What Will It Take? Part VII (NC-17 Version)
By: Lori (SixteenOzs)

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SUMMARY: Follows What Will It Take? Part VI

PART VII

Over two hours passed before Mark opened the door to the cottage. He made an effort to be quiet, in case Elizabeth was already asleep. Walking in, he noticed that she was in bed, resting in a semi-fetal position, her back to the door. A small lamp on the table next to his side of the bed was turned on, providing the only light to the room.

She tensed as she heard the sound of the doorknob. Propping herself up on one arm, she looked over her shoulder and quietly called, "Mark?"

"Yeah, it's me," he replied.

"What time is it?" she wondered.

"Almost twelve."

They watched each other, both uncertain what to say next. After a moment, he walked closer to the bed, took his watch off and placed it on the table, picked up a few things from his bag and went into the bathroom.

She sat up in bed and sighed. She pulled her knees to her chest and waited for him to return.

"Can we talk?" she asked hesitantly as he came out of the bathroom.

"Sure," he nodded quietly as he sat down on the bed facing her.

She swallowed hard, "I'm sorry. I was wrong. I know you're not just here for the sex, and I know you care about me. I guess the truth is that this has been bothering ME more than I've been willing to admit, but it was easier to take it out in you. I am sorry, Mark."

He watched her for a moment, then smiled slightly. "Apology accepted."

"Thank you," she whispered with a weak smile.

"You were right about one thing thought. I won't tell you it doesn't matter," he admitted. "But YOU matter more to me. One day, I hope you will fell comfortable so that we can make love, and I can hold you in my arms like that again. But even if that doesn't happen, I'll be happy as long as I'm with you."

Her breath caught in her throat at the look of complete and total sincerity she saw in his eyes. A stray tear ran down her cheek. Her jaw trembled as she said, "I don't deserve you."

"I'm not perfect," he reminded her. "I'm just in love with you."

"After the way I've been acting, I'm not even sure I deserve that," she said quietly.

"You do," he assured her as he turned around and climbed under the comforter next to her. Wrapping her in his arms, he asked, "Ready to get some sleep?"

"Yeah," she nodded as she rested her head on his shoulder.

He took his glasses off and placed them on the table before turning off the light.

"'Night, Elizabeth," he whispered as he kissed her on the forehead.

"'Night," she echoed. "I love you."

He smiled. "I love you, too."

She awoke as the sun filtered through the window and stretched across her pillow. Still not opening her eyes, she reached across the bed, expecting to find Mark. Finding the other side of the bed empty, she opened her eyes and looked around.

He was walking across the room carrying two cups of coffee, which he sat on the coffee table.

"You're not very nice," she said from the bed with a grin.

He turned to look at her and folded his arms across his chest. "And just how do you figure that?" he grinned.

"You weren't here when I woke up."

"Sorry," he smiled as he walked closer to her and sat on the edge of the bed. "I went to the main house to pick up breakfast."

"Then I guess I might be persuaded to forgive you," she said with a laugh.

"Might be?" he questioned.

"Okay," she relented, "you're forgiven."

"Thank you," he laughed.

"You're welcome," she smiled. "So, what's the plan for today?"

"I don't know," he shrugged. "They've got tennis courts here. We haven't played in a while. Or, we could borrow a couple of bikes and go for a ride along the lake."

She considered this for a few moments, then suggested, "Why don't we do both?"

"What do you mean?" he questioned.

"We could play tennis this morning, then maybe take a picnic and spend the afternoon on the lake," she explained.

"Sounds great," he nodded with a smile. "Just don't make any plans for tonight. I've already taken care of that."

"What?" she asked suspiciously.

"I can't tell you," he said simply. "It's a surprise."

"Mark," she said pointedly.

"You're just going to have be patient," he said with a grin.

"I'm a doctor. It's not in my nature to be patient," she countered.

"Can you try?" he asked. "For me."

She watched him for a moment, then smiled reluctantly, "Okay."

"Thank you," he said softly as he leaned over and kissed her tenderly.

