Thank you:listentoyourheart555:), xsofax:), norafan:), cielo:), sossy1984:), I hope to have great time with this chapter...:):):)
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Mark stood before the coffee's machine, taking the consecutive cup of coffee for this morning.
"How many cups of coffee have you drunk this morning ?" Callie asked with hands on her hips.
Mark knitted his brows, sipping from the coffee.
"What? Can't I drink a coffee as well?" He asked.
"Sleepless night?" Callie suggested raising an eyebrow. She leaned her shoulder on the machine.
"I wouldn't say sleepless, I would say fantastic night!" Mark replied with a pleased smile.
"Your new sweetheart has been keeping you awake all the night, eh?" Callie observed sarcastically.
"Do you start again?"
"I said nothing. It's too obvious!"
"You want to be in my place because I have had sex all the night." Mark said and added, "And to be more pricise it was great sex!" He teased her.
"I wouldn't like being in your place at all. I have good sex too!" She declared.
"Good for you!"
"And who's that lucky girl?" Callie demanded.
Mark looked at her with a serious countenance.
"She is a special girl. She is gorgeous, sexy, tender, kind, passionate and smart. Her hair is soft and shiny, her eyes are beautiful, her skin is creamy and her lips are sweet, as honey." Mark said mildly.
Callie stared at Mark listening to him carefully. In a few seconds, she burst out laughing.
"Oh my God! You suffer from hallucinations. You have started to create unreal images. Your gorgeous, sexy, tender, kind, passionate and smart girl with beautiful eyes, creamy skin and sweet lips occasionally isn't she some blow-up doll from the sex shop, called Mandy, Poppy, Sissy or wait may be her name is Mickey!" Callie amused.
"Callie, I like your sense of humor, but she is not a blow-up doll from the sex shop. She is real, beautiful as a doll, but absolutely real!"
"I don't know any girl like her in the hospital. I'd say that a girl with such description doesn't exist at all!" She said firmly.
"There is Callie! There is… and I give you a joker." Mark leaned a head closed to her, "You meet her every day. Try to find her!" He winked at Callie and went through the corridor with a devilish smile.
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Cristina walked through the corridor, when Izzie joined her with a glad smile. Cristina looked askance at her, shaking her finger.
"O, no! I don't want to listen anything about the sex, that you have had all the night!" She advised her.
"Cristina, it was freaking great! Mark… Mark is really good!" Izzie exclaimed.
"I've already told you, I don't want to listen to you!" Cristina snapped her.
"Do you know that wasn't sex… I mean it was sex… great sex, fantastic, supreme... and there was something more… there was chemistry, there was a thrill." Izzie told ignoring Cristina's advice.
"O, please! Save me those stupid talking! Why don't you start writing love novels? I'm sure you would make a success of it!"
"Why you are such a bad friend? I want to tell you about the greatest night of my life, and you are joking with me." Izzie accused her.
"Can't you just stop till the part with the great sex?"
"Am I so boring?" Izzie worried.
Cristina stopped walking and looked at her.
"Yes you are freaking boring! Listen, I haven't have sex for…" She paused and thought for a couple of moments, „and I can't remember since when. So just mentioning sex has a bad effect on me, did you get it?"
"Oh?" Izzie ejaculated, "Oh, Cristina… I'm sorry!"
"Good!" Cristina smiled content.
"I guess that means, I could not tell you how many climaxes I had?" Izzie suggested.
Cristina stopped walking and shouted angrily.
"No, Izzie you can't!"
"Ok!" Izzie agreed smirking.
"Stevens, Yang!" Callie shouted after them.
"Oh, shit!" Izzie cursed and stood frozen.
"I saw that you are free. I need you to help me about one of my patients." Callie informed.
"Actually, I'm busy in the clinic." Izzie tried to escape.
"It may wait. I need you two. C'mon" Callie ordered. She went ahead; Cristina and Izzie followed her reluctantly.
"Damned! What a bad luck!" Izzie murmured.
"How long time did the last night party last for? You look fresh, by contrast with some other people." Callie mentioned.
"Who do you mean for example?" Cristina asked.
"Dr. Sloan." Callie replied.
Izzie kept her breath, hearing Mark's name and looked at her friend, making a face towards Callie.
"He looks exhausted!" Callie clarified.
"Exhausted?" Izzie repeated.
"Yes, I've already told you about my suspicions. They are correct." Callie turned her head to stare at Izzie.
"Is that so?" Izzie tried to sound indifferent.
"Yeah, he has spent the night with her. All the night!" Callie emphasized.
"With… her?"
"Yes! God, who's that bitch?" Callie wondered.
"Bitch?!" Izzie glanced at her terrified, "Why do you think she is a bitch?"
"I don't know. I just blurted it out. But he is in love."
"Really?" Izzie asked, her eyes lightened up.
