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As if to find out what was happening in Mark Sloan's life has been become an obsession for Callie Torres. She resembled to a greyhound, which has scented continuously around and she was listening for a sound something about him. All sorts of suppositions she had on the brain, were related with that who could be the woman who had taken her place. Callie was almost sure, that it was someone from the hospital. It was a slim chance to be some woman he had met in the bar or some other place. Of course it wasn't impossible.
Callie took few charts, which she had to fill in and took a seat on the nurse's station. Olivia and Rose appeared very soon, but they didn't notice her because she had fixed her eyes on the charts.
"Did you hear the new gossip?" Olivia asked with beaming face.
"Which one do you mean?" Rose smiled.
"About McSteamy and Dr. Model...they have been stuck in the elevator again. Can you imagine it? Those two are so hot that when they get in one elevator together it gets immediately damaged," Olivia giggled.
"It's really strange coincidence. Have they been alone?" Rose questioned.
"Oh yes!" Olivia confirmed cheerfully, "I wonder what they have been doing?" She smiled slyly.
"Why do you think they should do something?" Rose wondered.
"Don't tell me that if you fall in one stuck elevator with Mark Sloan you won't think about sex. This is my only thought that I have in my mind whenever I catch a glimpse of him," Olivia admitted with dreamy smile.
"That is your desire, but I doubt that is Dr Stevens'. I think she doesn't like him." Rose suggested.
"I don't know a woman who doesn't like that man. I bet that they had sex," Olivia chuckled.
"For this short time?" Rose raised eyebrows suspiciously.
"Yeah you are right, Mark Sloan is not quick at all," Olivia smirked.
"Do you know what?" Rose had a wistful smile on her face, "I dream to get into a damaged elevator with him!"
"Do you see? There is no woman who could resist to his charm!" Olivia observed.
Callie didn't miss even a word from nurse's conversation. She had stopped to fill in the charts. Izzie Stevens?! Callie smiled shaking her head. How stupid these nurses were. If Mark had ever had a feeling to Izzie he would have picked her up a long time ago. Stevens definitely was very attractive and if Mark had had any interest about her he would have shown that. Furthermore she couldn't stand him.
"Talk of the devil and he is bound to appear," Olivia grinned.
Mark approached them.
"How are you ladies?" He asked.
"We are very well, thank you! What about you Dr. Sloan?" Olivia flirted.
"Me too," he replied smiling.
"We heard that you and Dr. Stevens have got stuck in the elevator again?!" Olivia said knowingly.
"I see the gossips are spreading around the hospital very fast," Mark observed.
"It's true. We have just talking with Olivia what a lucky girl Dr. Stevens is…," Rose broke into a conversation.
"Do you think so?" He smirked.
"Absolutely!" The nurses gave him a dirty look.
"Uh…All but Dr. Stevens thinks otherwise," Mark sighed.
"Which only means that she has no good taste," Rose passed her eyes over his body.
"You should tell her," he amused.
In that moment Callie stood up and looked at the nurses with knitted brows. They glanced at her badly, but took the hint.
"See you later, Dr. Sloan!"
"Bye!" Mark was looking after them grinning.
"How much longer will you give them cause for gossips?" Callie annoyed.
"Excuse me?!"
"All people in the hospital are talking about you," she informed him.
"You should be glad that they don't talk about you," he smirked.
"That was meanly!" Callie angered.
"I'm sorry I didn't want to sound meanly," Mark justified.
"But it was." She hissed.
Mark stared at her seriously.
"Callie what's your problem?" His voice sounded coldly.
"Why do you ask me that?" Callie frowned.
"You are very touchy recently," he observed. Their conversation was interrupted by Meredith.
"Dr. Sloan, can we talk in private?" She stood before him. Mark turned his face to her.
"Sure. You want to speak on business?" He asked smiling.
Meredith hesitated for a moment before say something.
"No..," she paused for a couple of seconds, "It's a delicate point," Meredith made him a hint with her eyes.
"Oh?! Let's go then in my office. Nobody will disturb us there," Saying that Mark glimpsed at Callie, who was fastened her eyes on him.
"Great!" Meredith smiled.
Callie screwed her eyes up, while was watching Mark and Meredith moving away. If by any chance he has involved with her? She thought. No, Callie doubted it .He thought highly of Derek's friendship moreover it was hardly Mark to break his relations with his best friend involving with his girl again. But Callie wondered what Meredith wanted to talk with Mark about. Delicate point, she has said. What the hell was that delicate point? Cristina? Why not, she was Meredith's best friend and if Mark had something with her was evidently that Meredith would care about that. Callie felt a headache from all these suggestions. By all means she should know who that mysterious girl with Mark was.
