Well...not as much reaction to this story as I'd anticipated...however, big thanks to Berlian, paceysnumber1 and MerDerAddicted for your reviews!
This fic will feature a wee bit of MerDer, as well as Cristina, but it's mainly the steaminess of McStizzie. The length of the fic will depend on how much interest there is. So if you like it, make sure and review!
Chapter Two – Just an Affair…
"Are you out of your mind, Izzie?" Meredith asked, as they sat together at the bar at Joe's two nights later. "Mark Sloan…the divorce lawyer…wants to have an affair with you?" Her eyebrows went up as she considered this bit of news. Despite the fact they lived in the same house, this was the first time they'd really talked since Izzie came home on New Year's Day.
"An affair yeah…I call it a bad romance more than anything…" Izzie countered, sipping her beer. "But Mer, you should just see his body…ohmigod…he is damn fine. I have never seen pecs like his…"
"Well, so long as the sex is good…enjoy it while you can. He's well known for his women, from what I read in the gossip column…just so you're aware of what you're getting into."
"I can take care of myself."
"Sure…and you disappeared with him after dirty dancing at the party without telling me or Cristina."
"Hello...?" Izzie's tone was accusing. "You were all wrapped up in Derek's arms, you wouldn't have noticed anything else...I was just having a good time.."
"Yeah, you're probably right," Meredith grinned, unrepentent. "And you were lip-locked at the stroke of midnight, so I should have realized..."
"Besides…it seemed like a good idea at the time…"
"Does he know how much you hate lawyers?"
"Um, yes…I kind of said that…" Izzie bit her lip, recalling that part of the conversation.
"He must be a glutton for punishment, then."
"I think he sees me as a challenge."
"Just be careful, Iz. I don't want you to get hurt." Meredith eyed her friend, who always seemed to fall in love at the drop of a hat, never thinking of the consequences.
Izzie held up her hand. "I swear…no falling in love…this is just sex."
"I'll remind you about that in a couple weeks, and in the meantime, I'll keep the tequila ready, just in case." She lifted her own shot glass at the moment, waving Joe over for a refill.
"It won't be necessary." Izzie realized her track record wasn't the greatest when it came to men; she was impulsive about getting involved with the wrong guy. But she learned from her mistakes, right?
At that moment, the door opened behind them, and she turned to see who was coming in. Cristina was supposed to meet them here as well, but she hadn't shown up yet. Probably surfing the emergency room for accident victims to operate on, Izzie mused. But it wasn't Cristina, it was Mark, accompanied by a sleek looking woman, who seemed to be glued to his side. She looked like the high maintenance kind of woman that was just the opposite of herself, and Izzie realized that she could never compete with that. Not that she wanted to, of course.
"Oh oh…" Meredith murmured, catching sight of the couple as well. "What the hell are they doing here? This isn't exactly the 'in' night spot for someone like Sloan to come to…"
"I don't care. It's not like we're dating…he can go out with anyone he wants..." Izzie sighed, swallowing the last of her beer. She was feeling a little light headed again, and figured it was time to head home. It was getting late, and she had to work tomorrow. Being an intern at SGH meant being up early. "I'm gonna go…"
"Okay, Iz, I'll hang out for awhile. Derek said he'd stop in if he got done with surgery on time." She glanced back over to where Mark was sitting in the booth with his date, their heads bent close together. "You want me to keep an eye on him?"
"No…it's good." Izzie slid to her feet, and felt a little wave of dizziness from moving too quickly. "Oopsy…too much beer…"
"You need to stick with tequila," Meredith giggled, steadying her friend. "Seriously, you okay? I can call you a cab…"
"I'm fine…seriously, Mer. You stay and wait for McDreamy. I'll just go home and sleep...I'll make sure to put my ear plugs in."
"Hey..." Meredith protested, but Izzie had already resolutely pushed forward, keeping her eyes on the door and not on Mark. Yet as she passed by the booth, she couldn't help but chance one peek at him. That was the moment her feet decided to slip from beneath her, and she ended up tripping and pitching forward against his table.
"Well, Dr. Stevens…" Mark smirked, looking into her soft brown eyes as she landed awkwardly next to him. "Nice of you to drop in here…"
"You ass…" Izzie jumped up, and brushed herself off. "There was water on the floor…must've slipped…"
"Of course you did. Look, I can walk you out, make sure you don't slip again." He started to move to his feet, earning a glare from the woman next to him. "I'll be right back, Whitney, just give me a moment."
"Please don't get up on my account," Izzie protested, despite the tingle in her core at the touch of his hand on hers. He looked far too sexy again, in his designer suit, and far too out of place at Joe's bar. Too far out of her league too.