"Absolutely! You should hear him how he talks about her- beautiful, sexy, smart, kind..."
"Did he tell you about her?" Izzie preoccupied.
"No, he didn't want to say who that mysterious girl is, but I will reveal this story, by all means!"
"Did he say all these things about her?"
"Yes can you imagine it? Mark Sloan telling words like kind, beautiful, smart for a woman. I just still can't believe it."
"Me too!" Izzie mumbled.
"Probably she is some lewd woman!" Callie suggested.
"Lewd woman?!" Izzie repeated.
She turned her face to Cristina terrified and whispered.
"Did you hear that? She just called me lewd woman!"
"Nevertheless, you have kept him awake all the night!" Cristina giggled.
"Shut up!" Izzie snapped her.
"May be she is a good girl!" Izzie insinuated.
"Who good girl would be with Mark Sloan?"
Cristina giggled but Izzie glanced at her badly and she stopped.
"Why not?" Izzie turned to Callie.
"O, please!! Tell me according to you who girl answers to the description- beautiful, kind, tender, sexy and smart in that hospital." Callie raised her eyebrows in question, asking Izzie.
"Well… It's difficult to say…" Izzie admitted with impish smile.
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Mark has seated on the nurse's station, filling up charts. On the desk before him there was another cup of coffee, and he has rested his head on his hand, trying not to drop asleep, while he was writing.
"God, I'm here only one hour, and I've already fallen asleep on my feet. Is that a coffee?" Derek took a seat next to Mark, taking his coffee. He sipped a huge gulp of it. Mark stared at him frowning.
"Oh, man I'm exhausted!" Derek confessed.
"You?!"
Derek looked at his friend.
"Oh, you look tired too!" He observed.
"Yeah, thanks to you!" Mark said grumpily.
"What?"
"You quaked the whole house last night. I was up all night. And now you are drinking my coffee!"
Derek grinned.
"You have slept with Izzie?!"
"Slept? No, I haven't slept… I mean I slept, rocking in the bed until the morning!"
"Well…, this is an old house." Derek justified.
"I already know that." Mark grumbled.
"It is unlikely that you couldn't sleep because I have enjoyed my present, I still had a birthday!" Derek smirked.
"Of course not anyway, thank you for the sound effects!" Mark joked.
"You are welcome! If I knew that you were there, I would do my best." Derek smiled.
Mark laughed shaking a head. At that moment Michael Hudson joined them with a very pleased smile.
"Guys, I love Seattle!" He announced happily.
Derek and Mark raised their eyebrows inquiringly.
"Already?" Mark said.
"God, I met a great girl!" Michael told them, and he bent his head, whispering, "We had sex!"
"Really?" Mark and Derek exclaimed together.
"Yeah, take it easy! I didn't bring shame on you. Speaking openly I squeezed her to the limit! I'm sex machine, terminator, I'm the champion!" Michael recited enthusiastically.
"Congratulations! Good man!" Derek praised him.
"She is crazy about me! She said that she has never been fall to a man in that way." Michael vaunted himself.
"Apparently you have impressed her," Derek observed.
"Yes, as soon as I'm the first doctor she has been with."
"Did she say that?" Mark asked.
"Yes, she said I'm the first doctor that she has been with from SGH." Michael confirmed.
"Mmm mmm, that's interesting." Mark commented.
"She has never involved her with colleagues, moreover with surgeons. That's her rule. Principle… don't you understand? But I broke it"
Mark and Derek could hardly keep a straight face.
"Principle, huh?" Mark smirked.
"Yep, God the women couldn't resist me. I drive them crazy; I break all their rules and principles."
"Well, will you tell us, who is that girl ?" Mark asked.
"I doubt you know her. She is very modest girl, but she becomes in true tigress in the bed. She knows so many sex poses." Michael said with sparkle in his eyes and dreamy smile.
"We are starting to envy you." Derek admitted.
"There is why." Michael chuckled, "Her name is Olivia, and she is a nurse. You know that usually I don't give the eye on nurses, but then why not to break one of my rules!"
"Yes why not." Mark supported.
"Do you know her?" Michael wanted to know.
"Who?"
"Olivia." Michael replied.
Mark and Derek exchanged their glances.
"Yes, we know her. She is a nice girl." Derek said.
"Oh yes, absolutely!" Mark confirmed, "She is a very good girl, indeed. She has told you the truth. I think that no surgeon here has got lucky with her." He assured him.
"It is!" Derek said, "How did you manage to get lucky?" He was curious.
"Well guys, you know what effect I have on the women!" Michael became proud, "Surely you have tried with her?"
"With Olivia?" Mark made a disgusting face, but then he changed his countenance immediately, "Oh yeah many times, but she cut us off all the time. Especially Derek!" Mark smirked.
"That's true. It's a pity that you have never seen how she gave Mark a curt refusal." Derek giggled.
