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Mark parked his car in front of the hospital. He switched off the engine and turned a head to Izzie, staring at her eyes. Mark stretched a hand behind her head and slowly pulled her toward his mouth. He kissed her deeply and passionately. For an endless moment both have forgotten where they were found.
"What are you doing with me, Izzie? You really drive me crazy with this blond mare and those incredible eyes. Where have you been hidden from me all these years?" Mark asked hoarsely.
Izzie's heart started beating wildly.
"You want to distract me before work and to think for nothing else except for you, uh?" She complained.
"You dream about your boss during work…mmm... mmm it's very unprofessional, Dr. Stevens." He observed.
"You do the same, Dr. Sloan… You dream about some beautiful, gorgeous, sexy, smart and kind resident all the time," Izzie smirked.
"It is, I admit it. I can't think for anything else, only for you, these great lips, these beautiful eyes, this cute nose, and these soft mischievous curls," Mark paused for a moment, sliding his eyes over Izzie's body, "and for these hot breasts which excite me so much."
"Does it mean you want only my body?" Izzie asked.
"I wouldn't say only…. But I have to recognize that the thought about it prevails in my mind in some way."
Izzie laughed.
"Well the thought for my hot naked body will keep you warm until the evening." She calmed him, caressing his cheek.
"It will be a long day." Mark sighed.
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Meanwhile Mark's hotel room
"I can't believe I see you half naked in Mark's hotel room." Callie tried to breathe deeply.
"Should I be offended?" Cristina wondered.
"I was sure that something happens between you and him. Yeah, I knew it!" Callie ejaculated.
"Really?"
"Yes, I've seen you two so many times whispering in the dark corners. I said to Erica, but she told me that was impossible." Callie mused.
Cristina bit her lips, hearing Erica's name.
"You are my friend. How could you do this? You and Mark? God!"
"Why don't you calm down?" Cristina offered.
"What?" Callie angered, "Don't tell me to calm down! You are a liar! Liar!" Callie screamed.
"I'm not a liar. It's not what you think about." Cristina tried to explain, but without any success.
"Oh no, no please!" Callie shook her hands in the air, "Don't even try to deny it. Is he here?"
"He is not here. He came out." Cristina replied.
"I see, he went to work and his sweetheart has stayed at his luxury apartment… Cool!" Callie laughed nervously.
"I haven't believed you might be go mad so much." Cristina admitted.
"Don't make a fool of me!" Callie advised her, "But just wait to find out that bastard!"
"Listen," Cristina began carefully, "I have a question."
"You have a question?" Callie repeated angrily.
"What would make you feel less angry? Knowing that Mark Sloan is in love with me, or that Erica Hanh is in love with me?"
"Erica?" Callie frowned.
"Yes, I know about you and Erica."
"Of course Mark shares his bed with you, why doesn't he tell you everything about people' secrets between the beddings." Callie said sarcastically.
"He didn't tell me that in the bed…" Cristina murmured.
"I don't want to see you, Cristina Yang!" Callie declared and headed towards the elevator, furiously pushing the button.
"I guess my great morning is finished." Cristina sighed, closing the door.
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Izzie has changed into scrubs and was just about to leave the locker room, when she ran into Callie Torres at the door.
"Where is that son of a bitch? Have you seen him?" She asked irritably.
"Who?" Izzie asked astonishingly.
"Mark Sloan the biggest asshole of the world."
"Uh? You are looking for him in the resident room?" Izzie wondered.
"Doesn't he go out with a resident?"
Izzie felt how her legs became weak.
"Callie, I want to explain you…" Izzie couldn't continue because Callie interrupted her.
"I know who his girl is!" Callie announced.
"I'm sorry Callie, I…couldn't tell you…" Izzie stammered.
Callie was so out of rage that she didn't hear Izzie at all.
"Can you imagine that his beautiful, gorgeous, smart and kind girl is Cristina?"
Izzie opened her mouth with surprise.
"Cristina?!" Izzie exclaimed.
"Yes, Cristina Yang! I can't believe it, I mean I had suspicions."
"You had suspicions?" Izzie repeated.
"Yes but Erica dissuaded me. Did you know about them?" Callie inquired.
"I…" Izzie was confused.
"Yeah, so I thought. She has lied to you too." Callie concluded, "Cristina knew that I want to know who the girl with Mark is, but she was playing her role perfectly, pretending that she doesn't know anything. God, I was so stupid. Mark entered her in all his surgeries. He stood behind her back again and again."
Izzie watched Callie, biting her lips terrified. She didn't know what to say or what to do.
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"We have a problem." Cristina announced. She stood in Mark's way. Mark stopped walking and shook his forefinger menacingly before her face.
"Last time when I heard these words, you ruined one of the greatest moments in my life!" He reminded to her.
