Gap-Filler: "Greene With Envy"

By: Lori (SixteenOzs)

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SUMMARY: Continuation of the episode "Greene With Envy"

RATING: NC-17 THIS STORY CONTAINS MATERIAL THAT MAY NOT BE SUITABLE FOR READERS UNDER THE AGE OF 17. Please do not continue reading if you are offended by graphic scenes depicting consensual heterosexual intercourse. Click here to return to the Main Page.

ACKNOWLEDGEMENT: I would like to express my gratitude to Jen for all of her help with this gap-filler. I could not have written it without her. Her feedback and assistance was invaluable. THANK YOU SO MUCH!!

"Elizabeth!" Mark called as he started up the stairs to the El behind her. "I wanted to apologize for, uh, being... abrupt."

"You mean rude?" she questioned.

"Yes," he confirmed.

"I'll think about it," she replied coolly.

"You know, you could apologize, actually, for that crap about the head CT," he suggested as they walked along the platform.

"What?!" she questioned. "No way on earth am I going to apologize for that! You put me on the spot."

"Yeah, but I expected you to give the right answer," he said with a smile.

"The right answer?" she asked warily. Then, getting to the heart of the matter, she said, "That Lawrence is still bugging you, isn't he? Hmm?"

"Well..." he started.

"Just because he can diagnose somebody without having to order every test in the book," she reminded him.

"He may have some fancy moves in trauma, but he doesn't know how to function in an inner-city ER," he argued.

"You're afraid you might learn something," she concluded with a grin.

"He's too slow. He spends hours with every patient, and then he ties up the residents chattering on about the Radovici sign," he added as the train pulled up behind her.

"The what?" she questioned after stepping into the train.

"The..." he started to explain, but stopped. "You don't know about that?"

"No," she shook her head. "What is it?"

"I don't think I should tell you," he grinned.

"Mark!" she exclaimed as she pulled him onto the train with her.

They moved to the back of the car as the El started down the track. After a moment, she eagerly said, "So?"

"So, what?" he asked with a laugh.

"What is the Radovici sign?" she questioned impatiently.

He laughed, then repeated his earlier statement, "I don't think I should tell you."

She folded her arms across her chest and sighed heavily as she stared at him. After a moment, she smiled deviously. "Just remember, I have ways of making you talk."

"Oh, really?" he chuckled.

She glanced over her shoulder, to ensure that no one else on the train was paying attention to them, then turned back to him. "Um-hmm," she said, her eyes never leaving his as she slowly, yet deliberately, brushed her hand across the front of his scrubs.

He groaned softly as he realized what she was doing. Glancing out the window of the train, he saw that they were still about ten minutes away from the stop for her apartment. He drew in a deep breath and knew that this could be a VERY long trip.

A satisfied smile crossed her face as she saw his eyes widen and his entire body stiffen. Coyly, she wondered, "Care to tell me about the Radovici sign now?"

He stared at her for a moment, then countered, "Didn't your mother ever tell you that you should keep your hands to yourself?"

She tossed her head back with laughter. Looking back to him, she remarked, "If I'm recalling correctly, that's definitely not what you were thinking this morning in the shower."

"You mean when you were making me late for work?" he grinned.

"Oh, no," she shook her head. "Who pulled who out of bed? I wasn't on until an hour after you. I would have been perfectly happy spending that hour in bed, resting up after last night."

He chuckled as he slipped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer. "Feeling up for an encore tonight?" he wondered suggestively.

"Possibly," she grinned, "if I get what I want."

"All in due time," he assured her, just before lowering his lips to meet hers.

She remained close to him as they spent the remainder of the brief trip in silence. When the train finally reached her stop, he placed his hand on her lower back as they exited the car and made their way down the stairs.

As they walked down the street, she couldn't hide the smile that graced her lips. She stole a glance at him, and saw a huge smile on his face as well. Leaning in a little closer to him, she quickened her pace, eager to continue what they'd started on the El. She heard him chuckle softly as he increased his stride to match hers.

After reaching her building, they walked through the lobby. Elizabeth smiled upon stepping inside the empty elevator. Mark stood behind her as she pressed the button for her floor. After the doors slowly closed, he pulled her closer and gently cupped her breast as he kissed the back of her neck.

"Mark!" she chided unconvincingly.

"Just think of this as payback for the El," he teased.

