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In honor of National Parks Week. Which is technically next week, but the Travel Channel is doing it this week. God only knows why. Maybe it’s Giant Manta Ray Week next week.
Title: Joy to the World
Pairing: Mark/Addison
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Camping.
Note: Anyone who’s seen that one episode of the X-Files will get the title reference. If you haven’t, well, too bad. You should.
Comment: For Gabbi. Because she wanted Mark/Addison porn. And for some reason her mind went to camping. Boo.
Word Count: 4,040.
Music: Three Dog Night - Joy To The World
“Are you just going to sit there and watch me?” Mark looked over his shoulder at Addison sitting in the back of his SUV, cross legged and munching on some Goldfish crackers from the bag.
“This was your idea.” She popped one last cheddar cracker into her mouth and folded up the top of the bag and put it back where she thought she pulled it from. Pulling the sleeves of her sweatshirt down to cover her hands, she shivered. “You do know it’s supposed to get down to seventeen this weekend?”
Mark hammered a stake into the hard ground. “Yeah.”
“And that we’re sleeping outside.”
He pounded one last time and smiled in satisfaction. “Two naked bodies can create a lot of heat, you know.” He skirted the fire pit and reached the car in a few strides and kissed her lightly before reaching in to grab sleeping bags.
“If you wanted to have sex all you had to do was ask. You didn’t need to drag me out here.”
“Ah,” Mark said as he turned around after tossing the bags in with two sleeping mats, “but this is an excuse to put melted marshmallows on chocolate and graham crackers.”
Addison scrunched up her nose in the way he found absolutely adorable and shrugged in defeat. There really was no way to counter that so she sat back and watched him set up and begin to cook dinner. She shivered one too many times for her liking, even with the help of a glass of wine, and hopped down from her seat and tugged a few pieces of wood out from under their hiding spot behind the passenger seat. Mark looked at her strangely but she threw him a smug smile.
“I thought you didn’t do outdoors?” Mark watched in fascination as she built a textbook A-frame fire structure and gently balled up some newspaper to stick in the middle.
She motioned for him to hand her the butane lighter and took a sip of her wine. “I don’t. Dad had bonfires out in the back during summers. Mom hated it, but,” she crouched down and systematically lit the brush and paper, “that didn’t stop us.” She watched carefully until a few small pieces caught and then stood up, satisfied that her creation was going to exist for a while. With an accomplished smile, she handed the lighter back to Mark and sat across from him on the picnic table. “You totally would’ve dumped lighter fluid on it or something.”
“I would not.” He looked over the collapsible camp stove he borrowed from a colleague and failed to defend himself; she knew he quit Boy Scouts when he found out it wasn’t okay to pick on the scrawny kids all the time.
“Admit it,” she smirked and snuck a pretzel from the open bag Mark had been snacking from, “you got one-upped by a girl.”
After dinner was successfully cooked, eaten and cleaned up, Mark dug around and pulled out the bag of promised marshmallows and traded Addison a marshmallow for a sharpened stick. “You’re taking way too long for that.” Mark watched, mesmerized, as Addison expertly turned her stick just enough. She looked at him with an eyebrow that said shut up, I’m better at this than you and he shrugged and set his third one on fire with a glint in his eyes that told Addison that he burned ants with a magnifying glass as a kid.
“That’s disgusting,” she said with a smile and carefully eased her perfectly toasted marshmallow off the stick and grinned at him as she licked the gooey melted insides off her fingers. She held out her hand expectantly and he handed her another one. One s’more each had been enough of a sugar overload for both of them so they put the chocolate away to keep it from melting and stuck to teasing each other about marshmallow toasting methods.
“No it’s not. I like the burned part.”
“Yeah, but it’s not melted on the inside.” Addison made a frantic face and quickly rotated her stick before the marshmallow fell off. “And that’s the best part.” She pulled it out from her spot on the coals and offered the sticky sweet to him. “Here.”
Mark took it, wondering what all the fuss was about, and the inside was so melted he barely kept it from dropping off the stick and onto the ground. He nodded in acceptance that she was right, but firmly decided that he didn’t have the patience for it. “Your dad teach you that, too?”
She nodded and tried to blow smoke rings with her breath, a pointed reminder to Mark that this was his idea and that she’d better be getting some later, as she toasted one last marshmallow for herself. Pleased with the result, she carefully burned off any sugar residue from the stick and laid it down next to her and leaned her head on Mark’s shoulder. He brought his arm up around her and tugged her close to keep her warm as they aimlessly watched the fire.
“Hey,” he whispered and caught her lips as she raised her head to look at him. He teasingly swept his tongue across her lips and then smiled and pulled away.
“What?” Addison asked slowly, the hints of a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.
