I'm High But I'm Grounded 1/1
I’m High But I’m Grounded 1/1
Title: I’m High But I’m Grounded
Rating: R
Pairing: Callie/Mark
Author: CallieLuvr
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 Notes: Written for the Holiday Armadillo secret Santa thing at mark_n_callie . Merry Christmas, Annie, aka irisheyes_77 !
Summary: Cool-Whip, a Snuggie, Cristina. It’s funny.
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Mark woke up at five in the morning on a Friday morning.
His first real day off in weeks, and he couldn’t even sleep in. And it was all Callie’s fault. Callie Torres, who had unfortunately gotten him into the habit of sleeping with at least one limb entwined or wrapped around her, and who was now probably almost at the end of a twelve hour shift. He was, to say the least, a little pissed. Because he really liked sleeping in. In her bed.
By five-thirty, he was showered and dressed, and grumpily making his way across the hall with two mugs of coffee. Cristina Yang was never his first choice for morning company, but if he went over there, it meant he’d be there when Callie got home. And yang would be out to work soon, so they’d then have the apartment all to themselves. He smiled at that as he kicked the door with more force than necessary.
Two minutes later, a disgruntled, but quickly cheered by the sight of the caffeinated offering in front of her, Cristina opened the door and grimaced as she took the mug from his hand and turned to go back inside, leaving the door open for him.
“Morning, sunshine.” He greeted her as he walked in behind her, shutting the door and sipping his coffee as he moved toward the fridge.
“Shut up.” Cristina replied, returning to her previous spot at the counter, where she busied herself with a bowl of cold cereal.
He opened the fridge door and peered inside. One hand wrapped securely around his cup and the other reaching for the soy milk, he froze at the sight of something horrific. Disgruntled and completely forgetting about the milk, he reached for the Cool-Whip instead, pulling it out with a look if disgust as he turned in Cristina’s direction when he grunted, “What’s this doing here?”
Cristina looked up then, a tiny trickle of milk falling off at the corner of her mouth before she licked it off and she replied blankly, “Uh--taking its rightful place in the universe? Existing and whatnot.”
“This is disgusting.” He informed her.”
“It’s like--whipped cream. And you’re king of whores. How is Cool-Whip not the most common term in your vocabulary?”
“I’m throwing it out.”
“Whatever, it’s your girlfriend’s.” She shrugged. He stopped in mid-stride toward the trash can,
“Callie bought this?”
“Yeah--” Cristina replied shortly before getting up to grab her jacket off the hook by the door, “--are you lactose intolerant or something?” She looked up at the sound of him angrily tossing the treat in the garbage and averted his gaze elsewhere as he sipped his coffee. She chuckled and studied him carefully before blurting out accusingly, “You’re lactose intolerant!”
“Shut up, Yang.” he ordered.
A snort-like laugh and a mocking comment later, she was gone and Mark wallowed in self misery for about a minute and a half before the door opened again and Callie walked through.
“Hey.” She greeted him warmly through a stifled yawn, a medium sized package tucked under her arm as she kicked the door shut and proceeded towards the kitchen, her chin already tilted upward in anticipation of a kiss she’s been expecting since her shift ended, “What’s up with Cristina?” She asked offhandedly, “She was laughing her ass off out there.”
“Why the hell would you buy Cool-Whip??” He asked a perplexed Callie before dropping a quick kiss on her lips.
She frowned briefly, her bottom lip extending out into a pout, “Hmm?” Her eyes fell on the dreaded Cool-Whip in the bin and her features quirked up in realization, “Oh--” She said softly, “--Cool-Whip. I didn’t buy it. I mean I did, but it’s been there since--” She waved her hand around.
“Shut up.”
“--that time--”
“Shut it…”
She smirked tightly before blurting out in one quick sentence, “sincethetimeyoualmostdiedfromeatingitoffmethatonetime.”
He sighed heavily and he placed the cup down on the counter as he dropped his head forward, “You had to say it.”
“Come on, I’m kidding.” She leaned in, hand softly on his chest as she kissed his chin once, then again, “I’m kidding,” She met his eyes as she added, “Now, did you remember to turn off the coffee pot before you came over here to not leave for the day?”
He groaned, “Damn it, no.”
“Okay, go do that.” She, “Patted his shoulder briefly as he moved past her. Reaching the door, he caught sight of the box under her arm, “What’s that?”
“Oh, Christmas present from a patient.”
“Hmm.” He nodded. Five minutes later, after checking on all the flammables in his apartment before disappearing for the next twenty-four hours for what he hoped was--lots of sex, he returned to Callie’s place to find himself almost disappointed at the sight of Callie wrapped in a pink, fluffy blanket up to her neck on the couch. He sighed, “What is that?”
