listentoyourheart555, thank you for your great review, I'm glad to know that you like my fiction...:):):)
mcdreamyslover, thank you for the nice review. I promise to put Mark and Izzie together soon. My intention was to complicate a little bit more the plot(not too much)in order to have hotter scenes when they become a couple.:):):) Enjoy this chapter and let me know what do you think...
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P.S. And....yes, Micheal is really yuck...
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Izzie pushed the button of the elevator and waited. She felt some excitement to overwhelm her, remembering the last time, when she had got inside it. Izzie has avoided the elevator these last days and every time she used the stairs, but now she decided that the time was coming to venture.
"Dr. Stevens, I'm glad to see you. I was looking for you all the morning," Michael faced Izzie together with his oily smile.
"Hello Dr. Hudson , I've been very busy this morning," Izzie replied dryly.
"I see," Michael nodded.
The doors of the elevator opened and they stepped inside.
"On which floor are you going?" He asked kindly.
"On 5th," she answered, feeling how her heart quickened its rhythm. Last time when she wanted to go on that floor, very thrilling things had been happened to her.
The elevator stopped on the second floor. The doors opened. Mark Sloan and Callie Torres stood before the doors. Izzie lifted eyes, Mark did the same and their eyes met. She instinctively moved herself back, finding support in the wall. Izzie had a sensation that her legs couldn't stand her and her pulse was at hundred.
"I love this elevator!" Mark smirked, getting inside. He looked around with suspicious look and turned to Izzie, "I hope you have checked the elevator before enter inside," he winked at her.
"Which is your floor, Dr. Sloan?" Callie asked coldly.
"On 5th," he smiled, giving an eye on Izzie. She dropped her eyes down, blushing. Callie pushed the button of the 4th floor, where she had to go. Mark put his hand on the wall and bent his head down to Izzie, whispering into her ear.
"Have you ever heard the saying: If the walls could talk...These ones here could tell very hard and dirty particulars..."
"Shut up!" Izzie hissed.
"I supposed after all that had happened to you, you would have never used the elevator anymore," Callie marked ironically.
"You are wrong! Stevens adores elevators." Mark smirked, "Especially that one."
Izzie gave a bad look to him.
"It seems to me, that you pay too much attention to the elevators here!" Michael observed.
"It is because sometimes we have spent great moments here," Mark explained.
Callie compressed her lips angrily, thinking that Mark had in mind the kiss between her and Erica. The elevator opened its doors on the 4th floor. Callie and Michael went out. She took a glance at Mark before closing the doors. Michael took the opportunity to make an offer to Izzie.
"I hope to see you later, Dr. Stevens. If you have a time we could have a lunch together," he said.
"Sure, I'm going to page you," she tried to sound delighted of that idea. The doors closed again. The elevator went up to the 5th floor. With only one quick gesture Mark pushed the stop button.
"What the hell are you doing?" Izzie shouted, after the elevator had been completely stopped on the 5th floor.
"I' m taking a few seconds off to be with you," he announced. Mark approached her, staring at her eyes. Izzie stood without being able to make any movement, her head and back were clung close to the wall. She followed every his gesture with her eyes, swallowing and trying to normalize her breathing. The warmth of his gaze made her heart beat wildly, out of control. . He stretched a hand, caressing one of her blushed cheeks, sending shivers all over her body. Mark cupped her cheek in his hand, traced a circle on her skin with his thumb. He slowly directed his mouth to hers. Izzie held her breath. His lips met hers and his tongue softly entered her mouth. Izzie closed her eyes and surrendered thoroughly to the pleasure of this kiss. Mark slid both of his hands up to her head so he could run his fingers through her hair and gently caressed her neck. It was a tender and slowly kiss, but it gave rise indescribable emotions in them. Izzie wrapped her hands around his neck. He felt a great pleasure of her gesture. As much as she tried to beat him back, Mark knew that the thrill between them was real and mutual.
"I knew you are getting hot when you see elevator," he said in the midst of the kiss, "and me inside." He added.
"Won't you ever give up?" She asked with husky voice.
"Only after I win the fight," Mark removed her hair behind her ear.
