I appreciate the reviews to this fic so far...and while I'm sure that might be more if this was Lexie, instead of Izzie, I just couldn't see that pairing. Too much wading in the kiddie pool, if you know what I mean! Izzie may not be everyone's fave either, but it seems to work here.
Now moving on to the wedding...
Chapter Eight – Too Many Drinks & a Wedding
"Are you ready for this, Iz?" Meredith asked, helping to arrange the folds of the gown. She peeked up at her friend, who stared at the reflection in the mirror. The gown was perfection, all white silk and lace, cut just low enough to reveal a swell of décolletage. Izzie's hair was swept up in soft curls, and a small veil was secured with combs.
"Hell, Meredith…I don't know…" Izzie confessed. "I think I need another drink to calm my nerves…"
"Are you sure about that? You don't want to be tipsy for the ceremony," Meredith laughed. She stood up, smoothing the soft fabric of her own gown into place. Thankfully it was a simple, classic design, no pouffy sleeves, or hideous design. The color was soft lilac, matching the color of the roses in the bouquets.
"Tipsy would be good," Izzie said, looking for the bottle of champagne they had opened earlier. "Please…just one more glass?"
Meredith checked her watch. "Okay, just one…and then we have to go."
"I can be late…it's traditional, after all…along with the something borrowed and something blue…" Izzie took the flute of bubbly from Meredith, and held it up for a toast. "Here…to marriage, and hot sex…"
"…and hot men…" Meredith added, thinking of how damn sexy Derek had looked in his suit. He wasn't in the wedding party, but he would be waiting to see her in the church as she walked down the aisle before Izzie. The best man was an old friend of Mark's from law school, even though Addison had lobbied briefly to take that over.
"Hot men!" Izzie echoed, downing the champagne in one gulp. The bubbles tickled her nose again, making her laugh more. "I am marrying a hot man, aren't I?"
"Yes, you are…"
"Did I tell you that he has a tattoo on his…"
Meredith held her hand up to stop Izzie's revelation before it got out of hand. "No…do NOT tell me where. TMI…"
"But it's…"
"Mmm…no…" Meredith splashed a bit more alcohol into their glasses. "Here, last one for the road…"
They clinked glasses, sharing a small smile. "It's crazy, isn't it?" Izzie asked. "I never thought I would be the one getting married first…I mean, you and Derek…"
"…are not getting married yet," Meredith finished. "But seeing you so happy…makes me almost reconsider…"
"Has he asked you?"
"Not in so many words, but yeah…I know it's on his mind." Meredith picked up the bouquets and handed the larger one over to Izzie. "We'll see."
"Just think about it…I was worried it wouldn't be for me, either…yet here I am!" Izzie picked up the glass again, and sighed to see that it was empty. She had a delicious buzz going, and it was going to have to get her through this ceremony.
"Hey, you two coming, or what?" Cristina shouted up the stairs, where she was waiting for them. The limo had arrived awhile ago, the driver patiently standing outside on the porch. "Limo guy is ready to go, I think!"
"Let's go do this…" Meredith urged Izzie. "Mark's gonna love you in that dress!"
"He better…along with the lingerie I bought for tonight…" Izzie smirked, as they started down the stairs. Meredith carefully held the long train, navigating the stairs behind Izzie, until they reached Cristina.
"Wow…you look different, Izzie…" Cristina commented. "I guess it's true…brides do glow!"
"It's the champagne," Meredith said.
"Wait, we need one more toast before we go," Izzie urged them. "One shot of tequila…before everything changes. It won't be the same, not seeing you first thing in the morning Mer, not listening to you and Derek make the headboard rattle…how many headboards have you guys replaced, anyway?"
"What!?! Izzie…" Meredith protested, but she had to laugh. "I know…we're losing a roommate…it truly will be different."
Cristina returned from the kitchen with the bottle and three shot glasses. "Here…drink up! To Izzie!"
"Izzie!"
"And Mark!" Izzie laughed, swallowing the shot too quickly. She coughed, making a face, and Cristina thumped her on the back. Tears came to her eyes, and she blinked furiously to keep from ruining her makeup. "Oh god…don't make me cry…" She swayed slightly towards Meredith, who exchanged a worried look with Cristina.
"You're not drunk, are you?" Cristina asked. "Is it even legal to exchange vows if you're inebriated?"
"Ha! Look at all the marriages that happen in Vegas," Meredith pointed out. "Lots of alcohol involved in those."
"Good point."