'I didn't know sleeping is one of the greatest moments in your life!" Cristina said with ridicule.
"In that moment was! You came into my room, you occupied my bed…." Mark couldn't continue because Cristina interrupted him.
"Look I don't have time to listen about your properties. We have a problem!" Cristina repeated again with a serious countenance.
"We?" He raised his eyebrows.
"Callie came into your room and she saw me…."
"Oh, well, well, well! The sweet lovers…. Look at them, Dr. Stevens. Aren't they a great couple?" Callie asked ironically. She stood before Mark and Cristina with an oily smile. Izzie stayed next to her paled.
"What?" Mark puzzled.
"Don't play the fool! The game is over. I know everything!" Callie hissed.
"You know?" Mark frowned.
"You thought that I wouldn't know who she is. God, you are… I couldn't even find the words which to say who you are indeed. How did you manage to get her in your bed? Oh, yes I know as you take her at every good surgery. What about you? Are you sleeping with him because of that? I had a very high opinion of you."
Mark folded his arms over his chests and stared at Callie scowling.
"What are you talking about?" He was perplexed.
"Stop pretending you don't understand. I know who the girl with the beautiful eyes, a soft hair and lips sweet as a honey is. It's Cristina!"
"Oh thank you!" Cristina chuckled.
"Callie, where did you get that idea from? Me and Cristina?"
"She was in your room this morning, wearing only a towel." Callie informed.
"You have used the Jacuzzi?" Mark turned to Cristina.
"I couldn't resist to that temptation." Cristina confessed.
"Haven't I told you not to do it?" Mark asked.
"You wouldn't know if she didn't blunt it out."
"Hey stop that. All the morning I'm listening your quarrel." Izzie involved herself.
Callie looked at her.
"So you have known about them and you have covered them up."
"Callie, it's not Cristina." Izzie said.
"What and you? It's not necessary to hide them."
"Callie, listen to me! It's not Cristina," Izzie paused for a second, taking a deep breath, "It's me."
"What?" Callie looked at her. Izzie swallowed.
"I'm with Mark. Cristina came last night when Mark and I were going to bed, because she… ah…uh… she had a problem. We came out early this morning, but Cristina remained in Mark's hotel room."
Callie stood puzzled. She tried to say something but no sound escaped from her mouth. The three of them were looking at her in expectation of her reaction.
"You have agreed to confuse me, haven't you?" She mumbled.
"Callie, we didn't arrange anything. You create your own fiction stories. I'm not with Cristina. Everything what Izzie said is true."
Callie stood in silence watching Mark and Izzie.
"No… It's not possible…" She murmured.
"What's not possible, Callie?" Mark asked.
"You and Izzie Stevens… She… You. Oh my God!" Callie exclaimed and ran as fast as she could.
"Callie?!" Izzie called after her.
"What a big mess!" Cristina observed, "As soon as she reacted about you in that way, what would happen if she knew about Erica." Cristina wondered.
"Izzie leave her!" Mark grabbed Izzie's arm.
"No. Mark please, I need to talk with her." Izzie bolted after Callie, who got in the on call room, slamming the door. Callie threw to the bed and leaned her forehead over her knees. Izzie opened the door slowly and carefully. She peered inside the room.
"Callie, let's talk!" Izzie asked quietly. Callie said nothing. Izzie stepped in and closed the door behind her.
"I'm sorry; I didn't tell you but…"
"But what? You wanted to make a fool of me for second time. Well congratulations! You did it! There is another man who prefers you than me. Because you are beautiful, sexy, gorgeous, kind, smart, your hair is soft, your eyes are beautiful your skin is creamy and your lips are sweet as a honey. This is Dr. Isobel Stevens, who the men become crazy only when see her."
"Callie you are wrong! I've never wanted to make a fool of you. I know how I hurt you sleeping with George and believe me I'm so sorry."
"Why don't you save me your stupid regrets? I wonder how I could be so foolish. Of course that should be you, who other could be…All the time you were before my eyes… Certainly you have been burst your sides with laughter, while I was talking about him and his mysterious girl…"
"I didn't tell you because I was embarrassed. Callie, in this case I didn't lie to you. You and Mark are not married; you even are not a couple. You just have had sex."
"I see you have made a careful study of our relationship. Did he say it that?"
"Did he lie to me?"
Callie looked at her but said nothing. She removed her eyes away from Izzie.
"I know you don't appreciate me, and may be you are right…"
"May be?" Callie raised her brows.
"Yes, I slept with your husband, who was my best friend and this is something for which I regret a lot. I'm sorry because I didn't hurt only you, but me and George too. I loved him as my friend, he was my person and I was afraid I could lose him because of you. Yes, I'm the biggest selfish person that you have ever known!"
Callie frowned.
"Since when you and Mark… "Callie stammered.