Mark closed the space between them. “You taste good,” he said against her lips before fusing their mouths together again. He turned and wrapped his arm around her back as he deepened the kiss. The intensity caused her to moan and the vibrations from her mouth to his went straight down and he felt the stirrings of his arousal.
They broke apart and the nerd inside both of them decided that the Leonid meteor showers overhead could wait until tomorrow. Teeth brushed and marshmallows put away and the fire kicked around so it would die out quickly on its own and Mark tugged Addison into the tent and blindly zipped it up behind her. His lips immediately traveled from her mouth to her neck and he slowly began peeling off her clothing. The cold November air hardened her nipples without any effort on his part but that didn’t stop him from surrounding one with his mouth and tongue and gently pinching the other with his fingers. Mark carefully laid her down onto a cushion of sleeping bags and, knowing that she liked a little pain with her pleasure, teased just a bit harder until he felt her shudder.
As he slid back up to kiss her, his hands slid down her body and he cupped her through her jeans, able to feel her arousal even through the fabric. It never ceased to amaze him how hot he could get her simply by paying attention to her breasts. He awkwardly fumbled with the button and zipper as she simultaneously tried to tug his shirt over his head. Conceding, he broke away from her lips just long enough to pull his sweatshirt and underlying t-shirt off and toss them aside. Mark made quick work of her pants and slid them and her panties over her hips and down her legs and he gently spread her legs apart but stopped, his fingers just short of touching her.
Addison opened one questioning eye. She fought the urge to wiggle her hips, knowing that Mark had a history with teasing her longer if she showed him how much she wanted it.
He shrugged and smirked. “I like you this way.” He didn’t give her a chance to roll her eyes, mentally or otherwise, and quickly slipped two fingers inside of her and made no attempt to avoid her clit with his thumb.
She managed to flutter her eyes open and saw him grinning at her like he was the god of sex (which, admittedly, right then, he was). If his hands had been anywhere else, she probably would’ve playfully smacked him for it but kissed him instead and breathily asked “Like what?” Had her question been any longer, it would have been interrupted by a hitched breath caused by him thrusting and twisting his fingers a little harder.
“Well,” he kissed her lips and changed his rhythm on her clit. “Naked,” he kissed her jawbone, “moaning,” he sucked a mark on her neck, “writhing,” he swirled his tongue in the hollow of her collarbone and blew a stream of cold air on it, “and saying my name,” he kissed her lips again.
“I’m not...”
He silenced her with a third finger. “Oh, but you’re about to.”
Addison’s mouth opened in silent answer and Mark covered it with his own as he curled his fingers inside of her. He felt, more than heard, her moan when he pushed on just the right spot and he pulled his lips away so she could breathe. With one swipe of her clit with his thumb, he shoved her over the edge into a crashing orgasm.
“Oh my God, Mark!” she breathed the exclamation out as all one word and closed her eyes tightly as she rode out the pleasure radiating through her entire body. She eventually found the strength to bat his hand away when it became too much.
Mark licked his fingers with a smile and dipped his head and kissed her tenderly as she gradually came down from her high. He lay down next to her and cradled her in his arms until he felt her breathing even out to normal. “Told you,” he grinned cockily and placed a kiss on her forehead.
“Shut up.” Addison rolled over to look him in the eye. “Why are you still wearing pants?” She brushed her hand over the front of his pants and grinned, pleased that he was already (or still) hard, and began to toy with his belt buckle.
He covered her hands with his and finished it for her, though let her tug his pants and boxers down. Addison had the quickest recovery time of any woman he had ever been with, which made her phenomenal in bed because it meant she could go as long as he could. He tucked an arm around her and gently rolled them so she was under him again. Mark lightly teased her clit, just enough to get her squirming and wiggling her hips as a signal for him to get on with it, and then slid into her with one graceful motion at her nod.
Mark knew just how to angle himself to make her moan and Addison knew just when to clench her muscles to make him groan her name into her neck. Perfectly practiced, yet never boring, Mark slipped his hand between them and toyed with her clit and made her come almost immediately. She dug her fingernails into his back as payment and came again when he kissed her and groaned his release deep into her mouth. He fell on top of her, though careful not to crush her, and caught his breath a little before rolling over and pulling her on top of him.
“It’s kind of cold,” Addison suggested sleepily after a while and it took their combined effort to untangle a sleeping bag and zip it up around them. She smiled and dug comfortably into the cushiony material. Mark drew her to him and tucked an arm across her stomach, clasping her hand in his. She turned her head and gave him a goodnight kiss before they both drifted off to the sound of tall trees creaking in the wind.
Addison woke up in the morning earlier than she wanted and could see her breath and, when she couldn’t fall back asleep, had an idea.
