Fic: Geometric Relationships...(the Allemande Right Remix) [Grey's Anatomy; Mark/Addison/Alex/Izzie;
Title: Geometric Relationships More Realistic Than the Love Triangle (the Allemande Right Remix)
Author: Amy (fox1013)
Summary: Four doctors. Seven ficlets. Seven different pairings. (The less serious version.)
Fandom: Grey's Anatomy
Pairings: Izzie Stevens/Addison Montgomery, Addison Montgomery/Alex Karev, Addison Montgomery/Mark Sloan, Izzie Stevens/Alex Karev, Mark Sloan/Alex Karev, Izzie Stevens/Mark Sloan.
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Shonda's.
Original story: Geometric Relationships More Realistic Than the Love Triangle by pirateygoodness
1,643 words
1. dancing with myself (Mark/Mark)
Mark is hot. And he knows it.
The thing is, sometimes hot isn't enough.
Oh, sure, he can get any girl into bed with nothing more than a long look and a smile. And sure, he's barely been at Seattle Grace for a month and he's already been propositioned by half the nursing staff. His reality's pretty great. But there's more to life than reality.
As great as reality is, fantasy is always that much better.
He's standing in the shower, hot water beating down on his back, and when he closes his eyes he can see them all so clearly. A million perfect scenarios. He's only human if the first thing he does when these thoughts spring to mind is slide one hand down to his cock and start elaborating.
The best part of a fantasy, Mark knows, is that it doesn't need to be real. He's making a choice not to bang any of them tonight, but if he wanted to? Any of these could become reality. In a second.
After all. Who wouldn't go for it? He's fucking hot.
2. save the last dance (Izzie/Alex)
Neither Karev nor Stevens realized that Mark was watching them today.
They were doing their dance, the give-and-take of insult and flirtation that reminds Mark so much of him and Addison that it's almost scary. But they're different, too, different enough that thinking back Mark gets off on the contrast as much as the similarity.
Karev had the look that Mark remembers well, the "everyone in the hospital is conspiring against me" look that, okay, maybe never entirely goes away. And Stevens had the look that Addison always gets whenever Mark has that look.
Except unlike Addison, who always ends up rolling her eyes and walking away, Stevens asked if he was okay, and Karev said yes.
And maybe it ended there, but maybe it didn't. Maybe they walked off together, and (Mark smiles to himself) maybe they found the same kind of holes in the wall that he and Addison found, back in New York. Maybe Izzie gives a better blowjob than Addison but Alex is worse than Mark. Maybe it doesn't matter because for them it's here and now and good.
And now... now Mark is thinking about all of this more.
God damn.
3. i don't feel like dancin' (Alex/Mark)
Now Karev is making out with Mark.
Alex. Maybe he should call him Alex, if he's going to be fantasizing about kissing him.
No. Karev.
And they're kissing like they were fighting, which (Addison has definitely proven) is the best kind of kissing. Because if Mark has learned one thing, it's that some arguments get settled with conversation and some... well, some get settled with sex. And this one is clearly not getting settled with talk.
They're in the stairwell, and Mark's got Karev shoved against the wall, and hey, this is what guys do. Sometimes. When they fight. They stare each other down.
Staring each other down that turns into hard, angry kisses that turn into Alex sliding his hand behind Mark's head and Mark's hands making their way up his shirt.
Look, Mark is good at both kinds of fight resolution, but he's really good at this one.
And hooking up with Karev, he thinks, is basically like hooking up with himself, which is something, hey, who wouldn't want to?
"You're probably right," Karev says between kisses. "It doesn't really matter if the Jell-o is cherry or strawberry, as long as they're wrestling in it."
4. some girls (dance with women) (Izzie/Addison)
And Jell-O wrestling is hot, but... a little implausible, you know? At least in the hospital. (Mark files it away for future fantasy, but... he's on a role right now.) Back at Seattle Grace, there's just not that much room to set up a pit.
So no. Stevens is still on probation, but she's at the hospital and she's not so crazy anymore. Which works, except that maybe she's not dressed in her scrubs. Maybe she's dressed in something... hotter. No, got it. Scrub pants, and a bra. Yes. Hot.
She can do this, because she's not allowed to touch the patient anyway (even in a fantasy there are limits to what Mark can allow for- he's still a doctor), so maybe she's playing with her hair, maybe biting her lip a little, with that smile. That smile where maybe she knows something no one else knows- not likely, but let her think that- which means she has to be thinking of something that's not medicine, because... well. Everyone knows Izzie Stevens's track record in medicine.
