Title: Moment of Surrender 8/?
Rating: NC 17
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.
Summary: “I thought manly acts of--manlieness turned you on.”
Author’s Notes: This is a very short chapter and I know it’s taken me forever to update. I do apologize, but I was waiting for inspiration and for the right idea to move it along to come. Thank you guys for being so patient. I hope you enjoy this little chapter. More to come sooner rather than later, I promise. This is for my little Megan. Because I love her and she’s amazing and gorgeous.
And they did not notice me
He kissed her temple and she took in a sharp breath as soon as his lips made contact with her skin. He smiled as she scooted closer.
They laid in her bed, facing one another, breaths even and relaxed in silence. Fully clothed. A lot of these things were knew for them.
Callie reached out and pressed her finger lightly over a tiny scratch near Mark’s eye. She winced and pulled her hand back. “Why the hell would you do this?”
“I thought manly acts of--manlieness turned you on.” He joked.
“I don’t know why I let you in here.” She admitted in a whisper, her brown eyes still glued to his blue ones, “This is probably not very smart.”
His hand slipped of her hip and lifted, his fingers carefully pushing her hair off her face and behind her ear. He smiled his answer and said nothing.
“I don’t know why this is so hard, Mark.” She replied, relishing a second in the feel of his fingers in her hair. “Why can’t I just--” She took a breath and shook her head, “--be with you? Why is this so fucking hard?”
He shrugged, “I’m really working on controlling my gag reflex right now but, I think it’s because you kind of--care about Shepherd. Is it the hair?”
She laughed and touched her hand to his cheek, “You have great hair.” On impulse, she leaned in, and briefly touched her lips to his.
“Was that a friend kiss?”
“I think so.” She said honestly. “But--it doesn‘t feel--right to say that. As selfish as that may sound.”
“It’s not.” He assured her with another kiss to her lips, and another to her cheek. “I can let go.” He cleared his throat and smiled in spite of the pain in his chest.
“Since when are you patient and lovely?”
“Since you use the word ‘lovely’ apparently. And--for you I can be a little patient.”
“But just a little. If you start asking me to braid your hair,--well, that’s where I draw the line.”
He took a breath and realized he didn’t have a place to stay. “I should go. I need to find a place to stay for the night.”
“Stay here.” She said in a soft tone as their eyes met again, “Tonight. It’s late anyway. Just---stay here with me.”
“Okay.” He nodded.
“--and don’t you hide your face from me, you live in a different state, so I can’t yell like I normally would, but right now you will listen to my irrational outburst because you are an idiot!”
“Addison, please shut up…” Derek groaned into his hands, sitting in the passenger seat of his ex wife’s car. When he called her after landing, having realized he hadn’t the slightest idea of where to find Callie in the first place, he hadn’t realized it the favor would involve an hour and a half of Addison’s ranting about his shortcomings.
“No!” She exclaimed as traffic finally started to move, “I will not shut up. I’m woken up at three in the morning to pick up my ex husband, who is now trying to romance my best friend, whom you did not treat very well, MIGHT I add--”
“I thought Naomi was your best friend.”
“--I can have as many best friends as I want. And don’t divert.” She sighed heavily and set her jaw, pursing her lips, “--you and Mark, Derek--you two have this way of always going for and wanting the same things. You’re children and people--Callie is not a toy.”
“I know that.” he turned sharply towards her, her eyes glued to the road as he spoke softly but sternly, “You and I, Addy--we were in love. And we were both at fault when this thing with us ended. I will take half of the blame. We weren’t very fair to you and we pulled you back and forth, Mark and I. And I never apologized for that. I am sorry.” He saw her lip twitch in that way it did when she was trying not to cry, and he added as he reached out to touch her cheek briefly, “I’m really sorry, Addy. But Callie is definitely not a toy. And she’s not a capricious act of self fulfillment. I don’t’ have anything to prove to Mark anymore. But I have everything to lose, and I am not going to lose--her. I can’t.”
Addison glance briefly over and licked her lips before asking, “So--you want to be with Callie? You--you think it’s going to work between the two of you?”
“I don’t know.” He laughed, “That’s what’s crazy about this whole thing. I just feel--I can feel it. I feel a connection to her that I haven’t felt since--I don’t think I’ve ever felt this way, actually.”
