Mcalison, Kara, listentoyourheart555, xsofax, DerekIndigoScrubs, norafan and sossy1984, thank you very much for your great reviews :):):):):):):) Enjoy this chapter!
'''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''
Mark and Izzie went throughout the house running. They took the stairs to Izzie's room all in a breath. From the moment since they closed the door behind them, the only thing that had matter was the burning passion between them. With every touch as if they were losing their reason. At every his kiss Izzie felt painful craving which was increasing ever more and more. Before she could manage to do whatever moving, Izzie was already in his hands. Swept away in an ardent kiss, she felt how they fell on the bed, where she landed up on his knees. Mark's hands caressed her bare legs, as her skirt has risen to the waist. She took his jacket off.
"I love that skirt." He said, "It drives me crazy."
"You might like this skirt, but I need you to get it off of me! Please!" She pleaded breathless.
"Oh…, I'll do it…" Mark smirked, "but first I intend taking off that one here." He undressed Izzie's top without any problem. His eyes filled with admiration fixed on her full beautiful breasts. Mark moaned before the excited view to the way how her bra held them up. He couldn't resist touching them. Mark slipped his hand under her bra and touched one of her nipples. Izzie gave a moan when he did it. His thumb rubbed over her nipple, which had hardened at his touch. She was about to unclasp the bra by herself, when he stopped her.
"Wait!" Mark said and placed his hands over hers. She looked at him and met his hot gaze.
"Let me do it!" He whispered.
Izzie dropped her hands and watched him. With only one moving, Mark skillfully unclasped it and her breasts jumped… pleading, begging, yearning, desiring, longing for his hot mouth. He kissed her, and then his mouth slid down pressing her soft breast gently. He swirled his tongue around her nipple and she trembled in anticipation. He finally took it into his mouth and sucked gently. His thumb rubbed over her other nipple, she sighed. Izzie ran her fingers throughout his hair, covering his neck with kisses.
"Izzie, you have no idea what you do to me," he said and his tongue penetrated into her mouth. Mark lifted his body slowly from the bed putting Izzie on her back. He removed his t-shirt and threw it down the floor. With very slow and tender movements he took Izzie's skirt off. The dark material slid down her thighs, exposing her smooth creamy skin. Mark sent it on the same place where his t-shirt was. He slid his eyes filled with delight over her body.
"You are so soft, so delicate, and so beautiful!" Saying this he pressed an appreciative kiss to her inner thigh. She trembled.
"Kiss me, Mark!" Izzie murmured.
Their lips met and kissed. With each kiss Mark and Izzie grew more passionate. The kisses deepened and their tongues danced feverishly. He traced her neck with his tongue, as her fingers danced over his back. His mouth slid down and reached her breasts. Mark slowly began to kiss gently on each nipple, making her start to breath faster. He sucked one of her erected nipple. He dipped his tongue into her belly button. His gaze fell on her tattoo.
"You have chosen the perfect place to do it," Mark notified.
"Do you think so?" Her voice sounded playfully.
"Yep… I can't think for more suitable place than this…"
He moved lower and pressed kiss to her hip. Izzie shuddered. Mark pressed his lips to her inner thigh again. He moved to the other thigh and then slid his tongue up to outline her black panties. Mark carefully took them off and tossed the panties to the floor with her other clothes. He kissed around her center, teasing her. Mark stroked his tongue over her a few times and she shuddered. Izzie moaned, as an orgasm shimmered through her. He kissed tenderly her belly, but he could still feel the shudders running through her legs. He'd nearly lost control when she'd climaxed. He bent his head and dropped a kiss onto her stomach, trailed light kisses across her soft breasts. Her pulse raced against his lips as he kissed her neck. His jeans suddenly seeming two sizes too small. Izzie grabbed his head and pulled him to her lips. Then she pushed him and now he lied on his back. Izzie ran her hands down his chest, down his stomach and brushing her fingers lightly over his zipper. She felt that he was growing really hard. Mark gazed into her eyes and caressed her cheek tenderly. Izzie couldn't resist kissing him while removing his jeans off. As she lightly teased him over his boxers, she took them off. Mark kept his breath when felt Izzie's tongue touching the most sensitive part of his body. He gasped. The thought of being able to give him so much pleasure made her smile.
