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A/N: Before I begin, I must rant; I would like to curse out Ms. Rhimes. Izzie and George? Seriously? Seriously?! Do you want us to vomit! And I thought those soap opera's in Spanish were out there...! Ahhhhh! Anyway, Enjoy this grand finale! So ENJOY!!!
"Game of Love"
He didn't need an alarm. His body was attuned to the point that he was his own alarm. So as he grumbled and moved to stand up to go the bathroom, something felt unusual. Well, out of the ordinary anyway. His chest was heavy, and he swore he heard another person's nice, even breaths. He mentally cursed himself, wondering why he hadn't sent packing whatever girl he had over last night. But it only took a second for his mind to catch up with his body, and the blond locks were only a further reminder that this was no ordinary girl.
"Stevens," he muttered. At his voice she only shifted and buried her head further into his chest.
His lips turned up into a smile and he chuckled quietly when she did this. He then chastised himself 'What's wrong with you Sloan!'
He tried moving, to get out from under her, but not only was her head on his chest, but her legs overlapped his. As he slid his legs out from under her (not so smoothly either) she began shifting again. He lay still, hoping she would remain in that state of slumber. But instead she slowly opened her eyes and lifted her head, taking in her surroundings. Noticing the rock-hard chest was not difficult, but facing him might prove to be uncomfortable.
She turned her head slightly to look at him. She offered him a tight smile, at which he grinned. Seeing his grin, she broke into smile.
"Well hello Dr. Stevens," he smirked.
"Sloan," she said in a mocking tone whilst rolling her eyes.
"Do you know how to do anything else Stevens?" he said referring to her tendency to roll her eyes at everything.
"As a matter of fact I do. For instance, I can get on your nerves and prove you oh so wrong," she grinned.
He smirked. "When have you ever proven me wrong?"
"Just last night I established that you sir are a softie."
He groaned and she laughed. He looked at her sternly, and she returned the stare. Then he broke into a smile and sat up. She moved quickly and sat up as well. He knew she expected him to just get up and leave her to leave on her own so he decided to surprise her. And although he told himself it was for the sake of gaining points, he knew it was to comfort her.
She was holding onto the sheet, wrapped around her breasts, and her free fingers tapping the mattress. He shifted his body closer to her and brought one hand to her cheek. He ran his thumb over her cheek and placed his other hand onto the sensitive area of her ribs. He watched as she took a sharp intake of breath, and as her eyes fluttered closed. He saw her trying to control the pace of her breaths, trying to control the beats of her heart. But he seemed to have altered them permanently.
He smiled, having realized his power of her. Well, the power of his touch at least, because apparently his words meant shit. She could tell right through his egotistical remarks.
He leaned in, hovering above her lips slightly. Sensing the closeness of her face she opened her eyes and bit her lip. They locked gazes for a moment, before each leaned in for their lips to finally meet.
It wasn't rushed, but as they were overcome by passion, it did become rushed.
"Do we have time?" she said as they took a breather.
He flashed his McSteamy smile, causing her stomach to flutter and her to giggle in spite of herself.
"We always have time," he said.
She grinned. "Unless you want me to work the pits instead of being your intern today, I'm going to have to disagree with you."
"We have time," he reassured her. It's not like he ever arrived to work on time anyway.
At the hospital (Everything happening simultaneously)
"You fell asleep last night."
"Bailey wouldn't relent. I got there at two in the morning. Of course I fell asleep."
"I had a difficult day as well. I work just as hard as you, more so than you actually. But I never fall asleep. So don't give me those excuses. Are you tired of me already, after?!"
Alex laughed and gathered Addison in a hug. He pulled her face up. "Of course not. I was just tired, period."
She examined his face, trying to detect a lie, but his face spoke of nothing but honesty. Seeing she needed further convincing he leaned in and kissed her. And in an instant he was neither tired nor sleepy.
He pushed her up against the locker, holding her head in his hands, she pulling up his shirt.
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"You're going to tell her now?" Izzie whispered to Mark as they walked through the hospital's corridors, looking for Addison.
"The sooner she learns, the lesser her wrath," he muttered.
Neither had changed into their standard doctor uniforms, but they hadn't arrived together. She arrived five minutes after he had, and had seen him glancing around and caught up with him.
"Well, are you going to tell her about us?"
He turned abruptly, crossed his arms, and squinted. "Us?"
She blushed and started playing with her hair. "Well, you know. About last night, that it was with me..."
He chuckled slightly and caught her eyes. "I won't tell her it was you if there is an us."
Her eyes lit up and she bit her lip, being turned on by his sincerity, intermingled with his confident tone.
She just nodded, and he did as well in turn. He turned back on his heel, continuing on his search, Izzie following close behind. It wasn't nice, but she wanted a "peek" at the showdown.
When they turned another corner, Callie their eyes. Mark walked towards her and demanded to know where Addison was.