After adjusting the clip in her hair, Elizabeth shrugged out of her robe and reached for the dress that was hanging on the back of the bathroom door. She slipped the dress over her head, then gently smoothed the dark green silk. Looking in the mirror, she couldn't help but smile. The A-line dress, with a square neck and thin straps that ran over her shoulders, hugged all the right places.

Calling through the bathroom door, she asked, "So, what are we doing tonight?"

"It's a surprise," Mark replied.

"You're still not going to tell me?" she questioned as she reached into her cosmetic bag and applied her lipstick.

"Nope," he said, and she could hear the laughter in his voice.

Opening the bathroom door, she placed one hand on her hip and rested the other on the doorframe. Grinning, she said, "Do you realize that you can be completely infuriating at times?"

His back was to her as he laughed and said, "As long as you know that you're just as-" He stopped as he turned around to face her. Softly, he whispered, "Wow. You look amazing."

"For that, I'll forgive you for what you were about to say," she laughed. "Besides, you're not looking too bad yourself."

"Thanks," he smiled.

She stepped away from the bathroom and stopped to pick up her purse which was lying on the foot of the bed. Walking to the front door of the cottage, she again asked, "Where are we going?"

Walking to the atrium doors, he smiled and said, "We're here."

"We're here?" she questioned.

"Yeah," he nodded as he opened the doors, revealing a candlelit table for two on the patio.

She stared at him in awe for a moment, then started walking closer to him. She placed her purse on the table, then slipped her arms around his neck. Smiling, she asked, "How did you manage all of this?"

"Remember last night, when I went back up to the main house while you were taking a bath? I first talked to them about it the idea then, and I finalized everything this morning when I picked up breakfast," he explained.

"It's incredible," she whispered.

"I just wanted to do something special for you," he smiled.

Taking her hand, he led her out onto the patio and held her chair as she sat down at the table. Before he took his seat, he poured them each a glass of wine, then removed the warming covers revealing roast prime rib of beef au jus, fresh string beans and seasoned potatoes, along with a garden salad.

"I'm impressed," she commented with a smile.

"You should be," he grinned back.

They enjoyed a leisurely dinner, followed by Elizabeth's favorite white chocolate and raspberry cheesecake for dessert.

"Dinner was wonderful," she said with a smile.

"That's not the only surprise I've got planned for tonight," he said smiled.

"It's not?" she questioned suspiciously.

"No," he shook his head as he stood up. He walked over to her side of the table and took a small velvet box out of his pocket. Kneeling in front of her, he opened it to reveal a round-cut diamond ring, with pear-shaped side-stones, in a platinum setting. Drawing in a deep breath, he said, "I love you, Elizabeth Corday. And I want us to spend the rest of our lives together. Will you marry me?"

She inhaled deeply as her eyes filled with tears and she held her hand to her mouth in shock. After several moments, she moved her hand and breathed, "Oh, Mark."

He watched her expectantly, waiting for her answer.

"I love you, Mark. It's just that, that, I'm not sure now is the best time for this," she said nervously.

He smiled gently. "I'm not asking you to marry me tomorrow, or next week, or next month. I just want to know that one day, when you're ready, you'll become my wife. I know the last few months have been hard for you, and the last thing I'd ever want to do is make this harder. But I do want you to know that no matter what happens, no matter where this goes, I will be here for you. I have every intention of spending the rest of my life with you."

She couldn't deny that there were nagging doubts in the back of her mind. This was a huge step, even if she hadn't been recovering from the rape. But, as she looked into his eyes, those doubts were replaced with the certainty of how she felt for him. With everything they'd been through together, she knew that she never wanted to face a day without him. She couldn't help but smile as the tears traced their way down her face. "After a speech like that, how can I say no?"

"So, is that a yes?" he wondered with a smile.

"Yes," she nodded. "Yes, Mark Greene. I will marry you."

Carefully, he removed the ring from the box, picked up her left hand and slipped the ring onto her third finger. Still holding her hand, he stood up and pulled her up so that she was standing next to him.

"I love you," he whispered.

She smiled as she felt his breath brush across her cheek. "I love you, too," she said as she looked into his eyes. Pulling her hand away from him, she wrapped her arms around his neck and drew him closer until their lips met.

