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So give it up and don't pretend
And spread your arms and legs across the bed
And when you shake you won't regret
The things I whispered in your ear, I said
I wanna give you something better
Than anything you've ever had
A stronger and a faster lover
Six Months Later
Mark snaked his arm around Izzie's waist and pulled her closer to him. Izzie arched into him, her back pressed against his chest.
"I want you," he whispered into her ear.
Izzie twisted in his embrace. "You're going to have to wait." She nipped at his earlobe, the soft flesh caught between her teeth.
Mark groaned as he pushed Izzie against the wall of his hotel room. He slipped his hand beneath the rough fabric of her light blue jeans. His fingers skimmed past her thick curls. He pressed his thumb against her clit causing her body to jerk forward.
"Mark," she breathed into his ear. "I can't. I…" All thoughts of room service and growling stomachs left her mind as Mark slipped two fingers inside of her and began to gently stroke her. She clung to his shoulders, her fingernails digging into his back. "Harder," she implored as her hips bucked to coincide with his thrusting fingers.
Mark smiled into Izzie's hair as he added another finger and sped up his thrusts. He had always prided himself on being able to pleasure women. He liked giving them what they wanted and Izzie was no exception. Except that she was. He didn't make her beg like the other women; he gave her what she wanted, however she wanted it, when she wanted it. He didn't toy with her; he didn't tease her, unless of course that was what she wanted. Just to hear her moan; those little whimpers that came out of her mouth right before she came. Just to see the sweat glisten across her skin, her hair matted against her face. Just to see her eyes darken; her mouth slightly open as she came. Just to feel her come around him, whether it be his fingers, his tongue or his penis. Just to hear his name pass through her lips, the sweetest sound he had ever heard.
"Mark!" she screamed, her fingers scratching down his back, her muscles tightening around him.
He held her tight against his body, slowing down his thrusts to help her ride out her orgasm. When her spasms stopped, he removed his hand from her pants and placed a finger in his mouth. He closed his eyes as he savored the taste of her.
She watched him as he licked his fingers clean, her eyes dark, her face flushed. She grabbed his hand and started to suck on his finger. A sight strangely exotic, an indication of what she wanted to do to him.
"Later," he whispered in her ear. He removed his finger from her mouth and replaced it with his own lips. Their tongues dueled for control as he guided her toward the bed. He laid her down gently on the silk sheets he requested specifically for her. He removed his clothing, leaving only his boxers before he joined her on the bed. He placed feathery light kisses on her face and neck as his fingers worked the delicate buttons of her blouse. He traced his tongue down her chest.
Izzie reached out for him, her arms gripping his biceps. She looked up at him, her eyes pleading. He knew exactly what she wanted and he was more than happy to oblige. He helped her slide her jeans down her hips and off her body. He left a trail of kisses as he went up her body; the bottom of her foot, the back of her knee, her inner thigh. He stopped at her still clothed crotch and placed a light kiss on her panties already wet with desire, eliciting a soft whimper from Izzie. He continued up her body; her bellybutton, her abdomen, the crevice between her breasts. He unclasped her bra, exposing her pert breasts, her nipples already pebble hard. He scraped his teeth across her nipple before opening his mouth to claim the entire breast. He swirled his tongue around the nipple.
Izzie arched into him, sending her breast even further into his mouth. He knew how to make her come by just playing with her breasts. The right amount of pressure, a simple puff of his hot breath, and a light nip of his teeth would send her over the edge. But not tonight. No, he had something else in mind tonight. He ended his assault on her breasts and kissed her shoulder, the tiny crease in her neck, her chin. He stopped where he longed to be the most, her lips.
Needing air, Mark ended the kiss. He looked down at her. "You're so beautiful," he said before he bent down for another kiss. His hand shot to the side, groping the nightstand for the condom he had left there earlier. He rolled off of her so he could take off his boxers. He knelt over her, his knees on either side of her thighs. He quickly sheathed his length before bending down to give her one last kiss.
