hang me Up to dry 9/9
Hang Me Up to Dry 9/9
Title: Touch Me
Pairings: Callie/Alex
Rating: R
Summary: Fighting and what not.
So yeah, this is the last one. I hope you guys like it :) Thanks to everbody who reviewed and read the WHOOOOOOOOLE thing.
Now touch me, baby
Can't you see that I am not afraid?
What was that promise that you made?
Why won't you tell me what she said?
What was that promise that you made?
Now, I'm gonna love you
Till the heavens stop the rain
I'm gonna love you
Till the stars fall from the sky for you and I
“Well, if it isn’t the artist formerly known as O’Malley on my phone.” Addison answered on the other end after the third ring.
Callie smiled at the sound of her friend’s voice. “Miss Montgomery. Did I wake you?”
“No. Where’s your head? I’m watching Conan.”
“Oh, that’s right. My mistake.”
“Happy belated-ish birthday by the way. Did you get my cake?”
“Thank you. Yes I did.”
“Good. So, what’s up, Callie?”
“Oh, you know, nothing much.”
“No. I mean, WHAT’S up. You sound like you’re in need of a Mister Rogers hug and like you’ve stepped in poop.”
Callie laughed at the absurdity. “What the hell is a Mister Rogers hug?”
“I don’t know. It sounded right.”
“You’re ridiculous.”
“As ridiculous as I am, I have guessed correctly, right?”
Callie took a deep breath and sighed. “Maybe.”
“Something’s already wrong with you and the boyfriend?”
“He is NOT my boyfriend. At least, I don’t think I want him to be anymore.”
“What did he do?” Addison asked, her voice indicating she was ready to some damage in her friends honor.
“He--made my father like him.” There was silence on the other end. “Addie?”
“Do you want him?”
“Yes.”
“Does he want you?”
“I want him and he wants me?”
“Then what’s the problem?”
“I want him and he wants me.”
“That’s the problem, huh?”
“I just--I’m just waiting for something to go wrong. I’m waiting for another Izzie to come along, so to speak. And--we had a fight tonight. He called me a bratty rich girl, then he said I was having an ’episode’,” She emphasized the last word with air quotes, mostly to animate herself. “--and now he won’t leave my apartment and he’s sleeping on my couch. I mean, that GALL--”
“Yeah. How dare he call you on your shit?” Addison said sarcastically.
Callie rolled her eyes. “”Okay--”
“I mean, really, how DARE he understand that you’re freaking out and not completely abandon you?”
“Okay.” She laughed. “I get it.” She closed her eyes and winced. Oh my God. I am a bratty rich girl idiot.”
“Yes. You are. Now, go. Make up with your man-whore and leave me to mine.”
“Conan?”
“But of course. Two redheads? You can’t go wrong.”
“ONE redhead. One supposed redhead.”
“Shut up, Rich Girl.”
“I learned my bratty ways from you, L’Oreal True Color.” She smiled at the sound of Addison laughing. “I miss you.”
“I know. I miss you too.”
“Okay. I think I should go now. I’ve got some serious groveling to do.”
“Liquor. Use liquor.”
“Okay. Thanks.”
“No problem.”
“Good luck with you and Conan.”
“Please. We don’t need luck. We’ve got every night from Monday through Friday.”
“That’s sad.” She giggled. “Bye.”
“Bye.”
Callie closed her phone and placed back on the nightstand beside her.
Alex sat, slouched in Callie’s couch, staring at the television screen as some public commercial about carpet cleaning played on. He dropped the remote control on the cushioned seat beside him and crossed his arms as he sulked. Alex was not a sulker. Sulking was for chicks. Chicks like Meredith and Izzie. He could have been getting laid right now, he thought, but then remembered Callie’s earlier fit. Nope, he was not going over there. He didn’t do anything wrong. As he debated whether or not he should go home, a beer bottle was held just out his range of vision and he sat up slightly, his face hardening. As he didn’t acknowledge the person he knew was standing behind the couch, the bottle was moved from side to side.
“Come on. Just take it.” Callie said as she walked around the couch and stood in front of him, blocking the television.
He looked up at her, his jaw set. “I’m trying to watch something here.”
She tilted her head to the side with an apologetic look, “I’m sorry. I’m a freak. Please, I come in peace. I promise.” She grabbed the remote from the couch, shut off the TV and place both the remote and the beer bottles in her hands on the coffee table. When she turned to look at Alex, he was staring off to the side, still avoiding her. “Alex, I’m really sorry I yelled at you. I should have talked to you. I’m the insecure freak, snotty, rich girl. And I AM freaking out. About this. It’s all moving really fast and I’m sorry I couldn’t stress that to you.” She placed her hands on her hips after getting no response. “Hey! I am standing in my underwear in front of you and you’re not even going to look at me?” She smiled at his failing attempt at fighting his own instinct to smirk. “Is that a smile I see?”
