Title: Moment of Surrender 1/?
Rating: NC17 (to be safe)
Pairing: Callie/Mark, Callie/Derek
Disclaimer: All characters, events, settings and situations mentioned in this work are sole property of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for profit, in constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context and are not intended to be defamatory or factual in anyway.
Author’s note: Girls, I have not forgotten about you. I’m writing your fics J they might end up one long one though. I haven’t decided yet.
Summary: “Stop--thinking, okay?”
We were barely conscious
Callie laughed as she fell against her mattress and onto a pile of movie theater candy. She lifted her weight onto her elbows before sitting upright and ridding of her shirt, throwing it over her head as Mark dealt with the scattered candy and brushed it off the bed.
“That was a good movie.” He said, following suit with his own shirt as he stood beside the bed and kicked off his shows.
“Yeah, it really was.” Callie replied as she unbuttoned her jeans and shimmied them off her hips before Mark reached over to pull them off for her. She sat up and reached out to pull Mark in by the back of his neck until she’d successfully pulled him onto the bed and straddled his waist, “I wonder how it ended.”
He laughed and reached around her to cup her lace clad ass, pulling her against him as he bit down on her lower lip and pulling playfully. “But do you really care?”
She laughed, and let her eyes shut slowly as he kissed and nibbled on her neck. She sighed as she thought back and wondered what Derek was doing. Mark was doing all the right things. Apparently, because she was pretty much naked and gripping the headboard above her as he thrust firmly inside her. She moaned and shook her head, determined to not be that girl who thinks about the other guy--although, technically, Derek was not the other guy. Not yet anyway.
She bit her lip and realized he’d been talking to her, “Huh?” She breathed heavily as he pulled her leg over to hook around his waist.
“You’re completely gone.” He panted as moved above her, slowing his pace as he braced himself on his elbows and looked down on her. “You’re not here. What are you thinking about?”
“Nothing. I’m thinking about you.” She touched his cheek and tightened around him, drawing out a long groan.
He slammed his palm down on the mattress and forced himself to regain composure, “Look at me.”
“Mark--” She laughed, reaching up to kiss him, “--is this really nece--”
“LOOK at me.” He ordered sternly, his breath heavy against her and vise versa as stared down, “What are you thinking about?” He asked, smirking as he thrust into her in a slow, circular motion that had never failed to make her eyes roll to the back of her head. She moaned loudly as he repeated the action, “What are you thinking about?” He asked again as he pressed his lips to her temple and she clung to his shoulders, “Stop--thinking, okay?” He added, but she had been done listening long ago.
Derek chewed carelessly on a peanut M & M he’d just popped into his mouth. Three and a half days and no Callie yet. He didn’t have her number. Why did her waste so much time talking to all of five people the entire time he’d been working there? If he had taken the time to know more people. Other people. Other people that were not Meredith and her friends. Maybe he’d have Callie’s number now. He sighed dreadfully as he turned a corner and wondered what she’d be doing at that moment. And then he saw her. Sitting on the floor up against a wall, under the shade, her knees drawn up to her chest as she held a medical journal against her thighs. Her eyes narrowed as she read something of interest and she hummed in appreciation. He smiled to himself and his chest did something unmanly and funny at the sight of her lips. She reached up to scratch her nose and he leaned against the wall to watch her for a moment.
Her blue scrubs creased at and the fabric stretched where her legs folded at the knees her right foot shifted a little. Her arms seemed to glow in the pale sunlight and the dark mane fell swiftly over her shoulders. What little skin of her neck he could catch seemed to demand to be touched. To be kissed. And god, did he want to be the one to do it. He licked his lips subconsciously as her tongue darted out and swooped gently over her top lip. When she sucked her bottom lip and nibbled on it slightly, he groaned inwardly and unbeknownst to himself, started moving toward her.
He paced himself, his feet softly padding on the pavement as he advanced. She reached up and ran a hand slowly through her hair, her index finger stopping to wrap in between one soft strand of silky hair, and his hand twitched at the memory of it caressing it.