“It’s a Snuggie!” She exclaimed excitedly, knees drawn up under the warm blanket as she beamed at him, “Remember I told you I wanted one?!”
“Yeah, that’s great.” He nodded, closing and locking the door before ridding of his shirt and shoes on his way toward her.
She laughed and scooted lower against the couch, “What are you doing?”
“We’re going to have sex. Get rid of the Snuggie before I rip it off you.”
“I’m tired.”
“But I’d bet you could go for some sex.” He smiled as he crawled onto the sofa, reaching underneath the pink barrier to grab at her now bare feet to extend her equally bare legs. His eyebrow went up in amusement at her, “You took off your clothes?”
“Just the pants, don’t get excited.” She replied, biting her lower lip as he crawled between her legs, one hand now trailing under her shirt, his palm smoothing out against her stomach and ribcage before cupping her breast softly. “Don’t’ rip my Snuggie.”
“Take it off.” He said quickly, leaning over for a deep kiss, lingering a bit a to nibble on her lip.
“No, I’m cold.” She teased him, giggling as he pulled the thing over her head, just enough to trap her inside before he joined her under the fuzzy confinement.
“This is why they call it a snuggie.” He said observantly, the blanket tenting them both as he shamelessly reached for the waistband of her panties and pulled them off. He leaned forward and captured her lips in a heated kiss that had her squirming and arching under the weight of his body in seconds.
“Pants off.” She panted, reaching between them to pull at the button of his jeans.
“I like this Snuggie business.” He told her, sitting up and pulling her with him as she settled on his lap, snuggie still placed warmly over them as she lowered onto him, her breath hot against him as she rose and sank down over him again. He groaned and gripped her hips firmly, their eyes meeting under pink light.
The tension of the day draining away in a delicious satisfaction, she moaned and sped up her thrusts, needing desperately to find release.
He met her with equal force, knowing fully well that she was needing some sleep. He sat up cradled the back of her head and crushed her lips to his in a demanding kiss as he reached between them and circled her swollen, sensitized clit. She moaned against his mouth and shortly thereafter came tumbling down, taking him along. He panted against her shoulder as she sat limply against his chest, catching her breath for a moment before sitting up and looking at him, flushed cheeks and all, with a smug grin, “A quickie in a snuggie. Not bad, huh?”
“Not bad at all.” He nodded, impressed, stealing another kiss.
FIN
Author's Note: Megan (blackberry06 ) is amazing. I wish I was as cool as her.
Title: I’m High But I’m Grounded
Rating: R
Pairing: Callie/Mark
Author: CallieLuvr
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 Notes: Written for the Holiday Armadillo secret Santa thing at mark_n_callie . Merry Christmas, Annie, aka irisheyes_77 !
Summary: Cool-Whip, a Snuggie, Cristina. It’s funny.
_____________________________________________________________________________________
Mark woke up at five in the morning on a Friday morning.
His first real day off in weeks, and he couldn’t even sleep in. And it was all Callie’s fault. Callie Torres, who had unfortunately gotten him into the habit of sleeping with at least one limb entwined or wrapped around her, and who was now probably almost at the end of a twelve hour shift. He was, to say the least, a little pissed. Because he really liked sleeping in. In her bed.
By five-thirty, he was showered and dressed, and grumpily making his way across the hall with two mugs of coffee. Cristina Yang was never his first choice for morning company, but if he went over there, it meant he’d be there when Callie got home. And yang would be out to work soon, so they’d then have the apartment all to themselves. He smiled at that as he kicked the door with more force than necessary.
Two minutes later, a disgruntled, but quickly cheered by the sight of the caffeinated offering in front of her, Cristina opened the door and grimaced as she took the mug from his hand and turned to go back inside, leaving the door open for him.
“Morning, sunshine.” He greeted her as he walked in behind her, shutting the door and sipping his coffee as he moved toward the fridge.
“Shut up.” Cristina replied, returning to her previous spot at the counter, where she busied herself with a bowl of cold cereal.
He opened the fridge door and peered inside. One hand wrapped securely around his cup and the other reaching for the soy milk, he froze at the sight of something horrific. Disgruntled and completely forgetting about the milk, he reached for the Cool-Whip instead, pulling it out with a look if disgust as he turned in Cristina’s direction when he grunted, “What’s this doing here?”
Cristina looked up then, a tiny trickle of milk falling off at the corner of her mouth before she licked it off and she replied blankly, “Uh--taking its rightful place in the universe? Existing and whatnot.”
“This is disgusting.” He informed her.”
“It’s like--whipped cream. And you’re king of whores. How is Cool-Whip not the most common term in your vocabulary?”
“I’m throwing it out.”
“Whatever, it’s your girlfriend’s.” She shrugged. He stopped in mid-stride toward the trash can,
“Callie bought this?”