"I think you have to find Derek urgently. There is a big possibility, that there is something wrong with your head. Maybe there is still a hope to rescue yourself," Izzie advised.
"You are my only hope for rescue, Izzie..," he admitted softly, running his fingers through her hair. These words excited her. The sincerity of Mark's voice reinforced their effect. Their mouths met again, lips parting and tongues dancing passionately. They started kissing faster with flame and fervor. Mark enjoyed the way how her fingers played with his hair. He also was buried hands in her soft shiny hair and ruffled it slightly.
"You have left your hair down today," he observed.
"I didn't know, that you notice how I wear my hair," she looked surprised.
"When regards to you, I notice everything. And it should be mentioned that you look great recently," Mark's eye slid all over Izzie's body.
"My looking is the same, you have just been occupied with many other objects of your longings," she observed.
"You are bold and exactly that excites me so much," Mark said biting her earlobe, "If you learn to keep a tight rein on your sharp tongue you would be a perfect wife!"
Izzie burst in laugh.
"Are you sure you know the meaning of that word?"
"I wouldn't say that I have such bourgeois ideas. I only ascertain the facts. You are beautiful; your body is more than gorgeous. You can cook very well. I hope to convince myself in that personally, as you prepare for me delicious dinner or if you prefer you could make me a breakfast. Usually after one passionate night and sex I'm starving in the morning, you should be aware about that. And in addition as regards the sex you are not boring at all. One good man could remain with you very long time; save in your fatal inclination to inconsistency and annoying independence doesn't beat him off."
"I thought you are a plastic surgeon, not a psychoanalyst," Izzie said with sarcasm.
"Right and like a plastic surgeon I have already expressed my opinion about your perfect proportions of your great body," he smirked outlining the contours of her mouth with a thumb.
"Have I ever asked you for comprehensive information about your personality?"
"Anyway you know a lot of things about me…I'm one of the best plastic surgeons, I have cool body, I'm good in the sex, but if you want to know more why not. I'm from New York, I graduated…" Mark couldn't continue, because Izzie interrupted him.
"Please stop!" She lifted her hands pleadingly, "Save me the family chronicle and your school stories about your great results in the sport. Anyway you would not tell me that what I am interested in."
"And what's that?"
Izzie thoughtfully stared at him. She was still worried to be frank with him, but she decided to take the risk.
"I don't know who are you, indeed? I mean from the moment when you crossed the threshold of the hospital you behaved as perfect ass. Then you helped me, when I was on probation to scrub in, then you behaved like an ass again. Few days ago I saw you in absolutely new light. Although the bomb you made me feel safe. I have told you so many personal things about me, I told you my secret and you really understood me. Not only your words have made me to believe in that, but your eyes too. And then you behaved like an ass again continuing to piss me off."
"Do you know how many times you said that I'm an ass?" Mark smiled.
"Do you see you avoid the subject?"
"I don't. Izzie this is me. I don't know if I'm an ass, but I know that all I have told you is true. I am aware how difficult is for you to thrust me, but I'm ready to wait that to happen. I have been with so many women in my life only to be sure of myself what I feel to you now. And you are not a caprice. Izzie, I don't want to be with you to prove to someone that I can pick you up. I don't need evidence about my manhood. I'm not Michael Hudson, who tells the women his stupid talking's behind which are hidden hypocrisy and falseness. That what I'm saying to you is that what I'm feeling." Mark said with soft voice.
Izzie was listening to him with bated breath.
"Mark I…," Izzie's voice trembled.
He put his fingers on her mouth.
"Don't say anything now. I know you need a time… I will give it to you..as long as you want…," Mark smiled to her.
In that moment they heard tramp and loud voices. They both were forgotten that they were in the elevator and mostly that Mark had stopped it intentionally.
"What was that?" Izzie scared.
"I think we have carried away a little…Surely someone has thought that the elevator has stuck again." Mark clarified.
"Oh my God! What are we going to do now?" Izzie exclaimed.
"We have no a wide choice. I'll release the stop button and we will pretend that we haven't any clue why the elevator has stopped again."
Izzie looked at him frowning.