She was startled, and it showed when she spoke. "Um, I, I don't know." Mark stared her down. "She said something about eating, and then killing Alex. Or vice versa," she said.
With that he headed towards the cafeteria, where he would be redirected to the interns' lockers by a very naive Meredith.
But before Mark and Izzie left her sights, she grinned knowingly at Izzie. And Izzie, her curiosity overtaking her, stayed to find out what had Callie looking so smug.
"What?"
"Nothing," Callie answered, her smile never faltering.
"I already have enough reasons to dislike you Dr. Torres," Izzie said, refusing to call her by her married name. "So you better let up or I will–"
"And I already have enough reasons to not respect you Stevens, so don't you threaten me."
"Why are you so smug this morning?"
Callie chuckled, but quickly began to laugh. Izzie was getting further irritated, but against better judgment stayed to find out. Because this girl was holding something back. A key fact, her mind was telling her.
"What's so funny!"
Callie stifled her laughs. "Nothing, I just remembered something from late last night. This guy came in with a black eye, saying it was this humongous, steroid-using guy that punched him out, and..."
Izzie's eyes widened. She was a doctor, and she knew a black eye was no reason to come by a hospital. Callie O'Malley knew more than she was letting on.
"What do you know?" Izzie whispered.
Callie laughed. "I know 'James'," she said his name mockingly," and so does Addison. And we were just having a grand ol' laugh with him after being decked. Handing him ten dollars extra for the black eye wasn't much fun, but it was so worth it."
Izzie gasped and had the urge to give the girl in front of her a black eye, but opted for name-calling. She just got out of probabtion and wasn't going to return to that. "You bitch."
"We just gave you a push. Anything else was of your own doing," Callie responded and left the blond.
Izzie drew a deep intake of breath and headed to find a certain redhead. She needed to give her a piece of her mind.
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His shirt out of the way for Addison's sake, Alex ran his hand up Addison's leg and pushed her skirt up. His hand on her thigh, Addison moved in to kiss him, wanting to revel in the feeling of his lips whilst he began pulling down that which was preventing him from proving to her that he wasn't tired of her.
And in that very, very, very personal moment, the door flew open. But neither heard it. So Mark Sloan rushed in to find Alex Karev's hand in a very, very, very private area, thankfully obscured by Addison's fluttering skirt. But their fused lips and roaming hands were in plain sight.
"For the love of God!"
That snapped them out of it. They pulled away from each other. Addison instantly straightened her skirt out and Alex reached for his shirt.
Each cleared their throat and glanced at Mark nervously.
"Karev?"
"Yes Dr. Sloan."
"I'm talking to Addison. Damn interns think the world revolves around them..."
"Yes, Karev." Addison answered.
"The night after the pact?"
"Yes," she replied.
He seemed to be contemplating something. "Would you care to leave us alone Karev?" Mark said.
Alex stood still until Addison nodded her head to him. "Sure," he said and left the locker room only to run into Izzie right outside.
"Hey Iz. What's up?"
"What's up? What's up?! Seriously? Seriously?!" She exclaimed.
"Wha–" he began.
"Well, for starters, Addison breaks a freakin' promise after not even a day! Then, then, I find out because the last thing you guys are subtle! And then you and your girlfriend decide to make me part of your charade to get Mark Sloan in bed with any and every woman 'ASAP'! And finally, the little freakin cherry on top. You, your girlfriend, and Callie O'Malley land me in bed with Mark Sloan!"
"What?!
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"Karev?!"
"Yes! Did you not hear me reply yes before?!"
"With all the things that have happened to you in the past year Addison, do you really think that's the wisest decision? Are you getting an itch out of your system?!"
"Alex is not an itch! Okay, maybe in itch, but not in the sense of which you are implying! He's a good man!"
"And I'm not?!"
"Not for me. And besides, my life is no longer any of your business. I made this decision. And you made yours last night!"
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"You slept with Mark Sloan?!" Alex screamed.
"Don't play dumb with me Alex!" she said, believing he was in on the whole thing.
"I had nothing to do with this! I strictly told Addison and Callie not to push you and Sloan together!"
"So you knew!"
"No! They were talking, and I said don't. But obviously they did! And you actually slept with Sloan, Izzie?! What the hell possessed you to do that!"
"I don't owe you any explanations!"
He nodded. "Fine. But Addison does."
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Mark paused. His face contorted in confusion whilst he mentally calmed himself down.
"What decision are you speaking of?" he said, crossing his arms.
"You know what I'm talking about Mark."
"I may be a lot of things Addison, Dr. McSteamy being one of those, but I am not psychic."
Addison crossed her arms and began tapping her foot. "Do any of these things ring a bell: bar, asshole, punch, blond, kiss, taxi?"
He opened his mouth to speak, but closed it, not sure what question to ask first. "Did the guy have a wire?"
