Sutures and Secrets || Mark Sloan

39 | Love Hurts (Literally)

05x13

The next morning, Charlie and Mark walked through the quiet hospital hallway at the crack of dawn, their faces neutral, their body language professional - just two colleagues starting their shifts early. But the second they turned the corner, Mark's fingers barely grazed hers, a smirk playing at the edge of his lips.

Neither of them said a word as they slipped into the nearest on-call room, Mark casting one last glance down the hallway before locking the door behind them.

The moment the lock clicked, all pretense dropped.

Mark pinned Charlie against the door in an instant, his hands firm on her hips as his lips crashed into hers. Charlie moaned into the kiss, her fingers tangling in his hair as she arched into him, pressing their bodies together.

"I couldn't stop thinking about this all night.", Mark growled against her lips, nipping at her bottom lip.

Charlie smirked, rolling her hips against his already hard length. "Yeah? Thinking about what exactly?"

Mark groaned, his grip tightening as he lifted her off the ground, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. "About this-", he murmured, kissing down her neck, his voice dripping with hunger. "The way you feel. The way you sound. The way you-"

He thrust against her, pressing her deeper into the door, making her gasp.

"Mark.", she breathed, grinding against him, teasing him.

With a growl, he turned and tossed her onto the cot, immediately hovering over her. His lips were on her neck again, trailing fire down her skin, his hands slipping beneath her scrub top.

Charlie shivered as he palmed her breasts, his fingers toying with her nipples through her bra. "Too many clothes.", she muttered, tugging at his scrub top.

Mark smirked, sitting back just long enough to rip it off, exposing his broad, chiseled chest. Charlie's breath hitched as she ran her hands over his abs, loving the way his muscles tensed beneath her touch.

Mark didn't waste time. He yanked off her scrub top, then unclasped her bra with expert fingers, letting it fall away. His lips latched onto her breast, his tongue teasing her sensitive peak while his hand worked on shoving her pants and underwear down.

Charlie moaned, arching into him, her fingers gripping his hair. "God, Mark-"

He chuckled against her skin. "You're so responsive."

"I swear if you don't-"

Mark cut her off by sliding two fingers inside her, curling them just right.

Charlie's head fell back, a broken moan escaping her lips.

"Fuck, you're already so wet.", Mark groaned, his own arousal straining painfully against his scrub pants.

Charlie barely registered him shoving his pants and boxers down before he was pressing against her entrance, teasing her.

She whimpered, trying to push her hips forward, but he held her still, grinning wickedly. "Patience.", he murmured.

"Mark-", she gasped, nails digging into his shoulders.

He then gave in, thrusting into her in one deep stroke.

Charlie cried out, back arching, pleasure coursing through her.

Mark groaned, resting his forehead against hers as he began moving, slow and deep, making her feel every inch.

Their rhythm built quickly, each movement more desperate than the last. The cot creaked beneath them, the air filled with moans, gasps and the sound of skin slapping against skin.