Michael listened to them with a pleased countenance.
"Well someday I could share with you any of my secrets…" Michael promised them.
"We would be grateful if you do it." Derek grinned.
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Some time about midday, Izzie has already rescued from Callie and her patient. She was hungry, but she didn't have time for lunch in the cafeteria. So Izzie was compelled to satisfy her appetite with box of ice cream. She was walking slowly through the corridor, opening the ice cream when a husky voice whispered into her ear.
"Will you give me to lick the spoon?"
Izzie bit her lips smiling and turned to him.
"If you are a good boy…" She said seductively.
"Oh… I'm." He confirmed with a devilish smile.
"Then you can do it," Izzie agreed.
"I want to kiss you."
Izzie looked around.
"It's not a good idea…"
"Give me the spoon then!" Mark sighed.
Izzie chuckled.
"How was the surgery?" She asked.
"Good. How is your day?"
" I was with Dr. Torres till now." Izzie notified.
"Is she still sniffing around?" Mark questioned.
"Yep… she is looking for some beautiful, smart, kind, tender and passionate girl." Izzie smiled.
"Hm, have you recently seen girl with that description here?"
"What about you?"
"If I met such kind of girl, I wouldn't slip her away from me…"
"Mmm that sounds promising, Dr. Sloan!"
"Just wait for tonight, Dr. Stevens!"
"Don't you need a sleep? You look tired."
"What are the on call rooms for?"
"I thought you have used them for sex." She smirked.
"That was before my nights to become full with sex. When you are going to finish work?"
"At 7, but I have a paper work."
"I'll wait for you. Do you want to eat together after work?"
"Sure." Izzie smiled.
"Great, I'll take you in one great place." He winked at her.
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Derek was putting Visine in his eyes when Mark grabbed it from his hands.
"Give me that!" Mark said.
"Hey, I need that!" Derek protested.
"Me too."
"Is that Visine?" Michael joined them and took the Visine from Mark.
Derek dragged on a chair down, holding his head with hands.
"God, how I would spend the day until evening." He mumbled.
"The last time when I felt like that was in the morning on my secondary-school students' farewell ball." Michael admitted.
"I'm falling asleep on my feet." Mark said and lied on the sofa.
'I drank ten coffees and nothing." Derek murmured.
"The woman from the cafeteria stopped giving me coffees. She was preoccupied that I would get heart attack." Mark smiled wryly.
"Dr. Webber, invited me to assist on his surgery after 30 minutes. How to wake up until then?" Michael complained.
"I dozed off during the rounds with the interns. Bailey woke me up with her anger look." Derek said.
At the moment when Derek finished his sentence the only Dr. Bailey entered the room.
"What have you fallen to pieces so? Shame on you! Is that sanatorium?"
'Dr. Bailey?" The three men startled from her appearance.
"Oh, hell you look as if you… as if… Damned how do you spend your nights?" She ejaculated, then added, "No please don't tell me… I can imagine." Miranda made a disgusting face.
"Dr. Bailey the case is not as you think." Derek justified.
"It's exactly that what I think!"
"I had a birthday." Derek excused himself.
"And I'm his best friend." Mark hurried to say.
"And I had sex!" Michael declared.
Miranda looked curiously at him.
"I guess with someone from the psychiatric ward?" She suggested.
"No, with a nurse. I'm her first doctor!" Michael said proudly.
Miranda gazed at him with knitted eyebrows.
"Is it possible? Is there such a nurse, yet? Dr. Sloan is in Seattle Grace for a long time." She hinted.
"She has cut him off. Even she has been headed a club united against Mark Sloan." Michael turned to his friend, "Yes Mark, I knew that as well. There are no secrets in the bed, my dear friend! I manage to make the women coughing up their mother's milk," he grinned, "Well, I have to go to assist Dr. Webber. Bye guys, see you later."
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Cristina stood in front of the board and stared wistfully all surgeries of Erica Hahn.
"Dr. Yang!"
Cristina startled, hearing that cold voice.
"Dr. Hahn?"
"In two hours I'm going to operate Mr. Donovan, are you interested in?"
Cristina didn't believe in her ears. She watched Erica with an opened mouth.
"Dr. Yang, did you hear me?" Erica asked again.
"I… I'm not sure…, if I comprehend correctly what you mean. You are inviting me watching your surgery… Oh, thank you very much." Cristina delighted.
"I want you to assist me." Erica clarified.
"You want me to assist you in your surgery?" Christina's voice sounded surprised.
"Yes." Erica confirmed shortly.
"Seriously?" Cristina exclaimed.
"Dr. Yang," Erica said coldly.
"I'm sorry Dr. Hahn. You have just surprised me so much. Thank you, I'm so excited. I don't know what to say. Thank you, Dr. Hahn."