But Mark was already walking her towards the door, without so much as a backward glance at the woman he'd left behind. "She won't mind. She's not a date, she's a client…"
"Oh…" Izzie felt absurdly relieved. "Okay then…"
"I mean to call you..." Mark murmured.
"Sure you did. I was just staring at the phone waiting for you..." Izzie rolled her eyes at the comment.
"You always manage to deflate my best intentions," Mark smiled, giving her his best self-deprecating look.
"You didn't have that problem the other night...and your ego could use some deflating," Izzie retorted. She found herself enjoying this.
"My ego is just fine, it's my libido that requires attention right now," he told her, sending a flush of heat to her core. With his hand at the small of her back, they moved across the room and out the door. There was a soft drizzle falling outside, enveloping them in the dampness of the Seattle night. Before she knew it, Mark had her pressed back against the brick wall of the building, around the corner where it was dark and secluded. His mouth crashed into hers in a deep dark kiss that sent her into a tailspin of desire. She was barely able to breathe, grasping at him, feeling the heat building up between them. His hand was between her legs, pushing up under the skirt she'd worn for reasons she hadn't even realized. It was a little rough, and edgy, and it aroused her even more, and she moaned and whimpered against his mouth. His hands moved to her shirt and he ripped it open, buttons flying.
He pushed it back off her shoulders, and she could feel the brick wall scratching her skin, as he kissed his way down to her breasts, biting and licking all at the same time. He had her hair gripped in one hand, while his other one was pulling away her thong impatiently. Izzie sucked in her breath as he thrust his fingers into her, hard and searching. He pushed them into her, faster and more insistent. It was all she could focus on, his fingers and then his teeth scraping her nipples, so hard and erect from the combination of the cold air and her excitement. She stifled her screams against his throat, biting down to keep quiet. "God, don't stop…." she muttered, feeling herself slipping away into the chasm. She shook and spasmed against him, clenching around his fingers. Her head dropped to his chest, and they were both gasping for air. For a moment, neither of them moved. Her skirt was up over her hips, and her shirt was hanging off her shoulders – the skin on her back was stinging from the contact with the bricks.
Then she could feel the rain coming down on them, hard enough to drench them, water running in rivulets down her skin. His white shirt was quickly soaked through, plastered to his skin. Izzie ran her hands along it, feeling his muscles ripple beneath the material, before finding her way to his belt. She needed to touch him, she needed him inside of her, and she couldn't seem to get his pants out of the way fast enough. It was beyond sanity, out here in the rain, but she was past the point of caring. Her hands were shaking and he laughed softly at her impatience, helping to free his cock to her searching fingers. Somehow they managed to get his pants out of the way, and he picked her up and pulled her onto him. Her legs wrapped around him and he slid deep inside of her. The rain was still beating down, as he pushed her back against the wall – damn bricks – and further up into her. He kissed her hard again, and thrusting urgently as her nails scratched his back, urging him to go faster. "Mark, don't stop…" she moaned, desperate for more.
"Ah, godamnit, Izzie….." and she could feel him losing himself in her, pounding harder and bruising her back more as he came into her. She was drowning, dying, moaning as her climax tore through her, meeting his mouth again in a bruising kiss, the level of erotic need satisfied for the moment.
Mark let her relax against him for a moment, as they caught their breath. "Hell, I didn't mean for that to happen…not quite like that..." he muttered, his strong arms supporting her as he slid out away from her. "I just seem to lose control around you somehow." He smoothed her damp hair away from her forehead, and kissed her.
"It's just sex, right…" Izzie giggled. "So we get carried away…but what will your client say when you go back inside, as drenched as you are…."
"Good question," he agreed, not really caring at that point. "Are you okay?"
"I think so…" Izzie knew she would be bruised and sore tomorrow, but it seemed a small price to pay for this unexpected encounter. She adjusted her clothes, looking around, wondering too late if anyone noticed them. "You should get back in there…"
"Yeah," Mark sighed, pulling his clothes back into place, and running a hand through his closely cropped hair. "But, if I were a perfect gentleman, I would drive you home…"
"But you're not, so I'm not expecting that," Izzie giggled. "I think I feel more sober now, actually. I think I can manage. You've done that once, I don't expect it every time we do this…." She picked her purse up from where it lay on the ground, and pulled her keys out. "You need to work now, and I need to get some sleep before tomorrow. Early rounds tomorrow…"
Mark gave her a fast kiss again before she could walk away. "You intrigue me, Izzie Stevens….you should send me packing and yet here we are…"
"Here we are," she agreed. "I know this is just for fun, Mark. We're both adults, both aware of what we're doing, so let's not make it more than it is…"
"Right…absolutely…" Mark watched her move away from him, and he felt strangely like following her. He never did that, he was always the love'em and leave'em guy…no, wait, more like fuck'em and leave'em….he never fell for any woman, no matter how intriguing. That just wasn't his style.