*********HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL OF YOU*********
Many thanks to: DereksIndigoScrubs:), sossy1984:), norafan:), and listentoyourheart555;)
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Mark felt great between Izzie's beddings. It was evidently that this bed was old, but it was big and cozy too. He could feel her smell on the sheets and the pillows. He was feeling the warmth of her body, as if she was next to him. Mark had slept in many luxury places, but for the first time in his life he could feel such coziness and warmth. Mark wondered how many were the men slept there. The devilkin of the jealousy was implanted itself in his mind. Was so strong his feeling to her, that the thought for another man made him feeling almost physical pain? He turned around to his left side and slid his hand over the sheet. Izzie... Any time he made every endeavor to restrain himself when she was close to him. Mark had spent a heavy night, one of the gravest surgeries in his career. He felt very bad until he crossed Meredith's threshold of the house. When he took Izzie in his embrace he forgot everything. Mark could keep her in his arms for hours, feeling every fibre of her body, her heart pounding, the softness of her skin, the smell of her hair. Years on end he had a feeling that something was missing in his life, but since happened that with Izzie, the whole his being filled up and the feeling of lack had disappeared. Mark made himself comfortable in the bed. He felt how the tiredness made a conquest gradually and the slumber carried him away.
Late this afternoon
Izzie opened the door of her room silently. Apparently, Mark was a deep sleeper. Izzie slipped into the room and she closed the door quietly, trying not to make a noise. Her heart quickened its rhythm when she fixed her eyes on the bed. Although it was dusk in the room because Mark was drawn the curtains, and the outlines of his body could be seen well. He got asleep on his stomach, and the sheet was covering only his bottom, his back was uncovered. It was heard only his soft breathing. It was real! He was sleeping in her bed... it was he... Mark Sloan, semi covered with a sheet. Izzie kept her breath at the sight of his athletic muscled body. In the sleep his face acquired innocent boyish countenance. How could he be both gorgeous and charming? The experience in the elevator was the most stirring thing that has ever happened to her in the life.
Izzie opened the wardrobe and the door creaked lightly. Exactly that sound Mark caught in his sleep. That made him to raise his head from the pillow and to look around. Where was he? Red curtains, pink walls, a wide bed and a lot of plush toys. He directed his eyes to the door and after that he looked at the wardrobe. In front of it stood Izzie. She was hunting inside and she was dragging different clothes out. Mark turned around easily and he ran his fingers throughout his hair, trying to become fully awake. He leaned his head on the pillow and stared at Izzie. She looked so naturally with her disheveled hair and her house clothes. It was strange that now he liked her even more. Although she was so beautiful and sexy, it seemed to him that he found in her something of the child's innocent and sincerity.
"Have you ever heard about the morning's greeting to all lovers?" Mark asked cheerfully.
Izzie turned a head to him.
"I'm sorry, I woke you up...," Izzie apologized.
"I don't mind such waking," he smirked, "especially if you kiss me for good morning."
"Only that it's not a morning." She replied with a smile.
"Never mind… This is just a brain wave to receive a kiss from you." Mark admitted.
Izzie seductively bit her lips.
"You want a kiss…" Her voice sounded softly.
"I need a kiss." He clarified.
"You don't seem to me to a man in need." Saying that she stepped slowly towards bed.
"I'm always in need, when you are close to me…" Mark informed her.
"Liar!" Izzie exclaimed. She was reached the bed when Mark grabbed her hand, throwing her down on the bed. He covered her with his body.
"I can show you in what extraordinary situation I'm!" Mark offered with an almost evil smirk and kissed her hungrily. She was on her back and he on his side. He trailed his lips down her chin, her neck, and to her left shoulder. His body was still warm from the sleep. His kisses fired all her up. She eased her body closer to his, feeling a different type of heat waiting there.
"I think that there is only one person, who is getting into trouble here and that's me!" She said huskily.
Mark smiled caressing her face with the tips of his fingers.
"You are lucky girl because I'm your knight who will go to any lengths to get you rid of trouble." Mark announced.
Izzie sighed.
"I would say you are that who is getting me in trouble." Izzie observed, touching his cheek tenderly.
"Is that bad?" He asked outlining the contour of her lips with a finger.
