Ugh. So this was going to be all sex all the time, but I thought of a general plot with a general goal so there's going to be a…story line! Whoo. You know, usually when I think of plots, I think of…. Like a spy mission or a jewelry heist. Random info like that is always nice, right? I'm trying to have other, smaller plotlines besides the main plot (which is about Meredith, duh. Oh, yeah, and a little about Derek and a lot about Mark...it's twisty) which you will notice as the story progresses.

Teasing

Mark was laying on Meredith's bed in his jeans and t-shirt, propped up on his right elbow. "You're kind of hot in your home front."

"Shut up," Meredith said, pulling open drawers and looking for a pair of pants. She was wearing the shirt she had been planning on wearing that day, but she was wearing a pair of short shorts that she'd hastily put on after getting out of the shower while she looked for some loose fitting pants that would say, "I am perfectly innocent and have, in no way, seen Mark Sloane naked." There were bruises covering her hips and her thighs where Mark had gripped her harder than needed, and her head was sore from Mark pulling her hair at every opportunity. Not that she had noticed at the time, but it wasn't much fun when there wasn't pleasure overwhelming the pain. She willed her breathing to slow down when she noticed that she was nearly panting at her partially angry thoughts.

She didn't know why she was so nervous, but she was nearly to the point of breaking down. Or slapping Mark. Which were practically the same thing. "Stop looking at me."

Mark's hand snaked out and caught her waist as she was rushing by. "I can't stop looking at you." He kissed her deeply and slid his fingers up her outer thigh and into her shorts. "You're wearing these magnificent shorts."

Meredith pushed him away. "Hands to yourself, Sloane. I need to get ready for work."

Mark grinned and kissed her slowly, his tongue slipping out and teasing her lips.

Meredith hated herself for how utterly irresistible she found Mark. Her body took over and she eagerly parted her lips and permitted his tongue entrance. Her hands found their way into his hair, no longer thinking about how long Derek's hair was or how easily she was able to tangle her fingers in it. The only thing she was thinking about was his lips and his tongue and the way his hands seemed to be everywhere at once.

Mark sucked on her tongue which had snuck out to meet his. He teasingly bit it with his blunt teeth and skimmed the hem of her shirt with his fingers. He slid his hand down and hooked it under her knee and pulled it higher on his hip so that she was pressed against him. "You make me so hot," he whispered. His mouth trailed down to her neck and nipped and sucked his way to her ear, adding to the myriad of barely there love bites that covered her neck.

Meredith forced her eyes open and stared at the wall. She rotated her hips and he bit back a moan. "Is that what I'm feeling?" she asked innocently.

Mark rolled them so that Meredith was straddling him. She braced her hands on his chest and smirked down at him, slowly grinding herself down on the obvious hardness that she could feel.

Mark roughly pulled her down and crushed their lips together. He gasped into her mouth when she started rocking her hips. She sucked his bottom lip into her mouth and softly bit down. Mark pulled her knees forward before moving his hands back to her hips, wiggling his hips in an encouraging way. He was going crazy with the slow rocking and he wanted her to stop teasing him.

Meredith broke the kiss and threw her head back. Mark's hands on her back stopped her from sitting up and he kissed his way up her neck and back to her lips.

His eyes popped open when Meredith stopped all movement. "Wha—"

Meredith pushed herself off him and grinned wickedly. "I have to get to work."

Mark was still laying there when she softly closed the door behind her and headed to the laundry room to grab a pair of pants from the dryer. Who cared what she wore to work? She was going to change into scrubs anyway.

……….

Meredith was in a great mood when she went into work. She was deliciously sore, and there were an unbelievable amount of bruises from the night before, but she was walking on air. "Life is great," she announced as she breezed into the locker room. She didn't notice that Bailey's other interns were clustered together over a chart. "Life is great."

She turned and noticed Izzie and Alex giving her weird looks while Cristina and George were bent over, looking at a chart. "What's going on?" she asked.

"George's dad got admitted last night," Izzie answered, turning back to the chart they had been looking at.

"Oh my God, is he okay?" Meredith asked, her mood deflating slightly.

"No, he's fine," George said quickly.

"He passed out, fell to the floor, and fractured his clavicle," Izzie said.

"And his clavicle's fine—Callie said his clavicle is fine," George said quickly.

They discussed the symptoms, but they were cut short when Bailey came in, looking for the chart they were going over.

Meredith cheerfully went to the pit after assignments were given, her happiness and satisfaction a little dulled after hearing about George's father. However, she couldn't completely wipe the satisfied smirk from her face as she made her way down to the E.R.

She soon forgot about everything except her job as her hands were full with her new case.

……….

Derek walked into a room to get some information and his step faltered when he saw Addison sitting in the room in front of a computer. He had a horrible night, his imagination getting away from him as he imagined what horrible things Mark and Meredith could've been doing.

Addison glanced behind her when she heard shuffling. She was surprised to see Derek looking through a binder, looking as if he hadn't slept in quite a while. "Hey, Derek," she said awkwardly. "Are you okay?" She noticed how sad and inexplicably angry he looked.

"Fine," Derek snapped.

"Okay," Addison said slowly, recognizing when he was in a mood. "You just look a little tired is all."

"No sleep. Comes with the territory." Derek closed the binder with a snap and started to head out.

"Real mature, Derek," Addison said, getting up to follow him.

Derek sighed, in no mood to deal with Addison's worried looks or lecturing. "Maturity, right," he muttered tiredly. "I have things to do, Addison."

"So we're not going to be mature adults about this. No civility. Just petty avoidance." Addison sat on a desk and crossed her arms.

Derek straightened up. "I'm not being petty and I'm not avoiding you. I'm trying to work without everyone bothering me!"

Addison pushed herself off the desk and looked at Derek. "Even though you would like to forget that I exist, you have to realize that I know you. I know there's something bothering you and I know you're having issues. Even if I'm not your wife, I can still be your friend."

"Friend," Derek repeated darkly.

Addison ignored his negative tone and held out her hand. "Just friends."

Derek's mind raced and he realized that he needed a friend, probably more than he would allow himself to realize. "Just friends," he confirmed. He reached out and took her hand.

They both stiffened at the same time. Addison yanked her hand away while Derek's eyes darted between her left hand, which was covered by her right, and her face.

"They're stuck," she offered lamely.

Derek made an effort at a smile. "Have you tried soap?" There was no real humor in his eyes and the slight quirk to his lips look almost pained. "I hear it's nice and slippery."

Addison watched him walk away with a frown.

A/N: This is so short because it's been six thousand years since I've updated. The only way this is going to follow the season's story line: Burke and Cristina's issues, George's dad's illness, and ugh. Something else. I forget though. Izzie, maybe? No. I didn't like the way she was handled. Whatever. Maybe that was all because I can't think if there's anything else.