But she's watching O'Malley working with Addison, and Addison's doing that thing she used to do to Mark sometimes, when she was professional and subtly flirting all at once, all in gestures and glances and sometimes these little smiles that would make any guy hard.
Stevens hooks fingers in her bra straps and edges one down her shoulder.
Addison tells George to keep going with the prep they're doing.
Then she goes off and finger-fucks Izzie in a closet, as a reward for paying attention. She's as focused as she is with Mark, but unlike with him, she's the one in control.
Just because Izzie can't touch doesn't mean Addison can't.
5. i bet you look good on the dancefloor (Izzie/Mark)
Which is a great thought, because now Mark is thinking about finger-fucking Izzie Stevens, and that's a pretty great way to get off, really. Hell, he's seen girls like her in underwear ads and jerked off to that; it's not his fault that Izzie Stevens has a look that invites it.
When he's thinking about her like this, though, he realizes he can't ask her to get him coffee. He can, however, ask her to get him porn.
When he asks for the first time, she refuses to take his money, and gives him directions to the magazine stand out front. (She also slaps him and calls him a chauvinist pig, which is... kind of a turn on.)
Mark just smiles. That's okay. He can take his time.
The next few times go the same way. Until finally he pauses, letting her handprint show up on his cheek, and gives her a long look that's filled with something that he hopes looks a lot less like contempt, and a little more like respect.
She totally buys it.
He smiles when he slips the bills back into his wallet, and he winks at Izzie a little. (She's totally charmed by it, too.) He says, "Doctor Stevens, you might remember I'm new here, and I'm a still little fuzzy with directions. Would you mind showing me where to go?"
He's never been so smooth, not even with Addison.
She says no, but that's okay, because neither of them actually wants to buy anything anyway. They end up in a supply closet. One thing leads to another and pretty soon she's doing very, very, very dirty things to him. He doesn't get to finger-fucking, but more importantly, it's so great he can't bring himself to care.
It's even better than porn.
6. do you wanna dance? (Addison/Alex)
But there's always Addison, and what's Addison doing while Mark is busy?
And once he thinks that he can't unthink that, which means that the fantasy of Izzie is fading away and replacing itself with Addison. And... oh, for fuck's sake.
Karev clearly does not get that it's not in his best interest to try to flirt with the woman his boss is trying to get back together with. Which is stupid, but hey, that's Karev for you, sometimes.
He obviously knows he can't compete with Mark in terms of sexual prowess, because when he comes up to Addison in the parking lot (her car is candy apple red, like her lips, and like the skintight off-the-shoulder shirt Mark has just decided she's wearing) he's carrying two black coffees, and holding them in such a way that one is clearly not for him.
He's such a fucking suck-up that it makes Mark a little sick, but he also is kind of reminding him of himself, ten years earlier, right down to his posture. In fact, watching Addison interacting with Alex is kind of like watching Addison now with him in the past (and if maybe Alex's face is suddenly more and more like him- well, Mark's a handsome guy, okay?), and that's... pretty hot.
"Hey," Alex-who's-actually-Mark says. "You want to go fuck in your car?"
Addison nods.
7. time to dance (Addison/Mark)
Addison is playing hard to get again. Or at least, she thinks she is. She's trying to. Or maybe she's thinking about Derek, and that's what makes her look away at first when Mark-in-the-now smirks at her in the elevator and waits. Just waits.
He doesn't have to wait long. He knows every one of her weak spots. And he's pretty sure that she knows how much he likes this part, and that's why she's taking so long before giving in.
It's a patented Mark Sloan move, being just a little bit over the top while he leans over her to get a chart instead of walking around her to get it.
Oh, yeah. She wants him. She wants him bad.
In real time Mark might wonder: don't people in a hospital ever need supplies? But in a fantasy the closet is nothing but a warehouse for all of Mark's dirtiest fantasies about Addison, and right now she's fulfilling eight or nine of them, all at once.
He fucks her against the wall and when she comes she bites his shoulder, so sharp she almost breaks skin.
He tries to think of the best thing she could say to him right now. I really want this to work out between us. Or, fuck Derek, I want to live with you.
She looks up at him, her eyes sparkling with something he can't quite identify.