They remained in each other's arms as the kiss ended. Quietly, she admitted, "When we left Chicago yesterday, I'm not sure what I had in mind for this weekend. But I can honestly say that it has been better than anything I could have ever imagined. Thank you."

"You're welcome," he smiled. After a moment, he said, "Wait right here."

"Okay," she nodded as she curiously watched him disappear into the cottage. She heard the soft notes of music emanating from the stereo. Mark returned a moment later.

"May I have this dance?" he asked as he held out his hand to her.

"You can have EVERY dance," she grinned as she took his hand.

He took her in his arms and they began to move slowly in time to the music as the breeze off the lake swirled around them.

Quietly, she reiterated her earlier sentiment. "Mark, this weekend has been perfect. I don't know how I can ever begin to thank you."

"You don't have to," he said, shaking his head. "The look in your eyes right now is everything I need."

She smiled before kissing him gently, then resting her cheek on his shoulder. They remained like that through several songs.

Finally, he glanced at is watch. "It's almost time for your next surprise," he said with a grin.

"There's more?" she questioned in disbelief.

"Yes, there is," he nodded as he took her hand and lead her to one of the chaise lounges on the patio. He sat down, then motioned for her to sit next to him.

"So, what's the surprise?" she asked with a smile as she stretched out next to him and leaned back against his chest.

Wrapping his arms around her, he said, "Just wait."

She turned around slightly and grinned. "All I've got to say is it's going to take a lot to top your last one."

"You liked that?" he questioned with a smile.

"I loved that," she confirmed.

"And I love you," he said softly.

She smiled. "I love you, too."

She turned slightly at the sound of a shrill whistle coming from not too far away. Looking up, the sky erupted into a brilliant array of colors. Her jaw dropped as she turned back to him. "Fireworks?"

"Yeah," he nodded.

"You arranged this?" she asked, still finding it difficult to believe.

"Just for you."

"You ARE amazing," she said as she smiled and shook her head. "Just one question."

"What?" he wondered.

Grinning, she asked, "What would you have done if I said no?"

"I took a chance that you wouldn't," he grinned back.

"Then I suppose it paid off," she smiled.

"I think so," he nodded.

She relaxed in his arms as they watched the rest of the show. Once the fireworks ended, they continued to stare at the sky, picking out constellations and planets.

He noticed that she'd been quiet for a while. "Elizabeth?"

"Yeah?" she replied softly.

"What are you thinking about?" he inquired.

She didn't respond immediately. After a moment, she asked, "In the span of a lifetime, four months really isn't that long, is it?"

"I guess not," he admitted. "Why do you ask?"

"I was just thinking that it was sort of strange that the worst and the best nights of my life came so close to each other," she remarked. "For the first time, I really feel like I'm moving past the rape. It finally seems as if there is something for me to look forward to, instead of constantly looking back."

"You have a lot to look forward to, Elizabeth," he said softly. "I promise."

She turned and looked into his eyes. Smiling, she said, "I know."

He kissed her gently, then they both turned back to look at the sky.

A moment later, he asked, "Did you see that?"

"Yeah," she nodded, "a shooting star."

"Did you make a wish?" he wondered.

"Yes," she confirmed. "You?"

"Yeah. What was yours?"

"I can't tell you! Then it wouldn't come true," she said with a laugh. But to herself, she couldn't help but think that she already had everything for which she could possibly wish.

She pulled a robe on over her gown as she came out of the bathroom later that night and winced slightly.

"You okay?" he questioned in a concerned tone as he turned around from the sofa to look at her.

"I think I pulled something in my shoulder when we were playing tennis this morning," she explained.

"Why don't you let me see what I can do?" he suggested.

"I could go for a massage right about now," she said with a grin.

"Then you're in luck," he smiled.

She walked over to the bed and took off the robe, revealing a soft ice blue silk gown with a low-cut back and a high slit on the side.

He watched her curiously. He wasn't sure he'd ever seen her in that particular gown before.

She stretched out on the bed and folded her arms under her head. Looking at him, she smiled and asked, "You coming?"

"Yeah," he nodded as he stood up and walked closer to her. As he started to massage her shoulders he commented, "We're supposed to be relaxing this weekend. I can't believe you're this tense."