Mark woke up to Addison smiling at him and gently stroking him hard. “Hello,” he whispered and teased her lips open with his tongue.
He curled one hand around the back of her neck and urged her closer, covertly slipping the other between them and playing with a nipple. She caught his hand and brought it down between her legs so he could feel how wet she was. He broke the kiss and raised an eyebrow at her and she simply smirked and grasped him tighter as she climbed on top of him. Addison teased him a little before sliding fully onto him. She silently cursed the confines of the sleeping bag for not giving her as much room as she would have liked, but Mark pulled her down for a fiery kiss as she began to move above him and, as her clit brushed against him at each thrust, she thought that there may be some advantages.
Mark tangled his hands in her hair, he loved her hair, as he kissed her and he thought it was a good thing he could feel her nearing her climax because he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. Addison’s nipples rubbed up against his chest with every move and it wasn’t long before she was moaning his name into his shoulder and, with one final thrust, Mark emptied himself inside of her. She collapsed onto him and Mark kissed her shoulder; they both silently decided that morning quickies were a good way to wake up.
“Good morning,” she smiled.
He returned the sentiment and kissed her. “We should do that more often.”
Addison’s eyelids slowly fluttered shut again and she quietly slept cuddled into Mark’s chest. He slipped out after making sure she actually was asleep, careful to not shift her too much, and tossed a blanket over her and the sleeping bag. He smiled as he pulled on clothing, grimacing at the feeling of freezing cold boxers; Addison instinctively curled into a ball and unconsciously tugged the blanket around her.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered to her sleeping form and lightly kissed her temple before quietly slipping out of the tent.
She woke up from her short nap to the smell of coffee coming from outside. As good as it smelled, she could tell how cold it was and had no desire to leave the warm confines of the sleeping bag and the blanket Mark had laid over her. But then she heard sizzling and the smell of bacon joined the smell of coffee and she braved the temperature. Addison quickly discovered that, while sex was a good way to wake up, cold underwear and a cold bra did a damn good job of making her permanently awake.
Still blinking away the last of the sleep haze from her mind, she zipped up the tent behind her and smiled at Mark, who handed her a scarf and a hat. She tugged the hat on over her ears and wrapped the matching pink scarf around her neck and kissed him thankfully, both for the warm clothing and for the mug of coffee that quickly warmed her hands. Through the steam rising from the cup she watched a family walk by their site, clearly back from an early-morning hike. None of the three kids looked thrilled. Addison waved at them and they exchanged quick pleasantries about the weather and the husband made a comment about trail conditions and Addison wondered whether she looked like someone who hiked with enough regularity to know what he was talking about. But then Mark handed her breakfast and she looked at him like he owned the universe and the sound of grumpy kids faded away.
“Come on,” he offered her his hand and helped her out of his car at the head of a short hiking trail. She made fun of him when he bought the SUV, said it might not be big enough to hold both him and his ego, but after finding out that the fold-down backseat was a great spot for sex, she changed her mind. Addison took his hand and laced her fingers through his and smiled at him. While she wasn’t an outdoors girl, she could still appreciate the beauty of nature (though in small doses that didn’t involve much walking uphill) and she let him tug her into the forest.
They found an empty rock halfway through and, since the sun was out and right there, climbed up to eat lunch. Addison tucked her feet under her and stared out at the sun shimmering on the lake.
“Don’t move,” Mark whispered, a bottle of water halfway to his mouth.
“What?” She shifted her gaze to follow Mark’s and smiled at the butterfly she hadn’t noticed landing her knee. She watched it open and close its brilliantly colored wings a few times before flying off. “Don’t you dare make a sweet joke,” she looked sternly at Mark but soon dissolved into laughter at his pout. It was so uncharacteristic of him that she found it occasionally disconcerting. “Okay, fine, go for it.”
“No, now you’ve ruined it.” He leaned over and softly kissed her cheek instead. “I am making you come out and watch the meteor shower tonight, you know.”
Addison wrinkled her nose as she opened her water bottle. “It’s freezing.”
He shrugged. “I’m cuddly.”
She nearly choked. “You. Mark Sloan. God of Plastic Surgery and Ego. Just admitted to being cuddly.”
“You disagree?”
“No,” she was quick to answer with a happy grin. “But it sounds very strange coming from your mouth.”
“You are so mean to me.” He rolled his eyes and began packing up so they could move on, though the warmth of the rock was tempting him to take a nap.
Addison laughed and hopped off the rock. “But I’m really good in bed,” she whispered huskily to him once he was down with her.
