"I would carry you over the threshold," Mark grinned, as he stood infront of the honeymoon suite of the Seattle Hotel, Becca's fingers entwined with his.

"But my dress is massive?" she giggled, Mark nodded with a chuckle, sliding the key card to open the door.

Mark turned to kiss her once more, pulling her into the room with him. Becca gasped at the sight infront of her. The entire room was illuminated by candles and hot pink rose petals formed a heart in the middle of the bed.

"Mark, oh my god," she turned around to face him. "You did all this?"

"Well, I had a little help," he smiled. "Obviously I couldn't have snuck off to come light all these candles,"

"It's amazing," she smiled.

"If you like this, wait until you see what I have in store for you tomorrow," he grinned, pulling off his jacket and loosening his tie.

"Oh! What is it!"

"I can't tell you," he remembered the envelope in his pocket and dug it out. "Derek told me to give this to you,"

She raised an eyebrow and took it from his hand, ripping it open. A smile immediately covered her face, her eyes bright. "He's clearing me to go back to work!" she squealed.

"That's great, baby," he sat down on the edge of the bed.

"You okay?" she laid the paper on the table and moved toward him.

"I am fantastic," he grinned, resting his hands on her hips and pulling her towards him. "I couldn't be any happier," he smiled, looking up at her.

"You sure about that?" she grinned with a hint of seduction.

Mark playfully raised an eyebrow. "Why?"

"Oh, you'll see," she grinned and turned her back to him. "Can you unzip me?" she asked, pulling her hair out of the way. Mark unzipped her dress and she turned around to peck a kiss on his lips. "I'll be back in a minute,"

"Okay..." he raised an eyebrow as she disappeared into the bathroom, knowing she was up to something. He laid back on the bed, letting out a sigh, tired from the day's events. He was able to close his eyes for a few minutes, until he heard the bathroom door open.

He sat up and his jaw dropped at the sight infront of him.

She leaned up against the frame of the small hallway that led to the bathroom, dressed in a hot pink and black lace bra, that barely contained her breasts, along with a matching thong and garter belt. The garter belt was connected to the black fishnet stalkings, her hot pink heels from earlier adorned her feet. Her long blonde curls cascaded down her shoulders.

"Holy shit," he muttered, swallowing hard.

"Hi," she grinned, raising a seductive eyebrow.

"You're so fucking hot,"

Becca giggled. "Traditional bride by day...slutty wife by night,"

"I like the slutty wife," he chuckled, as she pushed him back on the bed and straddled him. His hand cupped her face as her lips locked onto his, their tongues exploring each other's mouths. Her kisses trailed down his jawline, moving towards his neck where she gently nibbled. Her hands quickly unbuttoned his white dress shirt, then trailed down to his pants, reaching for his belt.

Mark cupped the side of her cheek and pulled her back to his lips, kissing her deeply. With one swift movement, his hands clasped her hips and flipped her over, laying overtop of her. Her arms looped around his neck, as he kissed down her neck. He smiled deviously to himself when she moaned, as he reached her ear, knowing that was the sweet spot that always got her.

Her hands moved to finish helping him strip off his shirt, then ran her fingernails up his ripped abs. Her arms wrapped around him, scratching at his back. He moved back to claim her lips, forging his tongue into her mouth. Her hands once again found his belt, quickly unbuckling it, continuing with his button and zipper. He continued to kiss her deeply, reaching around her to unsnap her bra.

Within minutes his clothes laid in a heap on the floor, along with her bra and panties. He happily allowed her to keep the fishnet stalkings on with the garter that was snapped to them, along with the hot pink heels.

The two looked deeply into the others eyes as Mark slowly thrusted himself inside her. She bit her bottom lip and looped her arms around his neck. He rested his forehead against hers as he made love to her, staring deeply into each other's eyes. "I love you," he whispered.

All that I am, all that I ever was, is here in your perfect eyes…..they're all I can see.

The next morning, Becca was awoken by Mark playfully pouncing on her side of the bed. She let out a groan and rolled over, finding the sunlight barely breaking through the curtains. Mark gently tickled at her sides. "Time to get up,"

"What time is it," she groaned.