“Yeah--” Cristina replied shortly before getting up to grab her jacket off the hook by the door, “--are you lactose intolerant or something?” She looked up at the sound of him angrily tossing the treat in the garbage and averted his gaze elsewhere as he sipped his coffee. She chuckled and studied him carefully before blurting out accusingly, “You’re lactose intolerant!”
“Shut up, Yang.” he ordered.
A snort-like laugh and a mocking comment later, she was gone and Mark wallowed in self misery for about a minute and a half before the door opened again and Callie walked through.
“Hey.” She greeted him warmly through a stifled yawn, a medium sized package tucked under her arm as she kicked the door shut and proceeded towards the kitchen, her chin already tilted upward in anticipation of a kiss she’s been expecting since her shift ended, “What’s up with Cristina?” She asked offhandedly, “She was laughing her ass off out there.”
“Why the hell would you buy Cool-Whip??” He asked a perplexed Callie before dropping a quick kiss on her lips.
She frowned briefly, her bottom lip extending out into a pout, “Hmm?” Her eyes fell on the dreaded Cool-Whip in the bin and her features quirked up in realization, “Oh--” She said softly, “--Cool-Whip. I didn’t buy it. I mean I did, but it’s been there since--” She waved her hand around.
“Shut up.”
“--that time--”
“Shut it…”
She smirked tightly before blurting out in one quick sentence, “sincethetimeyoualmostdiedfromeatingitoffmethatonetime.”
He sighed heavily and he placed the cup down on the counter as he dropped his head forward, “You had to say it.”
“Come on, I’m kidding.” She leaned in, hand softly on his chest as she kissed his chin once, then again, “I’m kidding,” She met his eyes as she added, “Now, did you remember to turn off the coffee pot before you came over here to not leave for the day?”
He groaned, “Damn it, no.”
“Okay, go do that.” She, “Patted his shoulder briefly as he moved past her. Reaching the door, he caught sight of the box under her arm, “What’s that?”
“Oh, Christmas present from a patient.”
“Hmm.” He nodded. Five minutes later, after checking on all the flammables in his apartment before disappearing for the next twenty-four hours for what he hoped was--lots of sex, he returned to Callie’s place to find himself almost disappointed at the sight of Callie wrapped in a pink, fluffy blanket up to her neck on the couch. He sighed, “What is that?”
“It’s a Snuggie!” She exclaimed excitedly, knees drawn up under the warm blanket as she beamed at him, “Remember I told you I wanted one?!”
“Yeah, that’s great.” He nodded, closing and locking the door before ridding of his shirt and shoes on his way toward her.
She laughed and scooted lower against the couch, “What are you doing?”
“We’re going to have sex. Get rid of the Snuggie before I rip it off you.”
“I’m tired.”
“But I’d bet you could go for some sex.” He smiled as he crawled onto the sofa, reaching underneath the pink barrier to grab at her now bare feet to extend her equally bare legs. His eyebrow went up in amusement at her, “You took off your clothes?”
“Just the pants, don’t get excited.” She replied, biting her lower lip as he crawled between her legs, one hand now trailing under her shirt, his palm smoothing out against her stomach and ribcage before cupping her breast softly. “Don’t’ rip my Snuggie.”
“Take it off.” He said quickly, leaning over for a deep kiss, lingering a bit a to nibble on her lip.
“No, I’m cold.” She teased him, giggling as he pulled the thing over her head, just enough to trap her inside before he joined her under the fuzzy confinement.
“This is why they call it a snuggie.” He said observantly, the blanket tenting them both as he shamelessly reached for the waistband of her panties and pulled them off. He leaned forward and captured her lips in a heated kiss that had her squirming and arching under the weight of his body in seconds.
“Pants off.” She panted, reaching between them to pull at the button of his jeans.
“I like this Snuggie business.” He told her, sitting up and pulling her with him as she settled on his lap, snuggie still placed warmly over them as she lowered onto him, her breath hot against him as she rose and sank down over him again. He groaned and gripped her hips firmly, their eyes meeting under pink light.
The tension of the day draining away in a delicious satisfaction, she moaned and sped up her thrusts, needing desperately to find release.
He met her with equal force, knowing fully well that she was needing some sleep. He sat up cradled the back of her head and crushed her lips to his in a demanding kiss as he reached between them and circled her swollen, sensitized clit. She moaned against his mouth and shortly thereafter came tumbling down, taking him along. He panted against her shoulder as she sat limply against his chest, catching her breath for a moment before sitting up and looking at him, flushed cheeks and all, with a smug grin, “A quickie in a snuggie. Not bad, huh?”
“Not bad at all.” He nodded, impressed, stealing another kiss.
FIN
Author's Note: Megan (blackberry06 ) is amazing. I wish I was as cool as her.