"The people will start gossip immediately. We both stuck in the same elevator on the 5th floor again. The new great topic of the nurses for the next month!" Izzie became anxious.
Mark grinned. "Well at least this time there is no bomb except you…but you are sex bomb and you would explode only in my hands," he joked.
Izzie rolled her eyes annoyingly.
"Could you please be more serious?" She said sharply, "What people would say now seeing us together?"
"People could talk and think whatever they want. We are going to pretend, that we don't know why the elevator has damaged again," Mark calmed her.
Izzie glanced at him suspiciously, but she knew that Mark was right. He pushed the button and the doors opened on the 5th floor. The crowd that was assembled before the elevator made Izzie to bite her lips and she closed her eyes with terror. Who would believe in that it's an accident –Dr. Model and McSteamy stuck for second time alone in the elevator. She took a deep breath trying to look confidently. Izzie hoped Mark to cope with the situation better than her. In front of the crowd stood Richard Webber with hands crossed before his chest.
"What? Again?" He exclaimed staring at Mark and Izzie.
"Well evidently we stuck, the elevator damaged again. Richard you have to pay more attention to the hardware of the hospital. Dr. Stevens would get a heart attack. I'm sure she would never use the elevator again," saying that Mark looked at Izzie.
"Yeah," she nodded, "Dr. Webber it was awful, I was really scared," Izzie put all her artistic skill.
Richard scowled them.
"How is it possible? The elevator has repaired alone. Even I couldn't call to the lift engineers!" Richard demanded.
"I have no clue. I pushed the buttons and suddenly the doors opened. I think I'm already good in that field and I didn't have a choice Stevens would fall into hysterics. Luckily she chanced on a good mechanic," Mark praised himself.
"I wonder why always must be you." Richard was curious.
"As the fate has willed!" Mark smiled and tapped Richard's shoulders, "I have to go, I have a surgery. It wouldn't be a bad idea at all if you call the lift engineers just in case. Who knows next time could happen to you to get stick in that elevator," Mark smirked.
Richard followed him by sight suspiciously, and then he turned to Izzie who hurried to disappear as soon as possible.
"Excuse me Dr. Webber, I'm very busy in the Clinique today." She said and left.
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"How could you do that?!" Derek said reproachfully.
"What?! Don't tell me that you have never done that?" Mark justified.
"I've done it, but without getting caught," Derek said proudly.
"I knew you are a lucky man!" Mark concluded stretching his legs and crossed his hands behind his head.
They stood in Derek's office one against another.
"Couldn't you find somewhere else to remain with Izzie in private?" Derek asked.
"I think, that in the elevator I have a good chance of success," Mark smirked.
"The whole hospital will begin to gossip about you!" Derek warned.
"Let them talking. It has always been full with gossips here even without any reason." Mark told calmly.
Their conversation was interrupted by Mark's pager. He took a glance at it.
"It's Callie," Mark announced.
"Obviously she has already heard about your adventure in the elevator," Derek suggested.
"Callie doesn't care about me," Mark informed.
"Are you sure?"
"Our sexual relationship has finished." Mark firmly said.
"Is that her opinion too?" Derek asked his friend.
"I guess so," Mark said thoughtfully.
"There is no woman in that world, who would not be jealous to a man with whom she has had whatever relation especially when she begins to suspect, that the man has found another girl," Derek expressed his competence.
"I think you are wrong, but if you are not I don't owe anything to Callie," Saying that Mark stood up, "See you later."
Derek nodded.
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"I've got paged," Mark said to Callie, who was standing before the board, correcting something on it.
"I heard that there was an incident again," she said with strange voice.
"What do you mean? There are incidents very often here, this is a hospital," Mark replied cheerfully.
"Don't try to be witty!" She said sharply, "The news is spreading out the whole hospital; you and Stevens have got stuck in the elevator again." Callie stopped writing and faced him.
"Yes and so what?" He asked calmly.
"Isn't it strange?" Callie raised her eyebrows in question.
"According to you what is so strange?" Mark asked imperturbably.
"How do you explain the fact that is happened to you two for second time" Callie demanded.
"Actually you are right," Mark closed to her and he said in a low voice, "If is it a sign of the destiny?!"
