Band-Aid for a Broken Heart
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Title: Band-Aid for a Broken Heart
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Mark/Addison
Summary: Mark tries to make Addison feel better, the only way he knows how. Written for Porn X Battle.
Disclaimer: All television shows, movies, books, and other copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for-profit, it constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and are not intended to be libelous, defamatory, or in any way factual.
“Addison,” he whispered softly, a hint of his breath sweeping over her exposed skin. “Can you please stop moving?”
“I’m sorry” came the shaky reply a few seconds later, and Mark sighed and looked up. Sure enough, even though her face was pointedly turned away from him, he could still make out the silent tears streaming down her cheeks.
“Come on,” he teased gently, “it doesn’t hurt that much. It’s just a cut.”
There was no trace of a smile that he could see. Instead, her head dropped.
Mark sighed again and returned to the bloody and bruised knee in front of him. She had come almost running into the hall when he had opened the front door, and by the look on her face, he knew she had been hoping he was Derek. And once again, as was almost becoming habit these days, he had watched the hope vanish and defeat take its place before he even managed to get out the words to tell her Derek was stuck in surgery and wouldn’t be able to make it.
Mark ate dinner with her, split a bottle of wine with her — though she had downed much more of it than him — and after dinner told her to go rest on the couch while he cleaned up. Somehow, on the way to the living room, she had managed to trip over something, shatter her wine glass and fall. Which was why they were now in the bathroom, Addison propped up on the sink, as Mark finished cleaning the scrape on her knee.
A few minutes later, Mark fastened a dry, clean band-aid over the wound and looked up at Addison, who was still consciously avoiding looking at him. He could see her trying desperately to blink back tears.
“You’re all bandaged up now,” he told her softly. “You’re good to go.”
“Yeah,” came the soft reply, and Mark knew they both knew she wasn’t anywhere close to good these days and it had nothing to do with the cut on her knee.
His hand was still on her leg and almost subconsciously he began to slowly move his fingers, dropping them down to gently massage her calf muscle. He wished there was something he could do, some way he could fix everything that was wrong.
“Mark,” came the whisper above him, and he looked up as his fingers continued to work her muscles. He met her tear-filled eyes, and he could see in them just how lonely and miserable she really was.
His other hand joined his first as they worked together to knead her muscles, sliding down her leg to her foot and then inching their way back up again.
“Mark,” she said again.
“It’s just a massage, Addison. Relax.”
But as his hands inched upward, past her knee to the soft skin above, they both knew it wasn’t. It was dangerous territory.
“Mark,” she said again, and this time she tried to move away from him. But he didn’t let her go. Instead he took a breath, made a decision and looked up directly into her big blue eyes.
“Let me help you feel better,” he said softly.
“I’m married.”
He could see the conflict in her eyes. She was like him in so many ways, and he knew, just by looking at her, how much she needed to be touched right now, how much she needed to be loved.
“You aren’t doing anything wrong,” he told her. “It’s all me. You’re just sitting here.”
“I don’t want to be my father,” she whispered.
“You aren’t.”
“Mark …”
“No one has to know.”
They stared at each other, seconds ticking by silently as they each waited for the other to make a move. Finally Mark did. He resumed the movement in his hands, inching his fingers even higher up her thigh. With a sigh, she let him.
“Just relax, Addison. Lean back.”
She did what she was told, leaning backward until she rested her back against the mirror. As she did so, Mark gently pushed the material of her skirt up, bunching it at her waist and fully exposing the black silk panties she had on underneath. Carefully, he gently spread her legs a little further apart, his thumbs tracing circles on her inner thighs.
The massage now over, he brushed his fingers across the center of her panties, her hips already bucking slightly at the faint contact. He found himself wondering how long it had been since she had last been touched.
Leaning forward, his hands coming to rest on her hips, his lips found the place where silk met skin and he began to kiss along the waistband, being sure to suck and lick at every exposed spot.
He looked up at her while he worked. Her eyes were closed, but he could still see silent tears dripping down.
It was time for action.
Quickly, with one hand sliding behind her lower back and lifting her slightly, the other hand gripped her panties and yanked them down. She gasped softly as he lowered her back on to the counter and pulled her panties the rest of the way down her long, slim legs.
He adjusted his own position, lifting her legs and placing them over each shoulder, spreading her wider as he did. Then before she had time to change her mind — because in the back of his mind he was afraid that she wanted to — he let his tongue swipe over the entire length of her slit.