"Since the night when we've been stuck in the elevator," Izzie mumbled, "I've never imagined that anything could happen between me and Dr. Sloan… I mean Mark. I was confused and at the same time I felt something great. I tried to escape, but I couldn't. Do you remember the morning when we ran into each other at the corridor? I hid myself from him, but without success," Izzie smiled lightly, "I just want you to know that I didn't lie to you and I didn't mock with you. I'm sorry if you feel bad now because of me again. That wasn't intended. I… I really like him…," she paused for a moment then added, "very much."
Callie kept still. Izzie looked at her before leaving the room and nodded.
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Mark has seated in the cafeteria with his lap top and was evidently that he did something important, because when Derek took a seat next to him, Mark didn't pay any attention to his best friend.
"What are you doing?" Derek asked curiously.
"I'm looking for seclusion." Mark replied sharply.
"Uh? Why are you looking for seclusion?"
"Why? And still asking? I can't remain with Izzie in private even in my room. In the middle of the night Cristina rushed into my bedroom." Mark murmured.
Derek burst out laughing.
"Seriously?"
"If you please don't lock your bedroom next time." Mark advised him.
"Oh, you should used to with that. What can I say? I'm living with Meredith and all her friends in a house full with roommates. That what has happened to you last night, happened to me every night and day, and continue happening so." Derek complained.
"I don't have your patience. That's why I have intention to take Izzie in some place where there are no shaking beds and night's visits. I don't want to meet the down on the sofa again."
"You have slept on the sofa?" Derek chuckled.
Mark looked at him frowning.
"It's not funny."
"You to sleep on the sofa and some other to sleep in your bed… Oh yes absolutely it's not funny, but I find it fun."
"Then have great fun with my misery. But this evening I'll take Izzie somewhere no one would disturb us. Look here, a discreet hotel for your passion nights." Mark read.
"A discreet hotel sounds a place where the old gentlemen take their young mistresses…" Derek observed.
"Are you trying to say something?" Mark looked at him suspiciously.
"Of course not. I'm just saying for what such hotels are, in case that you don't know." Derek smirked.
"What would Izzie like? I want to find a place where she would feel well."
Derek stared at his friend with mysterious smile.
"I've never figured that out, I would see you in the situation to want to do something nice for some woman, barring the sex."
"Oh man, I feel great with Izzie. I've a feeling that she is my other part. When Izzie is close to me my whole being is filled with emotions." Mark confessed.
"Your foolish countenance proves that." Derek snickered.
"You better shut up!" Mark hissed.
"I'm glad for you. Let me see. I could help you." Derek offered.
"No, you can't see here." Mark covered his lap top with a hand.
"Why?"
"No other than me should know. I don't want you or any other to ruin my evening." Mark explained.
"I think you are suffering from paranoia."
"Probably with all these people around me."
"I'm your best friend and I have to know where you are going to spend the night."
"Why? To come and not to remain me to sleep."
"Oh c'mon, anyway you won't sleep."
"I want to find some quiet and romantic place." Mark said watching the monitor.
"God, the most romantic places were the on call rooms for you not so long ago. How did you change yourself suddenly?"
"I'm not changed, I'm the same. Just Izzie makes me to do things which I've never done before. I've never felt so great in the morning waking up to some woman, to watch her how she sleeps, holding her in my embrace and to feel so empty when she is not close to me."
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The emergency entrance of SGH
"What we have Dr. Bailey?" Izzie appeared, breathing hard. After her came Cristina.
"An ambulance taking a man with heavy burning wounds and great number of dismemberment. Are you ready?"
"Yes we are!" Izzie and Cristina confirmed. The ambulance arrived. The medical men took down the stretcher.
"Mathew Bradshaw, 33 years in consciousness. He was damaged by explosion. He is a fireman. Mr. Bradshaw has a lot of burning wounds over his body, some organs are affected. He is in steadily condition now."
"Ok, we take him." Miranda said.
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In an X-ray room
Mark Sloan and Erica Hahn examined Matthew Bradshaw's x-ray photographs.
"He needs urgent surgery. I should operate him." Erica notified.
"His wounds are too heavy. We couldn't put off the plastic intervention." Mark said.
'There's nothing to prevent us from making this surgery together," Erica observed.
"Great." Mark headed to the door, when Erica informed him.
"I want Yang ."
Mark turned a head.
"Since when you want her?" Mark asked with a devilish smile.
"What do you mean?" Erica asked dryly.
"You have changed totally your behavior to Yang recently. I wonder why?"
"You change your behavior every day to someone. I don't think I owe you any explanations about that. Especially to you. That is not your business Dr. Sloan!" Erica snapped him.
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A patient's room
"Mr. Bradshaw, this is Dr. Sloan. He will make the surgery together with Dr. Hahn." Miranda explained to the patient.