"I'll wait for you to discuss all details in an hour." Erica said.
"To discuss all details?" Cristina repeated, "Oh sure… I'll be there!" Cristina hurried to say.
"See you then!"
Cristina stared at her back.
"Oh my God! Sex? Orgasms? This is much better than that!" She grinned.
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"Hey, Izzie!"
Izzie cursed quietly. That voice sent cold shudders down her back.
"Callie?" Izzie tried to sound indifferent.
Callie grabbed her arm and marched her off somewhere. They stopped near the nurse's station.
"Do you think that might be that one over there?" Callie indicated a young intern.
"That one what?" Izzie asked astonishingly.
"The wanton who sleeps with Mark." Callie replied.
Izzie stared at Callie with an opened mouth and she looked at the girl- brown hair, middle height behaved provoking.
"What do you think?" Caliie insisted.
"Well… I don't know…"
"Was she at the party last night?" Callie asked.
"Uh… I'm not sure…" Izzie hesitated.
"Of course you are not interested in Mark and you can't take notice of him with whom he has been at the party," Callie agreed.
Izzie swallowed.
"She's not responding to Mark's description," Callie argued, "but the men are so stupid regarding women. Sometimes they are attracted by women that we never even give the eye."
Izzie raised her eyebrows, hearing that.
"I want to say, if you were a man would you fall in love with that girl?" Callie corrected herself.
"Well… it's difficult to say… I…" Izzie felt awkward.
"Look at her, she has no sex appeal, her legs are crooked, her hair is miserable and if you peer you can see that she has squint-eyed."
"Don't you think you exaggerate too much?" Izzie asked carefully.
"Nonsense! Look at her! Only Mark could give the eye to her."
Mark Sloan passed beside them.
"Ladies!" He greeted them, winking at Izzie secretly.
"Dr. Sloan." Izzie looked at him making a face.
"Oh, Dr. Sloan. We have just talked with Dr. Stevens about that intern there. What is your opinion about her by the eye of a man?" Callie demanded.
Mark directed his eyes to the young intern.
"It's not bad. And what is your opinion like a woman, Dr. Torres?"
She got the challenge.
"I have never paid attention to her!" Callie confessed.
"Right. She is not your type." Mark smirked.
Callie gazed at him with a bad look and decided to storm.
"What is your type Dr. Sloan?" Callie asked ironically.
"My type? Well…" He slipped his eye over Izzie's body, "Dr. Stevens is my type." Mark shot.
Izzie kept her breath, blushing. She immediately dropped her eyes down.
Callie grinned.
"Well you should continue dreaming!" She advised him.
Mark chuckled. Izzie didn't dare to lift her eyes up.
"Hey, is that she?" Callie exclaimed when a perky nurse passed beside them and threw a dirty look to Mark.
"I don't know. Does she respond to my type?" Mark raised eyebrows after he looked carefully the nurse.
"Of course not! But you lost your mind totally, and I have much trust in you."
"Well… this girl has a great ass," Mark smirked staring after the nurse.
Izzie looked at him questionably. Mark smiled and winked at her again.
"But… it's not enough!" He added without removing his eyes from Izzie.
"Oh, don't tell me that she is?" Callie exclaimed seeing Dr. Sidney Heron to come into the view with her usual happy smile.
"Hey Dr. S where is the other Dr. S?" She asked briskly.
"Dr. S?" Callie and Izzie repeated together exchanging puzzled glances.
"Sidney, how are you? I haven't seen you for a long time." Mark said cheerfully.
"Dr. S it's not so long time…" Sidney gave him a playful eye and continued to her way.
"Well Dr. S is that your mysterious woman?" Callie asked sarcastically.
"You tell me!"
"I think she is responding to an only one feature – she is kind." Callie burst out laughing, "Are her lips sweet as a honey?"
Mark bent to Callie and whispered.
"I have a suggestion. Why don't you start to kiss every woman from the hospital may be this is the way to find her out!" He grinned.
"Shut up!" Callie angrily said.
"Did you see how lucky you are that you have never involved with him?" Callie said to Izzie.
"You don't have any idea how lucky I'm…." Izzie mumbled and smiled to herself.
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"Damned, all on call rooms are busy. What the hell has come over everybody? These are rooms for people, who need rest!" Mark angrily said.
"Well and you used them for other needs not long ago," Derek reminded him, rubbing his eyes.
"I need to sleep now. I'm so tired." Mark yawned.
"Me too!"
"You should think about the consequences before provoking that vigorous earthquake last night." Mark grumbled.
"What do you want from me? You also have given your contribution to the earthquake as much as me." Derek snapped him.
"You can't control yourself!" Mark accused him.
"I had a birthday." Derek justified.
"I'm sure whole Seattle knew that!" Mark said ironically.
Women giggle made Mark and Derek to turn their heads. They saw Meredith and Izzie chatting and laughing cheerfully a little way of them.
