Ji-hu's pulse was still pounding as he opened the door to his hotel suite, shifting so that Izzie could enter first. His stomach had begun to knot the moment they had set foot in the hotel and he now began to wonder if he would ever be able to untangle the mess she was making of his insides. He took a moment to compose himself as he bolted the door and set down her bag, breathing through his mouth to try to alleviate some of his tension.

What is wrong with you? You've done this before! Besides, you're an F4. You know damn well how to charm a woman into a swoon. You can do this.

With renewed confidence Ji-hu turned around, finding that Izzie had wandered to the sliding glass door and was looking out at the view of Paris.

"It's beautiful isn't it?" she sighed when he joined her, her eyes still surveying the colorful sunset over the city.

"So beautiful," he murmured, brushing back her hair and running his knuckles lightly down her jaw line as he ignored the sarcastic voice in his head muttering about 'clichés'. She turned to him, smiling expectantly as his hand rested on the back of her neck, pulling her closer until he could claim her lips again. Her palms warmed his chest and he wondered idly if she could feel his heart pounding when her lips parted and he forgot how to think.

The hand that wasn't cradling her neck now found the spot just below the small of her back and right above her tailbone. He pulled her harder into his body, his blood rushing as she gasped and moved her arms to surround him. Her hands clung to his back and he felt slightly dizzy as he explored her mouth, intoxicated by her flavor. She tasted like wine and chocolate, which he assumed she had enjoyed on the plane, and another flavor that he could only identify as 'Izzie'. She began to pull her lips away and he instinctively claimed her lower lip between his teeth, his arousal surging when she moaned and rubbed against him in response. He ran his tongue over her soft bottom lip before he nipped it again, deciding to finally take the opportunity to taste the little birthmark behind her ear that had fascinated him on the day they had met. He let her push off his jacket and unwind his scarf as he began kissing, licking and nipping her ears, neck and jaw, taking note of what made her quiver or moan.

She breathed his name when his teeth found the spot on her shoulder just below her neck and he lavished it with attention until she was practically whimpering and he was certain he had left a mark. He realized then that she had been busy unbuttoning his shirt and suddenly her lips were on his collarbone and her hands were exploring the planes of his torso. He gasped when her tongue flicked over a nipple and groaned when her finger traced his spine. His hands clawed at her trench's belt until it finally came loose in his hands. Relieved she hadn't buttoned it, her jacket soon joined his on the floor, just before his shirt landed nearby. Their shoes were kicked off as his hands traced the sides of her ribs through the satin of her blouse, and her fingers found the precise spot on his lower spine that made him shudder with pleasure.

Their mouths found each other again as Izzie took his hands, guiding them back to the zipper of her skirt. He took the hint, pulling down the slider until it reached the end of its track. Izzie then stepped back, her swollen lips tilted in a smirk as she slowly slid the skirt down her hips until it pooled around her feet on the floor. Her shirt was long, giving him only a glimpse of black lace. Before she could move again he had swept her off of the floor and into his arms, satisfied when her eyes widened in surprise. He laid her gently on the bed, settling beside her as he slid his palm up the outside of her thigh, his gaze caught by the flakes of gold in her hazel eyes.

"You have the most amazing eyes," he murmured as he leaned over to kiss her lightly.

"They're nothing special," she argued as she averted her gaze to watch her finger trace his bicep.

"Liar," he said, cupping her face to force her to look at him as he removed her glasses, setting them on the nightstand. "I can't think straight when you take those off."

"Funny, I get more distracted when you put yours on," she quipped as he began to brush feathery kisses along her cheeks, temple, forehead and nose. He paused to give her a curious look and was delighted when she started blushing. "You wear them when you're relaxed, and I like it when you're willing to be comfortable around me."

His heart stuttered, but he hid his pleasure by burying his face in her neck, breathing in the scent of her hair as he nipped her neck. She gave a small yelp and the hand on his arm squeezed as he blew air on the spot he had just abused.

"I like when you're comfortable around me, too," he whispered before he marked the other side of her neck, not letting up until she was writhing in pleasure. She turned her face so that she could steal his lips' attention with her own, her tongue drawing him deeper until his leg moved over hers and his hand massaged the flesh of her hip. As he kissed her his hand moved from her hip to her belly, his thumb tracing the top of her panties before dipping into her navel. Izzie broke the kiss and shifted and Ji-hu became distracted by the view of her underwear as she began to unbutton her blouse.