"Well Mr. Bradshaw let me see your burn wounds." Mark said, "It's good there is nothing on your face. You are lucky you might be damaged by this explosion very bad."
"Dr. Izzie do you think I'm lucky guy too?" Mathew turned to Izzie.
"Dr. Izzie?" Mark raised his eyebrows.
"Absolutely. You are a lucky guy. As Dr. Sloan said you might have damaged yourself much more badly. Dr. Sloan is the best plastic surgeon so you are in safe hands." Izzie smiled and looked at Mark, who winked at her secretly.
Mark took a seat next to the patient and began to treat his wounds before the surgery.
"I think that I'm lucky because I met you, Dr. Stevens." Mathew said watching Izzie amorously.
She blushed feeling Mark's astonishing eyes over her.
"If I knew that there were such beautiful doctors in the hospital I would visit you more often." Mathew chuckled.
Izzie smiled lightly, dropping her eyes down.
"It's not a good idea." Mark notified.
Miranda glanced at him curiously.
"I mean to visit the hospital," he justified.
"You are so beautiful. You don't answer to my expectations about a doctor. I've heard that usually the nurses are sexy, but you Dr. Izzie refute all facts. I like your eyes." Mathew didn't remove his eyes from Izzie. Mark looked at the patient frowning. Izzie confused glancing at Mark and then turned to Mathew Bradshaw.
"Thank you for your compliments, Mr. Bradshaw, but it's better not to talk much. You are distracting Dr. Sloan." Izzie advised him. Mark had a look at her saying nothing.
"Will you be there in the OR?" Mathew asked.
"Yes, I'll assist to Dr. Sloan." Izzie answered.
"That's great. As I know that you are there I would feel better. If something happens the last image I will remember and take with me away in the heaven will be yours."
"Don't speak like that. You'll be all right." Izzie calmed him, stealing a glance at Mark's grimly countenance.
"I extinguish fires so many years and I've rescued so many people from them, and now I'll burn out in my own flames of the love." Mathew smiled wryly.
Hearing that Mark stopped treating his wounds and gave him an angry look. Mathew continued staring at Izzie.
"I doubt Mr. Bradshaw." Izzie laughed.
"You have no doubt of my sincerity, Dr. Izzie. Izzie…..Izzie, your name sounds so sweet. How is your full name?"
"Isobel." She replied, glancing at Mark, who looked as black as thunder.
"Isobel…" Mathew repeated, "The meaning of Isobel is God's promise." He explained.
"From where you know about the meaning of my name?" She raised her eyebrows suspiciously.
"I'm interested in such things. I love reading." He replied.
"Dr. Stevens would you please help me here?" Mark broke into the conversation with a cold voice.
"Sure, Dr. Sloan." Izzie immediately did what Mark said to her.
"Do you have a boyfriend?" Mathew shot the question.
Izzie's heart started beating faster, and her hands trembled. She felt how Mark fixed his eyes on her.
"Mr. Bradshaw, this is a very personal question." Izzie said sharply.
"I know but I want to know what my odds are?"
"You've got none." Mark snapped him.
Mathew watched him.
"Dr. Stevens is taken." Mark clarified with a pleased smile.
Miranda scowled at Mark. Mathew sighed.
"So I thought. Your boyfriend is a lucky guy. You are a great girl. If some day he screws up, you can call me." Mathew grinned.
"I think you must arm yourself with patience. It is hardly Dr. Izzie's boyfriend to be so stupid to slip her away from him." Mark smirked, removing the gloves from his hands. He headed to the door passing beside Miranda, who gave him a bad eye.
"I hope you are going to be right, Dr. Sloan. I also have deeply doubts that her boyfriend would be so stupid to hurt her." She hissed.
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Izzie washed her hands at the sink, when she felt Mark's hot breath caressing her ear.
"Dr. Izzie, are you ready to assist me?"
"Dr. Izzie is always ready to assist you, Dr. Sloan." She smiled.
"You won't provoke fire in the OR, will you?"
"We have a firefighter." Izzie chuckled.
Mark knitted his brows.
"Yes, it's good for me to be near by to bring under control the feelings that you raise in the people." He grumbled.
"Mr. Bradshaw just made me a compliment." She explained.
"Compliment… He couldn't take his eyes off from you. He stared at you with that stupid look… and not to talk about these stock phrases. All that sucks."
"Well, you cut him off, saying him that I'm taken."
"Yes he and all who have a crush on you should give up all thought of you." Mark said firmly.
"Who is saying this?"
"Your boyfriend." He smirked and winked at her,"I'm waiting for you in the OR, Dr. Stevens."
Izzie's eyes lightened up of pleasure. Cristina stood at the sink next to her and began to wash her hands.
"Cristina, if you know…"
"If it's something about sex, I don't want to listen." Cristina advised her.