Hours later, Addison shivered and quickly learned another bonus to Mark’s car. It folded out in the back so they could lie halfway inside the car and still have their heads out looking up at the sky. It didn’t stop her from informing him how cold she was every few minutes, even with a heavy blanket, and he eventually shut her up with a deep kiss and an arm around her. Mark grinned, feeling her cuddle even further into his embrace, and he kissed her cold nose.
“Ooh!” Addison’s eyes lit up and then she closed them tightly and made a wish on the bright flash of light that arched across the entire sky.
“And you didn’t want to come out.” Mark smirked at her after a few more girlish smiles from her.
She pouted at him. “Shut up.”
“I’ll take that as an apology,” he whispered and kissed her lips.
They laid in silence for a while, their smiles getting gradually wider at the sights above them. As interesting as it was, they got bored after two hours. Mark suggested giving up when Addison said it was boring-cool, but he had different plans than her suggestion of driving back to the campground. She soon found herself breathing hard with his lips on her neck and his hands under her shirt the moment he unzipped her jacket.
“Don’t worry,” he whispered into her ear when he heard her about to protest, “no one’s around.”
Addison felt a flood of warmth between her legs as Mark nibbled on her earlobe and tweaked her nipples. She helped him tug her shirt off and had the good sense to toss her clothing into the car instead of behind her but then Mark was underneath the blanket and his tongue was swirling around her nipple and his fingers began playing with her jeans and all good sense disappeared. She soon discovered that not being able to see what he was doing could be a good thing because the minute her jeans and panties were off, his tongue was on her clit without any warning or teasing. His fingers drew designs on her inner thighs, coming dangerously close to her center, and his hands kept her legs spread apart.
Comforted by the knowledge that she hadn’t seen a car for hours and knew they were miles away from a campground, Addison let loose. Mark heard her murmur glorious obscenities and smiled and tripled his attentions, licking and sucking in ways he knew would make her thrash. She came hard and loud when he pushed two fingers inside of her. Just when she thought he was done, he sucked on her clit and threw her into a series of orgasms so hard she was sure she was going to pass out. He could tell it was almost getting to be too much so he let her down slowly and placed kisses on the inside of each thigh before sliding up her body to kiss her.
Mark smiled down at her, her lips drawn in the hazy sexed-up smile he loved on her so much. He pulled off his shirt and lay down next to her and she curled into his side, breathing hard with the after-shocks still coursing through her.
“You don’t need to do that every time, you know,” she smiled at him in a way that said, while it wasn’t necessary, she would like it if he continued.
“But you’re so much fun,” he breathed against her lips and kissed her, his fingers brushing her nipples to gauge her reaction. When she pushed against his hands instead of away, he kissed her neck and collarbone. “And you’re so beautiful when you come like that.” He bucked into her grasp when she slid her hand underneath his pants.
“I’m fun?” She asked with a smirk and a raised eyebrow, momentarily pulling her hand away to push his pants and boxers off. Addison circled one of his nipples with her tongue and teased just the head of his length with her thumb and grinned when she felt him struggle to stay still.
“Yeah,” Mark breathed heavily as she kissed her way down his chest, the blanket long unnecessary. He knew that if he didn’t continue she would stop and her mouth just threatening to slide down on him felt far too good to give up. “The way you squirm and moan and the way you taste, oh...God.” He groaned as she swirled her tongue around and slid her mouth over his erection. Mark played lightly with her hair, careful not to pull too hard or push her, and hoped that she understood it was her fault he couldn’t talk anymore.
Without warning, Addison felt herself being pulled away from him and she barely had time to pout because her fun was interrupted before she was flipped over and Mark was inside of her. She scratched her nails into his back as he fucked her hard, screaming in pleasure as he bit down on her shoulder and rubbed her clit. She came first and exploded into sensory overload when she felt his hot release spill inside of her. He kept kissing her neck and collarbone while their breathing calmed and he soothed the bite mark on her shoulder with his tongue.
Addison cuddled into his embrace when her body finally calmed down enough to be touched again and pulled the blanket up tight around them. She looked up at the sky and watched the occasional bright lights flash across her vision, certain that they were no longer leftover fireworks from uncountable explosive orgasms. Mark eventually suggested getting back and she agreed, pulling on just enough clothing to be socially acceptable if they did see anyone else.
They slept in separate sleeping bags but only because they were too tired to take off their clothing, again, and it would be far too hot otherwise. But Mark still slipped an arm around Addison and spooned around her and she still woke up with her head under his chin.
“I’m not helping you pack up,” Addison smirked from the picnic table over her coffee. She clasped her knees to her chest and, amused, watched Mark take down the tent. They were both a bit sore and discovered rug burn in a few unfortunate places.
“Because this was my idea.” He grimaced and pulled out a stake and had to brace his hand on the ground to keep from falling backwards. He shot Addison a look that the incident was just between them.
