Chapter 9: Can't Hide It

Disclaimer: I do not own Grey's Anatomy.

A/N: YAY! Another update! Oh, forgot. Since basically all of my other stories are on regular writing style, the POV, first-person style is now dead. It is very hard to write in a different style. :P Enjoy!

Day 40...

Mark saw Andie at the nurse's station, doing her charts. She was wearing a turtleneck under her scrubs, ugly and green. Which was odd.

"You did something dirty," he whispered when he was standing next to her.

"Shut up!" she hissed.

"So you did!" he whispered back, his mouth curling up into a grin.

"Well, things got heated this morning and he just wanted to--" she started.

"Whoa, whoa!" Mark looked at her. "He?" His eyebrows went up.

She glanced at him and whispered, "Shut up." He laughed, continuing to do his charts, as she ran into Addison just a few feet away, charts flying into the air and onto the ground.

"Sorry! Damn my clumsiness," Andie said back. She helped Addison pick up most of her charts and Addison's back was facing Mark. That wasn't the only thing that was facing him.

Mark sweared under his breathe as he eyes Addison's ass carefully through her tight skirt, trying so very hard to focus on his charts. Dirty thoughts overclouded his mind. Bad thoughts, bad thoughts go away. Good thoughts, good thoughts here to stay. The bad thoughts stayed, the good thoughts, well, they were the bad thoughts. For him anyway. His eyes were glued there.

His hand stopped and all he did was stare... until Addison caught him. He looked into her eyes and Addison seemed to recognize those eyes.

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She got thrown at the wall of the closet, she let out a whimper before Mark's lips crashing onto hers. He hooked her leg over his hip and rid his scrub shirt.

"Forty days," he whispered huskily, his lips hovering above hers. "Forty days of 'scratching' my fucking hot itch." He paused and resumed kissing her again, her lips bruised and big. He let loose the buttons of her blouse when his pager beeped, on the floor next to them.

He looked at it but Addison said, "Leave it." He grinned and continued kissing her ferociously, the sexual frustration finally being resolved.

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Where the hell is he?!, Andie thought, sending page after page to Mark. She was power-walking through the halls when she heard his pager faintly. She also heard moans.

She opened the door, making it fly open, wondering why the hell it wasn't locked, and yelled, "Dr. Sloan, what the he-- Oh."

Mark's mouth was on Addison's neck. He was topless, his hand on the clasp of her bra. Her hand was at the tie on his scrub pants. She buried her face on Mark's shoulder as soon as the door opened.

"I'll just, uh, leave." Andie awkwardly shuffled out of the closet and closed the door. Addison let out a nervous giggle and looked up at Mark.

"I don't know," she sighed, "If we should end this earlier than we're supposed to."

"The end of the bet is the icing on the cake," he said. "Twenty more days. I'll be sure to make it with your while," his voice was sing-songy and Addison let out another laugh.

"I think I'll make it worth your while." She kissed him again and began dressing. "Speaking of icing..." Her thoughts trailed off and Mark was left to fill in the blank. They exited the closet, getting looks from basically everyone around them. Mark gave her one last kiss, softly. She smiled into the kiss and then ran off to her surgeries.

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Addison walked over, humming, oddly, and sat next to Callie at the lunch table who was eyeing her carefully.

"Everyone in the hospital is talking about you and Mark. I thought you guys had that sex bet?" Callie asked.

"We do," Addison hummed out.

"You're happy, bubbly Addison!" Callie exclaimed. "Did you guys have sex?"

"No," Addison sounded disappointed, which she was. "We didn't lock the door..." She looked up and saw Andie who was playing with her salad. Her salad was barely eaten so she probably was staying away from Addison. Callie's eyes followed Addison's.

"Dr. Ramio? Seriously?" Addison's head snapped at Callie.

"I think the interns got into your head."

"I had to hear seriously this, seriously that and so I started using it. I got used to it." Callie shrugged. "Are you going to stop the bet?"

"No," Addison sighed. She smiled, too. "We're going to keep going."

"I wonder how Mark would be after the bet," Callie sang. She nudged Addison's arm playfully. "I bet he'd be really good."

"Oh, you have no idea how good he was in the closet." They laughed.

"I don't expect you to be walking in... How many days are left?"

"Twenty days."

"Twenty-five days. I don't expect you to walk five days after the bet ends." Callie grinned mischeviously.

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