A/N: Sorry for once again making you guys wait!

I saved a life yesterday. I mean, that's really what I am supposed to do but this time I was the one who took charge of the situation. And I'm proud that I didn't chicken out when I actually could have. Wow, it feels so good to actually say that! That's why I was suddenly in the mood to write again.

Warning: Some scenes here are written in graphic detail. Please be warned

To continue…

Ignoring her heart pounding against her chest, Izzie questioned further. "So, what is this really? The flowers, the lovely dinner, the cottage?"

Mark closed his eyes for a brief second and sighed. How was he going to start this? What if he failed again? He had tried once at having a real relationship but has failed miserably. She's worth the risk, there was no doubt about that. But what if I hurt her? I seem to have a Midas touch with all the people that matter to me.

When Mark opened his eyes, Izzie saw naked pain and trepidation in them which surprised her. Whatever wall Mark had built to protect him from emotional crises has finally cracked. This is definitely not Mark, the great Dr. Sloan who was always so sure of himself, who acted with accuracy and precision, manwhore-extraordinaire. What Izzie saw infront of her eyes was a handsome man asking the woman he loves to give him a chance. She was finally sure of what he wanted from her.

"I want a chance of having a real relationship, Iz. With you," Mark simply said with a lump in his throat. He took a step closer to her.

Izzie also took a step forward, closing the gap between them. Just as she was about to say something, Mark placed a finger to her lips, silencing them.

"Before you say anything. I just have to warn you. I am one of the most difficult men to get along with. I have many habits that you will despise. I am callous and blunt to a fault. I have poor communication skills and equally poor in expressing them. I am a perfectionist in what I do and I am demanding, so much so that I take out my frustrations on myself to other people." He was still about to continue when it was Izzie who placed her finger to his lips this time.

"Shut up already, Sloan," she grinned. "This is the part where the guy kisses the girl."

Mark looked at his beautiful Isobel with love shining in her eyes and kissed her. Izzie placed her arms around his neck and pressed her body against his, feeling his hardness against her abdomen.

He moved from her mouth to her earlobe, biting it a little, and then to her neck, inhaling her scent. Izzie suddenly giggled as his beard came in contact with her neck, which made Mark smile as he went back to kissing her lips hungrily. His hands moved up and down her back, enjoying the sensation of silk against the hollow curvature of her back.

She unbuttoned his shirt and took it off him without their lips breaking contact. She began rubbing her breasts against his chest while her hands were moving down to unbutton his pants. Mark groaned and took her hands in his to stop her from what she was about to do. "No," he pleaded. Mark smiled at her, deftly unzipped her dress. Izzie let him look his fill and she unclasped her bra, letting it fall on the floor.

"You are so beautiful," Mark said breathlessly. He carried Izzie, her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, near the wall. She pressed her back against the wall and stifled a moan when Mark's tongue slowly licked her nipple. Izzie gasped when he sucked a little and sighed when he moved to the other nipple. With her legs still around his waist, she began rubbing herself against his hardness, earning her a playful slap on her butt. Mark took a break from her breast and laughed. "Not yet, Stevens. I've been dreaming of making love to these babies for months." He went back to the other breast, his mouth sucking harder on the nipple.

She bit her lip in pleasure as Mark's hand began rubbing her, feeling the moisture through her panties. "Please, Mark," she pleaded, her nails digging into his back.

"Not yet." His breath was ragged from controlling his arousal. He set her down abruptly and her knees buckled. Both of them laughed. He removed his own pants and boxers, and her panties and carried her, her legs around his waist once again. Mark brushed his beard back and forth against her nipple as his finger played with the slickness down there. Izzie began moaning softly, thrusting her chest out to Mark and gyrating against his swollen manhood. "Mark, please. Now."

He walked over to the armchair and set down Izzie, mounting her legs on the arms. He devoured a nipple once again, cupping and squeezing the other breast gently. She gasped and grabbed the chair's headrest when his finger suddenly entered her, slowly moving in and out. "Mark!"

"Not yet."

Izzie opened her eyes when she suddenly felt a draft on her nipples and closed them as she felt a shockwave run up her spine as Mark licked her teasingly down there. She arched her back and began moaning as he gently glided his finger inside while he continued licking her. As he felt her near ecstasy, Mark quickly thrust himself inside her. Izzie shuddered with pleasure as Mark entered her and set a furious rhythm. In a few moments, they reached their climax at the same time. Mark collapsed on top of Izzie on the armchair, breathing heavily. With two hundred pounds of pure muscle on top of her, she gasped for breath. "That was intense."

Mark chuckled, sitting back on his heels infront of the armchair. "You're the heaviest model I know."

Glaring at him with his allusion to the women he previously went out with, Izzie slapped his arm and crossed her arms.

He found her jealousy quite cute and untangled her arms. "You didn't let me finish. You're definitely the heaviest and certainly the most beautiful." Mark kissed her once more on the lips and murmured. "Now don't cross your arms again so I can ogle at your breasts all night."

That's it for today, folks! I'm off to the mountains today! Hope I can write more this week. Please read and review!