A few feet down and she looked up and over at his direction. She grinned slightly and her fingers fluttered hastily in a silent ’hello’ and he couldn’t help but move a little faster in her direction.
“Hello.” He said politely.
“Hey.” She replied. She’d managed to avoid him long enough. She knew it would come. She would have to face him sometime. She only wished she would have had more time to practice an excuse that implied something other than the fact that she’d been avoiding him all week.
“How are you?” He asked, coming to stand over her as she looked up, her neck craning a little as she tilted her head up to meet his eyes. She was adorable.
“Fine. Great. How are you?” She asked back, forcing her eyes to remain above his waist and directly glued to his own. Both her eyes drifted anyway and she managed to halt them where his arms were crossed over his chest. His forearms flexed and she could see his veins pop against the skin slightly. She cleared her throat to mask her breath hitching and she smiled again.
“Fine.” he nodded once, his eyes drifting around the empty lot. “You’ve been gone a while.”
“Yeah--” She nodded as well, her fingers fidgeting with the glossy pages in her hand, “um--I’ve been working. I’m a surgeon.” She chuckled and shrugged, rolling her eyes at the lame joke.
He laughed and smiled down at her, “No kidding. Me too.”
“So you know how it is.”
“I do.” He watched her blush a little under his gaze, “You’ve been avoiding.” She opened her mouth to complain but he beat her to the punch, “No. You have. Don’t say you haven’t. Because I know you have.”
She smirked tightly, then placed one hand over her mouth as she stared up apologetically and mumbled against her palm, “I have. I’ve been avoiding you.”
“I thought so.” God, she was adorable, “Because I assumed you wanted to date me. You don’t have to avoid me. I’m a big boy, I can handle it if you don’t want to date me--”
“It’s not that I don’t want to date you, it’s just--” She stopped before she could start the never-ending hole she could easily start to dig for herself, “--never mind.”
He stopped, and observed her features before continuing, “Can I sit here?” he motioned toward the spot on the ground beside her.
She thought for a moment about his request, took a breath, and nodded, “Sure.”
Just as his knees bent and he started to lower himself beside her, she rose quickly to her feet and dusted herself off. He laughed and got up quickly, “Where are you going?”
“I’m not going to do this with you.” She said quickly. “I’m not going to lie. You’re a good looking guy, and from what I’ve seen--you know it, too. But you’re also Mark’s friend. And Mark--I love him, but he has this…inferiority complex when it comes to you and--he’s already freaking out when nothing’s even happened between us. I just--I’m not going to go there with you.”
He froze for a moment and hated Mark a little, but then he hated himself a little more because he was the one that put Mark in that place to begin with. “We can’t just be friends?” He asked sheepishly.
“We can be friends.” She agreed, “We can be friends. You can be my friend who doesn’t look at me for hours and inspects my entire figure every time we see each other in a hallway.”
He laughed, caught with his hand in the cookie jar, “Okay, fine. It’s going to be a little difficult, but I’ll try to keep my eyes leveled.”
“Do you want to go to dinner and a movie?”
“I’m walking away--”
He stepped in front of her, his hand just barely touching her elbow, then moving of her quickly, both jerking away as if it had burned them both, “I’m kidding.”
She fought the smile that she felt coming under his stare and crossed her arms over her chest, “Good.”
“But go to a movie with me.” He smiled as she rolled her eyes and he quickly added, “It won’t be a date.” He assured her, “You’ll pay for your own ticket and your own snacks. I won’t even pick you up. I’ll meet you there. And I’ll be late, and I won’t open the door for you or anything. I won’t even offer to buy you dinner after.”
She watched him incredulously, shook her head, then laughed, “You’re--unbelievable.”
“So--yes?” He asked, hopeful.
She glared back, inhaled, then sighed, “Fine.” She said as she moved past him and smacked him upside the head with the rolled up magazine.
“Friends don’t use violence against each other.” He called after her and she his breath caught in his throat as she smiled over her shoulder and replied, “I hit my friends all the time. It’s called tough love.” She giggled and he laughed as he thought to himself that there was no way in hell he could ever be just friends with that woman.