"No. Mark said that he is my boyfriend. God! Mark Sloan is my boyfriend. I have a boyfriend!" Izzie said euphorically.
Cristina sighed.
"How shall I put it? I'm not a cold- blooded person and I'm glad about you and your sexy boyfriend, but in that moment I have other fish to fry. According to you shall I take advantage of the situation with Hahn?"
"What means taking advantage?" Izzie confused.
"If Hahn falls to me whether I take advantage gaining scores in the OR? She invites me in every her surgery, she takes my advises. Hahn told me that she will introduce me in the cardiac's conference next month."
"Cristina, it's not ethical behavior."
Cristina stopped washing and looked at Izzie.
'It's not ethical behavior, is that so? Excuse me that I need to remind you but you can't serve as an example. You broke all sorts of ethical behavior. Denny Ducchette, you slept with a married man, now you are sleeping with your boss…"
"Cristina!"
"Sorry, I wanted to say your boyfriend is your boss.'
"Yes, but I didn't take advantage of any of my unethical behavior. Just the contrary."
"Well I'm a little bit unethical person. I just take advantage that someone falls to me. That's my moment. Dr. Hahn is my lucky bird, who alighted on my shoulder."
"The lucky bird, uh?"
"Yes she is my little lucky bird…"
"I hope you don't forget that your lucky little bird has other little bird and they have just built a nest."
"I don't think to encroach upon their new built nest. I just take the opportunity to rely on my charm…"
"Dr. Yang, Dr. Stevens all waiting for you." Nurse Olivia announced.
OR
"Let's start colleagues!" Erica called, "Dr. Yang please take my place."
"Yes, Dr. Hahn."
Mark and Izzie exchanged puzzled glances.
"Now Mr. Bradshaw we are going to put you to sleep." Olivia said kindly.
"Dr. Izzie."
"I'm here Mr. Bradshaw."
"You have hidden your hair under this cap and your beautiful eyes are covered with these glasses but your beauty can't be hidden. You'll be here all the time, won't you?"
"I'll be here during the whole surgery." Izzie confirmed.
"That would help me to have sweet dreams…" Mathew gave her a devilish smile.
"Sleep well, Mr. Bradshaw." Izzie said.
"Thank you, Dr. Izzie. I'm impatient to meet you in my dreams."
The surgery started. Mark stood behind Izzie, whispering into her ear.
"Dr. Izzie will you take care about my dreams tonight?"
"You won't dream Dr. Sloan. Everything what would happen to you will be real." She smiled seductively.
"And… when I fall asleep you will be there."
"I'll…"
"And… when I wake up you'll be in my embrace…"
"Yes…"
"My pants became smaller…" He admitted huskily.
"Dr. Sloan be careful not to soften your knees."
"I care only not to soften any others parts of my body."
"When you are with me that's impossible." Izzie smirked.
"Good answer Dr. Stevens."
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"Dr. Yang, you are born to be a cardio surgeon." Erica praised her.
This conclusion made all presents in the OR to lift their heads, staring at Dr. Hahn.
"This is my dream, Dr. Hahn." Cristina said meekly.
"So that means your dream becomes true. You have all features and the skill of a surgeon with big experience."
"Thank you for your evaluation, Dr. Hahn."
"My evaluation is real, Dr. Yang!"
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"O hell, she falls to her indeed." Mark exclaimed.
"She doesn't remove her eyes from Cristina." Izzie added.
The surgery was successful. Cristina received all ovations coping by her own under the vigilant eye of Dr. Hahn."
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"Well, Mr. Bradshaw, the surgery was successful." Izzie announced when the patient opened his eyes.
"Yes, very soon from your scars won't leave any traces behind. In a couple of months you may do your duties without problem." Mark explained, filling in patient's chart.
"Thank you." Mathew replied then turned to Izzie, "You didn't lie to me; you were there all the time."
Izzie smiled.
"Will you go out with me?" Mathew questioned.
'That wouldn't like to my boyfriend." Izzie confessed.
Mark lifted his eyes and took a glance at Izzie with an impish smile.
"I want to be in his place." Mathew sighed. "He is a lucky guy."
"And… I'm a lucky girl with him."
"So he is a good guy."
"He is." Izzie confirmed.
"Is he sexy?"
"Yep, he is really sexy." Izzie smiled.
"That means you would have gorgeous babies." Mathew concluded.
Mark stopped writing and Izzie dropped all instruments on the floor.
"I'm sorry." She excused, and her cheeks blushed. Izzie didn't dare to look at Mark.
"Well, presumably there is no chance he to screw up and I to take advantage. But my job is to rescue peoples' lives." Mathew grinned.
'He also rescues people's lives, Mr. Bradshaw." Izzie mysteriously smiled and came out of the room.
"Oh, she is adorable. I really envy to her boyfriend." Mathew confessed.