“Yes.”
Title: Joy to the World
Pairing: Mark/Addison
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Camping.
Note: Anyone who’s seen that one episode of the X-Files will get the title reference. If you haven’t, well, too bad. You should.
Comment: For Gabbi. Because she wanted Mark/Addison porn. And for some reason her mind went to camping. Boo.
Word Count: 4,040.
Music: Three Dog Night - Joy To The World
“Are you just going to sit there and watch me?” Mark looked over his shoulder at Addison sitting in the back of his SUV, cross legged and munching on some Goldfish crackers from the bag.
“This was your idea.” She popped one last cheddar cracker into her mouth and folded up the top of the bag and put it back where she thought she pulled it from. Pulling the sleeves of her sweatshirt down to cover her hands, she shivered. “You do know it’s supposed to get down to seventeen this weekend?”
Mark hammered a stake into the hard ground. “Yeah.”
“And that we’re sleeping outside.”
He pounded one last time and smiled in satisfaction. “Two naked bodies can create a lot of heat, you know.” He skirted the fire pit and reached the car in a few strides and kissed her lightly before reaching in to grab sleeping bags.
“If you wanted to have sex all you had to do was ask. You didn’t need to drag me out here.”
“Ah,” Mark said as he turned around after tossing the bags in with two sleeping mats, “but this is an excuse to put melted marshmallows on chocolate and graham crackers.”
Addison scrunched up her nose in the way he found absolutely adorable and shrugged in defeat. There really was no way to counter that so she sat back and watched him set up and begin to cook dinner. She shivered one too many times for her liking, even with the help of a glass of wine, and hopped down from her seat and tugged a few pieces of wood out from under their hiding spot behind the passenger seat. Mark looked at her strangely but she threw him a smug smile.
“I thought you didn’t do outdoors?” Mark watched in fascination as she built a textbook A-frame fire structure and gently balled up some newspaper to stick in the middle.
She motioned for him to hand her the butane lighter and took a sip of her wine. “I don’t. Dad had bonfires out in the back during summers. Mom hated it, but,” she crouched down and systematically lit the brush and paper, “that didn’t stop us.” She watched carefully until a few small pieces caught and then stood up, satisfied that her creation was going to exist for a while. With an accomplished smile, she handed the lighter back to Mark and sat across from him on the picnic table. “You totally would’ve dumped lighter fluid on it or something.”
“I would not.” He looked over the collapsible camp stove he borrowed from a colleague and failed to defend himself; she knew he quit Boy Scouts when he found out it wasn’t okay to pick on the scrawny kids all the time.
“Admit it,” she smirked and snuck a pretzel from the open bag Mark had been snacking from, “you got one-upped by a girl.”
After dinner was successfully cooked, eaten and cleaned up, Mark dug around and pulled out the bag of promised marshmallows and traded Addison a marshmallow for a sharpened stick. “You’re taking way too long for that.” Mark watched, mesmerized, as Addison expertly turned her stick just enough. She looked at him with an eyebrow that said shut up, I’m better at this than you and he shrugged and set his third one on fire with a glint in his eyes that told Addison that he burned ants with a magnifying glass as a kid.
“That’s disgusting,” she said with a smile and carefully eased her perfectly toasted marshmallow off the stick and grinned at him as she licked the gooey melted insides off her fingers. She held out her hand expectantly and he handed her another one. One s’more each had been enough of a sugar overload for both of them so they put the chocolate away to keep it from melting and stuck to teasing each other about marshmallow toasting methods.
“No it’s not. I like the burned part.”
“Yeah, but it’s not melted on the inside.” Addison made a frantic face and quickly rotated her stick before the marshmallow fell off. “And that’s the best part.” She pulled it out from her spot on the coals and offered the sticky sweet to him. “Here.”
Mark took it, wondering what all the fuss was about, and the inside was so melted he barely kept it from dropping off the stick and onto the ground. He nodded in acceptance that she was right, but firmly decided that he didn’t have the patience for it. “Your dad teach you that, too?”
She nodded and tried to blow smoke rings with her breath, a pointed reminder to Mark that this was his idea and that she’d better be getting some later, as she toasted one last marshmallow for herself. Pleased with the result, she carefully burned off any sugar residue from the stick and laid it down next to her and leaned her head on Mark’s shoulder. He brought his arm up around her and tugged her close to keep her warm as they aimlessly watched the fire.
“Hey,” he whispered and caught her lips as she raised her head to look at him. He teasingly swept his tongue across her lips and then smiled and pulled away.
“What?” Addison asked slowly, the hints of a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.
