A reviewer (to whom I am very grateful) graciously pointed out that Izzie doesn't have blue eyes, but rather brown eyes. So I apologize for that mistake, but when there are so many Mc's in a show, the last thing I'm checking for is the color of the girl's eyes, which is a lame excuse, so again sorry.

My muse has finally returned (damn writer's block!), so here is the update.

"Stingy"

Ding!

Izzie sure had the worst luck. She had to get into the same elevator Mark Sloan was occupying.

"Well hello there Dr. Stevens," he smirked. She turned her back to him and pushed the button to go to the locker room.

"Dr. Sloan," she greeted him sternly.

"Wow, someone's a little grumpy this morning. Didn't get enough sleep?" She knew he was grinning, and wouldn't be all to surprised if he was checking her out from behind.

"Sure..." she answered sarcastically.

"Oh come on Stevens," he stepped closer to her, where she could feel his breath on her neck," I know you must have at least had a great night."

She turned to him and smiled tightly. "Maybe, but not great enough to lose sleep over again." She turned back around, intent on not letting anything further happen. She had given in the night before after weeks of deliberation. Now that the deed was done, she had convinced herself that she needn't return.

"I must admit Stevens, you are a great liar." He continued whispering in her ear. She rolled her eyes as the elevator door opened. A nurse walked in.

"Hello Dr. Sloan," she smiled at him seductively.

"Hello Vicki. How are you this morning?"

"I'm great," she answered as she turned to push the button for her destination.

He had tried getting a reaction out of Izzie by referring to the night before, but she hadn't even twitched. So he decided to go another route. After a few moments of silence he cleared his throat.

"So Vicki...There anything new in your life? Like say, a boyfriend?"

Izzie drew in a large breath, knowing what he was attempting.

"No actually, nothing new. Nobody new either."

Now he stepped to the nurse who was quickly climbing Izzie's black list.

"So, why don't we meet up tonight at Joe's at about nine?"

Izzie saw the nurse smile and bite her lip.

Ding!

"Okay," she answered as she stepped off the elevator. She waved to Mark, who kept waving until the door closed.

He could tell Izzie was irked. Her shoulders were tense and she was tapping her foot.

"Whore," Izzie muttered.

"What was that?" he asked having perfectly heard her.

"Nothing," she looked over her shoulder and tightly smiled at him. She turned her head back and kept her eyes focused ahead. He moved close to her again, except this time she could feel his torso against her back. Her heart lost its rhythm as she got chills from the slightest of his touch.

"So it doesn't bother you that tonight I will have another woman in the same position I had you last night?"

Right then and there Izzie lost it. She lost all focus and composure. She pressed the 'STOP' button and turned to Mark. She grabbed his face and crushed her lips against his.

He was shocked to say the least, but he finally got a reaction out of her, a great one at that.

He wrapped his arms around her waist as she pushed him up against the elevator. Her hands found their way beneath his shirt. She dug her nails into his stomach and she thrust her hips against his. He placed his hands inside her back pockets where he gave her a squeeze.

She brought her hands back up to his hair. She then started slowing down. She sucked slightly on his lip and parted from him. "I doubt you'll even have time for her tonight. I'll be there." She turned back around and resumed the elevator. In a matter of seconds she reached her floor and Mark was left alone again.

He began to chuckle once she left. He was glad his plan worked out so well. How was he to know his plan would be to her advantage, not his?

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Izzie called all the shots. She was good at treating him indifferently in public. But once they were left alone, she would literally attack him. Sometimes she would even search him out and take him over. Every time it was without a word. She would just turn to him and begin kissing him. Then they would lie together, whether it was on a bunk, his bed, or the floor. They would talk sometimes. Not often. But the words transpired would be honest and short.

He would piece their conversations together to find things out about her. Like she had already paid all her debts to get through medical school. How? She modeled. What? If he ever brought it up again he was a dead man.

He learned she and Alex had a thing briefly. Briefly? She met Denny.

He learned that she hated Callie. Why? She had the audacity to take George from her. Again, what? Izzie had assumed from the start the role of big sister.

Izzie learned heaps more. His parents divorced when he was three. His dad remarried four times. Never long enough for him to "get to know" his step-mothers. His mother never had time for him. Women always chased after him when they were lonely and desperate. Something which she thought wouldn't bother him, that is before she knew him for the man he really was.

She had also learned that Addison had aborted their child. When she learned this, she felt somewhat compelled to tell him of her child, but that was her deepest cut and secret. It was the only boundary left between the two. That and the fact that she led him to believe he meant nothing special to her.

She knew she was getting in far too deep, but she found it hard to stay away from him. She longed for his touch every hour of the day, and if she could, she would spend hours looking into his sea-deep eyes. Because when he looked at her, it was with concern and longing.

It was for that reason that she made sure it was she who always went after him. She never stayed long with him, and if he ever made a move, she would tell him it neither the time nor the place. She wanted him to believe that she wanted nothing special with him. She distanced herself emotionally from him. Or so she believed. Because in her heart of hearts, she knew it was so much more than casual sex. She just hoped he didn't behold the same knowledge.

Her hopes weren't completely in vain. Often times he felt she was using him the way Addison had used him. Although at times he believed he meant more to her than what she led on. Like when she would open up to him. But then she would close up just as quickly and leave. Often times, she would brush off his attempts to lure her. Her jealousy had only shown a few times, and she claimed it was only because she wasn't one to share with any whore. It had nothing to do with wanting no other woman to feel his touch.

He wished she wasn't that way. Because that is what Addison had done to him. She had used him when she needed to satisfy her "biological urges." Although with Addison it never hurt him. Probably because, as he had come to realize, he had never been in love with her in the first place. Were it not for Izzie, he would have never come to that realization. Ironically enough, now Izzie was the reason he was hurting. Because he wanted all of her.

He had come to the decision though that it was better to have her like this rather than never getting to feel her touch. Because, as the saying goes, it is better to have something rather than nothing.

Wow...chapter ten...I never thought I'd write this much, but it's all thanks to my readers who are enjoying this story of mine (no sarcasm intended). I have a few more twists to throw at you, so stay tuned!

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