"I'm totally fine," Izzie said, taking a deep breath. "I'm ready to be wedded and bedded…" Then she burst into a fit of giggles. "I mean…legally wedded…!"
"Oh, this is going to be interesting…" Cristina said, rolling her eyes.
"It won't be boring," Meredith added, as they hurried out to the limo.
^-^-^
At the small chapel, Mark waited in the vestibule with the best man, and the minister. "So, ready for the big moment?" his old friend asked him. "Never expected this to happen, you know that, don't you?"
"Hell, Stefan…never expected it either. Izzie is really amazing…"
"Can't wait to meet her." He'd flown in the night before, and missed all the pre-wedding parties.
The music started to get louder, signaling the start of the ceremony. "Here we go, gentlemen," the minister nodded, heading out towards the altar.
Mark nodded, following with Stefan, to where they were instructed to wait. He glanced around the assembled guests, and he grinned at seeing Addison front and center, with Callie beside her. He wasn't close with his brothers, and his parents had died when he was younger, so Addi had become like the sister he never had.
Then he looked towards the back of the chapel, where he could see Meredith helping Izzie get ready to walk down the aisle. Then he narrowed his eyes, wondering why Izzie seemed to be giggling, hiding her face against the bouquet of roses. "Oh, my god…she's drunk…" he said to himself, and Stefan glanced at him, one eyebrow raised.
"Something wrong?"
"Oh, nothing…" Mark recognized the signs of her inebriation easily, and he shook his head. "Just don't be surprised about anything."
"Sure…"
By that time, Meredith had given up on helping Izzie, and she started down the aisle, a tiny smile tugging at her lips. She managed to walk with measured steps, catching sight of Derek in the crowd. He gave her one of those sexy, melt your heart smiles, his blue eyes fixed on her alone.
Izzie watched Meredith and she took a deep breath, suddenly wishing she hadn't had that last shot of tequila. "Get a grip, Stevens…you can do this…" she told herself. She gripped the bouquet tightly, and moved forward, hoping she didn't catch her foot in the hem of her gown, or otherwise embarrass herself. Then she hiccupped, and her eyes went wide, trying to stifle another one, and continue walking at the same time.
Then she met Mark's eyes, and something seemed to steady her. That little grin that told her just exactly what he was thinking, that knowing twinkle in his eyes, made her hold her head up higher. He was the man who made her laugh, who was always there for her, and who had captured her heart and soul. She reached the spot beside him, and he took her hand, squeezing her hand.
"You look very beautiful…" he whispered. "But what did you drink?"
"Um…just champagne…" she whispered back.
"Can you do this now?"
"Is there a problem?" The minister regarded them carefully, watching their exchange. "Or shall we start?"
"Yes, absolutely," Mark smiled, turning to face him. "Let's have a wedding."
"Good. It warms my heart to see a couple so much in love and read to commit to each other for the rest of their lives." He beamed at them, spreading his hands wide. "We are gathered here to join this man and this woman in matrimony…"
Izzie lost track of what else he was saying, she was so wrapped up in looking into Mark's eyes, and she had to blink when the minister tapped her on the arm to get her attention. "Now, I believe you have prepared your vows in your own words…"
"I'm ready," she whispered.
"Alright, do we have the rings?"
Stefan stepped forward and gave her the ring for Mark, and she only fumbled a little bit with it, as she handed her bouquet over to Meredith. Then she turned back to look at Mark. "Mark Alexander Sloan, you are my true love, my soul mate, my rock. I give you this ring as a constant reminder of our commitment to each other and our enduring love. I am so lucky to have you in my life, now and forever, as my husband." She slipped the ring onto his finger, and squeezed his hand tightly.
He took her ring from Stefan then. "Isobel Marie Stevens, you are the light of my life, my soul mate, my happiness. You bring sunshine and laughter into my world. I give you this ring as a sign of our commitment and our love. I take you as my wife, now and forever." He put the ring onto her finger and raised her hand to kiss her palm.
The minister raised his hands. "Now, as Mark and Isobel have professed their commitment to each other, by the authority given to me in the state of Washington, I am happy to pronounce them man and wife. You may kiss the bride."
Mark took her face in his hands and softly pressed his lips to hers in a warm, tender kiss. Then as she slipped her arms around his neck, he deepened the kiss, molding her body to his, and winding his hands in her hair. His tongue delved into her mouth as she sighed involuntarily. It was only after several moments, and a discreet cough from the minister that they broke apart. Izzie blushed furiously, and hid her face against Mark's chest, as he kept her tightly in his embrace.