Callie took his words like a joke.
"I wonder how you are still alive?!" She laughed.
"Why?" Mark glanced at her curiously.
"Stevens cannot stand you!" Callie announced.
"Really?!"
"Yes, it's obvious that she hates you. I could imagine the terror she had experienced not that much she got stuck in the elevator, but for that she must have been closed with you," Callie enjoyed.
"Yeah…," Mark nodded, "Definitely she would never get in one elevator together with me again," he admitted, but Callie didn't see his smug smile.
Erica Hahn joined them.
"Did you notice that the surgery of Mr. Brown will be in an hour?" She asked them.
Mark, Erica and Callie had a patient, who they had to operate together.
"Yes we have just been talking about that," Callie lied.
"Sloan did you select a resident?" Erica asked.
"Yes, I take Yang!"
"Yang?!" The two women exchanged puzzled glances.
"Yes, Yang!" He confirmed.
"Why she?" Erica questioned frowning.
"Why not? Have you any problem with that? I want her and she will participate in that surgery no matter what you think." Mark declared and left them watching after him with opened mouths.
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Izzie entered the gallery and she took a seat in the first row. She was glad that no one of her friends was there. Izzie needed to be alone and to mediate about her feelings and emotions, while she was watching Mark working. She really felt excitement every time when she spotted him. He was sure of himself even in his work. Mark definitely was good. Izzie sighed. She watched how he was working with the scalpel – skillfully and confidently. Mark has always known what to do. And these hands…Izzie closed her eyes and pleasant shivers run all over her body reminding the tenderness and the passion of his hands.
IN THE OR
"Dr. Yang, come here!" Mark ordered, "You are going to do the operation, I will give you only guidelines," he removed aside giving his place to Cristina.
"Seriously?" She exclaimed.
"Do you think I'm joking?" Mark looked serious.
"No, absolutely no!" Cristina hurried to take Mark's place. The great satisfaction was written all over her face.
Callie and Erica watched the event with amazed faces.
"Dr. Sloan, don't you think you take a grave risk to remain a resident to make this complex treatment?" Erica snapped him.
"No, I don't. Dr. Yang is proved to be a good surgeon and as far as I know this is a teaching hospital. I couldn't understand why does it embarrass you so much. It's better to concentrate on your work, colleagues!" Mark advised, "Dr. Yang you cope very well," he praised her.
"Thank you, Dr. Sloan!"
Callie and Erica threw glances at each other. Cristina followed Mark's advises with a precision and high attention. Callie didn't move her eyes from him following every movement closely.
"Dr. Torres, focus on the surgery, please!" Erica's voice returned her to earth.
"Yes, Dr. Hahn."
"Hold this valve," Erica ordered, "carefully not to injure the tissue."
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"Have you noticed who is up there in the gallery?" Cristina whispered to Mark. He lifted his head. Mark felt agitation seeing Izzie seated on the first row.
"Did you know about the incident with the elevator?" Mark questioned.
"Yes a foolish action of you," she determined.
"I don't think so, it wasn't so foolish…and you could be more kind," he smirked.
"I'm frank with you…I'm your common sense," Cristina reminded him.
"Look at her, isn't she amazing?" Mark stared at Izzie.
"The women who could confirm that are on your left side and by the way they are watching us very suspiciously," Cristina observed.
"According to me they are assured that I'm running after you," he suggested.
For a certain moment Cristina stopped operating and looked at him horrified.
"Hey," she objected, "This is one of the best interventions which I have ever had, please don't ruin my great moment with such awful statements."
"And who is helping you about that? The least you could do is to be a little bit more amicable with me," Mark told.
"I leave that to your sweetheart!"
"We've kissed today," Mark happily informed.
"Seriously?" Cristina made disgusting face, "You sound like a dense high-school boy, who has managed to take a kiss from the cheer leader."
"Damn you are right. I've lost my mind, but whenever I see her something happens with me… I desire to hug her and I won't ever let her go …," he admitted.
Cristina looked at him with an eye which wasn't typical for her.
"You really like her." She concluded.
Mark sighed.
"Yeah and I feel something much more than that…," he lifted his eyes meeting Izzie's gaze.