"I don't know yet…" She smiled. Mark kissed her deeply again, running his tongue in and out of her mouth. Her hands were moving all over his back and his hands didn't stop caressing the soft curls of her hair.
"I see you have managed to have enough sleep," she breathed into his ear.
"Thanks to your comfortable bed. We could stay here for a while and we could test it, if becomes for anything else except for sleeping. Are you ready with the cake?"
"I'm ready, but the decoration is not…" She answered.
"Derek could without it." Mark assured her.
"He is your best friend and you are going to remain him without decoration for his party." Izzie raised her eyebrows.
"He will understand me." Mark said with devilish smile, tracing his tongue over her neck.
"He could, but Meredith hardly."
"She will understand you… You cannot resist me." Mark smirked.
"I doubt that there is a man with huger ego on this earth than yours." Izzie told him.
Mark laughed, biting her earlobe. A telephone ringing broke the moment.
"Don't pick it up!" He pleaded.
"I can't, it may be important." She suggested. Izzie reached for the receiver. It was Meredith. While Izzie was listening her friend, Mark's hands slipped under her top touching her breasts. Izzie moaned when Mark sent both nipples to a state of arousal.
"Ah…" That was what Meredith heard.
"What was that, Izzie?" Meredith asked, "Did anything happened?"
"No Mere, everything is OK. I just burned myself on the cooker." Izzie lied.
"Liar!" He whispered into her ear. Mark began to caress her belly, because Izzie moved his hands from her breasts away. She covered with a palm the receiver.
"Mark, please stop…" She pulled herself but in vain.
"Izzie, are you listening to me?" Meredith angered.
"Yes… Meredith… I'm listening… you!" Izzie managed to say.
"You have two hours, I want everything to be ready, please Izzie!" Meredith begged.
"OK Mere! I get it, don't worry!" She hanged up.
"Mark, stop that! We have only two hours!" Izzie informed him.
"It is enough…" Mark tried to remove her top.
"No Mark. I'm not dressed up, I have to prepare myself and the house is not ready yet." She pushed aside his hands.
Mark cursed.
"Damned!" He turned himself around and got out of the bed. "I'm going to take a shower. A cold shower!" Mark emphasized to the last two words, "Since I have known you taking a cold shower is the only thing I do frequently!" He complained.
Izzie gave him the towel and kissed him softly.
"This is the birthday of your best friend!" She calmed him.
"I'll tell him what a big debtor he is to me!" Mark wagged his finger.
Izzie laughed and headed to the wardrobe. She began to choose what to dress. Tonight she wanted to have a good looking.
When Mark came out the bathroom he found Izzie with different clothes heaped together on the bed.
"I'm going mad, I don't know what to dress tonight," She sounded desperate.
Mark stood beside her and said, "No matter what you wear, you are always beautiful. That idiot will watch you with open mouth again."
Izzie looked at him.
"Who are you talking about?" She questioned.
"About that pygmy Hudson!" Mark looked pissed off.
Izzie became silent. So Mark really was irritated by Dr. Hudson because of her. He changed his countenance immediately only talking about him. She decided not to piss him off this time. Izzie took one skirt and showed it to Mark.
"Do you like it?"
"It's sexy… You would look great in it." Mark leaned a head to kiss her. Izzie wrapped her hands around his neck and slid her tongue behind his ear.
"Why do I have the presentiment that I would use the cold shower again, when I see you dressed with that skirt?" Mark commented.
"You haven't seen me dressed yet."
"Dressed… naked… you drive me crazy," He explained stretching a hand to take his boxers from the chair.
Izzie bit her lips from satisfaction. She took her towel and faced Mark.
"I'm going to take a shower," She announced.
"What?" Mark exclaimed, "We could do it together!"
On Izzie's face spread out a devilish smile.
"Right! We could…. " Saying that she run to the bathroom.
"You play with fire, girl!" Mark shouted after her.
When Izzie entered the room again, Mark was already dressed.
"Oh, you are ready." She noticed.
"Have I another choice?" He frowned.
"You are so cute, when you are serious."
"Did you just call me cute?"
"Mmm… yeah!" Izzie replied and gave him a quick kiss, but Mark grabbed her arm strongly absorbing her in an almost brutal kiss. She moaned into his mouth.
"Mark, I have to hurry up, because Meredith will kill me." Izzie reminded him.
"Can't you remain naked a little bit more?"