Mark hung the chart on the bed and put his pen in the scrubs' pocket. He looked at Mathew Bradshaw.
"Me too, Mr. Bradshaw. Now it's better you to get rest. And don't go too far with your dreams." Mark smirked.
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Izzie was in the locker room changing into her clothes, when someone opened the door. Izzie lifted her head and her eyes met those of Callie. Izzie kept her breath. Callie stepped to her.
"That what you feel to George, I feel to Mark. That evening you asked me if I have feelings to Mark. Yes, I have a feeling towards my best friend. Mark is a handsome man, but he is a great person as well. Few people could see him inside, but I know you are one of them."
Izzie was looking at Callie, her eyes filled with tears. Callie took a deep breath before continuing.
"I'm glad that exactly you are the girl in whom he is in love. I'm glad that it's not that whore the young intern, or that perky nurse or Sidney Heron, or no matter who. I'm glad that's you, because you can make him happy. Do it Izzie!"
Izzie bit her lips. Her tears rolled her cheeks down. She nodded smiling. Izzie couldn't talk. Callie smiled too and turned to leave, when hesitated for a moment and looked at Izzie again.
"And if you just try to separate me with my best friend, I'll kick your ass, Izzie Stevens!"
Izzie laughed.
"Thank you, Callie."
"You are welcome…. And hurry up he is waiting for you."
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Mark and Izzie came out of the hospital together. Mark took her hand, smiling at her. She replied to his smile. They were going to Mark's car holding their hands.
"Where are we going?" Izzie asked.
"Someplace where we will be alone and undisturbed."
"Do you believe that such a place exists?"
"I sweated a lot to find it out?"
"You are incredible person Mark Sloan, do you know that?" Izzie gave him a quick kiss.
"Would you say it again?"
"I would say it again and again."
"You may not like it." He suggested.
"Mark, for me is enough to be with you, the place doesn't matter." Izzie said softly.
He stared at her eyes. At that moment he was sure that he was lost without her. Mark opened the door of the car for Izzie to enter inside.
"I didn't know that you know Seattle and its suburbs." Izzie observed, while they were traveling.
"I'd say that I'm in a process of knowledge."
"I'm in a process of knowledge too…" Izzie chuckled.
"Of Seattle?"
"No of you." Izzie smiled, touching his hand.
Mark sighed.
"If you continue watching me like that… You are hampering me driving." Mark rebuked, trying to watch the road. Izzie grinned to her ability to upset his balance. She slid her eyes over his hands. Mark had great hands and the good thing was that he knew how to use them.
"Are we going a long way?" She inquired.
"No. We are going to arrive soon. I didn't want to retreat to a great distance. I prefer being in the bed all the morning with you, than on the road."
"All the morning? My shift starts at 7."
'I saw to it. Tomorrow your shift starts at 12.30 p.m."
Izzie raised her eyebrows astonishingly.
"Mmm, so tomorrow we are going to remain in bed all the morning, kissing, embracing, caressing and doing many other cool things." Izzie slipped her hand over Mark's leg, bending to kiss him behind his ear.
"You are risking your life as well as mine, if you don't leave me to drive at ease. Have you never seen the sign at the public buses: Don't speak with the driver?"
Izzie burst out laughing.
"I have deeply doubts that you have ever seen public bus much less to riding it."
"You little beast!" Mark gave a groan, "I'll give it you back hot and strong!"
"I rely on that." Izzie looked at him slyly.
His eyes darkened with desire.
"You drive me crazy, bell! Did you get it?"
"I get it." Izzie chuckled.
Soon Mark and Izzie arrived in a beautiful forest land and he parked his car ahead of a small nested hotel. It was calm and silent night, the air freshly smelled of pine.
"Mark, how did you find this place? It's great."
"Do you like it?"
"Yes as if we are far from the civilization and at the same time is near the home."
When Izzie and Mark got off the car, he grabbed her and kissed her lips.
"I want to remain with you for so long time," he moaned, "The whole day I was mad about you my beauty."
Izzie swallowed and replied to his kiss long and vehemently. Mark leaned Izzie against the car and pressed her with the weight of his body. He slipped his hand under her blouse touching her smooth skin.
"Until tomorrow exists only me and you." He whispered, biting her ear.
"That sounds promising." Izzie groaned, under the pressing of his body.
"I feel like a pirate who has just found the most valuable treasure and only remains to enjoy it." Mark said, kneading her breasts.
'Stop doing that. You are exciting me…" Izzie mumbled, trying slipping out of him. But Mark held her strongly.
"Stop now or I'll show you how the pirates make love." Izzie warned him. He laughed and set her free. Mark took her hand and they headed to the entrance.
"By the way, how the pirates make love? I'm burning with curiosity…"
"Once in a blue moon," she winked at him, "they have sex on rare occasions because do not happen often on their ship to get a woman." Izzie giggled.
