As soon as the door to the on-call room was locked, his lips were on me. In the past, his kisses were soft and sweet but now they were fierce and desperate, and it made me want to melt into him. Our lips remained locked together, pushing and pulling, demanding, and bruising, as we stripped out of our scrubs in record time, our lips only parting for a split second so we could pull our shirts over our heads. He leaned in and bruised his lips against mine and I melted into him, wrapping my arms around his neck. He was rock hard against me as he pulled me back away from the door towards the bed so he could sit on the edge of it and I sat poised right above him. All it would take would be one smooth motion and he'd be inside me. He turned us over, so I was splayed across the bed underneath him and I hoisted myself up on my elbows to kiss him. Smooth and sweet. I moaned at the taste of him and he opened his mouth for me, letting me brush my tongue against his, scrape it against his teeth. I wanted all of him.

I gripped his shoulders and pushed him back over, so he was staring up at me. I ran my hands down his muscled abdomen—farther. He was enormous in my hand—so hard, yet so silken that I just ran a finger down him in wonder. He hissed, cock twitching as I brushed my thumb over the tip. I smirked as I did it again. He reached for me, but I froze him with a look that told him don't you dare. Mark gave me a lazy smile before he settled back, tucking a hand behind his head, waiting. Such a cocky bastard. So, I leaned down and put my mouth on him. He jerked at the contact and barked, and I laughed around him even as I took him deeper into my mouth.

His hands were now fisted in the sheets, white knuckled as I slid my tongue over him, grazing slightly with my teeth. His groan was fire to my blood. Honestly, I was surprised he waited the full minute before interrupting me. One second, he was in my mouth, my tongue flicking over the broad head of him and the next, his hands were on my waist and I was being flipped onto my front. He nudged my legs apart with his knees, spreading me as he gripped my hips, tugging them up before he sheathed himself deep in me with a single stroke. I moaned into the pillow at every glorious inch of him, rising onto my forearms as my fingers grappled into the sheets. Mark pulled out and plunged back in and I thought I might break apart from not being able to get enough of him.

"Look at you," he murmured as he moved in me. "You are exquisite." He kissed the length of my spine and I closed my eyes and sighed in content as his lips trailed from the spine to kiss my scars. I managed to rise enough to see where we were joined and the sight of it wrecked me so thoroughly that I climaxed with his name on my lips as I moaned it into the pillow. Mark hauled me up against him, one hand cupping my breast as the other rolled and stroked that bundle of nerves between my legs, and I couldn't tell where one climax ended and the second began as he thrust in again, and again, his lips on my neck, on my ear. I could die from this. I could die from this and I would be okay with it. I could die from wanting him, from the pleasure of being with him. He twisted us, pulling out only long enough to lie on his back and haul me over him. I leaned forward to kiss him, softly, tenderly.

As our mouths met, I slid onto him, the fit so much deeper, and he murmured my name into my mouth. I kissed him again and again, and rode him hard and fast, never quite getting enough of him. I sat up, hands braced on his broad chest and he moaned loudly, thrusting his hips up. My vision fractured as release barreled into me again and I rode him hard and hard, faster, and faster. I must have rose too far because when I came back down, his cock missed my entrance and hit the underside of my pelvic bone instead. His cry of agony was to make anyone weep. I scrambled off him, my heart now racing with fear and anxiety. His face was contorted with pain as he tried to cover himself as if that would stop the pain.

"Oh my God." I breathed, unable to take my eyes at the awkward angle that his cock was now at. It began swelling and not in the good way as a shade of purple began to set in.

"Aah!"

"Oh my God. Are you okay?" That was a stupid question. You're a doctor and you ask that question.

"No!"

"It's bent in the middle. I-I-I think I broke it."

"Get Torres." I was frozen in fear.

"Oh—"

"Go!" The agony in his voice had me scrambling to put my scrubs back on and not fully slipping my feet into my shoes, I grabbed my pager and was out the door, fumbling to page Callie as I went. I headed away from the on-call room and down to the pit. I shook my hands out in front of me, forcing myself to take deep breaths as I went. I can't believe this is happening. I can't believe this is happening. I can't believe I did this. I let out an anxious groan as a headache started to set in and my blood pressure rose. I paced the hallway outside of the ER, counting the seconds until I saw Callie walking towards me.

"Oh, Dr. Torres, thank God you're here." Callie didn't even look up from her pager as she continued to speed walk past me and I fell into step beside her.

"I'm headed down the pit." She said. "I got a 9-1-1 page. Page ortho is you need anything." I walked in front of her and she halted and looked up at me as I faced her.

"No, it was me. I paged you 9-1-1 for Dr. Sloan. He's the emergency himself. It's on his person." That got her attention.

"Wait, Mark's hurt?" She looked around at her surroundings as if she could spot him.

