Here I am! Not dead lol, but finally done with finals! I liked writing this chapter (a lot!) so I hope you guys like it too!
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Chapter Six: Animal Instinct, Temporary Insanity, and other clinical terms.
Denny Duquette kisses were sweet.
They molded to her lips almost perfectly, treating her with such delicacy...almost as if she would break and leave if he pressed any harder.
She snorted quietly, doubting his kisses were ever sweet.
No. He looked fierier, more passionate, as if he couldn't get enough.
She smiled remembering her last sweet kiss (when everything was okay and pink still felt right wrapped around her body).
She now looked over at him and, biting her lower lip, eyed his beard, she wondered how it would feel against her chin, would it scrape?
She blushed under that thought and lightly shook her head, trying to get rid of those thoughts, but the more she remembered how his lips felt against her ear, the more she questioned how they would feel against her own lips.
"Izzie?"
Isobel Stevens took a large intake of breath as the sudden calling scared her.
"Oh! Sorry Izzie, it's just that we kind of already changed positions..."
Izzie looked at Chris and blushed out of embarrassment, muttering an apology and standing to her feet, her arms up and legs poised like the rest of the group.
"It's okay; I know I have that effect"
She felt her muscles tighten as his voice was nearer than she remembered him being (but still not above a mere whisper). Her lips came to a scowl as his tone was full of pride.
"Why can't you just keep your distance?"
She whispered back and relaxed a bit as Chris left the room for a minute or so (the high school feeling, of when a teacher leaves the classroom, sinking in).
"You don't want me to keep my distance"
Izzie scoffed at that, "Oh, so now you know what I want?", her tone raised a bit and some on-lookers smiled at the banter.
"I always know what women want", he smirked and raised his eyebrows suggestively; she could feel herself blushing but still rolled her eyes.
"Can you even hold a normal conversation without mentioning sex?"
He smirked again and looked straight at her, blue intoxicating brown, "Who said anything about sex?"
Some quiet giggles met his statement and Izzie glared at the other doctors sharing the class, "You're impossible"
"But Isobel-", he walked closer to her, forgetting his position and gaining a glare from the blonde, "I'm anything but impossible"
His lips were so near, and her eyes just had life of their own (at least that's what she reasoned) as she looked at his lips and licked her own, animal instinct taking over.
So near.
Just one more step and...
She was wrong. So wrong.
Because Isobel Stevens couldn't help but take a step forward and press her lips slightly against Mark Sloan's, forgetting about Denny's sweet kisses and smiling as Mark's beard tickled her chin; she found it nearly impossible to stop kissing him as his lips played with her own in the most sensual and sweet way she had ever experienced before.
There was no doubt; Mark Sloan's kisses were sweet.
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"Do I have another Denny Duquette case situation in my hands?"
He could remember perfectly her harsh tone and her accusatory eyes as she yelled at him in the middle of a hallway, the on-call room behind them about to mark their history.
Alex laughed as he remembered her green eyes shining brighter, their tone almost matching her jealousy, but then scowled when those same eyes looked at him with disappointment, their bright tone fading.
"You're not my girlfriend"
Yes, he was an ass. He knew that, but he thought he was doing the best for her, giving her the chance to find that barbeque guy, not wanting to believe Ava's words (even when he knew he loved playing football).
"Dr. Karev"
He looked to his left and found Addison's friend looking ahead of him, her body besides his.
"Yes?", he looked her over and she met his gaze.
She held out her hand, "I'm Naomi Bennett", he shook her hand and said nothing back, "I guess you know by now I'm here with Addison"
He nodded, still not caring to answer her and, out of the corner of his eye, saw her looking ahead again; both of them leaning against the reeling and looking over at the morning sun of Seattle.
"You broke her heart, you know"
Alex looked at his hands, slight shame washing over him, and, again, nodded his head.
"But it's okay, she's-", Naomi paused and smiled, "she's okay now"
He looked up and found Naomi's eyes on him, "She is?"