She turned slightly in his arms and kissed him lightly. "Very funny."

"I thought you might like that," he laughed.

Finally arriving at her floor, they quickly covered the short distance to her apartment door. She fumbled through her purse in an attempt to find her keys, but his breath on the back of her neck was proving to be a significant distraction. Finally closing her hand around the keys, she withdrew them and tried to fit the correct one in the lock. But at that moment, he began kissing the spot behind her ear that always made her knees go weak. This time, it also made her drop the keys.

"Damn it," she hissed as she bent down on the floor to recover the keys. "Mark, I really think we need to move this inside, and that's not going to happen as long as you keep diverting my attention."

He chuckled. "Okay. I'll be good." A moment later, he whispered, "For now."

She shook her head and laughed as she finally got the key in the lock. "You are not helping!"

She opened the door and entered the apartment, with him just steps behind. She immediately dropped her things on the floor. He kicked the door closed behind him and turned her around so that her back was against the door. Before she could say anything, his lips descended on hers.

As he explored her mouth with his tongue, she frantically pushed the jacket off his shoulders. He dropped his arms to his sides as he let the jacket fall to the floor. She slipped her hands around his waist and pulled the tee shirt from the waistband of his scrubs, then ran her hands over the bare skin of his back. Wordlessly, he lifted his arms and broke the kiss long enough for her to pull the shirt over his head.

"Impatient, aren't we?" he wondered with a grin.

She looked into his deep brown eyes, then challenged, "And you're not?"

"Did I say that?" he questioned, his breath brushing against her cheek. After briefly brushing his lips against hers, he placed a trail of kisses along her jaw and down her neck. His hands slipped around her waist and brushed over her buttocks before he began to gather the fabric of her dress in his hands. He used his thumbs to lightly caress the front of her thighs, provoking a low moan from her as she let her head roll back on her shoulders.

"Oh, Mark. I want you. Now!" she said forcefully, her voice thick with desire.

"Then I guess that means I should give the lady what she wants," he said as he kissed her briefly before stepping back and pulling the dress over her head, revealing an ice blue satin bra and matching panties.

She looked up at him and grinned, "You'd better, at least if you want me to return the favor."

"So why don't we move this somewhere more comfortable," he suggested as he slipped his arms around her waist and started walking backwards towards the bedroom, pulling her along with him.

"I think that is an EXCELLENT idea, Dr. Greene," she smiled as she wrapped her arms around his neck and stepped out of her clogs as they crossed the room.

Stumbling into the bedroom, he kicked off his shoes, then covered his mouth with hers and initiated another explosive kiss.

Tearing her lips away from his, she breathlessly commented, "You are still much too overdressed."

He chuckled softly and challenged, "You want to do something about that?"

"I think you already know the answer to that one," she said with a laugh as she looked into his eyes and began to untie his scrubs. "You're lucky I'm familiar with these."

"Mmhmm," he nodded as he began to kiss the side of her neck.

She quickly pushed the scrubs over his hips. As they fell to the floor, she remarked, "You know, you can be awfully distracting."

"I thought you liked my distractions?" he whispered in her ear. His hands roamed over her back until they found the clasp on her bra, then deftly unhooked the bra and pulled the straps over her shoulders, exposing her full breasts.

She gave a throaty laugh. Placing a trail of light, feathery kisses across his chest, she reminded him, "You're not the only one who can be distracting."

As she swirled her tongue over his nipple, her hand trailed lightly over his stomach before slipping under the waistband of his boxers and gently grasping his arousal. "See what I mean?"

He closed his eyes and drew in a sharp breath at her touch. Unable to find his voice he stumbled backwards until he fell across the bed, pulling her along with him.

Kneeling over him, she pulled at the waistband of his boxers. He complied with her silent request and lifted his hips, allowing her to remove the offensive garment and toss it somewhere on the other side of the bed. She quickly followed suit and her panties were added to the growing pile of clothes.

He took his glasses off and managed to place them on the table next to the bed just before she moved so that she was straddling his hips.

She had to smile as she heard his low, pleasurable groan. Reaching behind her head, she released the clip that held the sides of her hair back and let it fall to the floor next to the bed. Shaking her head slightly to let her red curls frame her face, she kneeled over him and wondered, "So, have we taken care of all those distractions?"