"No, because you should use the cold shower again."
"Since I saw you for first time you behave bold with me, girl!"
"You like it" Izzie laughed.
Mark sighed.
"Then and there when you sent me to buy my cappuccino by myself, explaining to me where the cafeteria was, I knew that you need someone to master your hot temper." He smirked; kissing her nose then released her arm.
"Let me guess you decided that one is you…"
"Yep…! No other than me!" He winked at her and went out the room.
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"What will you say about that?" Izzie asked.
She was lifted up to the step-ladder and was just about to hang up the big transparent "HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DEREK". Izzie still wondered if it was the right place.
"It is real masterpiece!" Mark murmured leaning his shoulder on the frame's door.
Hearing Mark's muted husky voice, Izzie turned her head, seeing how his eyes slid all over her black tight skirt, which outlined perfectly her hip and thighs. The bared top, that she has dressed, made her body to look sexier.
"I'm talking about the decoration!" Izzie highlighted, shaking the transparent in her hands. She thought for a moment, that she'd have loosened a balance, but she managed to hold. Mark immediately rushed to her, but when he saw that she was safety, he slowed down.
"Falling of the ladder is not the best decision to make me to embrace you," he joked.
"You are dying to do it!" Izzie replied.
"You look amazing!" Mark said softly.
"Thank you." She smiled.
"Oh God! I just wondered where all these love fluids come from!" Cristina murmured, getting in the living-room with semi opened eyes and bushy hair.
"Here you are! How is that possible to remain me all day to prepare everything alone?" Izzie quarreled.
"Say it to your boyfriend! He kept me in the OR all night. Honestly speaking he exhausted me." Cristina complained. Then she looked around, "Isn't Derek a baby? What are all these childishnesses?"
"This is a birthday party, Cristina! Some people enjoy such things," Izzie explained angrily.
"Let's wish one day not to organize party for me!" Cristina muttered.
"Instead of grumbling come to help me! George and Lexie couldn't have come, so move your ass Cristina!" Izzie ordered.
Cristina passed beside Mark and said.
"You still have a chance to take to your heels, because one day she would give you orders in that way."
"I don't mind." Mark assured her.
Cristina shook her head.
"God, the men become stupid at the sight of blond hair and big boobs!"
Mark and Cristina helped to Izzie to finish with the preparations on time.
Richard and Adele arrived first at the party. Soon after them came Callie and Erica. George and Lexie together with Joe, Walter and Miranda joined her friends too. For a short time Meredith's living room filled up with friends and colleagues.
Izzie was in the kitchen, decorating the cake when Callie Torres joined her.
"It looks great!" She commented.
"Thank you, Callie."
"Did you make it on your own?" Callie asked curiously.
"Yes, I hope to be good!"
"I'm impatient to try it."
Mark interrupted them.
"Izzie, Meredith has just called, that they are going from the hospital." Mark informed appearing from the kitchen's door. He became silent, seeing Callie, who directed her eyes to him. Then there was complete silence, which Izzie broke first.
"I'm ready! We can switch off the lights in a few minutes."
"Good. I'll say to the others," Mark said and closed the door.
"It seems he is fallen for someone." Callie observed.
"Excuse me?" Izzie looked at her startled.
Callie sipped a huge gulp of her beverage.
"I suspect that he meets someone."
"Why are you telling me that?" Izzie asked.
"Well… I don't know… I just share my suspicions… Do you have any idea who might be?"
"No, I haven't got any idea!" Izzie hurried to deny, trying to sound persuasively.
"I'm trying to know who that woman is, but the truth is he has never been such a man. So many women have been passed through his bed and no one of them could have managed to attract his attention. I wonder who that woman who made him to change is."
"Why do you think he has changed?"
"His behavior…, his eyes… everything is completely changed."
"You…," Izzie hesitated for a moment, "Do you have any feelings to him?"
Callie mused on long seconds before answering the question.
"I don't know what I feel to him. May be is a passion… It's not love… I'd rather say it's lust… He is great lover, believe me!"
Izzie nodded.
"I believe you," she murmured to herself.
"I have to know who she is." Callie declared.
"Who is she what?" Izzie stared at her frightened.
"Who is that mysterious woman, who managed to obsess him for that short time?"
Izzie had a feeling that she had betrayed herself and Callie would have read in her eyes that namely she was that woman.