"Why are they looking so fresh?" Mark asked.
"Are these the same women with who we have spent the night?" Derek frowned.
"Look at them. They look great! Look at us. We are crap!" Mark observed.
"Maybe we are getting old." Derek suggested.
'What? As soon as we hold sex all the night so that means we are in perfect shape." Mark calmed him.
"Before we looked like them on the next day after sex all night." Derek noticed.
"Do you want to make me feel worse?" Mark angered.
"No, I just notice." Derek justified.
"You think we are old?!"
"No we are just men of mature years with young women." Derek smiled.
"Oh man, that sounds disgusting!" Mark exclaimed.
"That sounds great!" Michael ejaculated, leaning his back on the desk.
Derek and Mark sighed.
"Guys, I have a meeting tonight! God, that dame is crazy about me!" Michael chuckled.
"Apparently she is." Derek nodded.
"Tell me some nice place where I can take her?" Michael begged.
"Wherever you take her, she is yours!" Mark commented.
"Oh yeah! I'm really good….but I have a problem!" Michael confessed.
"What's it?"
"I'm crumbled."
"Welcome to the club!" Derek laughed.
"All on call rooms are busy. Is that possible?" Michael wondered.
"In Seattle Grace Hospital, YES!" Derek said.
"Huh? Guys, Richard crumbles you of work!" Michael noticed.
"It is not Richard. The women here crumble us!" Mark clarified.
"Let's close the eyes somewhere," Derek offered.
"Where?" Mark and Michael asked together.
"I have an idea…" Derek smirked.
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"Hey, have you seen Mark?" Izzie asked.
"And you, Derek?" Meredith questioned.
"No, I have paged Mark many times, but I didn't get any answer." Izzie explained.
"I did the same with Derek, but nothing." Meredith nodded.
"Dr. Stevens, Dr. Grey," Olivia closed them.
"What's up?"
"Do you know where is Dr. Hudson.?" The nurse asked in an awkward tone.
"No we don't." They answered.
"I've paged him, but he didn't answer me." Olivia told them.
Izzie and Meredith exchanged puzzled glances.
30 minutes later
"I checked all on call rooms, there is no the slightest trace of them." Meredith reported.
"I checked all nurse's rooms there is no trace of Mark." Izzie smirked, "I guess that's good." She added cheerfully.
"Where could they be?" Meredith wondered.
"I have no clue." Izzie replied.
More 30 minutes later
"Only one place left." Meredith said.
"They are not interns." Izzie protested.
"But they are tired, as much as interns." Meredith notified.
Izzie and Meredith headed towards the place where when they were interns spent their free time, and where they managed to snatch a little sleep.
"Poor them!" Izzie exclaimed.
Mark and Derek were sprawled over two stretcher trolleys. They were fast asleep on their stomachs. Near them Michael Hudson slept too.
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In the evening on the same day
Izzie felt some hot breath and soft kiss on her neck while she was filling charts up at the nurse's station.
"How is my working girl?" He asked tenderly.
"Tired…"
"Really? Look at me, how fresh I'm although all the night sex?"
"Mark, I saw you sleeping on the stretcher trolley." Izzie smiled.
"Uh? I was just a little bit tired and took a nap." He justified.
"You were so cute, while were sleeping." She told him.
'I thought, I'm much cuter when I'm fully awake." Mark smirked.
"Actually… you are cute all the time." Izzie admitted.
"Is that the same girl who has been calling me an ass, asshole and all sort of things?" He wondered.
Izzie laughed.
"I see you are swamped with paper work. Do you need help?" Mark asked kindly.
"No." Izzie answered.
"When do you think you are going to finish here?"
"Well… I think to finish right now." Izzie said.
"What about all these charts?" Mark curiously asked.
"I have interns." Izzie said with an impish smile.
Mark raised his eyebrows with astonishment.
"Hmm, from whom do you learn?" He questioned.
"From the best one." Izzie grinned.
"Dr. Stevens you are quick to grasp." Mark praised her, "It's no chance that you have always been my favorite."
"I've been your favorite, uh?"
"Yep. You should not be surprised of that. You are notable person." Mark gave her his McSteamy's face.
"How I'm notable? Oh yes, don't tell me. I know blond hair, long legs, big boobs…" Izzie couldn't continue, because Mark interrupted her.
"There is no denying exactly that impressed me very much, but you have many other features that makes you one and only!" He said softly.
Izzie smiling stared at him.
"Mark if I don't kiss you now, I'll die." Izzie confessed.
"I don't want you to die, not and because of that."
"Then let's hurry up, I'm going to change." She informed.
"Can I come with you?" Mark asked with hope.
"In resident's locker room?" Izzie raised brows.
"I've always dreamed about getting in there, and watching you how you take your clothes off." Mark slipped an eye over her body.
