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Title: in the arms of sleep
Author: elise50
Pairing: Mark/Callie, mention of others
Rating: NC-17 (but not really all that graphic)
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Summary: Continuation of 7x7 drabble. Contains 7x8 spoilers and 7x9 promo spoilers.
A/N: So I'm pretty sure this is not how the scene from the promo (*thud*) is going to turn out, but you know, it's not going to stop me from writing it. I'm toying with a third part, so maybe. We'll see if I'm ever not busy within the coming weeks. Anyway enjoy...
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And I'll do anything to keep her here tonite
And I'll say anything to make her feel alright
And I'll be anything to keep her here tonite
Cause I want you to stay, with me
I need you tonite
-The Smashing Pumpkins
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“Okay what’s wrong?”
“Nothing.“ Mark answered abruptly, dropping his jacket over the arm of his leather sofa. Ignoring Callie’s sigh, he maneuvered his way around the room, taking the quickest route to the bedroom.
Tilting her head wearily, Callie bit her lip in frustration and ran a hand through her recently chopped locks.
“Mark, come on…”
“I’m going to take shower.”
Callie’s jaw tightened at the interruption; nostrils flaring slightly, she turned away from him, removing her boots as he disappeared down the hallway.
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Groaning, Mark stretched his body as he reached for the towel folded neatly at the end of the bathroom counter. Smiling faintly as he opened and ran it across his body, he realized that the neatness and inhabitability of the room had been Callie’s doing. She seemed to meld into his apartment the way she’d melded into his life, with a heart stopping smirk and an undeniable swagger.
He loved it.
That was the problem.
It had only been a few weeks since she came knocking on his door, crying because another outwardly sweet person, another blonde woman had stomped on her heart; and his own was moving too fast with excitement at the possibilities of what could be, to realize that it was planning things that might never happen. It was too soon after her breakup to be building a future, even if only one in his head.
But apparently, he had been wrong about timing.
Laughing mockingly at himself, he reached for his sweatpants and pulled them on over his black cotton boxer briefs. Opting to roam the apartment shirtless (whether intentional or not, he couldn’t really pinpoint for himself), Mark opened the door and made his way back down the hall.
Slowing as he neared the doorway, he heard soft movements coming from the kitchen. Leaning against the frame as the entire room came into view, he paused and watched Callie move, grabbing a glass from one of the cabinets above her.
Seeing her caused his heart to thunder in a way that was both amazing and incredibly unhealthy. Everything about her presence was so fluid, so natural; like she was always meant to be there.
It was never that way with anyone else. Other women (Addison and Lexie included) were cautious around him; constantly thinking about their actions, holding back more than they gave to him.
Turning away from his thoughts as the sound of running water filled the air, Mark finally pushed off the doorway and walked into the kitchen.
He felt her eyes on him while he curved around the island, but he avoided her gaze.
“Water?” Callie asked, thrusting her hand forward, offering her glass to him.
Without so much as a spared glance or grumbled thanks, he took the cup from her hand and drank the water.
Across from him, Callie still donned in her attending celebration attire, flattened a palm against the countertop, finding leverage as she stared at him challengingly. After a few seconds she sighed in defeat, her resolve breaking. Lifting her eyes to the ceiling, she closed them gently and spoke.
“I don’t want you mad at me too.”
Mark’s heart softened at her near whisper. Moving the glass down to his chest, he finally turned to look at her. Lids blinking open, Callie caught and held his gaze. Silence passed between them before either had made an attempt at conversation.
“I don’t want to see you go through another breakup.”
Narrowing her eyes in confusion, Callie knocked her knuckles lightly against the edge of the sink. “You’re the one who told me to put myself out there.”
Grip tightening on the glass, Mark clenched his jaw at the memory of his own words. “I didn’t mean tonight, with some random woman.”
“With who then?” She asked, genuinely interested.
With me, he thought inwardly, hating himself for sounding so childish.
“All she wanted was a good time.”
“That’s all I wanted.”
“No it’s not,” Mark shook his head at her response. “I know you, it might start out that way in your head, but that’s not how it ends up.”
Snorting at his remark, Callie tossed him an amused smirk. “I’m not some high school girl who falls in love with everyone she has sex with, I’ve done the one night stand thing before Sloan.”
“When was your last one night stand?”
Flushing slightly, she smiled quickly and averted her eyes. He’d gotten the exact reaction he expected from her.
“It’s years later Torres and we’re living together.”
“You’re different,” she replied earnestly, making his chest swell with pride. Before he had much chance to respond, she continued. “Everyone has always been able to walk away from me,” pausing she looked out into the dark sitting area of the apartment. Pursing her lips, she knitted her brows and started again, “I’m tired of being disposable; I wanted to feel wanted, even if it was for a little while.”
Shifting away from her, Mark dumped the remnants of his cup into the sink and placed it inside the dishwasher. Dropping both hands against the edge of the counter, he let his mind war with his heart. While the entities battled, he glanced at Callie.
All logical barriers inside him were destroyed the moment he saw her. The pounding of his heart beat against his eardrums as he stepped back and turned to her, giving only a moment's pause before his lips clashed with hers.
It was slow at first, gentle as he explored her mouth; savoring her taste.
But neither of them were much for waiting when it came to physicality.
His hands pushed up the gray shirt that hung loosely over her shoulders, and pulled it over her head eagerly. As she tossed the discarded clothing away, his hands reached for her. Fingertips burrowed into her dark hair while his mouth claimed hers again. Sliding his fingers down her chest and abdomen, he reached for her jeans, unbuttoning and dragging them down her legs and off her feet. Kissing her body as he made his way back to her lips, his hands wrapped around her hips and he hoisted her onto the counter, settling her between the microwave and the coffeemaker.
Determined to please her, Mark pushed Callie’s hands away from the waistband of his pajamas. After blocking her, his own moved to her still covered breasts, kneading them and kissing her chin and throat as she moaned, leaning her head back against the cabinet she’d rummaged through earlier.
Her warm breath hit his cheek as whimpered in protest when he slapped her hand away from his lower body again. But her impatience had finally affected him, the next moment he dropped his hands and tore at her panties, giving her little time to wiggle out of them before pulling her to the edge of the counter.
Pausing, they stared into each other’s eyes for a second, this time was different than all the others. For the first time everything else had become irrelevant, nonexistent. They were about to cross a line neither was sure they were ready for; but they couldn't back away now; want and need cursed through them steadily.
Seconds later, in one long, firm stroke, he entered her.
She groaned as he leaned forward and traced her bottom lip with his tongue, causing a slow pleasurable brush between them. Hands skimming down the curves of her body, he planted them at her hips; pulling her against him as he began rocking back and forth.
Gasping, Callie held onto his shoulders as he built up his motions. Crying out, she pushed her head back and tightened the hold of her legs around him as he unexpectedly slammed into her. Recovering quickly, she tugged at his short, gray hairs and pulled him in for a kiss.
With his hand at her lower back and the other clasping her thigh, he drove into her; each time harder than the last, until she arched back and moaned, grasping his shoulder tightly as her orgasm washed over her.
Feeling her relax, Mark breathed heavily into Callie’s shoulder, kissing it before grunting against her clavicle and finding his own release. Moving up, he kissed her lips softly, letting their heavy breaths mingle while they worked to gain control.
Pressing his forehead to hers, he closed his eyes and kissed her again.
“You’re wanted.”
Without giving her time to respond or think about what he’d just said, Mark pulled Callie from the counter and ran his fingers through her hair again; kissing her thoroughly as he began backing her down the hall and into the bedroom.