"How would you feel about a threesome with Dr. Torres?" she asks.
He'll never tell her this, but Mark is in love.
Author: Amy (fox1013)
Summary: Four doctors. Seven ficlets. Seven different pairings. (The less serious version.)
Fandom: Grey's Anatomy
Pairings: Izzie Stevens/Addison Montgomery, Addison Montgomery/Alex Karev, Addison Montgomery/Mark Sloan, Izzie Stevens/Alex Karev, Mark Sloan/Alex Karev, Izzie Stevens/Mark Sloan.
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Shonda's.
Original story: Geometric Relationships More Realistic Than the Love Triangle by pirateygoodness
1,643 words
1. dancing with myself (Mark/Mark)
Mark is hot. And he knows it.
The thing is, sometimes hot isn't enough.
Oh, sure, he can get any girl into bed with nothing more than a long look and a smile. And sure, he's barely been at Seattle Grace for a month and he's already been propositioned by half the nursing staff. His reality's pretty great. But there's more to life than reality.
As great as reality is, fantasy is always that much better.
He's standing in the shower, hot water beating down on his back, and when he closes his eyes he can see them all so clearly. A million perfect scenarios. He's only human if the first thing he does when these thoughts spring to mind is slide one hand down to his cock and start elaborating.
The best part of a fantasy, Mark knows, is that it doesn't need to be real. He's making a choice not to bang any of them tonight, but if he wanted to? Any of these could become reality. In a second.
After all. Who wouldn't go for it? He's fucking hot.
2. save the last dance (Izzie/Alex)
Neither Karev nor Stevens realized that Mark was watching them today.
They were doing their dance, the give-and-take of insult and flirtation that reminds Mark so much of him and Addison that it's almost scary. But they're different, too, different enough that thinking back Mark gets off on the contrast as much as the similarity.
Karev had the look that Mark remembers well, the "everyone in the hospital is conspiring against me" look that, okay, maybe never entirely goes away. And Stevens had the look that Addison always gets whenever Mark has that look.
Except unlike Addison, who always ends up rolling her eyes and walking away, Stevens asked if he was okay, and Karev said yes.
And maybe it ended there, but maybe it didn't. Maybe they walked off together, and (Mark smiles to himself) maybe they found the same kind of holes in the wall that he and Addison found, back in New York. Maybe Izzie gives a better blowjob than Addison but Alex is worse than Mark. Maybe it doesn't matter because for them it's here and now and good.
And now... now Mark is thinking about all of this more.
God damn.
3. i don't feel like dancin' (Alex/Mark)
Now Karev is making out with Mark.
Alex. Maybe he should call him Alex, if he's going to be fantasizing about kissing him.
No. Karev.
And they're kissing like they were fighting, which (Addison has definitely proven) is the best kind of kissing. Because if Mark has learned one thing, it's that some arguments get settled with conversation and some... well, some get settled with sex. And this one is clearly not getting settled with talk.
They're in the stairwell, and Mark's got Karev shoved against the wall, and hey, this is what guys do. Sometimes. When they fight. They stare each other down.
Staring each other down that turns into hard, angry kisses that turn into Alex sliding his hand behind Mark's head and Mark's hands making their way up his shirt.
Look, Mark is good at both kinds of fight resolution, but he's really good at this one.
And hooking up with Karev, he thinks, is basically like hooking up with himself, which is something, hey, who wouldn't want to?
"You're probably right," Karev says between kisses. "It doesn't really matter if the Jell-o is cherry or strawberry, as long as they're wrestling in it."
4. some girls (dance with women) (Izzie/Addison)
And Jell-O wrestling is hot, but... a little implausible, you know? At least in the hospital. (Mark files it away for future fantasy, but... he's on a role right now.) Back at Seattle Grace, there's just not that much room to set up a pit.
So no. Stevens is still on probation, but she's at the hospital and she's not so crazy anymore. Which works, except that maybe she's not dressed in her scrubs. Maybe she's dressed in something... hotter. No, got it. Scrub pants, and a bra. Yes. Hot.
She can do this, because she's not allowed to touch the patient anyway (even in a fantasy there are limits to what Mark can allow for- he's still a doctor), so maybe she's playing with her hair, maybe biting her lip a little, with that smile. That smile where maybe she knows something no one else knows- not likely, but let her think that- which means she has to be thinking of something that's not medicine, because... well. Everyone knows Izzie Stevens's track record in medicine.