Mark closed the space between them. “You taste good,” he said against her lips before fusing their mouths together again. He turned and wrapped his arm around her back as he deepened the kiss. The intensity caused her to moan and the vibrations from her mouth to his went straight down and he felt the stirrings of his arousal.
They broke apart and the nerd inside both of them decided that the Leonid meteor showers overhead could wait until tomorrow. Teeth brushed and marshmallows put away and the fire kicked around so it would die out quickly on its own and Mark tugged Addison into the tent and blindly zipped it up behind her. His lips immediately traveled from her mouth to her neck and he slowly began peeling off her clothing. The cold November air hardened her nipples without any effort on his part but that didn’t stop him from surrounding one with his mouth and tongue and gently pinching the other with his fingers. Mark carefully laid her down onto a cushion of sleeping bags and, knowing that she liked a little pain with her pleasure, teased just a bit harder until he felt her shudder.
As he slid back up to kiss her, his hands slid down her body and he cupped her through her jeans, able to feel her arousal even through the fabric. It never ceased to amaze him how hot he could get her simply by paying attention to her breasts. He awkwardly fumbled with the button and zipper as she simultaneously tried to tug his shirt over his head. Conceding, he broke away from her lips just long enough to pull his sweatshirt and underlying t-shirt off and toss them aside. Mark made quick work of her pants and slid them and her panties over her hips and down her legs and he gently spread her legs apart but stopped, his fingers just short of touching her.
Addison opened one questioning eye. She fought the urge to wiggle her hips, knowing that Mark had a history with teasing her longer if she showed him how much she wanted it.
He shrugged and smirked. “I like you this way.” He didn’t give her a chance to roll her eyes, mentally or otherwise, and quickly slipped two fingers inside of her and made no attempt to avoid her clit with his thumb.
She managed to flutter her eyes open and saw him grinning at her like he was the god of sex (which, admittedly, right then, he was). If his hands had been anywhere else, she probably would’ve playfully smacked him for it but kissed him instead and breathily asked “Like what?” Had her question been any longer, it would have been interrupted by a hitched breath caused by him thrusting and twisting his fingers a little harder.
“Well,” he kissed her lips and changed his rhythm on her clit. “Naked,” he kissed her jawbone, “moaning,” he sucked a mark on her neck, “writhing,” he swirled his tongue in the hollow of her collarbone and blew a stream of cold air on it, “and saying my name,” he kissed her lips again.
“I’m not...”
He silenced her with a third finger. “Oh, but you’re about to.”
Addison’s mouth opened in silent answer and Mark covered it with his own as he curled his fingers inside of her. He felt, more than heard, her moan when he pushed on just the right spot and he pulled his lips away so she could breathe. With one swipe of her clit with his thumb, he shoved her over the edge into a crashing orgasm.
“Oh my God, Mark!” she breathed the exclamation out as all one word and closed her eyes tightly as she rode out the pleasure radiating through her entire body. She eventually found the strength to bat his hand away when it became too much.
Mark licked his fingers with a smile and dipped his head and kissed her tenderly as she gradually came down from her high. He lay down next to her and cradled her in his arms until he felt her breathing even out to normal. “Told you,” he grinned cockily and placed a kiss on her forehead.
“Shut up.” Addison rolled over to look him in the eye. “Why are you still wearing pants?” She brushed her hand over the front of his pants and grinned, pleased that he was already (or still) hard, and began to toy with his belt buckle.
He covered her hands with his and finished it for her, though let her tug his pants and boxers down. Addison had the quickest recovery time of any woman he had ever been with, which made her phenomenal in bed because it meant she could go as long as he could. He tucked an arm around her and gently rolled them so she was under him again. Mark lightly teased her clit, just enough to get her squirming and wiggling her hips as a signal for him to get on with it, and then slid into her with one graceful motion at her nod.
Mark knew just how to angle himself to make her moan and Addison knew just when to clench her muscles to make him groan her name into her neck. Perfectly practiced, yet never boring, Mark slipped his hand between them and toyed with her clit and made her come almost immediately. She dug her fingernails into his back as payment and came again when he kissed her and groaned his release deep into her mouth. He fell on top of her, though careful not to crush her, and caught his breath a little before rolling over and pulling her on top of him.
“It’s kind of cold,” Addison suggested sleepily after a while and it took their combined effort to untangle a sleeping bag and zip it up around them. She smiled and dug comfortably into the cushiony material. Mark drew her to him and tucked an arm across her stomach, clasping her hand in his. She turned her head and gave him a goodnight kiss before they both drifted off to the sound of tall trees creaking in the wind.
Addison woke up in the morning earlier than she wanted and could see her breath and, when she couldn’t fall back asleep, had an idea.