Before they turned to face everyone again, Izzie giggled, fueled by relief and by happiness. And she giggled harder, unable to stop, making Mark chuckle as well. Then Stefan laughed, joining in, not sure what was so funny, but it was contagious. Meredith bit her lip for a moment, feeling the giggles building up as well. Before she knew it, she was bent over, laughing until her eyes watered, and the whole chapel soon followed, clapping and laughing along with them.
^-^-^
Izzie waited for Mark at the door to the bedroom, her hair in a cloud around her, wearing a sheer black negligee, which plunged low in the front, showing the swell of her breasts. He could see the shadows of her nipples beneath the material, the curves of her hips where the gown clung to her.
He inhaled deeply. "You look amazing…" he murmured, his body tightening with desire. "What do you want now, my lovely, still tipsy wife?" The mental image of everyone in the chapel laughing and clapping would be in his mind forever. What else would his wedding be with this woman that did unexpected things?
She walked up to him, swaying her hips suggestively, and kissed him. "I expect you to pick me up, take me over the threshold, and make me a happy woman. Several times, in fact."
With a low growl, he swept her up into his arms and carried her into the bedroom. For a moment, he paused, and looked at her in his arms, and gave her the smile that always made her weak. "Now you are my wife, in my heart, and in my soul," he told her with a soft kiss.
He looked around the bedroom - she had lit several candles, and a bottle of champagne sat chilling next to the bed. Ignoring all of that, he walked directly to the bed, and dropped her down onto the sheets, falling on top of her. He covered her face and throat with tiny kisses, as his hands roamed her silken skin that glowed in the candlelight. "God, I've wanted to do this all day," he murmured, pulling his shirt away and throwing it on the floor. Pushing the negligee off her shoulders with one hand, his other searched beneath the folds of the material for her legs. His fingers made contact with her pussy, where she was already open and wet for him. Her head went back and she gasped, biting her lip to keep quiet, as he stroked her clit. "This is coming off, now," he demanded, fighting with the material that kept slithering back across her legs.
Her hands shaking, Izzie helped him slide the gown down her shoulders and off her hips. Mark pulled it away from her and it flew to the floor to join his shirt. His pants followed in a matter of seconds, and he knelt down between her legs. It was all he could do to hold himself back - his only thought at that moment was how much he needed her, and wanted to be inside of her, possessing her completely. He lowered himself down and held himself over her on his hands and knees, and his mouth ravaged hers. "Izzie, I want you right now, I can't wait to make you all mine," he whispered, overwhelmed by his sudden need. "We can go slow next time, but right now I need to make love to you…" His arms were shaking as he hovered over her - his cock, hard and swollen, poised over her.
Izzie looked up at his face, seeing how his eyes had turned smoky with passion, and she nodded, unable to speak. Her own body was pulsing in response to the raw desire in his eyes, and she opened herself up to him. As soon as she nodded, he kissed her hard, and without hesitation, slid into her tight warmth. He gave a strangled cry of satisfaction as she took him in as far as he could go.
She spread her legs wider, and wrapped herself around him. He buried his face against her chest, teeth tugging at her nipples, sucking and pulling until she nearly screamed in pleasure. Desperate to keep quiet, she bit down on his shoulder, and raked her nails along his back, as she arched up to meet him. He pulled out of her, and quickly drove back down, eliciting more muffled yelps from her. "Ohmigod, ohmigod, ohmigod…" was all she could repeat, her voice low and breathy.
Mark thrust into her again and again, making the bed bounce beneath them. Izzie met his thrusts and squeezed around him, the climax just starting to spasm inside of her. As he felt himself going, he captured her mouth again, delving his tongue against hers, in rhythm with his pounding cock. Their moans and whimpers and incoherent words mixed with the creak of the bed, all other thoughts gone. Her climax hit her in a wave, starting in her core, and emanating to the rest of her body. She rode the wave again and again, as he pounded into her, his own release sweet and hot inside of her. The aftershocks twitched through them both, as they held onto each other tightly. He kissed her forehead, and pushed the hair away from her eyes tenderly.
She fell back against the pillows, spent and sated, unwilling and unable to move at that moment. His cock was still buried inside of her, and she squeezed just a tiny bit around him, so that he groaned again. "And this is only the first round," she said softly in his ear.
"Just you wait, honey…I have plans for the rest of your wedding night that will make you scream…" he promised. "I'll be right back…"
"Don't you worry…" Izzie sighed, rolling her back, still lost in the glow of the last orgasm. She closed her eyes, waiting for him to come back.