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"Derek has a birthday tomorrow." Meredith announced, taking a seat in front of Mark's desk.
"I know. Pray to God not to drop in Seattle the whole happy Shepherd's family for that occasion," Mark grinned.
"What?!" Meredith became pale.
"I'm joking," Mark laughed, "If they had intentions to surprise him they would have called me first," he calmed her.
"Are you sure they would notify you if they decide to come?" She asked doubtfully.
"Sure. Nancy would have called me first, this is a great reason to talk with me," he smirked.
"I see," Meredith nodded, "I want to organize a party- surprise for him. What will you say?"
"Nice idea! Tell me what I have to do to help you?"
"Well… may be with the arrangements. Izzie will prepare a special cake and she will decorate the house. You could help her and also to make a shopping." Meredith offered.
"Be sure I'll do it! It would be a great surprise for Derek!" He told cheerfully.
"Do you think he would be happy?"
"Sure he will be. Derek likes such things. He would remain pleased!" Mark assured her.
Meredith smiled.
"Thank you, Mark! You must settle with Izzie what foodstuffs she needs," saying that she stood up.
"That's my favorite part!" Mark said leaning his back on the back-rest. A pleased smile was spread out on his face.
"I knew you would remain enthusiastic from that idea," she laughed, before leave Mark's office.
In the evening on the same day
Izzie seated on the nurse's station before one of the rooms, reading an article from Michael Hudson, which he has given to her earlier today. She was turning a pen thoughtfully in her mouth.
"It's so sexy how your tongue touches this pen. I wonder whether you imagine that pen like some special part of my body," Mark leaned his elbow on the desk.
This remark was enough for Izzie to remove the pen from her mouth immediately.
"Oh yeah, you can read minds!" Izzie rolled her eyes annoyingly.
"It's not my fault that you have such effect on me… Don't you go at home? It's late." Mark asked, gazing at his watch.
"Are you telling me what to do?"
"I'm just concerned about you…" He said softly.
"Great now you are concerned…"
"Do you know what I'm dreaming about?"
"I'm sure I can imagine it." Izzie annoyed.
"To remain in my hands all night."
"Are you sure you can handle the whole night?" She defied.
"I love women to challenge me…"
" Women?"
"Uh… I love you to challenge me…"
"Well so continue dreaming…I'm going home to sleep…"
"Thank you for the invitation…"
"Alone!" Izzie clarified.
"Whatever, I can't come with you." He smirked, "There is a woman with heavy burning wounds. She needs immediate surgery."
"Is it serious?" She asked, changing her tone.
"It is," Mark confirmed.
"Do you need any help?"
"No…Go to take a rest." He said softly, "I'll take Yang."
"Is that so? Haven't you become a team?" Izzie asked sarcastically.
"Team, uh? In some point…we might say yes…" He grinned, "Meredith told me about the idea to make a birthday party surprise for Derek. She said that you will prepare a special cake for him. I'll make a shopping. Will you write me what I have to buy and what would you need?"
"You'll make a shopping?" Izzie astonished.
"Why are you surprised?" Mark wanted to know.
"Well…you don't look to a man who goes in supermarket. Do you know where to take a trolley?"
"If I can't cope with my task, I'll call you," he laughed.
"OK then, I'll write a list." She agreed, "Where to leave it for you?"
"In my hotel room?" Mark suggested.
"Nice try!" Izzie laughed and then added with serious voice, "No way."
"I had to try," he sighed, "Leave it in my office on the desk."
"When are you going to come tomorrow with purchases?"
"Already impatient to see me," Mark raised eyebrows.
"Yeah I don't know how I would spend the night," Izzie said sarcastically.
"Dreaming for me…When do you need them?"
"You must come until afternoon. I need more time for the cake." She explained.
"Good," Mark leaned to Izzie and whispered, "Will you wear only an apron for me?"
"Especially for you I'll put on a space suit."
"Even with it, you would look sexy."
"You are intolerable!" Izzie exclaimed desperately.
"I'm. And exactly that you like so much…"
"I don't like you…at all!" She declared.
"Try to say it again… This time could you be more persuasive, please" Mark was dangerously near to her.