“But it’s something that--you think might want for a while? Because, Derek, Mark and Callie have this thing. This…” She waves her hand around as if it would help her bring out the words she needed, “…Mark turns into his person when he’s with her--they’re…Mark and Callie. I’m just wondering if you’re going to be okay with that if--if Callie--”
“If she doesn’t want me, Addison--” He took a deep breath and turned to look at her as the car stopped, “--if she wants him, then I just hope he’s ready to be what she wants.”
She flinched a little as he touched her cheek briefly, then cleared her throat as she turned to face him. She shrugged, “Good. Someone needs to take care of that one. I’m all the way over here and--she’s all the way over there, and Cristina was telling me about this goldfish she got as a present when she was five and…I don’t want Callie to be the goldfish. And Mark--Mark can be forgetful. He might forget to feed her or--keep it in his pants. Someone more responsible needs to keep an eye on her.”
“Is that someone me?” He asked teasingly.
She rolled her eyes and fought a smile as he nudged her shoulder playfully, “Maybe. Whatever. You better be.” She chuckled and pushed her hair behind her ears, “Go get your girl.”
He looked out the window then back at Addison, “You’re not coming with me?”
“She’s already going to hate me when she finds out I brought you here in the first place. Get out of my car.”
“Your hair’s too short.” He glared, then laughed as she shoved him until he was out the door.
“Thank you, Addy!” She called mockingly after him.
He pulled the passenger door open, climbed in, pulled the redhead into a tight embrace, kissed her cheek and pulled back with a smile, “Thank you, Addy. I’ll take care of her, I promise.”
“If she wants you!”
“If she wants me.” He echoed with a smirk before climbing out of the car.
He walked towards the luxurious double doors to the Beverly Hilton, his heart rate increasing in speed by the second. He hurried along and took in the pleasantly fresh temperature. A soft breeze touched his features before spotting a familiar dark figure round the corner, “Yang!”
Cristina jumped, startled at the deep voice behind her. She turned, and groaned inwardly as Derek practically sprinted in her direction, “You’re stalking her now? You turned into a stalker with Meredith right around the middle of everything, you must really like her.” She said flatly as he reached her.
“It’s good to see you, too, Yang.” He greeted her with a smile so friendly, he knew would get to her.
“What are you doing here?”
“What room is she in? I have to talk to her.”
“Ugh, relax. She’s in the room next to mine. Come on.”
He followed her inside and as the walked through the lobby, Cristina caught two women giving Derek the once over before giving her the look. The--you lucky bitch--look. She rolled her eyes as far as they could physically go as they stepped into the elevator.
“You’re really trying to save face, huh, Mc-Dreamy?” She asked teasingly, “She’s never really thought you were all that great to begin with. Callie isn’t one to believe the hype, that’s why we get along.”
Derek froze, frowned for a second, then turned to ask, “Callie doesn’t think I’m charming?”
Cristina snorted a laugh just as the elevator doors closed.
“Callie--” Mark whispered, lying on his back and staring up at the ceiling in the dark. After she stirred, but didn’t do much else, he said in a low tone, “--Callie.” Nothing, “CALLIE.”
“Mmwhat, Mark?” She mumbled into her pillow, bare leg peaking out from under the covers.
“Are you awake?” He smirked as she released a low chuckle then turned onto her back. He smiled over and added, “You’re awake.”
“What do you want?”
“I can’t sleep. I think I’m going to go get a drink.”
“I’m in Los Angeles. I’ve just been--dumped.”
“I did not dump you.”
“I’ve just been DUMPED--” He continued unaffected, “--I’m not getting laid.”
“--so I need a drink. Come with me.”
“No.” She laughed, “I’ve drank plenty tonight.”
“Come on.” He nudged her before climbing off the bed.
“No. I want to sleep.” She replied, ignoring him and placing a pillow over her face.
He rolled his eyes and looming over her as she blinked up at him, “Come on. After you start dating Derek, he won’t let you come near me. So enjoy me while you can have me.”
“He would never do that.” She laughed as he pouted, “Do the women you pick up at bars know you’re a man who pouts?”
“No, if you tell, I won’t buy you that gin and tonic I know you’re dying to have.”
“Come on!” He pulled the covers off her and grabbed both of her arms, and pulled her up to sit.
She groaned and finally looked him in the eye, as best she could in the dark. A heavy breath escaped her and she breathed evenly as she reached out to touch his cheek as he kneeled in front of her. She smiled meekly and felt a slight twinge of loss as she looked at him, “I don’t know if I’m ready to let you go.” She sniffed and bit her lip before a tear escaped her in spite of herself.