But she's watching O'Malley working with Addison, and Addison's doing that thing she used to do to Mark sometimes, when she was professional and subtly flirting all at once, all in gestures and glances and sometimes these little smiles that would make any guy hard.
Stevens hooks fingers in her bra straps and edges one down her shoulder.
Addison tells George to keep going with the prep they're doing.
Then she goes off and finger-fucks Izzie in a closet, as a reward for paying attention. She's as focused as she is with Mark, but unlike with him, she's the one in control.
Just because Izzie can't touch doesn't mean Addison can't.
5. i bet you look good on the dancefloor (Izzie/Mark)
Which is a great thought, because now Mark is thinking about finger-fucking Izzie Stevens, and that's a pretty great way to get off, really. Hell, he's seen girls like her in underwear ads and jerked off to that; it's not his fault that Izzie Stevens has a look that invites it.
When he's thinking about her like this, though, he realizes he can't ask her to get him coffee. He can, however, ask her to get him porn.
When he asks for the first time, she refuses to take his money, and gives him directions to the magazine stand out front. (She also slaps him and calls him a chauvinist pig, which is... kind of a turn on.)
Mark just smiles. That's okay. He can take his time.
The next few times go the same way. Until finally he pauses, letting her handprint show up on his cheek, and gives her a long look that's filled with something that he hopes looks a lot less like contempt, and a little more like respect.
She totally buys it.
He smiles when he slips the bills back into his wallet, and he winks at Izzie a little. (She's totally charmed by it, too.) He says, "Doctor Stevens, you might remember I'm new here, and I'm a still little fuzzy with directions. Would you mind showing me where to go?"
He's never been so smooth, not even with Addison.
She says no, but that's okay, because neither of them actually wants to buy anything anyway. They end up in a supply closet. One thing leads to another and pretty soon she's doing very, very, very dirty things to him. He doesn't get to finger-fucking, but more importantly, it's so great he can't bring himself to care.
It's even better than porn.
6. do you wanna dance? (Addison/Alex)
But there's always Addison, and what's Addison doing while Mark is busy?
And once he thinks that he can't unthink that, which means that the fantasy of Izzie is fading away and replacing itself with Addison. And... oh, for fuck's sake.
Karev clearly does not get that it's not in his best interest to try to flirt with the woman his boss is trying to get back together with. Which is stupid, but hey, that's Karev for you, sometimes.
He obviously knows he can't compete with Mark in terms of sexual prowess, because when he comes up to Addison in the parking lot (her car is candy apple red, like her lips, and like the skintight off-the-shoulder shirt Mark has just decided she's wearing) he's carrying two black coffees, and holding them in such a way that one is clearly not for him.
He's such a fucking suck-up that it makes Mark a little sick, but he also is kind of reminding him of himself, ten years earlier, right down to his posture. In fact, watching Addison interacting with Alex is kind of like watching Addison now with him in the past (and if maybe Alex's face is suddenly more and more like him- well, Mark's a handsome guy, okay?), and that's... pretty hot.
"Hey," Alex-who's-actually-Mark says. "You want to go fuck in your car?"
Addison nods.
7. time to dance (Addison/Mark)
Addison is playing hard to get again. Or at least, she thinks she is. She's trying to. Or maybe she's thinking about Derek, and that's what makes her look away at first when Mark-in-the-now smirks at her in the elevator and waits. Just waits.
He doesn't have to wait long. He knows every one of her weak spots. And he's pretty sure that she knows how much he likes this part, and that's why she's taking so long before giving in.
It's a patented Mark Sloan move, being just a little bit over the top while he leans over her to get a chart instead of walking around her to get it.
Oh, yeah. She wants him. She wants him bad.
In real time Mark might wonder: don't people in a hospital ever need supplies? But in a fantasy the closet is nothing but a warehouse for all of Mark's dirtiest fantasies about Addison, and right now she's fulfilling eight or nine of them, all at once.
He fucks her against the wall and when she comes she bites his shoulder, so sharp she almost breaks skin.
He tries to think of the best thing she could say to him right now. I really want this to work out between us. Or, fuck Derek, I want to live with you.
She looks up at him, her eyes sparkling with something he can't quite identify.
"How would you feel about a threesome with Dr. Torres?" she asks.
He'll never tell her this, but Mark is in love.