“No,” He mumbled, trying his damnest to ignore her as she leaned over and pressed her lips to his cheek.
“Yes. Yes, it was. Alex Karev, the hospital, all business, sex with no commitment Surgeon has a weak spot for women in their underwear.” She kissed his cheek repeatedly, bracing herself with both hands on the backrest behind him, jailing him between his arms.
He finally turned to face her, their faces only inches away. He hated her for all the cooing and the kissing, but he would never admit to liking it. “Not all women in their underwear.”
She smiled and closed the space between them, gently laying her lips over his. He let her kiss him, gently teasing his lips with barely there kisses, and he simply laid his hands on her hips as she straddled his lap. She trailed a line of wet kisses over his jaw line and down his neck until she reached his Adam’s apple and nibbled on it playfully.
He groaned and swallowed hard, “Hey--Callie--”
“Hmm?” She asked as she lifted her head and met his worried gaze.
“It IS going fast. But--it’s not like we live together, or I’m asking you to marry me. I just like being with you. Don’t kill it without telling me.”
She laughed and nodded as she blushed, embarrassed, “I won’t. I’m sorry. Am I forgiven now?”
“Maybe. But I’m not putting out tonight.” he smiled a little wider at the sound of her laughter. “I’m serious. I don’t feel comfortable with you now. We’re going to have to take it easy now.”
“Okay.” She said. “I guess I’ll go to bed now then. Goodnight.” She started to climb off his lap but he held her down, with both hands on her derriere. “I thought you weren’t putting out tonight.”
“What can I say? I don’t hold grudges.” Her giggling was cut short as he claimed her mouth to his and maneuvered the both of them so that he was on top of her on the cushioned couch.
“So, we’re okay?” She breathed out as he kissed his way down her neck. “Alex--”
He groaned and lifted his head. “Yes. We’re okay. Stop picking at it.” He stopped and smirked, “Or--if you want to pick at it--”
She laughed and smacked his shoulder.
XXX
Two months later:
Callie struggled to put on her shoe, hopping on one foot, her hair wildly, sprawled all over her face. “Babe! You making coffee?” She called from Alex’s bedroom as she searched through the bed sheets for her keys. “because we’re late! Let’s just stop by somewhere and buy some--”
“Don’t throw your money in my face! Low rent people have instant coffee.” Alex answered from the kitchen and she smiled.
She finally spotted her keys under a pillow and picked them up, pocketing them quickly. She grabbed her purse and hers and Alex’s jacket before exiting the bedroom. “Good morning.” She offered Alex with a smile as she handed him his jacket and he handed her a coffee mug, followed by an attentive kiss on the lips.
“Good morning, Chief.” He kissed her cheek and then her neck.
“We have to GO.” She gently pushed him away.
“You’re no fun.” He groaned, then slipped into his jacket.
“That’s not what you said last night!” They both exclaimed and then looked at each other with their mouths dropped in mock astonishment.
“You’re childish.” Callie said as she opened the door.
“YOU’RE childish.” He corrected, as he shut off the lights.
“I’m not the one who owns a slingshot.” She trailed off as she walked out into the hallway.
He rolled his eyes and shut the door.
XXX
“Stop it.” Callie warned Alex as they made their way up the hospital doors, “I don’t have time to kick your ass right now. Stop it.”
“Oh. I’m scared.” He stuck his foot in front of hers and she tripped. She stopped and glared at him. He laughed and grabbed the back of her head, pulling her in for a kiss. And he groaned into her mouth as she poked his stomach. “Don’t.”
She laughed and kissed him again. He laced his fingers with hers and lead her along, past George, Izzie, Cristina and Meredith.
“I--don’t get it.” George mumbled incredulously.
“Seriously.” Izzie nodded in disgust.
“I think it’s nice.” Meredith said and Izzie glared at her as George stared at the couple who were quickly disappearing out of sight. “I mean, you know--”
“God! None of your business, Barbie! And Bambi! Shut up already! You mocked it up, not her. Let her get hers, you obviously got yours. You got your when you were still married to her, so get over it!” Cristina shouted, and left them all standing outside the hospital in dead silence.
“She’s just--sensitive right now.” Meredith added, patting George’s back then leaving him with Izzie.
Izzie and George stood there for a while and then their eyes met. Izzie started to speak, “What--”
“Let’s just--not talk about it.” George stated, before she’d bring up how royally they had fucked up.
“Okay.” She nodded.
“Okay.”
FINI