"Damned Izzie you are really good!" Mark hardly managed to say. He caressed her hair ruffling it a little.
When Mark felt that he could not resist for long he pulled her toward him and kissed her.
"Come here," he said and tenderly put Izzie on her back. Mark stared at her. She looked like an angel with her curls spread over the pillow.
"You are gorgeous," he said huskily. Mark kissed her again and licked her collarbone. Then his tongue reached her breasts. He started to work skillfully on her nipple. Izzie moaned. Then Mark positioned himself over her and penetrated her deeply. They groaned together. She tightened her legs around him. Izzie felt lost under his muscled and athletic body. His slightly beard clawed her cheek, stimulating her even more. His hot breath burned her skin. They breathed hard with each thrust. He kissed her with whole his passion caressing her full juicy lips with his. Their bodies danced in a wild rhythm. Mark grazed an erected nipple with a finger. She was in the heaven her entire body vibrated. Soon a vigorous orgasm concussed Izzie and shortly afterwards Mark collapsed on top of her trying to normalize his breathing.
"God, I missed that!" He exclaimed.
She chuckled under him and he kissed a pulsated vein on her neck. After they reminded with fused bodies for a while, Mark rolled and lied on his back staring at the ceiling.
"We should have done this a long time ago." Mark smirked.
"Yeah… on the day we met?!" Izzie suggested.
"You didn't even like me then…" He reminded to her.
"It wasn't exactly that how the matters were standing…" She playfully bit her lips.
"Wasn't it?" Mark looked at her.
Izzie smiled enigmatically and rolled on her side watching him.
"God, how I could tricked myself!" Mark sighed, "Do you know how much sex we've missed… Now we should make up for the time lost." Saying this he drew her up toward himself embracing her and tenderly kissed her head.
Izzie felt Mark to play with one of her curls; she pressed her lips to his skin. She still couldn't understand all her feelings that were inside her, but the truth was that she felt great huddled in his soft embrace. In this moment Izzie's bed began to quake and all pictures on the walls shook violently. It was heard moans and muted yells.
"What was that?" Mark startled lifting himself together with Izzie.
She laughed.
"These are Derek and Meredith." She clarified.
Mark looked at her stunned.
"Derek and Meredith?" He repeated, "This is an earthquake."
"It's not," Izzie smiled cheerfully, "Mark, the house is old." She looked at him knowingly.
"What are they doing?" Mark asked still with astonished countenance.
"Sex." Izzie replied.
"What kind of sex is that?"
"You are just not used to." She smiled.
Mark stared at Izzie.
"The bed is shaking." He observed, "Is it always like this when they have sex?"
"Well… practically… always." She confessed.
"How do you sleep?" He concerned.
"I'm used to." Izzie answered.
"And…" Mark paused, "When will they stop?"
"If we are lucky in some hours…"
"What?!"
"You'll used to soon," Izzie kissed him, "You could imagine that we are on a ship and there is a heavy sea…," she trailed her tongue over his chest, "or that we are on the airplane and we are flying over turbulent zone…," Izzie tenderly caressed his stomach with the tip of her fingers.
"What about the screaming?"
"Well… we could kill them with ours." She suggested.
The way how his muscled strained and his desire became evidently, she knew that the passion has overwhelmed him.
"Enchantress!" Mark mumbled and bit the dust before her.