He removed the last barrier that prevented them from joining together as one. He lifted her torso off the bed, wrapping her right leg around his waist. She enveloped her arms around his body, her fingernails digging into his back. He entered her with a quick thrust. She buried her head in his chest as they moved together, bumping and grinding. He breathed her in. Lavender. Brushing his fingers through her hair, he kissed the back of her shoulder.
"Mark," she cried out as her release hit her.
He pulled back on her hair so he could see her face. He covered her mouth with his as his own orgasm rocked his body. Satiated, he collapsed on top of her, being careful not to squish her. The only sound was their panting breaths. The silence in the room was filled by Izzie's growling stomach.
Mark laughed. "What was that?"
Izzie swatted Mark's chest. "If you would have listened to me when I came in here, you would have known that I was hungry. You should have fed your girlfriend before you ravished her."
Mark pulled her closer to him, their legs entwined on the bed. "What can I say? It's been a week since I've been able to touch that gorgeous body of yours. I couldn't help myself."
Izzie traced her thumb down Mark's cheek. "I can't help myself either." Her stomach grumbled again.
Mark moved down her body and rested his head on her stomach. "Your stomach is telling me that I should feed it soon or I won't be able to touch it next Tuesday."
"It is, is it? What does it say you should feed it?"
Mark turned his head so that he could face her, his beard tickling her abdomen. "Pancakes. Lots and lots of pancakes. And eggs, scrambled and a whole pound of bacon."
Izzie laughed. "A pound? I don't think my stomach would be able to eat that much."
Mark raised his head off of her belly and shrugged his shoulders. "Our stomachs were communicating and decided that would be enough for the both of them."
"Oh, okay."
Mark got off the bed and went to the phone to order room service. He stood there naked as he placed the order, no need for modesty between the two lovers. Mark smiled at her as he crawled back into bed with Izzie.
"Do you think I should answer the door like this?" she asked.
"No. Today is Tuesday. And on Tuesday you are my girlfriend which means I am the only one allowed to see you naked."
Girlfriend; a label that Izzie so easily slipped into. She was no longer the woman that came to him once a week to get fucked. No, things had changed, neither one quite sure when. But their rendezvous became more intimate. Often they would share a meal, sometimes before sex, sometimes after. They would occasionally share a glass of wine and a moonlit dance on the balcony. And very rarely, they would forgo sex altogether and just lie in bed in each other's arms watching a movie or just talking. They would discuss their childhood memories, their dreams, and their fears. But the one thing that did not talk about, the one topic that was off limits was what they did on the other six days a week, and more importantly, who they did it with.
Both of them were dressed by the time room service arrived with their food. They ate together, talking about Meredith, Derek, Lexie and the rest of their friends at Seattle Grace and the various complicated relations that each of them was involved in. They discussed Izzie's decision to specialize in Cardio and they brushed on the topic of past relationships, hers with Denny, and his with Addison.
Izzie snuggled in Mark's arms when they were finished eating. His fingers grazed across her cheek as he lowered his head to kiss her. He closed his eyes, getting lost in her. "Isobel," he whispered into her ear.
"We don't have time."
He glanced at the clock. 11:58 glared back at him, reminding him that it was almost over.
Izzie rolled out of bed and gathered her things as the clock changed to 11:59. She looked at him one last time as she walked toward the door. Because at midnight, the magic would be gone, the ball would be over. He grabbed her wrist and kissed her one last time before closing the door behind her as the clock struck midnight, neither one brave enough to see if indeed the carriage would turn back into a pumpkin.
Mark sighed as he got back into bed, the clock telling him that it was indeed Wednesday and he was once again single. He wrapped the silk sheets around his body, the scent of lavender only served as he reminder that he would spend the next six days alone.
I can't wait to take you home
Fingers through your hair
Kisses on your back
Scratch me with your nails
Save me from myself
Show me how to care
Get everything out dripping everywhere
Lipstick smeared all over your face
How much longer must we wait?
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Thanks to everyone that has read and a special thanks to those that have taken the time to review.
The next few chapters will introduce other characters that I plan to fold into this story. Hopefully I'll be able to pull it off. The next couple of chapters will also help flesh out the plot of this story and explain the true nature of Mark and Izzie's relationship. So just try and bear with me until then.
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