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CHAPTER THIRTY ONE great expectations. season three, episode thirteen.
CASSIE AND GEORGE WERE HAVING A LOT OF SEX.Not together, of course. George was sleeping with Callie, and Cassie was sleeping with Mark. With the death of George's dad and Cassie's suspension, they both needed a distraction.
"This can't happen again," Cassie panted, slightly out of breath. "It's not a good idea."
Mark rolled on his side, looking down at her naked body in confusion. "Really? Because I think it's a great idea."
She shook her head. "I go back to work today, and every attending is going to be watching me like a hawk to make sure I don't go all MMA fighter on them. I really can't afford to be distracted."
"You seemed to have a different attitude last night," he smirked. "I recall you saying something along the lines of oh, keep going, that feels so—"
"Shut up!" Cassie smacked him in the arm, embarrassed. "I'm serious."
Mark laughed. "So am I."
"You're awful."
"That's not what it sounded like last night."
Cassie playfully glared at him, huffing and turning on her side to face the other away.
Smirking to himself, Mark suddenly grabbed her waist and flipped them over so she was on top of him, causing her to let out a surprised squeal.
Despite herself, Cassie grinned at him, leaning down so she could whisper into his ear. "Well I guess one more distraction wouldn't hurt. But no more after today, deal?"
He smiled victoriously. "Deal."
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"Where have you been?" Cristina asked as Cassie rushed into the locker room. Her hair was clearly unbrushed, her makeup smudged, and she was wearing one of Mark's old button ups after she lost her shirt the night before.
To sum it up, she looked like a mess.
Meredith smirked, looking her up and down. "Either she got ran over by a truck in the parking lot, or she's been having hot hot sex with McSteamy."
"You're doing Sloan?" Cristina raised a brow. "Nice.
Cassie stuttered over her words, taking off her outside clothes to put on her scrubs. "I— I'm not doing Mark," she lied.