"In the long run, I'm really lucky that I'm not a pirate, but a plastic surgeon. On my ship is full with women." He smirked.
"I'm lucky too, because on my ship also is full of men…"
"You should have more respect to your honored boyfriend, girl!" Mark remarked.
"You are neither honored neither inspired respect." Izzie chuckled and for that she received a slapping to her bottom. She jumped aside and swore to give that back to Mark at earliest opportunity. Both got in to the hotel's lobby. It was small and cozy. An old man welcomed them cordially with a wide smile. He gave them the key and showed the way to the room.
"I'm really impressed. I love that place."
"This is a small family run hotel, they takes in a small number of visitors which guarantee us for seclusion." Mark emphasized the last word. He put the key in the lock and turned it. The door opened and Izzie got in first.
"Oh, Mark there is a fireplace." She exclaimed joyfully.
The room was spacious with antique furniture and a fireplace before which has been outstretched bearskin. The fire roared, the logs bursting and all that made the atmosphere much more romantic. Mark locked the door taking his jacket off.
"I've ordered the dinner in the room, they will bring it soon." He stepped close to her, undressing her jacket slowly kissing a side of her bare neck, "We could make ourselves comfortable waiting for the dinner." Mark said quietly. She turned a head to face him.
"Mark…"
"What?"
"Nothing… " Izzie stared at him with a look saying much more than any words. They heard knocking on the door. Mark went to open it and an old lady greeted them affably bringing a trolley with many trays and bottle of nice Italian wine.
Mark and Izzie were seated in a small table at the fireside. She sipped from her wine, looking at him.
"What are you so thoughtful about?" She asked.
"I'm thinking about what would happen with us if we didn't get stuck in the elevator."
"I'm glad that we got stuck." Izzie giggled.
"Really?"
"Do you believe in the destiny?"
"Recently I muse over that," he sighed, "If wouldn't have slept with Addison, Derek wouldn't have come in Seattle, I wouldn't have follow him and I wouldn't have met you, Izzie Stevens.
"I'm glad I gained an intimate knowledge of you…" She smiled.
"I find it necessary to get to know each other at shorter range more deeply." Mark stood up, taking Izzie's arm. She got up and his lips were on millimeters close to hers.
"I've always been anxious to the communication," Izzie replied, taking Mark's sweater through his head off. He grasped the zip of her jeans, sliding it down.
"Let's then to begin with the acquaintance. We should catch up the time lost…" Mark smirked, touching her lips with his. His kisses were insistent and vehement. With one hand Mark held her tight towards his body and with the other one he has slipped under her top, caressing her breasts. His endearments made her to tremble of desire and passion. The skin of her face turned red and the peaks of her breasts have hardened up. Mark removed her top remaining it to fall down on the floor.
"I want to feel your body with my mouth…" Mark whispered ardently. He unclasped her bra and his lips started searching hungrily her nipples. Izzie's fingers found the buttons of his jeans and quickly got rid of them.
"Mark, please…" She mumbled without having any idea for what she pleaded him- not to inflame her feelings so much or to satisfy her as quickly as possible. Mark slid her bikini down her long legs, enjoying every quiver of her body. By each her gesture she showed him what a great desire and delight she felt. They pulled down on the floor before the fireplace as the fire casted back gleams on their bodies. Mark pressed his body to hers and his lips glided down her belly and her thighs. Izzie held his shoulders and her whole body shook of excitement. Hot waves poured her. Mark's tongue made his way towards Izzie's breasts while his hands were touching her inner thighs. She breathed heavily and moaned quietly.
"Izzie tell me that no other than me would touch and kiss your body," his voice sounded huskily.
"No one Mark… I want only you…" She stared at his eyes. Mark read sincerity and desire. The electricity that was running between them was with vigorous emotional intensity. Mark's eyes embraced her.
"Izzie, I've never felt that with woman until now.' He confessed still staring at her eyes.
"Oh, Mark… " A blissful contentedness ran on her body. When their bodies became one, Izzie moaned. They gave to each other with fervor and emotion. Izzie and Mark couldn't calm their bodies for long time when the climax came. Their bodies were sweating not only from the fiery with that they have made love and from the heat which was emitting from the fireplace. Before Mark separating his body from that of Izzie he kissed her tenderly touching her hair.
"Are we going to take a shower together?" He asked.
"You are reading my minds.' She relied.
Mark carried Izzie in his arms to the bathroom. They were embracing and kissing under the hot shower. Then both made themselves comfortable in the bath tub. Mark caressed her breasts and his mouth remained hot traces over her body.
"This bath tub is really excellent for overworked muscles and bending knuckles." He observed kissing Izzie behind her ear.
"You have an easy time of overworked muscles and such like. As far as I know I'm that who does all these acrobatic acts." She frowned.