Mark paused at the bedroom door, admiring her from a distance. Her hair was tousled and spilling over her shoulders, skin slightly damp and flushed still. She had propped herself up against the pillows, one leg out straight in front of her, the other bent, so that her swollen, wet pussy lips were exposed to his hungry gaze. She had poured them some champagne, and sipped from her glass, as she waited for him to join her.
Izzie handed him a crystal flute as he sat down next to her. "Are you ready for round two?" she smirked, draining her own glass. He drank quickly, and refilled both glasses.
"To us – I love you," he said, as they touched flutes together.
"To us – I love you too."
She put the flute down and stretched languidly, arms over he head, eyes closed. Her back arched, as the stretch went from her head to her toes. The swollen lips of her pussy beckoned him, and Mark lowered his head to place the tip of his tongue against her. She moaned softly, and he pressed his mouth to her, as if kissing her mouth. He kissed a little harder, stroking her with his tongue. Continuing the kiss, with long wet licks from top to bottom, and then back again. He could taste her, mixed with his own cum, as he kept up the long licks until she started to arch into his mouth.
He paused for a moment, admiring her, before he snagged a pillow. "Lift up your hips," he urged, sliding it beneath her. "Much better," he breathed, small puffs of warm breath on her moist skin. His lips traveled along the sensitive skin of one inner thigh, to her knee, and back up again. For the briefest second, his tongue flicked across her lips, before he went down the other thigh. Izzie moaned again, as her legs fell open even further for him. He kissed, licked and bit lightly at her skin, igniting slow delicious throbbing in her clit. She abandoned herself totally, her world reduced to the feel of his mouth on her. He knew exactly where he wanted to take her, and she followed willingly, as if in a fever dream.
He returned to giving her long, wet strokes on her pussy, lapping at the sweet wetness that seeped from her. Izzie wound her fingers in his hair, begging him for more. Her body was shaking with need, and all she could think of was how much she wanted his tongue where she ached the most. "Please, baby, please---"she implored.
"I love it when you beg," he teased her. "I love to make you beg for me." He continued to take his time, exploring the soft folds with his tongue, finding all the spots that made her writhe and whimper.
"Oh, oh, my god, oh ---" she whispered, not wanting it to end, and he hadn't even touched her clit yet. She melted back against the sheets, and just as she thought it couldn't get any better, he stroked her clit and she nearly screamed out loud. He spread her apart with his thumbs, and concentrated on her clit then, sucking and pulling, drawing out the pleasure that radiated to every part of her. Her climax began to roll over her, and she tightened and spasmed over and over, as he kept going. With a final soft cry, she went limp and he let her go slowly. He crawled back up her slick body, to kiss her, long and wet and deep, so that she tasted herself on his tongue.
He wanted her again, wanted all of her soft wetness, her sighs of bliss. Easing her leg up around his waist, he slid his rock hard cock into her. It was perfect, like no other feeling on earth, as her slickness enveloped him tightly. He indulged himself, pulling out and then thrusting back into her as slowly as he could manage.
Izzie let her hands roam lazily all over him, along his back, and then down between his thighs. He opened his legs wider, and felt her small hand cup his balls, kneading and tugging with delicate fingers. He groaned low in his throat, and bit down on her breast, taking her nipple in his teeth, not even wanting to climax yet. All he wanted was to stay in the hazy, erotic limbo, entwined with her, their hips meeting and moving in rhythm. He just wanted it to go on for as long as they could, in utter mindless fucking. It felt so good and hot and sweet, and her soft little cries of pleasure only increased his own ardor. Capturing her lips, he licked the inside of her mouth, and softly bit her lip, sealing her mouth with his, sealing them together with the same breath.
It was achingly wonderful for Izzie, to feel him inside of her, on her, all over her. She loved the way he felt, all hard, lean muscle moving on top of her, each flex and thrust of his hips pushing deeper into her. His hand slid across her skin, up along her upper body, to rest at the hollow of her throat. He pressed her back against the bed, his palm hot on her skin. It was almost like bondage, and primal dominance, demanding submission. Their gaze locked, his eyes dark and glittering, as he pulled her even tighter against him.
He pressed down from inside of her, and heat flowed through her body. More sweat broke out across her and tremors started deep inside of her. He closed his eyes, and his head went back. Moving against her, he pumped harder and harder, getting her hotter, making her wilder. Her legs tightened around him, and she felt the first pulsing jerk of his release into her. More molten heat filled her, and as he thrust again, she went with him, drowning in ecstasy. It consumed her with pleasure that went to her bones and her soul, as they became part of each other.