"I can't remember the last time I wasn't this tense," she admitted quietly.

"Why didn't you tell me?" he wondered.

"Didn't want you to worry," she replied.

"I thought we went over this last night," he remarked.

"We did," she acknowledged.

"I'm here for you, Elizabeth," he reminded her as he continued to work out the knots in her back and shoulders.

"I know," she nodded. With a slight smile, she said, "But I'm also stubbornly independent. I just felt like I should try to deal with this on my own."

"Yeah," he agreed, "that's one of the reasons I fell in love with you."

"What?" she questioned.

"Your independence, it's one of the reasons I fell in love with you," he explained.

"What else?" she inquired.

"The way you can take control of a trauma, the way you laugh, the way you can make me feel better no matter how bad my day has been, the way you seem to know what I'm thinking before I do," he said softly.

She turned over so that she was lying on her back, looking up at him. "Do you want to know why I fell in love with you?"

"Yeah," he nodded as he stretched out beside her on the bed.

She smiled. "The way you seem right in your element no matter how crazy things get in the ER, the way you can make me laugh, the little ways you show you care, like convincing me to crash that wedding after I missed my presentation, taking me to the arcade or out for a milkshake after a rough day, having the newspaper framed just because my picture was on it, barbecuing in the snow, planning this weekend. It's the way I feel completely safe and comfortable when I'm with you."

"I don't know what I'd do without you," he whispered as he brushed her hair back from her face.

"I feel the same," she said simply. She watched him with a smile, then said, "Mark?"

"Yes?"

"Make love to me," she requested softly.

He studied her for a few moments. "Elizabeth? Are you sure?"

"Yes," she nodded firmly.

"I don't want to push you into something you're not ready for. That's not why I planned this weekend, or why I proposed tonight," he said seriously as he looked into her eyes.

She gently caressed his cheek. "I know," she nodded. "That's not why I said yes, and that's not why I'm doing this. I love you, and I want to be with you."

"You're sure?" he questioned again.

She laughed. "Yes, Mark. I'm sure. This is what I want."

"Will you promise me something?" he asked somewhat hesitantly.

"What?" she wondered.

"Promise you'll let me know if I do something that makes you uncomfortable, or if you want me to stop," he said intently.

She smiled at the tenderness she saw in his eyes, "I promise." Grinning, she said, "Now, will you do something for me?"

"What?" he asked.

"Shut up and kiss me."

He chuckled softly as he slipped his arms around her, pulled her closer and lowered his lips to hers.

She closed her eyes and tipped her head back slightly, parting her lips and welcoming the taste of his kiss. She felt his hands roam over the bare skin of her back, and she reveled in their warmth, a warmth that seemed to reach straight into her soul. She arched her back, wanting to be closer to him, needing to be closer to him.

The kiss had begun tenderly. Slowly, cautiously, he deepened the kiss, gently probing, exploring, her mouth with his. From her mouth, he moved down, placing a trail of hot, moist kisses over her chin, down her throat and across her collar bone. Keeping his left hand on her back, he moved his right hand to her knee and began to work his way up her thigh and over the silky material that covered her hip.

For a brief moment, her memory flashed back to the night in the parking garage, with Rollins' hands all over her. She opened her eyes and stubbornly pushed that thought out of her mind. He'd ruined more than enough of her nights. She refused to let him destroy this one.

She moved her hands to the back of Mark's neck, then gently guided his lips back to hers. She smiled as she saw the look of concern, the silent questioning, in his eyes. She soundlessly nodded her assent as she softly caressed the back of his neck.

She let her head roll back on her shoulders and sighed contentedly as he began to kiss the base of her throat. After a few moments, she ran her hands over his back and under his tee shirt, then traced aimless patterns over his skin. He pulled back slightly, allowing her to pull the shirt over his head. Looking into his eyes, she grinned as she tossed it over the edge of the bed. She carefully raised her body and gently pushed him down on the other side of the bed before moving so that she was lying on top of him.

"Got me where you want me?" he asked with a grin.

She chuckled just before her lips met his. "Yeah, you could say that."