"Yes. No. Yes. Crap." I shut my eyes tightly and inhaled deeply before looking at Callie again who was now staring at me in confusion. "He's badly injured in—in a bad way that is bad for anyone who's a man, but for Dr. Sloan in particular. Um, he may—" I anxiously scratched my temple trying desperately to get my mouth to cooperate with me. "He may—he may have broken a-a bone."

"A bone?"

"He broke a bone. I-I…" I looked around quick before whispering to Callie, "I broke his bone." A smile appeared on Callie's face as she thought this was all a joke. I swallowed hard as she chuckled.

"You're kidding, right?" I continued to stare at her, eyes wide, not sure what else I could say. The longer I stared at her, the more her smile began to fade as she realized that I wasn't joking. "You're not kidding?" I shook my head vigorously and she turned on her heel to walk back down the hallway where she came from and I followed her to lead her to the on-call room.

GA

I paced back and forth in front of the nurses' station just down the hall from the on-call room where Callie and Owen were examining Mark. I chewed on my nail, my heart still hammering in my chest and has never slowed down since the accident. Lexie sat behind the nurses' station in the chair, eyes tracking me as I kept pacing.

"You keep pacing like that and someone is going to think something's up." Lexie told me and my eyes flicked towards her, but I continued to walk.

"Moving keeps me distracted. And I need a distraction considering the fact I just broke Mark's penis." I whispered harshly to her, looking around to make sure no one was in earshot. "He's never going to want to see me after this. It's done. It's over." I walked around the desk to leaned against it next to Lexie. "I broke his penis and now he's gonna hate me." I let out a loose breath of air and tilted my head back, closing my eyes. "I just need to put it aside for right and focus on work and where the hell are all my interns?" As if on cue, Louie, Pierce, and Sadie came around the corner laughing and walked up Lexie and me and leaned against the desk.

"You hear Sloan broke his goods?" Louie laughed and I dropped my head into my hands.

"Kill me now." I whispered to Lexie who gave me an apologetic look.

"In that on-call room. Swear to God I heard him screaming."

"With Torres?" Sadie inquired.

"Maybe. But whoever it was, whoever rode him and broke him, that's a girl I want on me." My stomach lurched and threatened to vomit.

"I'm gonna puke." I muttered, covering my mouth with my hands.

"Um, Dr. Wolfe, don't you have assignments to hand out?" Lexie said very loudly and hastily. I cleared my throat and stood up, turning to face my interns while crossing my arms tightly over my chest.

"Right. I was just waiting until these three idiots remembered that they were in a hospital and not a God damn high school cafeteria." They muttered their apologies. "Sadie, scut."

"I was on scut yesterday." She whined.

"And you'll continue to be on scut until you stop whining about it. Pierce, the pit and Louie, the clinic. Lexie, you're with me. I was supposed to be on Dr. Sloan's service today so the least we can do is inform his patients whether they're having surgery today or not." My interns scattered to their assigned locations as I peered down the hallway to see Owen and Callie walk out of the on-call room. I wringed my hands together, cracking my knuckles as I bit my lower lip, deciding whether I should go and try to talk to him.

"Come on." Lexie said, walking around the desk and towards the room.

"Lexie!" I followed her when she didn't stop after I called for her. She stopped in front of the door and turned to me.

"I'll keep watch. Go. Maybe then you'll stop looking like a kicked puppy." I clicked my tongue at her and furrowed my brows. "Go." Looking left and right for any bystanders, I opened the door and quickly slipped inside and shut the door behind me.

"Hey." Mark was still laying in the bed, his bottom half covered with a blanket as he panted heavily from the pain that he was in. He was propped up on his elbows and he quickly turned his head to me as I entered the room. I saw humiliation flash in his eyes as he frowned at me.

"Little Wolf, go away." Mark pleaded and my heart lurched with sadness. "I don't want you to see me like this."

"But I made you like this." His brows rose as he pleaded with his blue diamond eyes. He was vulnerable and he didn't want anyone to see him in this state. Not even me.

"I'm saying please here." Those pleading eyes burned into me as I tried to come up with something else to say. "Please." The tone of his voice said it all. He was begging for me to go and so I slipped out of the room as quickly as I came in.

GA

After hours of going from patient to patient to inform them that Dr. Sloan was unavailable and their surgeries would have to be rescheduled, I managed to make it to the observation room just as they were starting the surgery. Unfortunately, so did interns. I slinked off to my usually spot in the corner of the gallery to look down at Mark's sleeping face. Lexie sat behind me in a chair along with Louie, Sadie, Celia, Pierce, and Steve.

"I heard it was this physical therapist from the rehab floor who does this fancy yoga thing where she, like, turns herself into a pretzel while she's on top of a guy." Steve snickered and I crossed my arms over my chest and observed Owen and Callie hastily working on fixing what I broke.

"She quit two weeks ago." Pierce said.

"I thought it was Torres." Celia muttered. Who cares who is was? Couldn't these interns leave it alone? It was like being in high school all over again.