"I…I…" Izzie stared at Mark's face, "don't…" She felt how his lips touched hers tenderly. She opened her mouth and Mark's tongue penetrated in.
"I have to go…" He caressed her hair.
"Go!" Izzie said silently.
"See you tomorrow!"
"See you tomorrow!" Izzie repeated.
"Good night, Izzie!" He caressed her hair again and removed himself from the nurse's station.
"Good night!" She mumbled after him.
Mark turned his head and smiled to her.
On the next morning
Half-awaken, Izzie heard a well known ringing. She was buried her head under the pillow. She tried to find her cell-phone gropingly. Izzie took it and with semi opened eyes she looked at the display. It was Mark. Izzie pushed the green button.
"Hello." She said with sleepy voice.
"Good morning, beauty! Are you still sleeping?" Mark asked cheerfully.
"Um…yeah. What's the time?"
"It's ten." He replied.
"Oh…I… Apparently I overslept… Today is my day off." Izzie announced.
"I know. I'm in the store in a two crossings away of your house." Mark told.
"Really? Isn't it a little bit early?"
"It is, I came here straight from the hospital. The surgery took 8 hours." He explained.
"Oh! You haven't slept at all." She worried.
"Only two hours, but I'm OK! I'm still on my feet."
"I'll prepare a coffee."
"Will you do it?"
"I'll do it." She confirmed.
"Will you offer me a bed too? This is the only thing that I badly need now."
"I'll do it." Izzie promised.
"And you'll be there…"
"You can't get sleep if I'm there."
"Right. I would never fall asleep if you are next to me in the bed."
"Are you hungry?"
"I'm starving." Mark admitted.
"You haven't had sex, have you?"
"How did you fancy that?"
"You told me that usually after sex you are starving," Izzie reminded him.
Mark laughed.
"So that means you listen to me, when I'm talking." He concluded, "No Izzie I haven't had sex. The surgery was long and exhausted."
"I see."
"I've a question!"
"What is it?"
"I'm staying before the cream stall. Iz, there are at least 50 kind of cream, here." Mark sounded helpless.
Izzie laughed.
"Go to the left side of the cream stall, look at the second roll and take the 4th in order."
"Seriously?! You know the shop by heart?"
"Do you have any other questions?"
"No. Your list is more than exhaustive."
"Ok then. I get up and I'll prepare the coffee."
"And a breakfast." Mark added.
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In the kitchen Izzie was occupied with the breakfast that she was preparing with diligence for Mark. All were left for work and she was the only one who had to arrange the party. Cristina, George and Lexie had promised to come and help her late in the day.
"You haven't taken the space suit on, but I have to recognize that you look quite sexy…" Mark's voice startled her.
"How did you come in?"
"Using the door." Mark replied calmly.
"Alex has forgotten again to lock the door." Izzie angered.
Mark stood at the kitchen's door with a lot of purchases.
"Wait, I'm going to help you." She took some of them and started to put them in order on the bar and the fridge."
Mark passed his eyes over her body. Izzie was picked her hair up carelessly, dressed with cotton pyjamas bottoms and tiny top. Her breasts were clearly outlined under thin cloth. Mark kept his breath before the view of her full firm breasts. He felt delightful excitement remembering their sweet taste and the way how they reacted when he had touched and kissed them.
"You want to kill me…" Mark mumbled with low voice.
"What?"
"You are so hot, that suddenly I felt warm."
"I thought you are hungry."
Mark stood behind her back.
"I'm hungry for you," he wrapped her hands around her waist and kissed her neck.
"You have no idea how I needed to do this… just to hug you… to feel your body… and you." Mark said softly.
These words had their effect on Izzie. She put her hands over his ones and laid her head on his chest.
"How was the surgery?" Izzie asked, caressing his hands.
"It was hard… the woman is dead…" He said in a tired voice.
"I'm sorry." She pressed her body strongly to him.
"Me too…" He sighed.
Izzie slowly turned to him staring at his eyes. Mark ran his fingers into her hair and looked into her eyes.
"Do you know it's really amazing that I'm here in that moment with you? I have never had someone with whom I could speak after such grave surgery I have always been alone. But now I'm here with you in your embrace and you are looking me with these beautiful eyes making me to forget all that fucking night. During the whole surgery I have been dreaming to touch you, your face was in my mind giving me strength. I really needed you…"
Izzie had a feeling that exactly in that moment she would die from the indescribable emotions that poured her entire body. She wrapped her hands around his neck and kissed him deeply. Then she cuddled into him and he held her closer. They stood hugged for very long time.