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Callie bent her down towards Erica and whispered into her ear.
"Definitely there's something wrong with him," she said.
"Yes he surprises me with his behavior to Yang." Erica recognized.
"According to you, what is the reason?" Callie asked cautiously.
"Is that just curiosity?" Erica scowled her.
"Sure." Callie firmly said.
"I guess you are right, it concerns a woman. The only thing that could make Mark Sloan to play the ape is the interest to some woman."
"Do you have any idea who could be?" Callie tried to sound casually.
"Well the number of the women in that hospital is too much…it may be everyone," Erica explained.
"I intend to question Cristina," Callie said.
The Mr. Brown's surgery passed successfully. After washed his hands Mark came out in the corridor, taking his cap off.
"Great surgery!" Izzie exclaimed, intercepting his way.
"I thought you couldn't remove your eyes from me and it is hardly to see anything from the surgery," Mark ran his hand through his hair.
"May be I was not the only one. Your good friend Callie didn't drop you from sight." Izzie remarked.
"Oh, you are jealous…I think we have a huge progress," he said cheerfully.
"Don't flatter yourself; I'm not jealous at all. I just make a note. And there is no reason to be jealous we are not together," Izzie replied.
"Oh, aren't we?" Mark smirked.
"No we are not!" She said, as her pager went off. Izzie glanced at it and on her face spread out a pleased smile.
"It's Dr. Hudson," she announced happily.
Mark's countenance changed immediately.
"Are you doing this on purpose?" He asked dryly.
"What Am I doing?" Izzie asked innocently.
"To piss me off with that pygmy. Don't you see that he is shorter than you," he made a disgusting face.
"What of that? I think he is not so bad," she continued teasing him.
"You have a poor taste!" Mark hissed.
"I have already known that. You count yourself, do you?"
Mark stared at her brown eyes and smiled. She was so sweet and daring. Izzie looked at him too and put her hands on her waist.
"It's better for you to settle your relations with Callie, she doesn't remove her eyes from you," she advised him.
"Yeah, that evidently teases you too much which only means that pretending to be indifferent to me is a task beyond your abilities. You want me only for you!" He revealed.
Izzie annoyingly rolled her eyes.
"If your ex girl friend waylays me in the night with the kitchen knife you will be the culprit!" She shook a finger.
"You don't give the impression of a person who cannot defend yourself in case of necessity, but there is no place for anxiety Callie is not a person of passions, when regards me." Mark calmed her.
"I wouldn't be so sure," Izzie sighed, "Well I have to go." Izzie turned to go away, when Mark grabbed her hand and before she could understand what was going on his lips brushed on hers.
"Are you crazy?!" Izzie shouted and pulled back. She looked around timidly. Thank God there wasn't anyone.
"I'm crazy about you, girl!" He winked at her, caressing her cheek and left.
Izzie waited Mark to apart staring after him. She touched her lips with fingers and flashed an impish smile.
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Cristina was washing her hands after the surgery. She was very excited and burned with desire to tell her friends what intervention she has done. Callie appeared at the sink beside her.
"Bully for you! You were great!" Callie praised her.
"Thank you," Cristina replied modestly.
"Sloan surprised everybody today giving to you to do the surgery," Callie began.
"Yeah it is. It was great, really great!" Cristina expressed her emotions.
Callie wondered how to take the information which interested her, without arouse suspicion.
"It seems to me that you draw closer lately," Callie said casually.
"With whom?" Christina asked.
"With Mark," Callie answered.
"I don't know what makes you think so, but you are wrong," Cristina clarified.
"I saw you in the bar last night, you have been talking like close friends," Callie rushed to the attack.
"Is that so? Yeah, I saw you too last night in the bar with Hahn," Cristina emphasized on Erica's name, "you celebrated something is that right?" she grinned.
Callie confused. She hurried to wipe her hands and turned to Cristina.
"Uh… yeah, it wasn't something special, we have just decided to have a good time…," Callie's voice trembled, "Well I have to go, see you later," Saying that she left.
Cristina was watching after her raising eyebrows.
"Nothing special," she murmured, "You are telling me!"