Addison’s hips bucked again from the contact, and he reached out to grab her hips and keep her in place. Then he dipped his tongue back in, exploring every fold, every crevice, swirling around her clit, dipping slightly into her entrance.
He could hear her above him, soft, gentle moans escaping from her lips, her body writhing even as he held her in place.
He brought his tongue back to her clit, taking hold of it with his teeth. She gasped, and as she did, two of his fingers slid into her, instantly becoming coated with moisture. He started to move them, slowly at first and then faster, deeper, harder, his tongue and mouth still sucking, biting and licking at her clit.
Her moans were getting louder and the knuckles of her hands, which were gripping the edges of the counter, were white. A third finger and there was a soft smack as her head hit the mirror as she arched her back.
Mark needed more, and without thinking, he let go of her hips with his remaining hand and instead slid it up her white shirt and under her bra. He could feel her nipple harden even more than it was already, and it urged him on.
His fingers sped up, pulling almost all the way out and then thrusting all the way back in. His tongue on her clit followed the same motion, as did the fingers tweaking her nipple.
He heard Addison panting and groaning above him.
“Fuck, oh god, fuck” and then “Oh, God, there, right there, right there.”
That was all he needed. A couple more well-placed thrusts, a perfectly timed bite on her clit, and a little twist of his wrist, and then her muscles were clenching around him, her moans filling the air, her juices coating his hand and dripping onto the counter and down on to the floor.
He slowed his fingers but kept them moving gently as he felt and watched her body convulse, wanting to savor the moment and feel her ride out her orgasm.
Finally, as her breath returned to normal and her chest stopped heaving, he slid his hand out of her and carefully licked off his fingers, her sweet scent feeling like heaven on his tongue.
When he was done, he gently released her legs from over his shoulders, smoothed her skirt back down, helped her off the counter and handed her back her black panties. As she slipped her underwear back on and smiled softly at him, he smile back, all the while pretending, as she obviously was, that he hadn’t known she had been crying and thinking of Derek the entire time his fingers were inside her.
Title: Band-Aid for a Broken Heart
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Mark/Addison
Summary: Mark tries to make Addison feel better, the only way he knows how. Written for Porn X Battle.
Disclaimer: All television shows, movies, books, and other copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for-profit, it constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and are not intended to be libelous, defamatory, or in any way factual.
“Addison,” he whispered softly, a hint of his breath sweeping over her exposed skin. “Can you please stop moving?”
“I’m sorry” came the shaky reply a few seconds later, and Mark sighed and looked up. Sure enough, even though her face was pointedly turned away from him, he could still make out the silent tears streaming down her cheeks.
“Come on,” he teased gently, “it doesn’t hurt that much. It’s just a cut.”
There was no trace of a smile that he could see. Instead, her head dropped.
Mark sighed again and returned to the bloody and bruised knee in front of him. She had come almost running into the hall when he had opened the front door, and by the look on her face, he knew she had been hoping he was Derek. And once again, as was almost becoming habit these days, he had watched the hope vanish and defeat take its place before he even managed to get out the words to tell her Derek was stuck in surgery and wouldn’t be able to make it.
Mark ate dinner with her, split a bottle of wine with her — though she had downed much more of it than him — and after dinner told her to go rest on the couch while he cleaned up. Somehow, on the way to the living room, she had managed to trip over something, shatter her wine glass and fall. Which was why they were now in the bathroom, Addison propped up on the sink, as Mark finished cleaning the scrape on her knee.
A few minutes later, Mark fastened a dry, clean band-aid over the wound and looked up at Addison, who was still consciously avoiding looking at him. He could see her trying desperately to blink back tears.
“You’re all bandaged up now,” he told her softly. “You’re good to go.”
“Yeah,” came the soft reply, and Mark knew they both knew she wasn’t anywhere close to good these days and it had nothing to do with the cut on her knee.
His hand was still on her leg and almost subconsciously he began to slowly move his fingers, dropping them down to gently massage her calf muscle. He wished there was something he could do, some way he could fix everything that was wrong.
“Mark,” came the whisper above him, and he looked up as his fingers continued to work her muscles. He met her tear-filled eyes, and he could see in them just how lonely and miserable she really was.
His other hand joined his first as they worked together to knead her muscles, sliding down her leg to her foot and then inching their way back up again.
“Mark,” she said again.