Before his mouth to take hers and his tongue to touch her palate in challenging manner, Izzie wrapped him with her thighs and pressed herself to his hot naked body without breaking the ardent touching of their lips. Her eyes opened wide and they shined in brilliance when Mark penetrated her vigorously. Her face was so lightened up and serene from this strong passion that for a moment Mark kept his breath to watching it. In her soft features there was nothing artificial and affectedly. They gave themselves up to each other emotionally with devotion. The rhythm of their movements connected them in a perfect ecstasy and they reached the top of the pleasure in the same moment. Izzie moaned unconsciously. She released her body over Mark, became one with that man, who as if was her other half. Izzie felt how her eyes filled with tears and she remained motionless Mark not to see them. She separated from his body only when she has mastered her feelings completely.
"I was preoccupied that the house would have torn down." Mark admitted. She laughed and rested her head over his chest.
One of her big plush toys a very cute dog fell down over Mark from the place where Izzie had put it.
"What the hell is that?" He exclaimed, removing it from his head.
Izzie chuckled softly.
"Can I present you my favorite plush toy, the so called my domestic friend. The only man, who loves me without reservations."
Mark laughed.
"I suppose because he never contradicts you," he cupped her face and gave her a sultry kiss, "Will he sleep with us?" Mark asked preoccupied.
"Are you jealous?"
"From the only man, who loves you without reservations… Yeah, definitely!" Mark confirmed.
Izzie smiled.
"I won't need him as soon as I have you." Izzie said softly staring at his eyes. She took the toy and removed it of the bed.
Mark caressed her cheek and kissed her.
"Except creaking beds, quaking walls, strange sounds and falling plush toys is there anything which could happen to me surprisingly, is there anything more for I should prepare myself?" He smirked.
Izzie gave a faint smile caressing his chest with the tips of her fingers.
"There are still some things, which I could share with you." She seductively said.
In that moment the bed started to shake again.
"Oh shit!" Mark exclaimed desperately, "What? Again?"
"Well… Derek still has a birthday."
"I wonder how this house it's not fallen yet." Mark wondered.
Izzie laughed and kissed him.
"I don't have a birthday, but that doesn't mean we should be behind, what will you say?" Mark playfully looked at her, while he was caressing her hip and thighs. Only his touch was enough for her to make her skin burning in fire. Her eyelashes began to tremble. Her sigh depressed with effort made him to smile.
"Do you feel backward?" She asked.
"Of course not, my sweet. I'm just hungry for you." His hand slid down her smooth belly and then he lifted his hand enveloping her breasts. Mark began to caress her firm pink peaks. Izzie was asking herself if he had felt her fast and quick beats of her heart.
"This is an offer, which I couldn't resist." Izzie admitted with darkened eye of passion and her voice sounded huskily and hoarsely.
Mark turned on a side and pressed softly his lips to hers. He was hungrily looking for with his tongue her one. Mark pressed himself moaning to her and his hands slid over her body. Suddenly he broke the kiss.
"You are a charmer, Izzie," he mumbled hoarsely, "You are a charmer and a thief."
She looked at him. He read in her eyes passion, desire and tenderness. Mark moaned again.
"You took the whole my reason away!" He accused her.
Izzie caressed his cheek, without removing her eyes from his ones. He kissed her deeply.
"I don't need your reason, I need you!" She said breathless when Mark enabled her to take a breath for a short time.