He didn't say anything as he ran his hand through hair, letting his fingers get tangled in her thick tresses. He simply pulled her closer until their lips were almost touching. She gently ran her tongue over his lips. He opened his mouth and their tongues quickly engaged in a fervent dance, each tasting and exploring the other's mouth.

He let his hands fall down her back and traced aimless patters over her silken skin, then lightly caressed her buttocks before coming to rest on the front of her thighs. Looking into her eyes, he knew that she wanted this just as much as he did. He ran his hands over her hips and stomach until he was cupping her breasts in his palms, rolling her nipples between his fingers.

She moaned as she licked her lips and knew that she couldn't wait much longer. She gracefully lowered her hips to his and gasped softly as his hardness filled her. Reaching for his shoulders, she grasped them to steady herself as he thrust his hips upward. Her soft moans echoed through the room, intertwining with his low groans of pleasure.

"Mark..." she whispered, her voice several octaves lower than usual. He brought his hands around to her back, stroking her skin gently as he pulled her body closer to his. His mouth found her breast and once again, her moans filled the room as his tongue danced over her hardened nipple.

She pushed her hips down to meet each of his powerful thrusts. Looking at him, she saw that his eyes were closed, his desire for her and the intensity of what he was feeling evident from the expression on his face.

With one arm around her back, gently guiding her movements in time with his, he ran his other hand along the length of her arm. She quickly laced her fingers with his and grasped his hand tightly as she desperately tried to hold on to what little control she had left.

In one fluid movement, he shifted their bodies so that he was on top of her. Her hair fanned across the pillow as she looked into his eyes, the urgency she found there matched her own. She gave a slight, almost imperceptible, nod; and he knew exactly what it was she wanted. His strokes became longer as they gained strength. She responded as he knew she would, arching her back, pressing her body into his. As he drew her closer to the edge, she tipped her head back, closed her eyes and parted her lips as she allowed herself to respond freely to the pleasure that was radiating through her body.

As much as he loved to watch her reaction, his concentration was soon diverted by his own impending climax. She pushed her hips up off the mattress, providing the added momentum to push them both past the breaking point. She wrapped her arms around him and held on tightly while the waves of pleasure washed over them.

Their breaths were ragged as their bodies slowly came to rest. He moved to lay next to her, but pulled her into his arms, not wanting to lose the contact they shared.

A few moments later, she opened her eyes and smiled as they met his. "That was..." she stopped and searched for the right word, "incredible."

"Definitely," he confirmed just before his lips found hers.

The kiss slowly came to an end, and she wondered, "So, are you going to tell me now?"

"Tell you what?" he questioned in confusion.

She watched him with a slight smile on her face. Lightly running her fingers over his chest, she reminded him, "The Radovici sign?"

He picked up her right hand and held it in his. "Well, you scratch the thenar eminence, which causes ipsilateral contractions in the muscles of the chin," he added as he gently stroked her chin.

She laughed softly.

"Oh, definitely contracting," he concluded.

"Is that a good thing?" she wondered.

"Sadly, no. It indicates increased intercranial pressure, disturbances of the brain," he explained as he began to caress her palm, "which explains why you're working with Romano."

She chuckled as she realized he was only teasing. Moving even closer, they were both laughing as she captured his lips with hers. But she quickly became much more serious as the kiss intensified and she let her hand brush over his chest before wrapping her arm around his back.

Pulling away from her lips, he began to place a light trail of kisses over her chin, down her throat and across her collar bone.

She let her head roll back on her shoulders, and he ran his hand along her side and let it come to rest on her hip. "I've got another question for you," she commented after a moment.

"What's that?" he inquired between kisses.

"If that explains why I'm working with Romano, how do you explain the fact that I'm here with you right now?" she wondered.

He chuckled as he lifted his head so he could look into her eyes. Grinning, he said, "That's easy. Because of this." With that, he drew her closer and initiated a slow, gentle kiss as he ran his hand back up her side, until he was gently cupping her breast in his palm.

She gave a low throaty laugh. "Well, this is definitely something I wouldn't want to do with Romano."

He didn't say anything else. He just covered her lips with his, and his tongue sought entrance to her mouth. She readily complied, parting her lips slightly and wrapping her arms around him, lightly trailing her fingers over his back.

He continued to knead her breast nimbly with his hand, as his lips worked their way across her cheek, over her earlobe, down the side of her neck. He continued to place a trail of hot kisses across her skin as he worked his way down to the sensitive spot between her breasts. A moment later, he flicked his tongue across her already hardened nipple.