"Yes, but that doesn't mean she's over it either"
Alex sighed, "I'm not over it"
Naomi laughed and sipped her morning coffee, "So I've noticed"
He frowned at her laugh but shrugged it off, silence upon them again.
"So what are you going to do about it?"
He shrugged, "I'm still not the guy she wants", Naomi looked at him, urging him on, "She wants the 'dad' type, and I'm not that"
"Every man is the 'dad' type", Naomi smiled at him, "its nature, kid"
She stood straight and gave him one last look, "Oh, and you have to do something, or I will", with that she took off, leaving for the fourth floor, Alex smiling after her.
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"Izzie Stevens!"
Izzie jumped and smiled innocently at Pamela as the petite brunette walked towards her, "Hi Pam"
"Don't 'Hi Pam' me, what was that?!", Izzie blushed and scowled as Pamela looked at her brightly, her eyes begging for some dirt.
"It's called 'temporary insanity'"
Pamela smirked as Izzie walked quickly towards her locker, her cheeks red, "Nonono, no excuses Izzie Stevens, just admit it, you're in like with Mark Sloan!"
Izzie shut her locker and looked at Pam, groaning, "I'm not in like with Sloan!"
"You so are", Pamela just grinned at her friend and the blonde narrowed her eyes at her, "Ok, so maybe I like him, but just a little"
Pamela smirked and pointed at her, "I knew it!"
Izzie just glared at her but at the sound of a knock in the door, both women looked up, "Uhm, yeah?"
"Hurry up Stevens, rounds start in fifteen"
Mark's voice could be heard and Pamela grinned again, stifling a laugh as Izzie looked at her, "I'll be out in a second!"
Izzie gathered her tote bag and, lightly, whacked her mat against her friend, who was now laughing and she too found herself with a small smile playing on her lips.
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"So, is it true?"
Richard Webber looked up, from a patients chart, and found a, slightly, disheveled Cristina Yang entering his office.
"Is it what true, Yang?"
Cristina shut the Chief's door and sighed, sitting tiredly in one of the soft chairs in the room. Her hand making circles in her thighs, "I heard Pre-", she paused and met the Chief's gaze, "Dr. Burke is coming back..."
Richard's face softened and Cristina couldn't help but glare at him, "No, no disrespect or anything...sir, but no, no sympathetic glances, or soft eyes, I'm still Cristina Yang"
Her rough tone made him smile a bit but then he looked at her, "Yes, Dr. Burke is indeed coming back; No, I do not know where he has been or why he left (in the first place), but-", he looked at Cristina again and her eyes urged him to go on, "I talked to him yesterday and he made it clear that he would be coming back some time soon"
Cristina stood up, "Some time soon?", she paced in front of the chief, "What the hell is that supposed to mean? 'some time soon', when? It could be tomorrow, or next week, or in a month!"
Her sudden change of demeanor scared the chief a bit and attempting to control the doctor in front of him, he took a step forward and hugged her, "Calm down", she visibly relaxed in his arms and let a sigh escape, a quiet sob followed after and only the tears, in his lab coat, made the Chief realize she was crying.
She pushed herself out of the hug and looked at the floor, the chief let go (completely) of her and sat back behind his desk.
"You're taking a week off"
Cristina looked up alarmed, "What? You can't do that!"
Richard nodded and made some notes in one of his files, "I can and I am", he looked up and stared at her, "You're not okay Cristina..."
She paled and took a step back, the words sinking in.
"You are not okay", he took a deep breath, "and I need you to be okay, you're a resident now, which means that soon you could be chief resident and then an attending...this hospital does need you, but-"
She sat down again, the soft cushion providing some form of support, her eyes looked at Richard and he never left her gaze, knowing she wasn't herself.
"It, first, needs you to be okay"
Cristina, slowly, nodded.