"You are kidding?" Izzie burst out laughing.
"I'm not." Mark replied with a serious voice.
"Wait me in the car." She ordered.
"Any chance?" He insisted.
"No." Izzie firmly said.
"Hurry up then" Mark sighed," I'll take you in one great restaurant." He announced.
"Actually, I've some idea about this evening." Izzie bit her lips seductively.
"Is that so?"
"We'll go in my place and I'll care about your tiredness…" Izzie offered.
"In Meredith's house?" Mark looked at Izzie terrified, "Not and tonight. I can't handle one more night in a ship or on an airplane. We are going in my place. One night quaking is enough." He declared.
"I didn't take other clothes." Izzie protested.
"You don't need them." Mark grinned.
"Mark, I'm at work tomorrow, I can't wear the same clothes." She explained.
"Ok, we'll go to Meredith's' to take some clothes and what you need, after we are going in my place. We'll order some food from the hotel's restaurant.
"Mmm mmm, I like it." Izzie smiled.
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Izzie passed throughout Meredith's house like fury, taking what she needed and soon Mark and Izzie were at the hotel's lobby waiting for the elevator.
"We don't get stuck in the elevator, don't you?" Izzie asked suspiciously.
"I hope so." Mark smiled.
The elevator opened its doors. They stepped inside.
"On which floor is your room?" Izzie asked before the doors closing.
"On 5th." He replied.
"You are kidding!" Izzie exclaimed.
"I'm not kidding." Mark replied seriously.
"I'm getting off." She announced.
"Izzie?"
"We'll go upstairs." She said firmly.
"Seriously?!"
Izzie's countenance made Mark sigh.
"All right. We are going to use the stairs." He agreed.
Mark got out of breath while they were climbing the upstairs.
"You want to see me completely exhausted." Mark complained.
"You never exhaust yourself so easily," Izzie smirked, "and I'll care about you."
"Is that need physical work?" He showed some interest.
"Not exactly. I would say the very reverse!" She smiled mysteriously.
"I have a question. Would we have to go upstairs every time when we are going to come here?"
"You could change your room with some other on different floor." Izzie offered.
"Why should I change my room? I feel great there. I'm in this room since I came in Seattle."
"You have a thing to the room?"
"Of course not. It's just…" He paused, because felt Izzie's eyes staring at him persistently.
"It's better to change my room." Mark sighed.
He put his key card to unlock the room. The door opened and they got inside. Mark switched on the lights. Izzie's mouth opened.
"Wow! This is… this is… Oh my God this is not a room, this is the whole apartment. You even have a kitchen!" Izzie was running around, Mark leaned his shoulder on the door's frame enjoying her happy smile.
"Mark, your bed is big as much as my room. You even have a living room. Is that the bathroom? Can I see it?"
"Sure," Mark smiled cheerfully. He heard gleeful exclamations from the bathroom.
"Meredith's house is smaller than your bathroom. Wow there is a Jacuzzi!"
"We should enjoy it only this evening, because tomorrow I'll change the room." Mark informed her.
"Actually, I could take the risk to get in the elevator with you." Izzie smirked.
"Would you do it?" He directed towards her with slow steps.
"I love taking the risk," Izzie playfully rolled her eyes. Mark cupped her face with his hands and bent to kiss her lips. Izzie moaned into his mouth.
"I've dreamed about your lips all day long," He said in the midst of the kiss, "I missed you."
"I missed you too." Izzie mumbled.
"Shall I order the dinner?" Mark asked caressing her hair.
"Not yet." Izzie said mildly. "This evening you are going to relax, the dinner could wait."
"Is that includes dirty?" He hoped.
"Could become …"
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Mark and Izzie made themselves comfortable in the Jacuzzi with a plenty of spume and a lot of wine. Izzie rested her back over Mark and her head touched his chests. He kissed her shoulders, her neck, and his hands caressed every corner of her body.
"How is it possible you to be so perfect?" Mark mumbled with his husky voice, "Every part of your face and your body is on the right place and your proportions are more than refined."
"Yeah, this is the risk to go out with a plastic surgeon." Izzie laughed.
"You impressed me since the first time I saw you." He whispered into her ear.
Izzie smiled pleased.
"Do you remember when we worked together for the first time?" Mark inquired.
"Yes… Frank." Izzie smiled cheerfully reminding this patient.
"You touched his chests…and those of Karev." Mark said dryly.
"Yes, and you got in the room at that moment, you should see your face," Izzie caressed his hands.
"Can I tell you something?" Mark asked.
"Sure you can." Izzie encouraged him.
"I was mad." He confessed.
"You were mad?" Izzie astonished.
"Yep, I was jealous at that moment… not from Frank, from Karev. I wanted to be in his place."
Izzie laughed. She kissed his hand.
"Then you were attached to him." Mark reminded her.