Black and white lace and ribbon were woven together to create a work of art that sent another flood of blood rushing to his already hard member. He twitched, however, when he saw the two small swallows tattooed inside the valleys of her pelvis. She sighed when his fingers traced the blue and pink ink and he looked back at her.

"I thought you were scared of needles?" He almost choked on the question when he realized she had removed her shirt, revealing her full, round breasts encased in a bra that was obviously purchased with the underwear. He swallowed hard, forgetting what he had asked until her index finger slid under his chin, tilting his head until he made eye contact with her.

"I'm up here," Izzie said with a grin, and Ji-hu tried to focus on what she was saying. "And yes, I am scared of needles. But I really wanted to get them done, and a tattoo gun isn't the same as getting a shot. Plus...I took a Xanax before I did it."

Ji-hu tried to listen to watch she was saying but his gaze kept returning to the curve of her breasts, his imagination fixated on what they would look like once he removed that awful fabric that separated him from them. Izzie leaned up and his eyes snapped back to her face, relieved when he saw a playful smile. She reached behind her back and suddenly the straps on her shoulders were hanging looser.

"Enjoying the view?" she teased as she slid each strap from her arm, yet still managed to keep the cups in place. She finally lay back on the bed, stretching her arms up above her head.

He looked up at her, checking for permission before he slowly pulled the bra away, revealing breasts even more perfect than he had imagined. His lips parted as any blood he had left in his circulatory system headed south. Ji-hu just stared for a moment, enjoying the way her rosy nipples pebbled under his scrutiny. After a moment he slid his hand from her hip, up her ribs until he was cupping her breast. He massaged the soft flesh, his breath growing ragged as he felt her nipple hard against his palm. He pinched it between his thumb and forefinger, watching her as she squirmed and mewled. He bent to flick his tongue over her other nipple, encouraged by the way she gasped, and soon had the nub between his teeth. Her hips lifted from the bed and Ji-hu sensed her growing impatience, but he took his time to taste every inch of her skin, small red bite marks appearing over her breasts and ribs.

She suddenly grabbed his head and pulled his mouth up to hers, kissing him deeply as her hands quickly unfastened his pants. She pushed them down his hips and he responded to her prodding, rolling onto his back so she could take the dominant position. He felt a surprising flash of embarrassment once his pants were discarded and the outline of his erection became obvious in his boxer-briefs. The feeling was quickly replaced by a wave of want as he watched her crawl closer to him, her hair mussed and her eyes dark with desire. She placed small kisses up the inside of her thigh, leaving tiny bite marks of her own as she neared his throbbing cock. Very lightly, she brushed her finger up his length, the sensation barely noticeable through the cotton. Still, he took a deep breath as drops of pre cum darkened the grey fabric of his underwear.

He closed his eyes as she moved away from his crotch, kissing and nibbling down the other side of his thigh. He laid his head back on the pillows, almost relaxing as felt her tender kisses until, suddenly she freed him from the confines of his underwear and wrapped her hand around his bare shaft. He half sat up immediately, his head spinning as she slowly began stroking him, her thumb swirling the moisture over his swollen head. A soft smirk tilted her lips and she looked him directly in the eye before she wrapped her lips around his tip.

Ji-hu's hands fist in the sheets as an almost animalistic groan escaped his throat. Her tongue was circling his head while her hand continued to stroke his shaft. She sighed, the breath tickling his pelvis before she suddenly descended, taking his entire length into her mouth and throat. His hand immediately flew to the back of her head and he had to force himself not to begin thrusting his hips. He moaned, wanting nothing more than to enjoy her obvious talent, but after so many years of celibacy he knew he would never make it if he let her attention go on any longer. He gently pulled until she got the hint and slid up his body, lying on top of him so that his erection was pressed between them.

"I wasn't finished," she pouted after giving him a soft kiss.

"I would have been if you hadn't stopped," he admitted pushing back her hair so he could nuzzle her neck, his tongue tracing the shell of her ear. She shivered and he rolled until she was pinned underneath him, her legs finding their way around his waist as he found a new spot to mark on her shoulder. Her hips ground into his, cracking the self-control he had tried to regain. He pulled away enough to completely remove his boxer-briefs, but then sat back on his heels, a realization making his stomach drop.

"What's wrong?" she asked, her concern just barely edging out her impatience.

"We don't have protection," he explained before she chuckled.