"Whether is she here?" Callie wondered.
Izzie felt how her cheeks blushed. She said nothing.
"You are lucky, that you have never involved with him." Callie continued.
"Yeah, I'm really lucky…" Izzie hardly grumbled.
"May be you are the one, who cannot stand Mark Sloan and put him in place," Callie laughed.
Izzie swallowed.
Oh yeah, you have no idea in what place I'm putting him, Izzie thought.
She needed a strong drink. This conversation would kill her. Izzie hoped Callie not to see her trembling hands and her evident nervousness. In that moment Izzie was rescued by Cristina, who got into the kitchen in her typical manner- with crash!
"There you are! C'mon, Meredith and Shepherd will come in any moment."
"I'm coming!" Izzie drew a sigh of relief. She followed Cristina.
"Oh my God! Thank you! If you hadn't come, I wouldn't have known what would happen to me!"
"What are you talking about?"
"Callie told me about Mark. She suspects that he is meeting someone."
"So what?"
"I don't know. I slept with George… now Mark…"
"That you slept with Bambie was the most stupid thing that you have ever done! But I don't see any problem that you have had sex with Sloan, or that you are sleeping with him."
"I'm not sleeping with him. It happened once." Izzie justified.
"Don't worry it will happen again" Cristina smirked, tapping her shoulders friendly.
"God, why I'm making a mess again!" Izzie said dramatically.
"Hey, stop with the thriller! Do you like Sloan?"
"I…" Izzie stammered.
"Yes or No?"
"Yes… I'm crazy about him."
"So please stop with fret and fume! Live your life, Izzie! You don't owe any explanations to anyone. Mark likes you very much, so enjoy that man, baby!"
"How are you so sure he likes me?"
"I just know!" Cristina said shortly.
Izzie looked at her, saying nothing.
The lights were switched off, the house was quiet, when the main door opened and Meredith and Derek entered inside.
"Oh, apparently we are alone in the whole house!" Derek observed with a smile.
Suddenly the lights switched on and all shouted together.
"SURPRISE!"
"Happy birthday, Derek!" Meredith kissed his astonished face.
"Do you know about that?" He asked.
"Sure, it's my idea."
"Oh, Meredith. Come here." He embraced her, "It's really great surprise, thank you." Derek whispered into her ear.
Everybody rushed to congratulate Derek on the day, who looked really happy and pleased. The high mood gripped all people and the music made most of them to give themselves of the dancing.
"Well, you are getting old, my dear friend! I thought it wouldn't be a bad idea to buy you a stick," Mark joked, embracing his friend.
"If I were you, I wouldn't be so witty. You are not much younger than I'm… just couple of months if I remember correctly." Derek grinned.
"Hey boys do you have any differences again?" Meredith asked cheerfully.
"We quarrel who is older?" Derek explained.
"Seriously?!" She burst in laugh.
Mark turned to Meredith winking at her.
"Don't ruin his evening, saying him the truth!" He said.
"Go away!" Derek told with smile.
Mark chuckled and left them. He searched Izzie with eyes, but he didn't see her. Then Mark headed to the kitchen. He opened the door and spotted her close to the bar, arranging the trays.
"Do you need help?" Mark asked softly, wrapping her hands around her waist.
"No, thank you!" She replied dryly.
"Are you OK?"
"I'm!" Izzie answered shortly.
Mark took her shoulders and turned her with a face towards him. He stared at her eyes.
"What's up?"
"Nothing." Izzie dropped her eyes down.
Mark lifted her chin, making her to watch him in the eyes.
"Izzie, what's up?" He repeated.
"Why don't you ask Callie?" She offered.
"Callie?"
"Yes, she is interested in the woman which has turned your head!"
Mark kept silent for a couple of seconds before saying anything.
"Izzie, I don't care about what Callie wants to know. I owe her nothing. If she is interesting in my life, this is her problem, it's not mine, and it's not yours!" His thumb touched tenderly her cheek. Izzie peered into his eyes.
"I felt bad, when she started to speak about you. I did a mistake with George already…," She couldn't continue because Mark interrupted her.
"I'm not married for her, Izzie!" His voice was cold, "We haven't even been a couple. We had just sex… on call room sex. She said to me many times that all is about sex. If she suddenly has decided, that she has the right to meddle in my life it's only her problem. I don't feel myself guilty for anything… and moreover you don't have to feel guilty, OK?"
