Waking up the next morning was another story. Her body ached and she knew that it was because of the run that she had gone on. The babies obviously hadn't enjoyed it that much... either that or she should have at least stretched properly.

Meredith found herself hugging the toilet bowl that morning.

Mark had followed her into the bathroom. He had set about tracing circles on her back with one hand and holding her hair out of her face with the other. He figured he couldn't stop the morning sickness but maybe he could soothe her just a little.

Once Meredith had finished and Mark had stepped back and helped her up. She gestured towards the shower.

She moved slowly. She took immense amount of time undressing herself as with every movement her body ached a little bit more. Her pyjamas fell to the floor and she flicked them with her foot towards the washing basket.

Mark had tuned the shower on for her and made sure the water was perfect before he stripped down too.

Meredith stepped in under the spray and after just taking her time to soak up the water, she turned her face upwards letting it wake her, and also giving the water the chance to run over her body.

Mark moved in behind her.



"You ok?" he asked. He rested a hand on her shoulder, and began to massage it.

"Just a little sore." she sighed.

Mark nodded. He knew he shouldn't have raced her around the block. He was shocked when she had kicked his arse.

"Let me help." he told her as he reached for the loofa and shower gel.

He poured a small amount of gel on to the loofa before massaging her back with it.

Meredith enjoyed being pampered and a small moan escaped her as his hands moved the loofa over her back before slowly reaching her stomach.

"The little Sloans didn't enjoy the run very much did they?" he asked as he moved to nuzzle on her neck.

Meredith shook her head.

"I gathered as much." he sighed.

His hands moved up her stomach to her breasts.

"I was an arse for letting you run."

Meredith turned to look at him. She stepped into him and rested her 

head on his shoulder. "I didn't stretch and it was the first time i have ran like that in a while." she told him. "It is my own fault that i am sore."

Mark really didn't accept that. He didn't want to argue with her, and knew that if he shot her response down that would be what he would be walking into. "We both knew better." he sighed.

"Yeah we did." she returned.

Mark continued to caress her body. Massaging the soap into her. She rested a hand on his chest as she bit into his shoulder trying to supress the moans.

Mark looked down at her with a small smile playing on his lips.

"So you paint too?" he asked.

Meredith bit her bottom lip and nodded.

Mark ran a hand over her cheek, throwing her his McSteamy look he asked. "So when can you paint me?"

His mind suddenly whirled with thoughts of different ways they could use her talent for painting. He wondered if it could be considered body art.

Meredith slapped his chest playfully. "Maybe some other time when we don't have to get to work, and i don't need to organise final dress 

fittings and scrub in with Derek."

Mark lowered his head to kiss her.

Meredith moaned as she deepened the kiss, slipping an arm around his neck.

Mark moaned as his tongued delved into her mouth, thrusting deep into the moist depths of her. He could only want to do more as he imagined his man hood thrusting into her in a similar manner. He hated that he couldn't, but time didn't allow him to show her the love that they deserved.

Meredith sighed as she broke the kiss.

"Work" she told him.

Mark looked down at his arousal and sighed. "Believe me i know."

Meredith placed a kiss on his chest before looking up at him. "I better jump out and get dressed."

Mark kissed her one more time before playfully slapping her on the bottom. "I'll be out soon." he told her.

Meredith turned and winked at him. "You better take care of that first."