A little shorter than it should be, but I wanted to get it up. Next chapter is for the Layla haters. Possibly. Enjoy!

I felt good walking around the hospital with Mark Sloan's tee-shirt on. It was like my own little secret and it was sweet as could be. Soon enough though, Mark came to me looking for his shirt. I hid a smile as he walked close to me, whispering inconspicuously.

"It's not in the room. Do you have it?"

"Maybe," I answered with a grin. Anger flashed in Mark's eyes and his mouth popped open.

"You're wearing it? How stupid are you?" Alright, now that stung a little. I stopped walking, turning to face him completely. "That's a pretty dead give away, now isn't it?"

Oh. Right. I hadn't thought about that. Maybe I was getting dumber, but if I was it was his fault. Old Layla would never have overlooked a detail like that. Well, now that I was caught I just had to play it cool.

"Relax Marky," I said, knowing it would annoy him. He looked very hot when he was pissed. "No one can see it; it's on under my scrubs."

"First of all, don't ever call me 'Marky'. Ever." I tried not to giggle. "Second, I want my shirt back."

"Then take it," I teased, spreading my arms a little. Mark's head rolled to the side, staring at me in frustrated disbelief.

"Fine," he eventually agreed. "Tonight. We'll say we're going out."

"My place good?" I asked. Mark gave a quick nod and looked over his shoulders.

"Yeah. I'll pick you up at 8," he said. I understood that to mean that he was coming at 8 o'clock that night to get his tee-shirt. And maybe a little bit more while he was there. 8 o'clock couldn't come fast enough for me.

Finally it was 8 o'clock. I paced my apartment, waiting for Mark's knock. I was wearing nothing but his tee-shirt. It was a full five minutes later that he arrived. I considered being mad but I just couldn't. Not when he looked at me like that, a hungry look in his eye.

He came inside without me needing to say anything, pulling off his jacket before I'd even shut the door. By the time I'd locked it, he undoing the buckle of his belt. His jacket, shoes, and socks were already piled on the floor beside him.

"Can't you go any faster?" I asked, growing very impatient, needing to feel the warmth of his skin against mine again. I stepped forward and tried to help him undress, but only managed to slow the process with kisses. Neither of us minded at that point.

Eventually we had worked our way to the bedroom. He pushed me onto the bed, climbing on top of me. I didn't remember ever taking off the tee-shirt, but I didn't have it on anymore. His bare chest pressed against mine as his mouth continued to explore my jaw line.

Unable to wait any longer, I whispered in his ear two short words, a vulgar command he was more than willing to oblige. As he lowered himself and I silently prepared to go higher than I'd ever been before, a sound disturbed us. A loud ringing accompanied by an annoying buzz. A cell phone.

It wasn't mine, which was still in my purse somewhere in the living room. Mark tried to get up in search of his pants and his phone, but I held on to him. I didn't want to let him go when I was so close, not again. He pulled away from me anyway and the rush of cold air that hit my exposed skin caused a shiver much unlike the one I experienced when Mark touched me. I preferred the second one.

"It's Callie," Mark announced. He sounded surprised. I didn't really care. I just wanted him to come back to bed. "Hey what's up?" He came and sat on the edge of the bed. Callie spoke so loudly into her phone that I could hear her from where I lay.

"Mark, I really need to talk to you!"

"Callie, I'm out with Layla. Can't you call Arizona or something?" he said.

"I tried! I think she's in surgery, she's not answering! Come on, who's more important, me or Layla?" Mark sighed.

"You are. Of course you are. What's wrong?" he answered. Callie seemed to have calmed down a little now that she had someone to talk to and I couldn't hear her next words. "Your mom? What does she want? I thought they were all ignoring you….Okay, give me some time to drop Layla off at home and get over there. Relax Torres; I'll be there in half an hour."

"Oh, you will?" I asked as soon as he hung up the phone, letting the venom slip into my voice. He turned his head to me.

"I have to," was his simple answer. I sat up, gaping at him as he stood in search of his clothes.

"Quickie!" I suddenly suggested, the idea popping into my head. He stopped looking for his boxers, intrigued. "You've got 30 minutes before you have to be there. Please?" He seemed to think about it for a minute. When he looked up and saw me lying there alone in bed without clothes, he seemed to make up his mind.

"I'm a horrible person," he whispered, climbing on top of me once more. My entire body sighed with relief.

"No you're not. I am," I responded between kisses. He didn't say anything and I knew he agreed somewhere deep inside of him.

This time nothing interrupted us. And if I thought that there was fireworks display going off inside of me when he had kissed, it was nothing compared to the moment when Mark Sloan and I melted into one. It was like the finale of a professional display compared to a few backyard fireworks. It was like nothing I'd ever experienced before in my life.

Mark collapsed beside me, his breathing much heavier and more ragged than usual. Mine was the same. Sweaty and satisfied, we lay there for a full 3 minutes before anyone moved or spoke.

"That was amazing," Mark said. "But why did it feel so wrong?"

"It is wrong Mark. What we're doing," I answered, turning on my side to face him. My finger lazily traced his muscled torso.

"I don't know what the hell is wrong with me. I love Lexie. I do. But I can't stop myself when I'm around you." He finished his sentence by slipping his tongue into my mouth.

"You should go," I said sadly, pulling my head back and breaking contact with him. He placed his hand on mine, which was lying against his cheek, and moved it. "Goodbye Mark," I whispered. He didn't say anything, just stood and began to dress himself. Why was my heart aching so much, watching him walk away?

Told you I could do it Kristyn. -_o