Izzie nodded, saying nothing.
"Good." Mark smiled. He leaned towards her mouth and kissed her. Izzie replied to his kiss, tenderly touching his cheek.
"Let's go back to the party, otherwise Callie like anything could dash into the kitchen, evidently she keeps a sharp eye on you." Izzie remarked in the midst of the kiss.
"I have just wondered when you would ruin the moment." Mark laughed.
"Don't complain." Izzie said, giving him the tray, "Will you bring it to the guests?"
"Should I have to be a waitress now?"
"Just take it," She gave him a winning smile.
Mark sighed, taking the tray, when the door opened and Michael appeared.
"Isobel, I'm looking for you…" He said oily.
Izzie felt how Mark bristled up. She held his hand instinctively.
"Dr. Hudson, what do you want?" Izzie asked dryly.
"You look amazing." Michael slid his eyes all over her body, "Would you give me the pleasure to dance with me?"
"I'm sorry, Dr. Hudson. I'm busy now may be later." Izzie declined his invitation kindly.
"Dr. Hudson, can I speak with you?" Cristina got in the room with devilish smile.
"Dr. Yang, you want to dance?" Michael turned immediately to her.
"Not exactly… But there is one nurse who would dye to dance with you."
"Really? Well, I'm not surprised at all," Michael replied pompously.
Mark and Izzie exchanged glances.
"Are you interested?" Cristina questioned.
"I don't involve myself with nurses." He replied
"Come to introduce you." She said ignoring his answer.
Cristina pulled away Michael in the living-room, although his protests. Mark and Izzie followed them. She felt the warmth of his hand on her arm. She looked up, his tender gaze reaching inside her.
"Do you want to dance with me?"
Before Izzie could reply, she was swept into his arms, the tenderness of his touch softening her heart, melting her in his arms. Izzie embraced him closer and tighter.
Adele and Richard were dancing too.
"It seems to me that something happens there." Adele commented.
"Where?" Richard asked.
She indicated with a glance Mark and Izzie, who were dancing near them.
"Stevens and Sloan?" Richard laughed, "No way! Those two are like cat and dog."
"I don't think so… they seemed to me fall in love or something…."
"What? Oh dear, I think you watch too much romantic films. Stevens and Sloan couldn't stay five minutes together, without having a scandal. That what you are saying is mission impossible, Adele."
"In the elevator they were together alone for 3 hours." Adele reminded him.
"I can imagine what brawl it has been there."
She smirked, listening his husband, but Adele decided to keep her suspicions.
A slowly pleasing the ears music was flowing from the speakers. Mark and Izzie danced with pressed bodies. Izzie felt herself lost under the pressure of his tall and muscled body. His hands on her back had harmful influence on the stability of her body. She trembled stretching her soften knees. Mark stimulated her directly physically as if it has never happened to her before. Izzie couldn't resist to the desire to touch him. She lifted her head and peered into his eyes which sparkling and sapphire stared at her filled with admiration.
"Now you can choose between two possibilities, Izzie. To tell me emphatically that you don't like me and I'm not your type or I can't guarantee anything," His voice sounded huskily than ever.
Izzie swallowed.
"Is it necessary to remind you that you are in the middle of the living room full with colleagues, who are watching you?" Derek settled between them with grinning smile.
"Do you realize that you stand in my way?" Mark annoyed.
"Absolutely, but today I have a birthday and I would like to dance with a girl, who made the best cake for me. Will you give me that honour, Izzie?"
"Sure." She smiled.
"What?" Mark exclaimed, "You walk out on me, because of him?"
"I have a birthday!" Derek reminded. He smirked and took Izzie.
"You are not only boring, but you are already an old boring man." Mark shouted after his best friend.
Hearing that Derek laughed.
After Izzie was stolen by him, Mark headed to the drinks. He filled a glass with whiskey for comfort and leaned his back on the wall, watching the dancers.
"Great party!" Callie said, taking the same position like him.
"It is." Mark confirmed.
"You look lonely," Callie observed, "I could help you….." She said seductively.
"Is that so? And in what way?" Mark raised his eyebrows.
"As we seclude ourselves somewhere, reminding some gymnastic drills…" She offered.