“It’s just a massage, Addison. Relax.”
But as his hands inched upward, past her knee to the soft skin above, they both knew it wasn’t. It was dangerous territory.
“Mark,” she said again, and this time she tried to move away from him. But he didn’t let her go. Instead he took a breath, made a decision and looked up directly into her big blue eyes.
“Let me help you feel better,” he said softly.
“I’m married.”
He could see the conflict in her eyes. She was like him in so many ways, and he knew, just by looking at her, how much she needed to be touched right now, how much she needed to be loved.
“You aren’t doing anything wrong,” he told her. “It’s all me. You’re just sitting here.”
“I don’t want to be my father,” she whispered.
“You aren’t.”
“Mark …”
“No one has to know.”
They stared at each other, seconds ticking by silently as they each waited for the other to make a move. Finally Mark did. He resumed the movement in his hands, inching his fingers even higher up her thigh. With a sigh, she let him.
“Just relax, Addison. Lean back.”
She did what she was told, leaning backward until she rested her back against the mirror. As she did so, Mark gently pushed the material of her skirt up, bunching it at her waist and fully exposing the black silk panties she had on underneath. Carefully, he gently spread her legs a little further apart, his thumbs tracing circles on her inner thighs.
The massage now over, he brushed his fingers across the center of her panties, her hips already bucking slightly at the faint contact. He found himself wondering how long it had been since she had last been touched.
Leaning forward, his hands coming to rest on her hips, his lips found the place where silk met skin and he began to kiss along the waistband, being sure to suck and lick at every exposed spot.
He looked up at her while he worked. Her eyes were closed, but he could still see silent tears dripping down.
It was time for action.
Quickly, with one hand sliding behind her lower back and lifting her slightly, the other hand gripped her panties and yanked them down. She gasped softly as he lowered her back on to the counter and pulled her panties the rest of the way down her long, slim legs.
He adjusted his own position, lifting her legs and placing them over each shoulder, spreading her wider as he did. Then before she had time to change her mind — because in the back of his mind he was afraid that she wanted to — he let his tongue swipe over the entire length of her slit.
Addison’s hips bucked again from the contact, and he reached out to grab her hips and keep her in place. Then he dipped his tongue back in, exploring every fold, every crevice, swirling around her clit, dipping slightly into her entrance.
He could hear her above him, soft, gentle moans escaping from her lips, her body writhing even as he held her in place.
He brought his tongue back to her clit, taking hold of it with his teeth. She gasped, and as she did, two of his fingers slid into her, instantly becoming coated with moisture. He started to move them, slowly at first and then faster, deeper, harder, his tongue and mouth still sucking, biting and licking at her clit.
Her moans were getting louder and the knuckles of her hands, which were gripping the edges of the counter, were white. A third finger and there was a soft smack as her head hit the mirror as she arched her back.
Mark needed more, and without thinking, he let go of her hips with his remaining hand and instead slid it up her white shirt and under her bra. He could feel her nipple harden even more than it was already, and it urged him on.
His fingers sped up, pulling almost all the way out and then thrusting all the way back in. His tongue on her clit followed the same motion, as did the fingers tweaking her nipple.
He heard Addison panting and groaning above him.
“Fuck, oh god, fuck” and then “Oh, God, there, right there, right there.”
That was all he needed. A couple more well-placed thrusts, a perfectly timed bite on her clit, and a little twist of his wrist, and then her muscles were clenching around him, her moans filling the air, her juices coating his hand and dripping onto the counter and down on to the floor.
He slowed his fingers but kept them moving gently as he felt and watched her body convulse, wanting to savor the moment and feel her ride out her orgasm.
Finally, as her breath returned to normal and her chest stopped heaving, he slid his hand out of her and carefully licked off his fingers, her sweet scent feeling like heaven on his tongue.
When he was done, he gently released her legs from over his shoulders, smoothed her skirt back down, helped her off the counter and handed her back her black panties. As she slipped her underwear back on and smiled softly at him, he smile back, all the while pretending, as she obviously was, that he hadn’t known she had been crying and thinking of Derek the entire time his fingers were inside her.
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Date: 2010-07-26 09:58 am (UTC)love it sfm <3
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Date: 2010-08-02 10:40 pm (UTC)Ohmygod
Date: 2017-11-07 09:09 pm (UTC)What an amazing story. So so beautiful... this story is such a joy. You captured early Mark/Addison beautifully. Amazing job!