She laughed. "No."
"Were you there?"
"Callie and I were there."
He paused again. "Why exactly were you there?"
She smirked. "I–"
"You got Izzie in Mark's pants?!" Alex exclaimed as he marched to Addison and Mark.
"I–"
"I specifically told you and Callie 'Do not get Izzie in his pants.' Maybe karma was the reason I fell asleep!"
Izzie was close behind Alex. She glared at Addison, who glanced between Alex and Izzie, wishing she and Alex were having this conversation in private.
"This is what I get in return! I'm trying to do this big favor for you, and you go behind my back just for this stupid pact!"
"First of all Dr. Stevens, I didn't force you to get in our business! Second of all, Alex, just because we're together doesn't mean I have to heed your every word. I know it doesn't justify what I did, but we'll discuss the details later. And third of all Izzie, you knew what you were getting yourself into. As our accomplice and as a woman!"
"What's this about being an accomplice!" they had forgotten about Mark's presence.
"Oh shit," Alex muttered. "Let's go talk somewhere else Addison."
"Uh, yeah, that's a good idea," she replied and they left.
Once they left the room Mark turned to Izzie and locked gazes with her.
"What was that all about Stevens?"
She laughed nervously. "Well, see it's a funny story. It all started about 10 days ago, when two people made a pinky promise..."
"Out with it Stevens," he demanded.
She sighed and took a seat. "Fine. But promise not to get too mad."
He sighed and ruffled his hair. He took a seat beside her and cracked his neck. "Sure," he answered.
She rolled her eyes but knew she couldn't ask for more.
"Okay. It must have been a few days after you made the pact. I overheard Dr. Montgomery and Alex talking. Considering the fact that Dr. Montgomery and him had been having eye sex for quite a while, it wasn't hard to decipher their conversation. She had broken the pact, and you didn't believe her–"
"You've known for a week?!"
She glared at him, and he glared back.
"Anyway, being that your stubborn ass wouldn't believe that she had sex, they decided to set you up. And unfortunately, I was there. So Addison sent me on her mission to get you to sleep with the first whore that came your way."
He nodded his head in disbelief and stood up, his back to her. She looked at him intently, afraid as to what he would do.
"Mark..." she stood up and placed a hand on his shoulder.
He shook her off and turned to her, furious. "So last night. That was a part of your silly game!"
Suddenly, she was mad. "What, you think I'm a whore?!"
"Well, I don't know what to think Stevens!"
"Didn't you hear Addison! She and Torres planned that last part! I never intended to sleep with you!"
"Fine! Then both yours and Addison's plan is set. It's done. It's final. I didn't last the 60 days! You happy!"
"Not anymore!" she laughed cynically.
They locked gazes again, and the room grew silent. In a moment however, Mark grabbed Izzie's face, and she the collar of his coat.
Izzie pushed him up against the lockers, causing the lockers to shake. Their tongues met in a fierce battle of dominance. Izzie ran her hands down his shirt, and then up beneath it, digging her nails into his ribs.
He groaned and bit her lip, causing her to whimper. His hands reached down to her ass, and he pulled her up to him. He backed off the lockers, so she could wrap her legs around him.
He turned them around swiftly, so that her back was against the lockers. She grunted as her back hit the cold piece of metal. He pulled from her mouth.
"Are you happy now?"
"I'm not sure," she said, a fire in her eyes.
He pulled her off of him and unzipped her pants. He pulled her pants down, along with her panties. She watched him intently, waiting for him to ask again.
He kissed her hard on the mouth, forcing her eyes to close. He pushed his fingers and rubbed her, and her head flung back.
"How about now?"
"Still a little mad," she said in shallow breaths.
He smirked and slid his fingers out. She groaned, disappointed for him leaving her like that. But in an instant he slid off his pants and leftover garments.
He went into her quickly, without giving her a moment's notice.
She whimpered louder this time, and he remained still to torture her. He began nipping her shoulder, and then her neck.
"Mark..." And he began to thrust.
Her fingers dug into the back of his neck, and her forehead rested on his shoulder.
He went to her ear, and bit at it softly. He placed kisses besides it and whispered. "Are you happy now?"
"Almost," she whispered.
So he thrust again, harder this time and asked again. "Now?"
He felt her head nodding. "I can't hear you," he said as he thrust for the final time.
"Yes!" she screamed, bringing her head up and attacking his lips.
"Good," he said. Having pleased her, he began to move away, but she stopped him.
"Wait," she whispered. He stopped as she rested her forehead on his.
She opened her eyes and they interlocked eyes.
"There still an us?" she asked, her voice slightly trembling.
He took in her upper lip softly and placed a hand on her cheek. "Yes," he answered her.
She smiled. "Good, because I was right about ready to kick your ass you big softie."
He laughed. "Whatever keeps you happy."
The End
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