Mark's body set in motion rhythmically tightly to hers, his lips pressed her ones. He felt how her body strained. Her hands outlined his excitement and a groan escaped his throat. Mark covered her with his body and caressed with lips her soft and smooth skin of her belly. Before he penetrated her, Izzie grabbed robustly his shoulders. Mark's mouth removed up to her breasts. He began kissing them consecutively, repeating unceasingly this voluptuously torture. From his hot breath they filled up with much more tension. Izzie wrapped Mark tight with her legs. She wanted not only to become one with him; she wanted to have him until the end. With slow and assured pushes, he was penetrating into her body, biting tenderly her firm nipples. Gradually he fetched Izzie to the peak of the ecstasy. As if her body woke up for a new life. The delight overwhelmed her like stream burning dejection. Mark couldn't see enough of her warm damp lap. He pressed her thighs with hands and made her to adjust to his fiery rhythm. When his thrusts became more passionate and uneven it seemed to Izzie that she haunted of the edge of the madness and the ecstasy. Mark continued holding her tightly, commanding the tempo. Izzie gripped fast for his strong back. With a tongue she caressed his ear, playing with it, and then her lips passed through his cheek, reaching Mark's neck. She felt how the muscles of his back flexed under the touching of her hands. Izzie could hear his quickened heart. Mark kept his breath, when her body started twisting in convulsions. He climaxed together with her. Mark buried his face in his shoulder. His moans vibrated over her skin. Slowly her raging pulse began to normalize, Mark lifted carefully his body and stared at her flushing drowsily face.
"Are you sleeping?" He whispered.
"Hmmm… no. I'm just taking a rest. I'm a little bit tired of the efforts that you have charged on me."
"Did I charge you?" Mark asked, kissing her, "I didn't hear many serious objections about that."
"I would say that you averted them successfully." Izzie smirked.
Mark separated his body from her and lied on his side, watching her. Izzie also turned to him and they were lying, facing each other.
"I love watching you!" Mark mumbled.
"What do you see?" Izzie asked.
"Something that I have never seen before." He replied.
She stared at his eyes smiling. Mark stretched a hand and removed a hair from her face.
"I wonder recently how I could be such a blind man during all the time."
"Do you want to know what I see?" She smiled.
"What?"
"Tenderness, passion and kindness…"
"You see all that?" Mark asked astonishingly.
"Yep, I see it… and it likes me very much…" She added.
"Izzie, no one has ever talked to me in that way." Mark confessed.
"So… that means I'm the first one…"
"You are the first and the only one." He confirmed.
They were watching themselves and smiled one to another. Mark and Izzie heard giggle and a hell of a noise from the neighboring room.
"Apparently those two won't calm down." Mark observed. He threw a glance to the alarm clock on Izzie's night stand. It was 4 a.m., "I must get up in two hours, I have a surgery at 7." He said, touching her cheek.
"Try to sleep!" She said softly.
"I prefer watching you. It would be a sin to sleep when such a goddess is lying next to me."
"Nevertheless you should take a rest!" She advised him.
"Come here!" Mark pulled her toward him and cuddled her. She hugged in his warm and strong hands. They didn't need much time to carry away in sleep. The warmth of their bodies, the exhaustion of the passion in the way they had devoted to each other overwhelmed them. Soon they fell into a sleep with interweaved bodies after the storm of emotions and supreme delight that has united them.
'''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''
The piercing and uniformly sound of the alarm clock was the more obnoxious the more tedious. Half sleeping, Mark cursed covering his head with the pillow and pretended he was dead. As soon as Izzie has decided to wind up this alarm clock secretly which was looking like as old as this house was, then she had to turn it off by her own. But any moving next to him didn't reveal that Izzie would make an attempt to do something like this. God, apparently she also has used to with the sound of this antiquated alarm clock, not only with the sounds which were spreading out the house. Mark surrendered with sigh. He stretched his hand beneath the pillows and ran his fingers over the night stand. But it was in vain. He gripped some small plush thing. Only when he rose Mark knew the reason for his unsuccessful search. The alarm clock was put in a sheet of paper on the empty pillow next to him. Where was Izzie? The last he remembered was that she fell asleep in his embrace. Confused Mark rubbed his eyes and grabbed the note.
"I'm waiting for you down stairs. Follow the smell of muffins; it would lead you away on the right place."