Cristina jumped a little at the sound of her name and she turned back towards the deep voice calling her out. She saw Mark Sloan fast approaching and she perked up immediately at the possibility of a good surgery, “Yes, Doctor Sloan?”
“Come here.” He beckoned for her to follow him and she moved quickly on his tail, until they were in the empty stairwell. He turned to her at hearing the door click shut and echo and he placed his hands on his hips. “Yang--” He said as he released a breath.
“I need to ask you some questions.”
“About a case?” She asked anxiously.
“You and Callie are friends, right?”
“Um--yeah? I guess…”
“You live together, you’re comrades, at least. I’m assuming you’re not too much of a robot to make friends outside of your little incestuous romance with Grey…”
“What?” She asked, confused.
“She--dates…women and men and--”
“Sleeps with you, what’s your point?”
“She still finds time for…your friendship. Right?”
“Um--” She started, truly dumfounded, “--we…don’t really do that, but--sure. Yeah, I guess.” She stopped to regain her thoughts, and added, “Was this really about Callie?”
“This was--” He groaned, “--forget this. I don’t know what this was, just forget about it.”
Her shoulders slumped and she turned to leave, “Fine.”
“I’ve got a little treat in OR two at one-thirty, Yang. Prep Misses Jackson.”
Her face lit up and she did everything but jump with joy, “Thank you.”
He waved her off and took a seat on one of the steps, releasing a heavy breath as he rested his elbows on his knees. It took him a minute or two before reaching into his pocket and pulling out his cell phone. He sent a quick text message and not five minutes later, Callie walked in the door, a worried look on her face.
“What’s wrong. Are you okay? Are you hurt?” She asked breathlessly, her eyes automatically scanning Mark’s body and face for any scratches or gaping wounds.
“Go out with me.” He blurted out as he stood and walked down the steps until he was at level with her.
“Huh?” She asked.
“Go out on a date with me. Let me date you.”
She unknowingly took a step back and jaw dropped at a loss for words, “I--Mark--”
“You and I. We’re good friends. We have good--great sex. And--I can be friends with you, and we can talk.” He smiled at her, his heart pounding in his chest, “And--I would like--to date you. I would like to take you to dinner. You can wear a little black dress and I can wear a suit. And then, I can kiss you goodnight at the door when I take you home.”
She let her hand fall to her side and she pinched her hip to force herself to say something, “What?” She asked nervously. She wasn’t exactly sure what was going on that day, but she did not want to be caught in the middle of these two. “I’m friends with Derek.” She blurted before he could answer her and she felt guilty as soon as his face fell.
“That’s okay.” He lied. He didn’t want her anywhere near her.
“We’re going to go to the movies tonight.”
“We went to the movies last night.”
“We’re going to meet there. He’s not going to pick me up.” She told him quickly. As if it would make it any better.
“Are you dating him?” Mark asked, somewhat of a bitter taste in his tone.
“We’re just friends, Mark.”
“You’re not just friends.” He said bitterly, leaning until he could see her breath blowing strands of her hair and he could see her chest rise and fall with agitation.
“Mark, calm down--”
“You’re not just friends.” He repeated, then reached up to touch her cheek, “We’re not just friends. I don’t want us to be just friends.”
“Mark--” She started again, but was caught off guard with Mark’s lips on her own. She stiffened at first, but gave in quickly, her body melting under the heat of his as he pushed her up against the wall and his hand moved from her cheek, down over her neck, and under her shirt.
She sighed against his mouth and he heard her moan as he kneaded one of her breasts, pushing himself against her, his body immediately responding to hers and vise versa as he groaned against her and she pulled away, panting against his cheek.
“Mark stop it.” She moaned, her fingers gripping his biceps as his hand continued to roam over her torso until it had slipped inside her scrub pants. Her shut and her head fell back against the wall. She was pretty sure she had told him to stop, but she couldn’t seem to make her body protest to him.
His knuckles grazed the crotch of her panties and his smiled against her ear before tugging at her earlobe and pulling his hand out from inside her pants. He reached around with both hands and cupped her ass, making sure to get two handfuls before grabbing her from under the thighs and lifting her roughly, pressing thrusting against her and swallowing the grunt she let out with a kiss.