"Yes, and he was attached to you."
"Actually Karev would become a great plastic surgeon." He admitted.
"Do you think so?"
"Yep, he has a sense of beauty."
"Exactly like you." Izzie observed.
"What was the reason you and Karev to separate?" Mark was curious.
"He cheated on me." Izzie replied.
"Seriously?! He cheated on you?! With whom? Pamela Anderson?" He laughed.
"No, with Olivia."
"Olivia? Nurse Olivia?" Mark didn't believe in her ears.
"Yes with her." Izzie confirmed.
"What?" He burst out laughing.
"It's not funny, Mark!" Izzie angered.
"I'm sorry, but I can't believe it. Surely he still regrets for you." Mark suggested.
"I don't know, but that was before, it's already past. Should we talk about Alex now?" Izzie raised her eyebrows.
"No. I don't want him with us at that moment. But that nurse Olivia is a dangerous girl." He notified.
"Why?" She questioned.
"She has enmeshed Hudson. She absolutely drove him mad!" Mark explained.
"Seriously?"
"Yes and she has told him that he is the first doctor with whom she has had sex with."
"Why she has said that?" Izzie astonished.
"I don't know but that stupid believes to her without reservations."
"Poor Dr. Hudson!" Izzie exclaimed.
'Do you take pity on him?" Mark asked.
"I feel sorry for him. He is not that bad. Yes he is annoying, boring person, but he is not a bad guy."
"Do you find something nice in every person?" He questioned, removing her hair to reveal her neck. Mark slid his tongue behind her ear.
"I just believe that there are no bad people, or if someone behaves in a way we don't like there should be a reason. I think that Dr. Hudson really believes that you and Derek are his friends. He believes that all women like him, that he is great. Mark, he believes in all he says. Dr. Hudson is a very lonely person and his job is all that he has. I hope Olivia not to disappoint him." Izzie sighed.
"I hope too. And you are… lovely. I'm amazed by you." He bit her earlobe tenderly.
"Really?" Izzie asked hoarsely.
"Mmm…," Mark kissed the skin of her neck, "Are you already hungry? Shall I order food?"
"Wait a little bit more…" Saying that, Izzie came out of the Jacuzzi and wrapped a towel around her body. She bent down and kissed Mark.
"Come in the bedroom after 5 minutes." Izzie whispered.
He stared at her filled with admiration.
Mark's bedroom was decorated with aromatic candles, and Izzie stood before the bed smiling. Mark kept his breath.
"Lie down on the bed!" She ordered.
Mark smirked.
"Have I mentioned recently that you are great?" He asked.
"Even if you have done it, I love to hear it."
"I have a feeling that you will hear it often." Mark assured her.
Mark lied in the bed on his stomach; Izzie was on top of him, massaging his muscled back.
"O, God, that feels so good!" He mumbled.
"Do you like it?" Izzie asked.
"To like me? I would die of pleasure. You don't have any idea what effect your hands have on me. Oh… Izzie!"
She smiled. Izzie was slipping her hands over his shoulders then down his back, then his waist…
"That oil, isn't some aphrodisiac? The smell is… so good." Mark huskily said.
"You don't need any aphrodisiac." Izzie laughed.
"Right, only seeing you and I'm ready." He chuckled, "Oh, Ah…" These were the only sounds which were escaping from Mark's throat, "God, where have you learned to do it?" He asked.
"Well… it just comes natural to me."
"Izzie, you are God's gifted person in many fields… Your hands are magic…" Mark concluded.
"What would you say about my lips?" Izzie began to cover his back with soft kisses.
"Oh… they are… they drives me crazy…"
"Is that bad?" She asked in his manner.
"No…at all." Mark mumbled.
The passion with that they made love, left Mark and Izzie exhausted and they fell asleep.
Few hours later
Mark and Izzie jumped startled at the same moment feeling that there was someone in the bed. Before they could make whatever movement and could say something, someone took a place between them.
"I have a problem."
"Cristina!" Izzie shouted.
"How did you get in?" Mark recovered very fast.
"Using the door." Cristina replied.
"How did you unlock the door? My key card is here." Mark asked again.
"I'm the cute sister who is coming from New York to surprise her brother .By the way the girl from the reception is pretty sexy, you haven't slept with her, have you?" Cristina turned to Mark.
"Of course not." He hurried to say.
"What are you doing here?" Izzie asked angrily.
"I've a problem… a big problem!" I'm in a trouble! Erica Hahn is in love with me." Cristina announced.
"Oh God!" Mark held his head with hands and rested his head on the pillow.
"What are you talking about?" Izzie exclaimed.
"Today she came to invite me to assist her, and she left me to make all the surgery on my own. Do you understand, Erica Hahn left me Cristina Yang to do the surgery? Then she said that I'm really good and she would be glad if we work together in a future. In the evening at Joe's she wanted to buy me a drink. All the evening Hahn looked at me with desire!" Cristina told them.