After a few moments, she deepened the kiss. He gently caressed her back, waiting to follow her lead. At that moment, the most important thing for him was to make sure she was comfortable. He'd seen the pain she'd been through, and he'd promised himself that he would never do anything to add to that.

As the kiss ended, she looked into his eyes and had to smile. The nervousness she felt was gradually being replaced by a sense of trust and completeness. She slowly began to place gentle kisses over his chest. She could feel his erection brush against her leg as she ran her hands along his sides until she reached the waistband of his boxers. She shifted her eyes back to his, and he wordlessly lifted his hips, allowing her to remove his boxers.

He watched as she kneeled over him. Her arousal was obvious from her hardened nipples, which strained against the sheer fabric of her gown, and the dampness between her thighs. She cautiously ran her tongue over her swollen lips in nervous anticipation. This would be the first time he'd seen her nude since the rape. Drawing in a quiet breath, she reminded herself that the bruises were gone and that she was the only one who would know that they were ever there.

She slowly gathered the material of her gown in her hands, then pulled it over her head and let it fall to the floor next to the bed.

He smiled as he admired her body. "You are beautiful," he said softly as he ran his hands along the silken skin of her thighs, over her hips and up her sides until he was gently cupping her breasts in his hands.

A soft moan escaped her lips as he rolled her nipples between his thumb and index finger on each hand. She gently began to lower her chest to his, and he slipped his arms around the small of her back. She stopped just as her breasts were barely touching his chest. She carefully removed his glasses and placed them on the table next to the bed. Turning her attention back to him, her red curls fell around his face as she softly requested, "Take me."

In one fluent movement, he pushed back the sheet and comforter on the bed an shifted their bodies so that she was lying on her back, her hair gracefully fanned across the pillow. He kissed her lightly before moving down to explore her body. He softly kneaded her breast with his hand, as he lowered his mouth to the other. As he teased her nipple with his tongue, she arched her back, pressing her body closer to his. "Oh, Mark," she moaned.

He continued his pleasurable torment, shifting his attention from one breast to the other, and back again until her breathing became ragged and her only thoughts were of what she wanted him to do to her next. "Mark, please," she murmured. "I want you. Now."

He tenderly kissed her neck, then her chin and finally her lips. Using his knee, he carefully parted her legs. She lifted her hips and guided him into her warm, wet recesses.

He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her shoulder as he slowly began to move in and out of her body. After a few moments, she ran her hands up and down his back as she lifted her hips to meet his thrusts.

Their two bodies slowly melted into one fluid form, and for the first time in a very long while she felt complete. Even as her mind and body were preoccupied with the waves of pleasure that were washing over her, somewhere in her subconscious she realized that she'd never truly lost the one thing she'd most feared Rollins had taken from her: her relationship with Mark, this intimacy that they shared.

She could feel herself on the brink of climaxing. She brushed her hand against his cheek and guided his face so that he was looking at her. She wanted to see her desire for him reflected in his eyes as she came.

She cried out his name as their bodies trembled under the intensity of the passion and desire they felt for one another.

Several moments later, he rested his head on her chest as they both tried to catch their breath. He looked up when she didn't move or say anything. "Elizabeth?"

Still not trusting her voice, she just gently ran the tips of her fingers over his back.

He moved slightly, shifting his weight so that he wasn't lying on top of her. He watched her as he smoothed her hair back from her face.

A few moments later, she opened her eyes and they met his. Smiling, she whispered, "Wow."

He laughed softly. "You okay?"

"I'm wonderful," she assured him.

"Then why are your crying?" he asked as he gently brushed away a tear.

"Because I was afraid I'd never feel this way again," she admitted, her voice wavering slightly. She drew in a deep breath before she began to explain. "Until I met you, whenever I was with someone, it was as if there was this wall that I kept up to protect myself. I don't know what happened, I don't know how to explain it, but I could never do that with you. Even the first night we were together, I wasn't afraid to let you see everything, I trusted you. I've always been convinced that's why lying in your arms after we made love felt so amazing. After the rape, I was afraid that wall was back and I wouldn't be able to let it down again, even with you. I was afraid I'd never feel like this again." She sighed softly, then added, "That's why I pulled back last night. It was easier not to know what was going to happen than to know that feeling was gone."