"Okay"
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Callie's hand shot down to George's scrub pants and quickly pulled them off, his kisses trailing her neck and making her moans a bit louder than she would prefer.
George pushed Callie's tank top from the way and kissed her collar bone as he quickly met her cotton bra, his kisses never stopping but only changing directions to suck or nip at some caramel skin.
"You're so beautiful..."
She smiled and blushed under his comment and felt his hands pushing her scrub pants to the floor, his hands making soft circles around her thighs, one of them making their way to an inner thigh and softly massaging their way up.
"George..."
She panted and gasped, quickly biting her lower lip, as his fingers teased the fabric of her panties, he smiled up at her and she could only place her forehead against his neck as his fingers slipped inside of her.
She looked up; meeting the cold white wall in front of her and with caution gave the door one more look, making sure the lock was on.
She gasped, again, as the sudden feeling of being entered made her look at her husband, his lips quickly finding her own and his hands roughly grabbing her back. Pressing her with force against the wall, he moaned as they found their rhythm and both of them closed their eyes, enjoying the moment.
Yes, Callie Torres was going to make damn sure that plastic stick came out pink the next time.
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"Did you hear?"
"What?"
"Stevens kissed Sloan!"
Meredith's gaze was roughly turned from her patient's chart to the gossiping nurses at her side, trying to be discrete as she eavesdropped on the conversation.
"She what?"
"That's right, kissed Mark Sloan!"
No, but that couldn't be right. Meredith frowned and shook her head, sure that the nurses were only making things up and…but could it be possible?
Izzie and McSteamy?
Giving another nurse her chart she walked, quite quickly, to the elevator and pressed the third floor, because she was now in a mission, and Isobel Stevens was her target.
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Izzie wrapped her blonde hair in a high ponytail and, after securing it with a clip, took her seat next to Mark Sloan, his eyes on the road, and the radio playing 'Snow Patrol's' latest hit.
She was never good with silence, that's why she talked so much, and as so, feeling her nature starting to bloom she parted her lips, words about to come out.
"Were you a cheerleader?"
Strangely enough, he beat her to the punch.
"What?", she frowned and looked at him; his sunglasses hiding his blue eyes from her curious look.
"Were you a cheerleader?", he repeated and, still, she frowned.
"No, but what does that-"
He cut her off, not caring for questions, "And a Sorority sister?"
She frowned again, "What are you up to?"
He slowed the car as they entered Seattle Grace's parking lot and looked for his spot (amused at how even the pavement knew his name).
"Yes or no"
His deadpan tone made her frown even more and, exasperated, she hissed, "No"
He nodded and opened his door as he shut off the engine; she gathered her things and, once she was face to face with him, looked at him strangely.
Mark said nothing but walked with her to the doors awaiting them, Izzie also said nothing, clearly waiting for an explanation to his unusual questions.
Once inside the building, Izzie could sense some of the nurses looking at them, one's with envious glances, other's with grins in their lips.
"What's going on?"
Mark shrugged and let Izzie pass to the elevator first, as a 'ding' announced they should get in.
The silence was again killing her, but this time she wasn't going to break it, now thinking about the glances and the whispers some doctors and nurses shot their way in the lobby.
Finally the doors opened to the third floor and as Izzie was about to step out, Mark grabbed her arm and turned her around, his lips finding, instantly, a place against hers.
He broke the kiss off and looked at her, a smirk in his handsome face.
"Good, because I don't date cheerleaders"
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There! Done, it took some time because of my finals but now I'm done with school! (for the time being, at least) and can write more on a daily basis.
Some steamy scenes, Callie and George there, it was fun to write that scene between them because I'm guessing (if he even doesn't look like that) George is one heck of a laid (or at least that was what Izzie suggested lol); more Addex to come, Bang is also to come, and MerDer is, still, being difficult to me so I'm putting bits here and there until I get the whole 411 on their situation. Finally some McStizzie! And we'll be getting much more.
Hope you gusy liked it! Please review!
-Kath