SO guys, sorry about the long time it took me to update. I hope there are no pickaxes directed at me. Here goes. I hope you guys like it!

Chapter 7

"Hey Dr. Grey," Mark flirted shamelessly in the scrub room.

"Dr. Sloan," she smiled then continued to scrub out of the surgery.

"So," he smirked, "Dinner?"

"We don't need to do the thing you know?" she stared intently at her hands.

"What thing?" he stood behind her and whispered into her ear seductively.

"You know," she flinched at his touch, " the pretending to care and the expensive wines and the dinner, " she proceeded to dry her hands, "Just sex is good for me."

"What's the fun in that," he smirked, "absolutely no challenge." He liked his lips, "I like a challenge. Sex is dessert; the wait makes it even more worth it."

"Why can't sex be the appetizers, entre, and dessert?" Meredith whined then covered her mouth with her hands, realizing what she had just said to her attending. He only laughed at her flushed face.

"I like the way you think. But, we're doing the thing. Besides, you look cute when you're embarrassed." He put his hand on the small of her back, "Let's go to dinner, then we can talk about dessert." He smirked then started to steer her out.

"I'm in scrubs," she screamed indigantly.

"It's okay. They're easier to take off."

"Mark!"

"Meredith, I didn't know we were on a first-name bases," he joked.

"We're not. I am going to change. Wait here."

"I look forward to it," He grinned.

In the five minute she changed, he managed to put on a crisp suit and bring a bouquet of roses. He whistled when she came out, "You look beautiful tonight."

She smiled and allowed him to take her arm in his, "Let's go to dinner."

"Okay," he led her to his silver Mercedes Benz and genteelly opened the door, "Put this on," he handed her a blindfold.

"Why?" she asked.

"Just because," he smiled encouragingly.

"Fine," she smiled back.

"You're very trusting today," he commented after she fashioned the blindfold.

"I'm giving bright and shiny a chance," she turned her head away.

"You don't have to you know; I'm just as dark and twisty as you are, remember the way we met. And now we're on a date."

"I thought you were McSteamy, not McDreamy. I thought I got rid of dreamy and back to reality."

"You did. He's with Addie. I'm Mark: McSteamy. The dirty mistress who is in love with Addison and you, the other dirty mistress, are in love with Derek."

"I know," she said sadly, "Stop saying dreamy things."

He only laughed again and started the engine. After the car stopped they walked through a bustling restaurant. She felt a cold sting at her once they walked through a door. There was no longer the smell of cooking and people's perfumes, rather there was the smell of fresh air and the aroma of flowers. She felt the warm on more when he draped his arms around her and asked her to take off her blindfold.

"Wow, Mark. It's beautiful out here," she saw a small table set up for two behind one of Seattle's finest restaurants. Next to the delicately set table was a heater that burned bright red and a bottle of champagne, "I'm more of a tequila girl but as long as it is alcohol, I'm not complaining."

Mark laughed, "I prefer scotch on rocks," and like that the two surgeons struck light yet enjoyable conversation throughout the entire dinner. They felt as though the appetizers, steaks, soups, and cheese passed awfully quickly.

"Hold the desserts and check please." Mark told the annoyed waiter, they were the last two in the dimly-lit restaurant. Most of the waiters sat on their own table, looking bored out of their wits.

They walked hand-in-hand out the door to the shiny car, "Let's go get dessert," Meredith implored seductively.

Mark laughed, "I like the way you think."

"Your hotel though, you shouldn't need to do the walk of shame."

He laughed again, "Alright." As a wonderful gentle man, he held out the door to his car and helped her in. They sat in a comfortable silence listening to the radio. Once they reached the hotel elevator, they jumped each other, kissing passionately and molding their arms around each other. The elevator dinged and an old couple walked inl the two lovers stood awkwardly, wiping their mouths discreetly and using their fingers to comb through their disheveled hair. Mark snaked his arms around her waist and started kissing her neck, ignoring the gawking stares of the old couple.

"Mark, stop," she whispered, giggling. The elevator finally dinged again, this time on their floor. Mark picked her up with one swift movement and pushed into his large suite. Without even reaching the bed, their clothes were off and haphazardly strewn around the room. Each screamed the other's name multiple times through the night. Even a manwhore like Mark and a girl like Meredith found that this one night was each other's best of all time.

"Wow," Meredith exclaimed while Mark continued to kiss her naked body.

"Yeah, wow," Mark states, intrigued that this was the best sex ever even Addison didn't come close. Maybe his friend Derek and him really had similar tastes.

"Hey, are you okay?" she had seen the sad expression on his face.

"Yeah, of course," He gave her the signature Sloan smirk, "Want to go again?"

"Of course," she allowed him to remount and they elated each other once again to cloud nine. They both cowered from the sadness that ate each other alive. At least now they had the great sex for momentary relief.

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"Addie?" His wife's face contorted in pain, "Addie," he was at her side immediately and started soothing her pain-laced sobs, "It's okay. Addie, I love you," Her breathing started being shallow and wispy, her heart rate skyrocketed, "Okay Addie," he searched her scared eyes, "I need to you breathe and calm down. You can do it. I need you to breathe." He stroked her back lightly.

"Der, what if it's a molar pregnancy? Remember last time, we were so scared. Remember the odds Nancy gave us. What if our baby dies, " she chocked on the word but continued, "Before we can even hold her? I can't do it." Addison kicked at Derek's firm hold, "It was all my fault. It is all my fault."

"Addie, look at me," she refused to meet his eyes, "Look at me Addie," he raised his voice. Slowly, she lifted her hear, "It's not your fault. I forgive you for Mark. Nothing is your fault," he hugged her tightly, "Sometimes, things just happen and everything is messed up. But, we're together now. We're okay. We'll be okay." She started whimpering again and Derek looked at her worriedly, "Addie, what's wrong?"

"Just hold me like you used to, okay?"

"Okay," he sat behind her on the bed and held her close to his chest. Addison's head rested softly on his heart, letting the rhythm soothe lull her back to sleep. Lightly, he applied pressure on her stomach. Long ago, he learned that when Addison had stomach pains, if he could cradle her like this, she would calm down and her pain level would decrease.

End of CHapter

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SHannon