"Oh, Mark..." she moaned heavily as she pushed her head deeper into the pillow and arched her back, thrusting her body closer to his.

He continued his tantalizing torment of her body, deliberately devouring one breast, then the other. He felt her writhe beneath his touch, desperately seeking the release he wasn't yet ready to give. As his hands roamed over her body, he trailed his tongue across her abdomen.

She gave a deep chuckle as he swirled his tongue around her navel, then slowly dipped it inside. She reached for his hand as he caressed her shoulder and gently ran her fingers over his palm before lacing them with his. Together their hands fell to rest on the bed next to her waist.

Working his way lower, he lightly brushed his free hand over the top of her thigh. His tongue danced over her milky white skin and he felt her body stiffen.

"Mark, please," she gasped, not knowing how much more she could take. At that moment, her only thought was of what she wanted him to do next.

He teased her for a few moments longer before finally dipping into her wetness.

Her body shuddered and a low moan passed through her lips. All rational thoughts escaped her mind as she focused on the waves of pleasure that he was sending throughout her body. She reached beside her head and clutched the pillow tightly in her hand as she felt the beginnings of what she knew would be an overwhelming climax. With her other hand, she held his in a powerful grasp. She lifted her hips off the bed, offering herself to him completely.

He realized the urgency in her movements and pushed forward with the added force necessary to push her over the edge. Her entire body trembled and she called his name as she was swept up in the ecstasy of her climax.

Moments later, she relaxed and lay motionless on the bed as he gently caressed her skin and placed a trail of kisses back up her body. She could feel her heart still pounding in her chest as she tried to slow her breathing. Finally opening her eyes, she smiled as she found him watching her.

"You are too good to me," she whispered, the smile remaining on her lips.

He laughed softly. "Just remember that the next time you're thinking about getting frisky on the El."

She chuckled as she lightly caressed his cheek. "You know you enjoyed it!"

"Maybe," he relented before kissing her tenderly.

She closed her eyes and sighed softly. "I feel wonderful right now."

"I know," he nodded. "So do I."

She laughed as she heard her stomach rumble a few moments later. Turning to look at the clock she was surprised to see that it was after eleven. Looking back to him, she grinned and said, "You know, I think we forgot to have dinner tonight."

"I think you're right," he confirmed. "Maybe we should do something about that."

She thought for a moment. "I have nothing worth eating here. Want to order something?"

"Sure," he nodded. "What are you in the mood for?"

"I don't know," she shrugged. With a grin, she added, "Surprise me, I'm easy to please."

"Yeah," he laughed. After a moment, he suggested, "How about Chinese?"

"Sounds fine," she assured him.

"I guess that means we need to get up and order, huh?" he wondered.

"Only if we want to eat tonight," she teased before reluctantly pulling herself away from him. Getting out of bed, she walked to the closet and reached for her favorite silk robe. After pulling it on and tying the belt, she took out a thick terrycloth robe for him.

Five minutes later, they were seated in the living room, waiting for the Chinese to arrive. She reclined on the sofa and rested her head in his lap. He gently stroked her hair back from her face as they sat in a comfortable silence.

After a few moments, he commented, "I hate that you have to work with Romano."

She sighed. "I know, but I'm a big girl, Mark. I can take care of myself around Romano."

"You should have gotten the Trauma Fellowship," he added. "It was your idea, you deserved it."

She looked at him for a moment, then said, "But if I'd gotten the Trauma Fellowship, I wouldn't be here right now." She paused for a moment. "Well, since this is my apartment, I'd be here. You just wouldn't be."

He looked confused. "What do you mean?"

She gave another soft sigh as she began to explain. "Peter and I were dating while I was an intern and he was my assigned resident. Romano found out and held it over my head. The trauma fellowship is run out of the ER. You're an ER attending. If I'd gotten the fellowship and we started dating, we would have had to keep things under wraps. I couldn't go through another relationship like that. I wouldn't want a relationship with you to be like that."

He was quiet as he considered this for a few moments. "So, the moral of this story is that it's a good thing that you're working with Romano, because otherwise we couldn't be together?"

She chuckled. "Something like that. And because we couldn't do this," she said as she slipped her arm around his neck and pulled him closer until his lips met hers.

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November 4, 2000