Mark ran his fingers through his hair and finally turned off the strident sound of the alarm clock. It was 6 a.m. When Izzie could manage to sneak out of the bed? He even didn't feel her. Muffins? She has got up so early to bake? Yeah, he has been forgotten that she has told him that baking was her favorite occupation. It was difficult for him to become fully awake. He was lying in the bed for a while and then he got up groaning. Mark went to come out of the room, but he became conscious that he was naked and wasn't at home. Mark came back and took his jeans from the floor where still were all clothes, taken off by them few hours ago. He slipped into his jeans on next to the skin and headed to the downstairs. The house was silent- strange and surprisingly. Mark looked around the living room; while he was passing it… it was upside down. When Mark got in to the kitchen, he saw Izzie close to the cooker with some large baking dishes on the raft. Jesus Christ, was that she who has prepared all those stuffs? Soon his eyes fell on her and he kept his breath. She was freaking sexy. Izzie had on a pink satin night-gown and her curls fell freely down on her shoulders. She was sweet… really sweet.
"Hey… so you have found the way." Izzie said affably.
"Yeah, but the way to show it to me, was mildly said shocking." He complained.
Izzie laughed.
"This is the alarm clock of Meredith's mother. She gave it to me." She explained.
"Oh, I could imagine what the reason is Meredith to give it to you." Mark said sarcastically.
"Have you ever heard about the morning greeting to all lovers?" Izzie smiled seductively licking the spoon from the cream.
Mark smirked without removing his eyes from her.
"Little beast!" He mumbled, "I'll show you the morning greeting of Markie!"
"Markie?" Izzie burst in laugh.
"Mmmm hmmm." With some quick movements he has already closed and grabbed her.
"You have a nice night gown. Even you don't have to take it off." He whispered in to her ear.
"Mark!" Izzie protested, but Mark held her tightly. He slipped a hand under her night gown, touching her breasts. Mark started teasing her nipples. She moaned, "Someone… could … come." Izzie said intermittently.
"It is hardly after last night's plays." He said, biting her ear.
Izzie wanted to object, but she couldn't. Mark slid his other hand in her bikini and with his fingers he started giving her a great pleasure.
"God…!" She sighed, closing her eyes.
Mark kissed her ear, sucking her earlobe, while his hands didn't stop caressing and inflamed her beyond recognition. Izzie has dropped forward his body. Her heart would explode of the supreme delight, which Mark was giving it to her. In her life has never had a man making her to have so many climaxes at once. Mark brought her to the end and she had a feeling that a powerful explosion poured all over her body. She couldn't find her breath. Mark turned Izzie to face him and kissed her sending back her in the reality.
"That was… that was… was…" She couldn't find words.
Mark smirked.
"My way to say Good morning!"
"I love your way to say Good morning!" Izzie replied and wrapped her hands around his neck, caressing Mark's hair, "I have never received so great greeting in the morning." She confessed.
"Really?!" Mark asked, playing with her curls.
"Yeah…"
Mark kissed her again. "Could I have a coffee?" He asked.
"You could have a breakfast too."
"Mmmm I'm going to like waking up with you."
"I'm going to like waking up with you too!" She said softly.
"Do you like it?" He said dropping hot kisses over her neck.
"Oh…yeah, definitely!"
"I suggest you to be in the bed next time instead of the alarm clock of Meredith's mother."
"Mmm mmm, we can arrange it…"
"Can we?"
"Yes…," Izzie's tongue penetrated his mouth deeply, "You can take a shower now, while I'm making the coffee."
Mark tenderly gazed at her.
"Thank you, Izzie!"
"For what?" She asked astonishingly.
"For that you are such a girl." He said remaining her with pleased smile.
Mark went upstairs, when he ran into Alex Karev. Alex looked at him stunned, with opened mouth.
"Karev!" Mark said calmly and indifferently.
"Dr. Sloan!" Alex hardly mumbled.
"The bathroom is vacant, isn't it?" Mark asked.
"Uh… uh… the bathroom? Uh… yeah." Alex still stood with perplex countenance.
"Great! I don't have much time." Mark said and continued going upstairs.
Alex rushed into the kitchen, his face still shocked.
"Do you know who I came against on the stairs?" He asked Izzie agitated.