"So what changed your mind about not wanting to know?" he asked.

She smiled. "Tonight, I realized that even though Rollins raped me, that didn't change what I have with you. I still love you more than I ever thought possible, I still trust you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Even if it wasn't the same, I knew we could get through it together."

"I love you, I trust you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you, too," he reminded her with a smile.

"I know," she nodded. Grinning, she added, "You made that pretty clear tonight when you proposed."

"I meant every word," he said seriously.

"So did I," she replied before kissing him softly. After a few moments, she smiled slightly and said, "I can't get over how wonderful I feel right now."

"You deserve it," he said simply.

"I just want to stay in your arms all night," she said as moved so she could rest her head on his shoulder.

He pulled the comforter around her before he said, "You won't hear me complaining."

She chuckled as she reached for his hand and laced her fingers with his.

He was more than a little surprised not to find Elizabeth in his arms when he woke up. The room was still relatively dark, so he knew it must be early. He picked up his watch and the time read five-forty-two. Sitting up, he put on his glasses and looked around. The atrium doors leading out onto the patio were open. He got out of bed, pulled on his robe and walked outside to find her sitting in one of the Adirondack chairs.

Grinning, he said, "Yesterday, I seem to recall someone complaining that she had to wake up alone."

"I didn't wake up alone this morning," she grinned back.

"But I did," he pointed out as he sat in the chair next to her.

"I'll make it up to you," she promised with a smile.

"What are you doing up this early anyway?" he wondered.

"I wanted to watch the sunrise," she replied.

"You're facing west," he pointed out, "the sun rises in the east."

"I know that!" she said with a laugh.

"Did you have another nightmare?" he asked carefully.

"No," she said honestly as she looked at him. Sighing, she said, "I just couldn't sleep. I suppose I'm afraid that this is all a dream, that I'll wake up and I'll be back where I was before this weekend."

"This isn't a dream," he assured her as he gently took her hand in his. "Everything that has happened this weekend has been real, very, very real."

"It's been so long since I felt this good," she admitted quietly. "I'm not sure how to react."

"I think you're doing just fine," he said with a smile.

"Thank you," she said sincerely. A few minutes passed before she commented, "You proposed, you were ready to spend the rest of your life with me, before we made love."

"Yes," he nodded.

"Didn't that make you nervous?" she wondered.

"No," he shook his head. "I knew it would happen. When the time was right. When you felt comfortable. I love you, Elizabeth. And I can't imagine my life without you in it. I don't want to imagine that. That's why I asked you to marry me."

"You're wonderful," she said simply.

"You're not too bad yourself," he grinned.

She leaned back in the chair, closed her eyes and drew in a deep breath. After a few moments, she opened her eyes and turned her head in his direction. "I don't want to go back this afternoon."

"Why not?" he inquired.

She didn't respond immediately. "It's just that up here, I don't have to worry about Rollins, or the trial, or Romano and the paperwork. I can focus on me, on us. It's been wonderful."

"Then we'll just have to remember this weekend until we can come back," he suggested.

"Is that a promise?" she questioned with a smile.

"That we'll be back here?" he asked. She nodded. "Yeah. It is."

"What would I do without you?" she asked softy.

"As long as I have anything to say about it, you'll never have to find out," he promised.

She smiled, then commented, "We're getting married."

"I know," he smiled back. "You're sure you're ready for this?"

"Yes," she assured him firmly.

He looked up to the sky, and the first rays of the sun could be seen rising over the cottage behind them. "Now that you've seen the sun rise, what would you say to going back to bed? We have to be up this early for work tomorrow. We should enjoy sleeping in while we have the chance."

She laughed, "You had to bring up the 'w' word, didn't you?"

"Sorry," he grinned.

She stood up, walked over to him and gently pulled him up by the lapels of his robe. "What time do we have to check out?" she wondered.

"Two," he replied.

"Plenty of time," she commented as she slipped her arms around his neck.

"For what?" he asked with a smile.

"Why don't I show you?" she suggested just before their lips met.

This is my first attempt at a NC-17 story. I would really like your honest comments. Please e-mail me at SixteenOzs02@yahoo.com

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