Mark woke up to Addison smiling at him and gently stroking him hard. “Hello,” he whispered and teased her lips open with his tongue.
He curled one hand around the back of her neck and urged her closer, covertly slipping the other between them and playing with a nipple. She caught his hand and brought it down between her legs so he could feel how wet she was. He broke the kiss and raised an eyebrow at her and she simply smirked and grasped him tighter as she climbed on top of him. Addison teased him a little before sliding fully onto him. She silently cursed the confines of the sleeping bag for not giving her as much room as she would have liked, but Mark pulled her down for a fiery kiss as she began to move above him and, as her clit brushed against him at each thrust, she thought that there may be some advantages.
Mark tangled his hands in her hair, he loved her hair, as he kissed her and he thought it was a good thing he could feel her nearing her climax because he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. Addison’s nipples rubbed up against his chest with every move and it wasn’t long before she was moaning his name into his shoulder and, with one final thrust, Mark emptied himself inside of her. She collapsed onto him and Mark kissed her shoulder; they both silently decided that morning quickies were a good way to wake up.
“Good morning,” she smiled.
He returned the sentiment and kissed her. “We should do that more often.”
Addison’s eyelids slowly fluttered shut again and she quietly slept cuddled into Mark’s chest. He slipped out after making sure she actually was asleep, careful to not shift her too much, and tossed a blanket over her and the sleeping bag. He smiled as he pulled on clothing, grimacing at the feeling of freezing cold boxers; Addison instinctively curled into a ball and unconsciously tugged the blanket around her.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered to her sleeping form and lightly kissed her temple before quietly slipping out of the tent.
She woke up from her short nap to the smell of coffee coming from outside. As good as it smelled, she could tell how cold it was and had no desire to leave the warm confines of the sleeping bag and the blanket Mark had laid over her. But then she heard sizzling and the smell of bacon joined the smell of coffee and she braved the temperature. Addison quickly discovered that, while sex was a good way to wake up, cold underwear and a cold bra did a damn good job of making her permanently awake.
Still blinking away the last of the sleep haze from her mind, she zipped up the tent behind her and smiled at Mark, who handed her a scarf and a hat. She tugged the hat on over her ears and wrapped the matching pink scarf around her neck and kissed him thankfully, both for the warm clothing and for the mug of coffee that quickly warmed her hands. Through the steam rising from the cup she watched a family walk by their site, clearly back from an early-morning hike. None of the three kids looked thrilled. Addison waved at them and they exchanged quick pleasantries about the weather and the husband made a comment about trail conditions and Addison wondered whether she looked like someone who hiked with enough regularity to know what he was talking about. But then Mark handed her breakfast and she looked at him like he owned the universe and the sound of grumpy kids faded away.
“Come on,” he offered her his hand and helped her out of his car at the head of a short hiking trail. She made fun of him when he bought the SUV, said it might not be big enough to hold both him and his ego, but after finding out that the fold-down backseat was a great spot for sex, she changed her mind. Addison took his hand and laced her fingers through his and smiled at him. While she wasn’t an outdoors girl, she could still appreciate the beauty of nature (though in small doses that didn’t involve much walking uphill) and she let him tug her into the forest.
They found an empty rock halfway through and, since the sun was out and right there, climbed up to eat lunch. Addison tucked her feet under her and stared out at the sun shimmering on the lake.
“Don’t move,” Mark whispered, a bottle of water halfway to his mouth.
“What?” She shifted her gaze to follow Mark’s and smiled at the butterfly she hadn’t noticed landing her knee. She watched it open and close its brilliantly colored wings a few times before flying off. “Don’t you dare make a sweet joke,” she looked sternly at Mark but soon dissolved into laughter at his pout. It was so uncharacteristic of him that she found it occasionally disconcerting. “Okay, fine, go for it.”
“No, now you’ve ruined it.” He leaned over and softly kissed her cheek instead. “I am making you come out and watch the meteor shower tonight, you know.”
Addison wrinkled her nose as she opened her water bottle. “It’s freezing.”
He shrugged. “I’m cuddly.”
She nearly choked. “You. Mark Sloan. God of Plastic Surgery and Ego. Just admitted to being cuddly.”
“You disagree?”
“No,” she was quick to answer with a happy grin. “But it sounds very strange coming from your mouth.”
“You are so mean to me.” He rolled his eyes and began packing up so they could move on, though the warmth of the rock was tempting him to take a nap.
Addison laughed and hopped off the rock. “But I’m really good in bed,” she whispered huskily to him once he was down with her.
Hours later, Addison shivered and quickly learned another bonus to Mark’s car. It folded out in the back so they could lie halfway inside the car and still have their heads out looking up at the sky. It didn’t stop her from informing him how cold she was every few minutes, even with a heavy blanket, and he eventually shut her up with a deep kiss and an arm around her. Mark grinned, feeling her cuddle even further into his embrace, and he kissed her cold nose.