“I’m right here.” He assured her, reaching up to touch her cheek briefly.
“What about when you’re not?”
“You won’t need me if Derek is doing his job right.” He joked, but scooted closer, his stomach touching her knees, “I’ll be here if you want me to be.”
“That’s not fair to you.” She smiled sadly, and hated herself as a sob fell from her lips. “I don’t know why I’m crying all of a sudden.”
“It’s okay. Come here.” She groaned against his neck and he rubbed her back slowly. He kissed her cheek and he laughed as her knees parted and she pulled him tightly against her, sniffling against his shirt. “All you have to do is call me. Okay? And I’ll be there in a second. I’ll kick his ass--you can--nurse my wounds, and then we can have sex.”
She laughed and smacked his shoulder as she pulled away, “You’re such a pervert.”
“So are you, that’s why we get along so well.”
She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. And took a breath, “I hate you.”
“You love me.” He said quickly, leaning in to kiss her cheek. On pulling back, he felt her hold her breath and felt his hand stay on her cheek, felt her cheek, soft under his thumb. He felt her lips softly against his and both their minds went blurry the next couple of minutes.
There was kissing and clothes were pealed off. And more kissing as he hovered over her, following her as she scooted higher up the mattress.
There was a moment of hesitation as he hovered above her. He could have made a joke about their minor lapse in judgment, could have made her laugh right then, but suddenly--her parted lips and flushed cheeks, the look in her eyes--there was nothing funny about it. He indulged in one long, deep kiss before pulling back as she looked up expectedly.
Her eyes fluttered shut as he trust inside her slowly. Her neck arched and he concentrated on breathing as he allowed her time to adjust around his length. They’d been there before. Fucking for the sake of fucking. Boredom, loneliness, whatever.
This time, it felt like they were doing it for the pure sake of being together. Because they didn’t know when they would feel that closeness again. If ever.
His thrusts were varied, but aggressive nonetheless.
She groaned and he grunted, each time he pushed himself deeper and she gasped to catch her breath, her eyes shooting open to meet his. His eyes dark, as she imagined her own were. Without warning, he grabbed hold of her arms and pulled her up. She straddled his lap moaned as the change of angle alone pushed him as deep as he could go. There was the slightest pull of pain, but the level of pleasure was so much more overwhelming and her nails dug to his shoulders as his fingers dug into her hips.
Their lips met in a frenzied kiss that matched the rhythm of their thrusts. He pulled her harder against him, until she was whimpering against his mouth and he had to pull away, only to groan loudly against her neck, where he bit and sucked until he was sure he’d left a mark.
Their skin was slick, their movements hurried, desperate for release. They both cried out when it finally came.
She was limp and breathless in his arms while he panted into her hair. Her felt her stir, and on impulse, held her tighter until her arms moved slowly to wrap around him. Nothing had ever felt so final.
Neither could register how long they sat there, limbs wrapped in each other, his arms wound tightly around her, her fingers combing through his hair.
The calming silence was interrupted by a brisk knock on the door, and so they pulled apart slowly.
“Were you expecting someone?” Mark asked and Callie shook her head.
“No. It’s probably Cristina.” She answered before climbing off the bed and reaching for her bathrobe. He went into the bathroom as she headed for the door. “Cristina, it’s late, what do you want--” The last word faded as her open door revealed the last person she was expecting to see in California at the moment. She felt her face drain of color as she met his eyes, “--Derek, what are you doing here?”
He felt his body take a completely different form of nervous energy as soon as he saw her. He smiled widely and couldn’t help the first words that slipped from his lips, “I’m sorry. I was--an asshole. I should have been more patient. I should have known better--I…miss you and I want to give you all the time to think that you need. I needed to tell you that--” He lost all thought and excitement to see her as he caught sight of Mark exiting the bathroom in nothing more that n a pair of boxers.
Mark grinned and fought the urge to laugh at the irony as he looked at Derek. “Why is it that every time I exit a hotel room bathroom, you’re there to greet me?”
Derek couldn’t even get himself to look at Callie as he glared at Mark, balled his hands into fists at his sides and turned around, walking quickly back in the direction which he’s come, his chest heaving with anger. He ignored the her voice fading behind him. He wasn’t quite sure it was even Callie he’d heard. His ears pounded. He was so livid, he wasn’t quite sure he could see correctly.