"As my doctor, shouldn't you know that I'm on birth control?"

"Oh," he muttered, the desire tightening his muscles as he swallowed hard. "I must have missed that note."

Izzie grinned wickedly and reached for her panties, but he took her hands, shaking his head as he pulled them away and whispered: "Let me." She lifted her arms above her head, sliding her hands beneath the pillow she rested on.

Slowly, Ji-hu pulled the last piece of clothing from her body, his breath catching when she was finally lying complete exposed to him. He could see the signs of her arousal glistening on her pink folds and he moved to lay beside her, capturing her mouth as his middle finger teased her opening. He felt her moan in his throat as he dipped his finger into her hot center, stifling his own groan as he began to slowly stroke her, relishing her heat and tightness. She unburied her hands and clung to him as his finger entered into her completely, then was joined by his index on the next plunge. He began to increase the speed, carefully building her arousal until his thumb pressed against her clit and he crooked his finger to touch the small rough spot that made her scream and arch her back. Her eyes were wide and cheeks were flushed as he thought of her body like an instrument, his nimble fingers searching out just the right way to play so that her nails dug into the skin of his back and her eyes begged him to finish.

"Ji-hu...please," she panted one of her hands finding its way to his almost painfully hard cock, which pulsed as she gave it a couple short strokes. He took the hint and removed his hand, positioning himself over her. He let her hand guide him to her entrance until he felt his tip pressing against her slick opening. He closed his eyes and focused on his breathing, fighting against the desire to ram himself inside of her. Instead, he slowly pressed forward until his head was fully enveloped by her flesh. When he was certain he wouldn't climax immediately he pressed further, opening his eyes to seek hers as he applied steady pressure until he was completely buried in her body.

Izzie pulled his face toward hers to kiss him as her legs wrapped around his. Ji-hu focused on her kiss as his body acclimatized to the snug, velvety embrace that he never wanted to leave. As the passion built in their kiss, however, he understood their mutual urgency for him to move. Long, slow strokes almost pained him, but the torture was exquisite. After a few moments Izzie ran her finger up his spine and Ji-hu immediately thrust deeply into her, understanding her cue to change the pace of their lovemaking. He switched to harder, shallow thrusts, which allowed him to tangle one hand in her hair while the other massaged her breasts, teasing her nipples until the redness in her cheeks brightened. He began to rotate his hips so his pelvis pressed into clit and watched in fascination as she drew closer to her orgasm. Through sheer will he managed to keep his own climax at bay as she begged him in several languages to give her the release she needed.

His restraint began to fade as her moans filled his ears and he finally gave in, shifting so that he could drive into her, their bodies becoming slick with sweat as their lips fused in a desperate kiss. It was enough for Izzie and his lips and tongue muffled the sounds of her screams as her body began to spasm, her inner muscles squeezing him as he became completely focused on his own relief. Their lips parted but he rested his forehead on hers, closing his eyes to focus on the feel of her body and the sound of her pants and sultry voice. Her opening seemed to grow tighter as he felt himself swell and tighten just before the orgasm crashed over him. Each thrust prolonged the ecstasy and he nearly lost his senses as he emptied into her, every surge draining him until he collapsed on top of her.

They lay for minutes or hours in a tangled heap, their hearts pounding violently in their spent bodies as they struggled to pull enough air into their lungs. Though his nose and extremities still tingled, he had the presence of mind to move off of her smaller frame, collapsing onto his back next to her. He was vaguely aware that she turned to snuggle next to him and when he could feel his fingers again he realized they were playing with soft strands of her hair. He looked down at her, his heart squeezing when he saw she was half asleep, her swollen lips parted and her face more relaxed than he had ever seen it. Moving carefully, he managed to pull the rumpled cover over them without disturbing her. He settled beside her, toying with her hair as he watched her sleep, almost relieved that he had some time to collect himself and reflect on what had just happened between them.

It's not what happened, but why it happened. And what it means, he thought as her foot twitched, indicating her descent into deep sleep.

Surely she can't leave now. After that...how could she even think about walking away?

He smiled to himself as he felt his own drowsiness began to weigh on his eyelids. As he pulled her naked body closer to his he decided that he would simply make sure that, by morning, she wouldn't be physically able to walk away from him. The smile didn't fade from his lips as his breath evened to match hers and he slowly faded into a deliciously restful sleep, his mind filling with images of what they would do when they woke again.