“Ooh!” Addison’s eyes lit up and then she closed them tightly and made a wish on the bright flash of light that arched across the entire sky.
“And you didn’t want to come out.” Mark smirked at her after a few more girlish smiles from her.
She pouted at him. “Shut up.”
“I’ll take that as an apology,” he whispered and kissed her lips.
They laid in silence for a while, their smiles getting gradually wider at the sights above them. As interesting as it was, they got bored after two hours. Mark suggested giving up when Addison said it was boring-cool, but he had different plans than her suggestion of driving back to the campground. She soon found herself breathing hard with his lips on her neck and his hands under her shirt the moment he unzipped her jacket.
“Don’t worry,” he whispered into her ear when he heard her about to protest, “no one’s around.”
Addison felt a flood of warmth between her legs as Mark nibbled on her earlobe and tweaked her nipples. She helped him tug her shirt off and had the good sense to toss her clothing into the car instead of behind her but then Mark was underneath the blanket and his tongue was swirling around her nipple and his fingers began playing with her jeans and all good sense disappeared. She soon discovered that not being able to see what he was doing could be a good thing because the minute her jeans and panties were off, his tongue was on her clit without any warning or teasing. His fingers drew designs on her inner thighs, coming dangerously close to her center, and his hands kept her legs spread apart.
Comforted by the knowledge that she hadn’t seen a car for hours and knew they were miles away from a campground, Addison let loose. Mark heard her murmur glorious obscenities and smiled and tripled his attentions, licking and sucking in ways he knew would make her thrash. She came hard and loud when he pushed two fingers inside of her. Just when she thought he was done, he sucked on her clit and threw her into a series of orgasms so hard she was sure she was going to pass out. He could tell it was almost getting to be too much so he let her down slowly and placed kisses on the inside of each thigh before sliding up her body to kiss her.
Mark smiled down at her, her lips drawn in the hazy sexed-up smile he loved on her so much. He pulled off his shirt and lay down next to her and she curled into his side, breathing hard with the after-shocks still coursing through her.
“You don’t need to do that every time, you know,” she smiled at him in a way that said, while it wasn’t necessary, she would like it if he continued.
“But you’re so much fun,” he breathed against her lips and kissed her, his fingers brushing her nipples to gauge her reaction. When she pushed against his hands instead of away, he kissed her neck and collarbone. “And you’re so beautiful when you come like that.” He bucked into her grasp when she slid her hand underneath his pants.
“I’m fun?” She asked with a smirk and a raised eyebrow, momentarily pulling her hand away to push his pants and boxers off. Addison circled one of his nipples with her tongue and teased just the head of his length with her thumb and grinned when she felt him struggle to stay still.
“Yeah,” Mark breathed heavily as she kissed her way down his chest, the blanket long unnecessary. He knew that if he didn’t continue she would stop and her mouth just threatening to slide down on him felt far too good to give up. “The way you squirm and moan and the way you taste, oh...God.” He groaned as she swirled her tongue around and slid her mouth over his erection. Mark played lightly with her hair, careful not to pull too hard or push her, and hoped that she understood it was her fault he couldn’t talk anymore.
Without warning, Addison felt herself being pulled away from him and she barely had time to pout because her fun was interrupted before she was flipped over and Mark was inside of her. She scratched her nails into his back as he fucked her hard, screaming in pleasure as he bit down on her shoulder and rubbed her clit. She came first and exploded into sensory overload when she felt his hot release spill inside of her. He kept kissing her neck and collarbone while their breathing calmed and he soothed the bite mark on her shoulder with his tongue.
Addison cuddled into his embrace when her body finally calmed down enough to be touched again and pulled the blanket up tight around them. She looked up at the sky and watched the occasional bright lights flash across her vision, certain that they were no longer leftover fireworks from uncountable explosive orgasms. Mark eventually suggested getting back and she agreed, pulling on just enough clothing to be socially acceptable if they did see anyone else.
They slept in separate sleeping bags but only because they were too tired to take off their clothing, again, and it would be far too hot otherwise. But Mark still slipped an arm around Addison and spooned around her and she still woke up with her head under his chin.
“I’m not helping you pack up,” Addison smirked from the picnic table over her coffee. She clasped her knees to her chest and, amused, watched Mark take down the tent. They were both a bit sore and discovered rug burn in a few unfortunate places.
“Because this was my idea.” He grimaced and pulled out a stake and had to brace his hand on the ground to keep from falling backwards. He shot Addison a look that the incident was just between them.
“Yes.”