Alex closed the door behind him; he was surprised to see her sitting on the edge of the bathtub cradling her head in her hands. "You okay?" He sat down next to her.

"I'm sorry; I know we said we wouldn't tell them but I…" She didn't know why she did it….it just came out. "I've never done that before."

"What, yelled at people who deserved it?" It was an attempt at humor, something to make her smile. The truth was she had never yelled at anyone like that. It felt good. "I'm glad they know about us. The truth is...I don't think I could hide my feelings for you." Alex admitted.

A shy smile formed on her lips. "You have feelings for me?"

"I do." He smiled. "I think you're amazing Izzie." Possibly the most amazing person he had ever known.

She pressed her lips to his; savoring the gentle motion of his tongue as it invaded her mouth. Her fingers traced his strong jaw line. He broke the kiss, moving his mouth to her neck. The short stubble tickled her skin as he sucked and kissed her collarbone.

"You're so beautiful "Alex murmured against her as he placed wet kisses down toward the valley of her breasts. He moved to kneel in front of her as she tugged her plum colored top over her head, dropping it into the bathtub behind her. He reached for the front clasp of her matching silk bra and fumbled with the hooks, allowing her full breasts to spill out from the restraining fabric.

Izzie could feel the tingling effects from the mixture of cool air on her exposed body and the erotic feeling of his hot breath on her skin as he leaned forward and took her taut nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it with the perfect amount of pressure. She moaned softly, the feeling of his mouth on her skin was blissful. Her fingers wrapped around the back of his neck just at the bottom of his close-cropped hair. "Alex." His name breathlessly escaped her lips as he continued his assault on her breasts. She shivered as the backside of his fingertips skimmed across the soft curve of her left breast.

He reached under her skirt, tugging at her panties with his free hand. As he slid them down over her legs, his mouth released her nipple. Alex turned his head up and smiled at her before kissing her softly on the lips. "Come here." He gently pulled her forward, easing her down onto his lap. His arms held her against him protectively and her legs locked securely around him. She squeezed her eyes shut and bit her lip, his denim covered erection pressed to her opening.

"Oh god, please I…I need you." She needed to be closer; it didn't matter if all her guests were listening at the door or if they were all alone. When she was with Alex, the rest of the world always seemed to fade into the background. "Please."

He knew what she was asking for. He rocked his feet back on his heels and held the cheeks of her ass tightly, lifting her as he stood. Her feet gradually reached the ground. Her fingers gripped his zipper, tugging them down after practically ripping the button off his pants. He chucked softly. "Iz, it's not that I don't want to but…" His gaze traveled to the closed door of the bathroom, their friends were on the other side.

"You're not going to get shy on me now are you?" She pushed his pants down and smiled at him, thinking it was very cute that he would touch her under the table with them all right there but suddenly when they were behind closed doors, he would think twice about screwing her. "You didn't seem to care out there."

"It's not that. I didn't really plan for sex in the bathroom while they were here." He paused. "I don't have any protection. We said last time that we were going to be more careful and I can't exactly waltz out there like this…" He pointed down at his engorged cock "…and ask if anyone has a condom."

"Do you want me to do it? I'm sure someone at that table must have something…" She turned away from him, grabbed her fluffy white robe off the hook and reached for the door handle.

His eyes widened. "Wait…" Would she really go ask for a condom? He got his answer when instead of opening the door; she locked it and dropped the robe to the tile floor.

He could see the devilish smile on her face as she turned to him. "Relax, I was only kidding…I have a box of condoms under the sink." She stepped forward and placed her hands under the hem of his shirt, sliding it up as her fingers roamed up over his stomach and to his chest. "And if you're really good…" The shirt flew through the air, landing carelessly on the curtain rod. "I'll give you a special treat…on top of the dinning room table…after everyone leaves." Her skirt was next to go, tossed aside in a heap on the floor. She took two steps toward the sink to retrieve a condom from the box.