"Whoever it was is going down in Seattle Grace history." Louie laughed. "Sloan is a legend. Can you imagine the kind of muscle it takes to break a man like that…I mean—" Louie couldn't even finish his statement as he broke out into laughter and I rounded on him, my blonde hair cascading around my shoulders.

"Can you interns ever just shut up?" I snapped, blood boiling. "Just shut the hell up for once." They all looked at me for a moment.

"You know something."

"I know that it's none of y'all damn business."

"She totally knows something. Did you see somebody come out of the room?"

"Maybe it was her." I felt the blood drain from my face as I thought of something to say.

"Ooh." All the men in the room crooned. And I could come up with was, "What?"

"It was me, okay?" Lexie blurted out and I looked to her wide-eyed and in utter shock. What the hell was she doing? Sweet, innocent, Lexie Grey was admitting to having sex with Mark Sloan for what? To protect a sister she barely knew? "It was me. I do this twisty thing that blows most guys' minds, and I guess I twisted a little too far and almost took the whole thing off, okay?" Everyone fell silent at her confession and my facial expression soften as I gave her a look that said thank you. She gave me a reassuring smile before looking back down at the surgery.

GA

I leaned on my elbows at the nurse's station trying to get up the courage to go in and talk to Mark but him telling me to go away kept me at bay. I wanted to be there for him, and I wanted to apologize immensely about breaking his penis but every time I got up the courage to go talk to him, I was frozen in the spot.

"Please tell me that I did not just confess to having sex with Dr. Sloan just so you could chicken out of the relationship." Lexie said, coming up to stand beside me. I frowned at her.

"What relationship?" I questioned her. "There is no relationship. Just a guy I'm sleeping with." She gave me a look that said really? "What?"

"You and I both know that that's not true."

"He told me to go away. He doesn't want me, Lex. I broke his penis and now he doesn't want me anymore. It's that simple."

"Seriously? Come on." And just like earlier, she walked past me to the room, despite me trying to call her back so I had no choice but to follow her. She stopped outside of Mark's room and turned to me. "Go. I'll keep watch." I crossed my arms over my chest and shifted my weight to my left hip. "Mayzie, if you want something, fight for it." I bit my lower lip. I did want him. Despite me trying to tell myself that it was just sex, I wanted him. I wanted it to be more than just sex and, in my gut, I think he wanted the same thing. Looking left and right and making sure the coast was clear, I opened the door to the room and slipped inside. Mark was lying in bed staring blankly in front of him, looking bored and unamused but no longer in agony. He was probably on morphine, thank God.

"Hey." I walked over to the blinds that looked out to the hallway and closed them.

"Please go away." Mark pleaded softly and my entire body yielded to his tone, wanting to leave if that's what he really wanted but I forced myself to stay.

"No."

"Little Wolf…" And there was that nickname. If he kept going like this, then I really would leave. I turned away from the window and walked over to his bedside, his blue orbs watching my every move, his lips formed in a tight line.

"I'm sorry that I-I broke—I'm sorry that I hurt you and I'm sorry that you're humiliated." He looked away from me and returned to staring at the empty space in front of him. "But I'm—I'm not going anywhere. I was vulnerable with you the night in the clearing. I was vulnerable but yet you stayed. And I know that being vulnerable and humiliated is not something you're used to, and you don't want anyone seeing you like this but I'm going anywhere. Mark…I'm not going anywhere." His eyes shifted back to me. "Lexie is guarding the door—I trust her. She won't tell anyone—and since no one is going to be coming in, I'm—I'm—I am now going to climb into bed with you and hold you and stroke your hair—as lame as it sounds—because that's what I like to have done for me when I'm hurt."

Mark stared at me for a moment and when he didn't protest or say anything else, I slowly climbed into bed with me, careful not to bump his lower half. I snuggled in close to him and wrapped my right arm around his chest so I could cradle his face, stroking his hair with my fingers. It was soft and velvety, and I could run my fingers through it all day. When I felt him finally relax, I pressed myself closer to him, dropping my forehead to his temple and pressing my nose to his cheek. I savored his scent and warmth. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the corner of his mouth rise into a smile as he closed his eyes and fully relaxed into me. My body was no longer filled with anxiety and uncertainty because whenever I was around Mark, I was certain about everything. During our entire relationship—or whatever it is we had going on—Mark chased away any insecurities and anxiety that I had and made me feel calm and safe. It was my turn to return to the favor since I was quite sure that it was never going to happen again. I lost track of time as I allowed my mind to go blank and just enjoy being near him while I stroked his hair.

A soft snore came from him that had me pulled back down to earth. I cautiously raised my head to see his lips parted as he slept, his chest slowly rising and falling. I smiled at his sleeping form and watched his eyes flicker under his close lids for a moment before I gradually got out of bed. Checking his vitals and placing a small soft kiss on his lips, I quietly walked over to the door and before I turned off the room light and walked out the door, I turned back to burn that image of him sleeping into my mind.