Now or Never ➼ Mark Sloan

𝗡𝗲𝘄 𝗔𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 (𝗡𝗲𝘄 𝗛𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆)

Mark walked into the bedroom. He saw Bella sitting on the bed and smiled. "You okay baby?" He asked as he joined her.

Bella nodded. She looked to him. "I'm just trying to think. And it's hurting my head. Think I'm having an off day," she said. She put her book down. "Do you think we should get married summer or winter?"

Mark shrugged. "Whatever you want, I'm there. I wanna make you happy."

"Think you're forgetting it's your wedding too. And I don't wanna take over and make it all about me," Bella told him. She smiled and kissed his lips. "It's our special day. So we both need to make it special."

"You're there. It'll be special," Mark said as he kissed her again. He looked to her. "You could wear those black lace panties. And I could take them off with my teeth."

Bella grinned. She stood from the bed. Mark looked to her. "Where are you going?" He asked as he sat up. He saw the grin on her face. "Bella."

"Shower," Bella said. She turned to see Mark behind her. "What are you doing?" She asked.

"Shower sex," Mark said as he pushed her into the shower.

Bella rolled her eyes but spread her legs a little wider for him, wrapping her arms around his neck when he kissed her.

"Hold on to my neck, ok?" He breathed, moving both of his hands to the back of her thighs.

Bella nodded, though she was still slightly caught off guard when he lifted her and lowered her onto him, her legs wrapping around his waist as he pinned her against the tile wall.

Her hands gripped his shoulder and into his hair as he started to thrust.

"Fuck." She groaned as gravity sank him further into her. She looked to him. "Do you ever intend to go a day without having sex with me?"

"Never. I'm practicing for the wedding night," He grunted, thrusting faster into her.

"Fuck..." She breathed, her cheek mashed against his hair when her body jerked forward and arms gripped tighter on his neck.

Bella contracted around him, stimulating his own release, leaving them both panting. Mark leaning against her and the wall,

Bella collapsed around his upper body, her head resting on his shoulder.

Carefully, he set her down so that she stood in front of him again.

"Now we just have to figure out how to actually shower without you slipping little Sloan." She chuckled.

Mark smiled and pulled her towards him so that she was fully in the stream of water, ensuring that her hair was thoroughly wet before grabbing shampoo to wash it.

"Your solution is to bathe each other?" Bella laughed when he pulled her back under the water to rinse.

"It seems to be working." He smiled.

"You're going to smell fruity."

"I'll survive." Mark smirked, working his fingers through her hair to get the soap out.

****

Bella walked into the hospital. She saw Grace walking over to her. "You'll never guess who's back," she said.

"Who?"

"Izzie."

Bella's eyes widened. She shook her head. "No she's not. Why is she back?" She asked.

Grace shrugged. "Someone she knows needs Derek for a consult. She asked me to tell him. I don't think I'm going to," she said.

Bella smiled. "How are you? I feel like we haven't had any time together lately."