Mark cursed and covered his head with a pillow.
"I don't want to know more!" He mumbled.
"Cristina, may be you are wrong?" Izzie suggested.
"I'm not wrong and I'm talking seriously. She falls to me." Cristina declared.
Izzie looked at her frowning.
"Couldn't you wait until the morning to tell me that?" She asked.
"No, I needed to tell you now!"
"Why us?" Mark murmured beneath the pillow.
"I went to Meredith's, but Shepherd has begun to lock their bedroom's door." Cristina explained.
"Great idea! Good for him!" Mark commented.
"You are my friends. How I could listen to you all the time. Now and I need someone to listen to me."
"Good God!" Mark sighed.
"Cristina, you cannot barge in somebody else's room in that way." Izzie remarked.
"It's not somebody else's room; it's my brother's room." Cristina smirked.
"God, who could believe in that dullness! We even don't look alike!" Mark angered.
"Yes, because you have been adopted." Cristina informed.
"What?"
"In case that the girl from the reception asking." Cristina clarified.
"I can't believe that is happening. It's a nightmare!" Mark said.
"Nightmare? You are with two girls in the bed. I think this is a dream! Cristina corrected him.
"Aren't you my sister?" Mark reminded.
"Well, we are a modern family!" Cristina chuckled.
"I'm going to sleep on the sofa!" Mark announced. He got up, covering his naked body with a sheet.
"My brother is very cute, isn't he?" Cristina asked Izzie, snickering.
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"What shall I do?" She asked.
"Cristina, are you sure?"
"Yes Izzie, I'm. All the evening she was watching me with a dirty look at Joe's. Hahn made me so many compliments. Why all this is happening to me?"
"May be it's your imagination?" Izzie suggested.
"It's not my imagination. She really falls to me."
"I don't know what to say. If Erica falls to you would be awful. Callie would be broke."
"Callie?!"
"Yes, I'm with Mark, and Erica falls to you…. Oh, God!" Izzie exclaimed.
"Oh, God!" Cristina repeated.
"What are we going to do?" Izzie asked.
"Are you asking me? I've a problem! I can't think more. It's a big mess!"
"Ok we'll think about that tomorrow." Izzie agreed.
"Fine." Cristina settled herself between the beddings.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm going to sleep." Cristina replied calmly.
"You'll sleep here?"
"Why not? It's late and I'm tired."
Izzie stared at Cristina who made comfortable in the bed.
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"Hey, can I sleep here?" Izzie asked.
"Sure, come here." Mark said softly.
"Cristina is in the bed." Izzie told him.
"Maybe it's not a bad idea to change the room." He smiled.
Izzie cuddled in his embrace on the sofa. Mark buried his face in her hair, wrapping his hands around her body.
"Good night, Izzie."
"Good night, Mark."
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On the next morning
A smell of coffee made Mark and Izzie open their eyes.
"Good morning, darling loves!" Cristina greeted them with a happy smile.
"Oh shit. Is she still here?" Mark cursed and buried his head under the pillow.
"I'm here and would you be more kind with your little sister, please?" Cristina giggled, and exclaimed, "Hey, is that my coffee machine?"
"It is." Mark confirmed.
"That coffee machine, which I wanted so much, and you gave it to him?" Izzie said.
"Did you see, it was in vain to be so angry with me? Now you have a coffee machine and….a sex machine." Cristina sniggered.
"I'm going to take a shower," Mark announced, "Izzie, please give me the towel, my sister wants to see my ass." He hissed.
"I'm not interested in." Cristina calmed him.
"Where you took that t shirt from?" Mark asked seeing Cristina to wear a well-known blouse.
"It's yours." She smiled innocently.
"What?"
"It's better to go to take a shower." Izzie pushed him towards the bathroom."God, I'm not pregnant but I have already two children." She said to herself.
After Izzie took a shower too, she dressed up and waited for Mark. He came and looked at Cristina frowning.
"Don't you dress?" He asked.
"Can I stay here, my shift starts in 4 hours? I love your place." Cristina gave him a winning smile.
"No." Mark firmly said.
"Please…" Cristina begged.
Mark looked at her and sighed.
"Don't touch anything!" He advised her.
"Oh, thank you! My brother is great, don't you think?" She turned to Izzie.
"Can I use the Jacuzzi?" Cristina asked, before Mark and Izzie left.
"No! You can't!" He shouted.
20 minutes later, Mark's hotel room
Cristina heard knocking on the door.
"Finally the room service is coming." She wrapped the towel around her body, because she has just used the Jaccizzi.
Cristina opened the door.
"Callie?"
Callie Torres stood stunned.
"You?!"
"I suppose you wouldn't believe if I tell you that he is my brother….."