He heard her moan softly and he grinned against her cheek as he rocked slowly against her. She was warm against him. Impossibly so.
She reached up and sank all ten fingers into his hair, her lips parting as he kissed her chin, nibbled on her bottom lip and tugged gently at her hair as he used his weight to pin her against the wall.
“Say yes.” He growled against her ear and she released a hot, heavy breath, her cheek pressed against his as his chest was pressed firmly against her own. Friends or not, Mark always knew how to get her going. And she always seem to let him.
“Yes. Okay.” She panted.
He smiled against her cheek, kissed her gently, then slowly eased her legs down. He backed up slowly, taking in her flushed cheeks and narrowed eyes, her wild hair-- “I’ll pick you up Friday.”
She attempted a coherent answer but only, something resembling a grunt and sigh was heard, accompanied by a slight nod as she braced herself on the wall behind her and she shot daggers at him with her eyes as he smiled back smugly and opened the door to exit the stairwell.
As soon as the door clicked shut and he was gone, it was as if a switched had been turned and she realized what had just happened. The sudden heat Mark had managed to create between them without her permission had suddenly dropped to zero in five seconds flat and she sank slowly to the floor, against the wall. “Ohhh….shit…” She whispered to herself as she sat.
“I broke the cardinal rule.”
“Huh?” Cristina looked up from the magazine she had laid out in front of her and sipped her beer as Callie took a seat in the booth next to her own. She eyed her roommate up and down once and nodded in appreciation, “I like those boots.”
“I’m dating two brothers.” Callie replied after ordering a shot of Tequila from Joe.
Cristina chuckled, appreciative of a little gossip, “What brothers?”
“Well, not technically brothers--” She gagged at the lingering taste of alcohol in her mouth and stole a sip of Cristina’s beer, “--per say. Not blood related anyway. But still--I’m a whore.”
“Who are you dating?” Cristina pressed on, “Are you off women completely?”
“I don’t know.” Callie tapped her fingers on the bar top. “I’m dating Mark Sloan.” She said with a grimace, then turned with a serious sneer at the sound of Cristina cackling beside her.
“Oh, you’re serious?” Cristina said, becoming suddenly very somber, “Wow--whose idea was THAT?”
She nodded, “Why?”
“What do you mean why?” Callie shrieked, offended, “Because I’m awesome, I’m hot, and I’m frighteningly good in bed.”
“I’m not saying you’re not--all those things, oh gift to human beings from god, but you two are--friends who bone. I just don’t see it. But I don’t know. I may be wrong.” She paused to drink her beer, “I’m not. But I could be.”
“I’m also dating Derek Shepherd.”
Cristina’s jaw dropped dramatically and simply stared back at her friend.
“And if you say anything, I will KILL you, Cristina Yang, I swear to god and the Hanukah bush on fire.” The silence continued, until Callie was pretty sure she couldn’t handle it any longer, “Oh my god, please say something mean and judgmental. I think silence is worse with you--”
‘You’re dating two brothers.” Cristina said blankly, before her eyes narrowed and she smirked, “You lucky, lucky little tramp.”
Callie looked around herself, flabbergasted, “Why do I call you my friend--why do I even talk to you?!”
“What do you want me to say?! You got yourself into this. Which one do you really want to date?”
“I don’t know.” Callie responded honestly.
“Then go along with it. Date them both. And then tell me which one is better in bed because Meredith never really spilled about McDreamy.” Cristina said, pulling her beer back from Callie’s grip, “When are you starting?”
“I’m supposed to meet Shepherd at the movies in half an hour.” She sighed heavily, “I think I’ll make him wait.”
“So--you’re meeting him at the movies in thirty minutes but you find time to get just a little bit hammered.”
“Shepherd’s getting laid tonight, huh?”
“Here.” Cristina said blankly as she slid her beer over towards Callie.
“Thanks.” She replied, picking up the mug and drinking the entire thing in big gulps.