"A little after six,"

"Oh my god," she pulled the blanket over her head.

"Oh come on, baby doll," he chuckled, reaching under the covers to tickle her once more. "You've gotten used to sleeping in with Addison. You're gonna be going back to work soon, so you gotta start getting up early again,"

"Yeah, but I'm not going back to work today," she giggled, trying to escape his wandering hands.

Mark grabbed the blankets and pulled them off of her, revealing her naked body. A grin formed on his lips as he looked over her.

"Mark Sloan," she laughed, holding herself up on her elbows.

"Get up," he smirked.

She sat up and in one swift motion pulled him down ontop of her, claiming his lips. Her hands roamed up under his t-shirt, trying to pull it off of him.

"Eh eh eh…" he said, pulling away from her. "Get up and get dressed,"

She raised an eyebrow at him. "Is Mark Sloan refusing sex?"

"The last thing Mark Sloan wants to do is turn down sex," he replied. "But, we have a flight to catch,"

"A flight to catch?"

"Just get up and get ready!" he grabbed her hand and pulled her up. He planted a kiss on her lips once more and pointed her toward the bathroom. "Hurry up," he playfully smacked her on the butt.

"Ow!" she whined, closing the bathroom door behind her.

A few minutes later she emerged, dressed in a pair of jeans and a purple tank top. Her hair was pulled into a ponytail that rested against her shoulders, she wore her black rimmed glasses. She slipped on a pair of black heels and turned to him with a smile. "Okay. I'm ready. Happy?"

"Yes," he looped an arm around her waist. "Very very very happy," he pecked a kiss on her lips. "Let's go. Addison and Callie are gonna come by later to pick up the stuff we left here,"

"Okay," she replied, taking his hand as he led her out the door. "I was beginning to think you expected me to abandon my dress,"

Mark chuckled as they made their way down the hall and to the hotel elevator. "Why? You plan on wearing it again?"

She shrugged playfully, "You never know. Maybe, I'll get the inkling to play dress up,"

The elevator doors closed and he pulled her to him once more. "You can play dress up in the lingerie again…any time you want,"

Becca laughed. "I knew you would say something like that!"

The two had made it to the airport and boarded onto a private plane that Mark had booked weeks in advance. He had done so in order to keep their destination a secret from her. They landed on a private runway in Fiji in the afternoon, just minutes from the private bungalow he had rented for the week.

"Where are we?" she asked for what seemed like the millionth time.

"I don't know," he shrugged with a playful grin.

"Mark,"

"Becca," he parked the rental car and quickly jumped out, running around to get her door.

"Where are we," she asked again.

"We're at a bungalow," he replied, teasingly. He laced his fingers with hers and pulled her with him as he excitedly made his way to the door.

"Are you ever gonna tell me?"

"I wanna show you something first," he had opened the door and pulled her inside, but quickly pulled her into the other room.

Becca's eyes widened as she gasped. The back side of the bungalow was just a row of windows, completely overlooking the ocean, the crystal blue water was literally 40 feet from her. "Oh my god…" she sighed, almost in a whisper.

Mark opened the french doors, allowing the breeze to blow through the space. He walked out onto the small patio and grinned at her. "Fiji is all yours, my love,"

"Oh my god!" she squealed and leapt into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist. "You're so amazing!"

Mark's hands rested at her hips, as he spun her around. "I love you, baby,"

"I love you too," she smiled as he leaned into the claim her lips once more.

Author's Note: I just want to say thank you to everyone who so faithfully kept up with this story. I'm sorry that a few of you were so disappointed with how Mark didn't end up with Lexie, honestly that was the plan. Unfortunately, I went in the opposite direction.

Thank you to everyone who grew to love and accept Becca. Honestly, I'm thinking of making a sequel in order to help me cope with Eric leaving the show. What do you guys think of a sequel? Would you read it?

I will be starting a Lexie/Mark story soon and I promise it will be all Mark/Lexie!