Alex stepped out of the pants that pooled at his feet and kicked them to the side; he did not want anything to get in the way of what he was going to do to her. He sucked in a breath as she rolled the thin latex down over his length. He backed her up against the sink, her legs instinctively wrapped around him as she gripped the countertop and leaned back. He poised himself at her entrance, sinking slowly inside.

Izzie shivered as the tips of his fingers flicked against the sensitive nub of flesh hidden between her silky folds. "Oh my god, don't stop." She was loud, for a moment he wondered whether her words carried into the dinning room. How long would it take for her brother or maybe Mark to bang on the door and threaten to kick his ass? He knew if it were his sister, he would have barged in a long time ago. He quickly pushed that thought aside; thinking of his sister was definitely not helping. Izzie, Izzie, Izzie….naked glistening Izzie… She gasped as he suddenly thrust into her harder than before; his fingers deftly coaxed the massive orgasm to its peak.

Sitting around the table, not sure what to do, they all sat quietly as the room filled with muffled screams coming from behind the bathroom door. Joe peeked around the corner. He and Walter had been hiding out in the kitchen. They heard Izzie yelling and decided to stay put until it was safe…but after the yelling came the quiet and now the screaming. Although he hadn't been able to hear the words clearly enough to know what was wrong, he knew Izzie sounded infuriated with someone. He was sure the screaming he now heard, was not angry. It peeked his curiosity. He wasn't sure what he was going to see when he looked into the room, everyone sitting quietly was not what he expected.

The screams subsided as Joe took a seat at the table; Walter trailed behind him into the room and sat next to Joe. "So…" He started, not sure what to say. The room seemed tense; he noticed they were all trying to avoid any eye contact. "What's going on?" All eyes drifted towards him and another round of screams broke out behind the door.

"Uh, that's…." Cristina was at a loss for words, maybe for the first time in her life.

"Wow!" Meredith added. "Lucky girl."

"Yeah." Cristina shifted her eyes across the table at Meredith, the corners of her mouth lifted in a smile.

Mark suddenly rose from the table, it was too much and he had to get out of there. Not only was he listening to the woman he recently declared his unrequited feelings for, having what sounded like some pretty hot sex in the bathroom. He was also sitting across from the woman he made, what he believed to be a deep connection with, sitting next to her boyfriend. Delusional, nice guy George….how could he compete with that. Women always wanted him for sex but when it came to an actual relationship, they looked for guys like George. "Mark." Derek called after him. He wasn't going to stay, he was going to find the closest bar and drown himself in the stinging burn of whiskey.

Callie pushed her chair back, intending to go after him, when George caught her arm. "I owe him an explanation George, I'm sorry if that hurts you but…"

"It's not about you." George spoke quietly. "He's in love with Izzie…it's not about you." He hoped he was right; the truth was he wasn't sure. He didn't really care as long as Callie stayed. He needed her to stay. It was the only advantage he had over Mark. He was going to use it whether it was right or not.

Callie stilled at George's words, she felt like a fool. Erica was right. It was only sex. A one-night stand that would never become anything more. Why didn't she listen when her friend tried to warn her not to go home with him? It was because she felt a connection with him instantly. Of course, she never believed in love at first sight, that was just stupid, but there was something there. There must be, she was willing to give up a decent man like George to find out if there could be more.

"Well, maybe we should go ahead and eat." Joe suggested, once again trying to ease the tension.

"How can you think of food…" Walter nodded toward the door, a high-pitched cry erupting behind it followed by a crashing sound. "…with that going on?"

"I'm hungry, I can't help it." He shrugged.

Alex squeezed his eyes shut, Izzie's fingernails dug into his back and he held onto the wall with one hand for support. His other still moved between them, when he shifted his weight his foot met what felt like a tube of toothpaste. In the heat of the moment, they had knocked everything off the back of the sink; neither of them paid any attention. His breath was hot against her ear as he whispered how incredible it felt to be inside her. She felt the rise of her climax, building quickly. As she crested at the top, he grunted and spilled into the protective layer of materiel that separated them. Wave after intense wave washed over her as she crashed down over the other side. A sheen of sweat glistened on their skin. They slumped together, sated and weak.