"It should be mentioned that you are graceful and flexible…" Mark bit her earlobe, kneading her breasts.
"If you continue touching me there, and you should be forced to be flexible and graceful." She warned.
In that moment the lights in the bathroom switched off.
"Oh my God, what was that?" Izzie exclaimed.
"Don't worry. May be the power has been cut off. Such things happen often."
"I have heard it before..." She sighed.
"I'll bring candles; I saw it on the night stand." Saying that, Mark wrapped a towel around his waist. In the room was not too dark because the fire lightened it up whole. He lighted several candles. Izzie came out of the bath tub carefully and took a towel, wrapping it around her body. Someone knocked on the door. It was the owner of the hotel.
"Mr. Sloan, I'm sorry that I disturb you, but I want to inform you that there is a small failure but very soon the electricity will be on again." The man explained.
"Yeah, so we guessed."
"Do you need anything?"
'No, thank you. Everything is great."
"Good night."
Mark closed the door and turned to Izzie.
"Did you see there is nothing to worry about," Mark smiled.
"I wasn't scared."
"Weren't you?"
"No, as soon as I'm with you. I even would say that now is much more romantic." Izzie wrapped her hands around his neck. Mark bent his head to kiss her. Suddenly the door opened and someone entered inside with firm steps.
"Dear, I found candles." That voice made Mark and Izzie to turn their heads terrified.
"Dr. Webber!"
Richard lifted his head and a shock it was written all over his face. He has been dressed in dressing gown and held in his hands two candles.
"You? What…. Where is Adele? What are you doing in my room?"
"Ah… uh… this is our room, chief."
"God, I've mixed up the room… But … you… two?" Richard stuttered. He watched them dumbfounded.
"Dr. Webber…" Izzie was hiding herself behind Mark, holding the towel before her body.
"What… what are you doing here?" Dr. Webber asked.
"I guess the same what you and Adele…" Mark smirked.
"Me and Adele… uh… we came here to enjoy the calmness."
"We do the same…" Mark said.
"You two… you… No I don't want to know anything about your love life." Richard hurried to sneak out of the room.
"God, the chief saw us… It's so awkward."
"Believe me I have been in much more awkward situation some time ago, when my best friend nabbed me in the bed with his wife." Mark calmed her.
"That makes me feel much better." She said ironically, "Mark, didn't you lock the door?"
"I did it, but after the owner came evidently I've forgotten it." He remembered.
"Mark, Chief Webber saw me half naked!" Izzie ejaculated.
"We saw him too…," he smirked and added, "with dressing gown."
"Oh, I'm burning with shame."
"There is no hiding in this fucking damned town!" Mark cursed.
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They were almost asleep, when Mark moved and Izzie felt his arousal pressing against her thigh. She tried to fight against her tiredness and turned to him.
"Everything is ok, Iz! Now sleep…" He said softly.
"But…"
"Shhht…" He interrupted her. Mark embraced her and put her head over his shoulder, "For me is enough just to hold you in my hands."
The last thought of Izzie was that she loved that man.
When Izzie woke up on the next morning, she met Mark's eyes, darkened of desire. For a moment she stood still captivated of the tenderness in his eyes. Izzie felt him so close. She has been so obsessed of emotion and feelings that her eyes filled with tears. Izzie didn't want to ruin this moment but she didn't want also Mark to see her tears.
"Shan't we get up?" Izzie mumbled.
Mark's countenance changed immediately from passionately became ridiculous.
"To get up?" Mark repeated as if he didn't understand the meaning of that word.
"Don't you know we strain every muscle and force our bodies to take a vertical position?"
"But I prefer to remain in horizontal position." Mark whispered into her ear.
"Mmmm I'm sure…"
"Do you want coffee? I'm serving it in the bed." He asked kissing her neck.
"I can't say no to such invitation." Izzie admitted.
Mark stood up and went to the phone ordering some coffee. Izzie got out of the bed too, wrapping the sheet around her body.
"You are really charming with that Adam's suit but you are taking risk to get some pulmonary trouble." She observed.
"When Dr. Izzie is close to me – never!" Mark grumbled, slipping his hand under the sheet caressing her breasts. Then she beat him off unexpectedly and Mark staggered. Izzie slapped his bottom. He reacted immediately throwing himself on her and overturned her on the bed.
"So you want to nag at your guide, is that so?" Mark began to tickle her until he remained her breathless.
"Mark… no… please…"
After that appeal, Mark set her free.
"I'll teach you to have more respect from me, girl!" He helped her to stand up but when he turned his back to Izzie, she pinched him.
"And I'll teach you not to attack defenseless girls!"
Mark turned to her with a nasty look, but when he approached her she made the most innocent countenance.
"Am I guilty that your bottom makes me crazy…" She asked softly.
Mark moaned and admitted defeat. Then he took his towel and went to take the coffee.