"Who?"
"With Sloan. May be Meredith and Sloan…"
"Meredith?" Izzie looked at him terrified.
"Cristina?" Alex suggested.
Izzie stopped whipping the cream and looked him straight at the eyes.
"No, he is with me." She announced.
Probably if Alex had been seen a monster in that moment, he would have looked less shocked.
"You and Sloan?!" He repeated.
"Yes… we… for a while… something happens between us."
Alex gazed at her, saying nothing. When he turned conscious, Alex burst in nervous laughing.
"Is that a joke, isn't it? Great joke, Iz! I'm not taken in by your lark." He continued laughing.
"It's not a joke, Alex! It's true!"
"No, I don't believe you. That's impossible. You have never liked him! How is it possible to sleep with him?"
"Excuse me?!"
"He is… he is…" Alex stammered.
"What?" Izzie looked at him defiantly.
"He will hurt you. Sloan is a womanizer… he is a manwhore!" He shouted.
"He is a human being, Alex! I don't care what the people think about him. I care only for my opinion about Mark. I saw many good things beyond his good looking!"
"You are absolutely crazy!" Alex concluded.
"I'm not crazy. I really like him!" She said firmly.
"What? He is a manwhore, Izzie! Sloan has screwed up with so many women." Alex tried to convince her.
"It's ridiculous to call him manwhore, you are not better than him as well." She snapped him.
"Do you defend him?"
"Alex, please! I don't want to quarrel with you. I'm a big girl who knows what is doing!" She said firmly.
"Sloan will hurt you, I don't want you to suffer." Alex told.
"You don't have the right to tell fortunes what Mark would do. You don't know him. Mark is not the person who everybody wants to represent him. And you are the last person that may tell me who is going to hurt me. Moreover after you have already done it, sleeping with a nurse having syphilis!"
"Do you know what? I thought that after Bambie, you could not do something so stupidly but I see I was wrong!" Alex angrily said.
He made a grab for some freshly baked croissant, but Izzie rapped over his knuckles.
"That's not for you!" She hissed.
"What?"
"These are for Mark, I baked them especially for him. Take muffins!"
"You are baking special croissants for him? God how pathetic you are!" He exclaimed sarcastically.
"You are pathetic! Alex Karev, you are my friend, you can express your opinion, but no more! I don't meddle in your affairs, so don't meddle in mine!" Izzie said, shaking a big ladle.
"Fine!" He yelled and left.
"Fine!" Izzie shouted after him.
After 15 minutes, Mark appeared in the kitchen.
"I saw Alex." He observed.
"I know." Izzie said shortly.
"Did he say something?" Mark questioned.
"It doesn't matter. He is my friend and he is concerned." Izzie explained dryly.
Mark nodded. He decided not to ask more. Evidently Izzie didn't want to talk about, and he either.
"Have you prepared all these alone?" Mark wondered watching the bakers.
"Yep. These are especially for you!" She said smiling.
Izzie has baked domestic croissants with cream, which smelled marvelous.
"I'm speechless." He confessed, taking a croissant, "I have ever eaten nothing more delicious!" Mark exclaimed, chewing.
"I prepared the cake for Derek yesterday, and because I don't want to feel yourself backward, I baked croissants for you."
"In contrast to Derek, I took a bonus." Mark grinned.
"What's that?" She asked.
"You!" He smirked and bent to kiss her. Izzie smiled pleased caressing his cheek.
"I have to go!" He said unwillingly.
"I know."
"I'll drink the coffee on my way to the hospital. Can I take some of those?" He questioned, taking several croissants.
"Sure, I told you they are for you!"
"At what time starts your shift?" He asked her.
"At 9, but as soon as I finish here, I'll come!"
"So see you there."
"Yeah." She nodded.
Before leaving Mark hesitated for a moment and turned his head back.
"Do you know today will be completely different from the all other days of my life…It will worth it!" Mark smiled and closed the door after him.