"I made you coffee and breakfast," she said finally.
"You are great, Izzie Stevens!" He smiled and cupped her face with hands. She kissed him again.
Mark took a seat on the bar, and Izzie served the breakfast to him together with his favorite cappuccino.
"It smells marvelous! What is it?" He asked.
"Try it." She ordered with mysterious smile.
Mark ate a mouthful from the breakfast.
"Mm mm the smell is nothing comparing with the taste. I'm impressed… You are good in the kitchen so much as you are good in the bedroom…" He observed.
She blushed a little, and looked down.
Mark ate with great pleasure and Izzie started to prepare the cake.
"I have never imagined that it would be so sexy watching you cooking…" Mark observed chewing.
"Haven't you ever seen some woman to cook?"
"Well just the cooker of my parents, but she wasn't sexy at all…" He smirked.
"What about the women you have been with? Haven't they ever prepared for you a breakfast in the morning?" Izzie asked casually.
"Usually the women I have been with we haven't reached the coffee in the morning. Actually you are the first one, who makes me breakfast." He confessed.
"Really?!" On Izzie's face spread out a happy smile.
"Yep." He confirmed, "What are you doing now?" Mark questioned.
"I'm whipping the cream for the cake," she explained.
"Where have you learned to cook?"
"I have done it since I was a child. Someone had to make it. My mother had never done that." Izzie said sadly.
"You have learned to cook by yourself?" Mark was surprised.
"Yes…there are a lot of good books…" Izzie's voice trembled.
Mark knew that the memory of the childhood was painful for her. So he decided to change the subject.
"Has Derek gone to work?"
"Yes, they have gone early in the morning. Meredith keeps everything under control." Izzie noticed.
"Tell me how to help you?"
"No, you will go in my room to sleep. You look tired. You must take a rest." She concerned.
"You can't do all alone!" Mark protested.
"Cristina, George and Lexie will come to help me," she assured him.
"I want to help you too," he insisted.
"You already helped me. And I guess that you can't prepare an egg cream," Izzie suggested.
"What?"
"I knew it!" She smiled cheerfully, "Come with me I'll show you my room." Izzie grabbed his hand.
"I'll sleep in your room?!"
"Yes you will…"
"Wow!"
Izzie led Mark to her room.
"I haven't thought that I will sleep in your bed so soon…" He smirked.
"You are right, you will sleep…" She said with devilish smile.
"Aren't you going to rest for a while?" He hinted.
"No," Izzie seductively bit her lips.
"Oh…Ok then. And that is enough for me to sleep in your sheets…" Mark grinned.
Izzie opened the door of her room, moving aside and allowing Mark to enter inside. He stepped a head and looked around. He had imagined her room many times but that he saw surprised him. There were a variety of funny plush toys all around and the pink prevailed in the room.
"Don't dare to make any comments," Izzie advised him.
"I have difficulties… "
"Shut up! Come on, get in. This is my room. You could sleep here without anyone to disturb you."
Mark looked at her.
"Thank you, Izzie!"
"It's not necessary to thank me."
Mark took his jacket off.
"I'll bring you a towel if you want to take a shower."
Mark nodded.
Mark took the shower and came out the bathroom. Izzie has put the towel on the hanger in the bathroom's door. When Mark got in her room, Izzie's eyes slid all over his body. God that man was gorgeous! She swallowed.
"Well, I'm going to sleep. If you need anything don't hesitate to call me." He said.
"Don't worry. Sleep well!"
Mark removed his towel and Izzie was stunned.
"What are you doing?" She shouted.
"I'm removing the towel." Mark said calmly.
"You will sleep naked?!"
"I sleep naked.
"You will sleep naked in my bed?" She repeated.
"Mostly in yours…" He smirked.
Izzie didn't remove her eyes from one particular part of his body.
"What? It's not anything you haven't seen before…" Mark raised his eyebrows.
"I…I…" Izzie stammered, "I have to vanish immediately… it's necessary…" She mumbled and left the room. Izzie dashed to the stairs. At that time Cristina opened the main door entering the house.
"What? Have you seen the ghost?" She asked.
"Mark Sloan is naked in my bed!" Izzie announced.
"And you are still here?"
"I'm still here!"
"Why are you here?"
"Because I'm an idiot!"
"Right! You are an idiot!"