"Aren't enough for you the gymnastic drills with Erica?"
"I miss some of your instruments." Callie stared at one special part of his body.
Mark shook a head.
"Callie, I have already told you that's not a good idea."
"Why? We are talking about sex… you never refuse sex."
"Don't you think about that what you would cause to Erica, if you are going to sleep with me?"
"Why she should know… it's not necessary?"
"What about you? Don't you feel bad, betraying her?"
"What?" Callie couldn't believe in her ears, "You have totally lost your mind! If I wouldn't see you now before my eyes, I have never believed that all that was said by you! Since when you have cared about that you could hurt someone?"
"Recently!" Mark replied, sipping from his whiskey.
"Who's she?"
"Who is she what?"
"Who is that who has washed your brain?" Callie insisted.
"Why should someone to wash my brain?"
"You have never thought in that way."
"May be I have thought, but no one woman made me to show it."
Callie looked at him with half closed eyes.
"Do I know her?"
"Why do you want to know who is she?"
"I'm curious to know who that extraordinary girl is, how could have she managed to change you for that short time." Callie said sarcastically.
"I'm not changed Callie." Mark assured her, "I'm the same. No one woman made me to be what I'm. No one woman has ever taken me seriously. Every woman I have been with repeated me what a manwhore I'm."
"You are fall in love…" Callie concluded.
"I don't have intention to discuss that with you!" He snapped her.
Callie's pager went off. She took a glance at it and cursed.
"Shit! It's from the hospital, I have to go!" Before she left, Callie turned to Mark, "I'll know who she is!" She said firmly.
"I'm sure you'll do it!"
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The party was at its height. All had a good time; the mood of everybody was great. Cristina, Izzie and Meredith were in the full swing of the dance. Mark and Derek didn't remove their eyes from them.
"They know how to enjoy!" Mark observed.
"Definitely… and not only they know…. Look at the corner!" Derek indicated to Mark.
In a dark corner Michael Hudson has grabbed Olivia, kissing her passionately.
"That stupid got lucky tonight," Derek smiled.
"Who knows may be he would leave Seattle with a present…," Mark smirked.
"Like syphilis for example…" Derek suggested. The two friends burst in laugh.
Few hours later
Mark took a glance at his watch.
"I'm going home," he said to Derek.
"Don't you stay?" His best friend asked with a grin smile.
"It's better no. Will you tell Izzie Good night? I can't see her."
"Sure…"
Mark got in his luxury brand new sport car and was just about to start the engine when he saw Izzie in front of the car, brilliantly lit up from the headlights. She was exactly like beautiful vision. Mark kept his breath. She passed beside the car and opened the door of the front seat next to the driver. She got in and took a seat, closing the door after her. Izzie held Mark's hand and looked him at the eyes.
"I like you! I'm saying this now not because I took a drop too much….," she paused, "namely I'm saying this because I took a drop too much… You are… You are great… you make me feel in a way, that no one has ever made me feel in that way. Do you know what happens to me, whenever you look at me, when I hear your voice or when you touch me… I'm lost, Mark! I'm really lost…"
Mark had the feeling that he had never heard such amazing explanation in his life.
"Mark, please don't go…." She whispered. Izzie wasn't sure if she was making the right choice, but all she knew was that she wanted him. She wanted him to be there, with her.
He couldn't speak. Mark was staring at her eyes. He felt lost somewhere there, in her deep brown eyes. She was really adorable, not only outside...her soul was beautiful. He put his hand gently behind her head and pulled her toward him. Izzie closed eyes. Her ears were ringing, she felt her heart pounding. He laid his forehead against hers. Then Mark kissed her… deeply and passionately. Mark held her head with a hand strongly, messing her hair while their kiss became more and more hot. Mark's hand slid on Izzie's bare legs, caressing her thighs. She moaned.
"What would you say if we go to a more suitable place, like my bed? I like to have sex on non standard places, but last time my back has suffered a lot… so….?"
"But I haven't heard for all I know any protests. I can remember that it was only sighs, gasps and moaning…." Mark smirked.
Izzie slipped her hand under his t-shirt, touching his chests.
"Even I couldn't take a breath," she justified.
"You want revenge?" Mark smiled.
"Please…"
"Well… you offer me your big, comfortable bed…and you in… Are we still here?"