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Title: Coming Home
Author: elise50
Pairings: Mixture
Rating:
Disclaimer: All television shows, movies, books, and other copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for-profit, it constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and are not intended to be libelous, defamatory, or in any way factual.
Summary: iTunes shuffle ficlets. Click on the titles to hear the songs.
A/N: It feels like it's been centuries, I'm finally back with a writing of some sort. I hope I'm not too rusty for you guys, I'll have plenty of time to start writing again, since I'm finally finished with school (for another year at least). Hope you guys enjoy them.
find your grail; Callie/Sofia, Mark mentioned
“Sofia your daddy’s going to be here any minute, get your cute little butt out here now!”
After a few seconds of silence Callie heard rushing footsteps coming from the faraway bedroom, confirming her suspicions that the six year old was now scrambling around picking up the toys she shouldn’t have been playing with at seven in the morning, in an obvious attempt to cover her tracks. Sighing, she stared up at the ceiling and shook her head, her daughter was impish and disobedient in the most endearing ways, and as much as she’d like to blame Mark for those characteristics, she knew they had both come from her.
Chuckling at the irony, Callie reached into the cupboard for strawberry jam and the super chunk Skippy they both loved. Pulling a loaf of sliced bread from the pantry at her side, she dropped the peanut butter and jelly sandwich ingredients on the counter and turned to grab a knife from one of the kitchen drawers.
That was when she heard it; the music and background singers, both key components to the Lady of the Lake‘s entrance.
“If you trust in yourself! Keep your eyes on the bowl!”
Groaning, Callie dropped her head against the countertop. As adorable as it had been the first twenty times, listening to her daughter belt the same song (with her own improvised lyrics) more than ten times before leaving for school and another thirty when she came back home had been driving her insane.
It had all started a few weeks back when Mark insisted on feeding Sofia’s brilliance, apparently an idea that came from a parenting magazine he’d read while waiting to see his dentist. So without her consultation or knowledge, Mark took Sofia to watch Spamalot (not necessarily something she would have chosen for a kindergartener) and she loved it, a little too much for Callie’s liking.
Even a week after seeing the show, Sofia had jumped around the apartment reciting her favorite songs through memory. Then, when the madness was finally dying down, Mark showed up with the CD soundtrack.
She could have killed him.
From then on Find Your Grail, her daughter’s proclaimed favorite song sung by her proclaimed favorite character, had been placed on repeat.
“There‘s nothing you can do! You can do! DOOOO!”
Wincing at the loud, determined shriek coming from her boisterous child, Callie let out puff of air, rubbed her temples and continued with the sandwiches. She was a trooper after all, and maybe if she focused on something else for a few minutes, Mark might not have to run for his life when he came by to pick up Sofia for school.
crazy little thing called love; Daniel/Bobby friendship, Daniel/Betty, Bobby/Hilda
“You’re going to burn them.”
“I’m not gonna burn ‘em, I’m letting ‘em simmer in their own juices.”
“Aye dios mio,” Ignacio Suarez raised his oven mitt covered hands and silently prayed, hoping that God might grant him patience when dealing with his novice of a barbeque chef son-in-law, or that the almighty would at least keep their beef from turning into charcoal.
“Relax,” Bobby raised the metal spatula and smirked, “I got it covered.”
Unconvinced, Ignacio sighed and slipped off his gloves. “ I think I’ll go see if anyone in there wants to order a pizza or two.”
“Hey!” Bobby griped after his father-in-law, frowning at the lack of faith in his grilling skills. Shaking his head, he concentrated on the numerous patties laid out on the slightly outdated grill that Ignacio couldn’t bare to part with. The food held his focus for another five seconds, until an all black luxury car complete with personal driver and a beautiful pair of rims stopped in front of the small Suarez yard. Smiling Bobby nodded his head, knowing that the appearance of this particular vehicle could only mean one thing.
“Chipmunk!” Bellowing in an unnecessarily loud but charmingly Talercio way, Bobby opened his arms as a smiling Betty lifted the latch to the gate and made her way inside. “You’re glowing, looking more beautiful every time I see you.”
Betty laughed as she stepped into his arms and indulged in the friendly hug. Spotting Daniel coming up behind her, the little mischievous devil on Bobby’s shoulder took over for a minute. Leaning into his sister-in-law, he hushed his voice, pretending to whisper but making sure he was loud enough so the other man would be able to hear. “What do you say you an’ me, the two of us run away together huh? You know leave our two goons to--”
“I know that you, Bobby Talercio, did not just call your wife, the one who gave birth to your bigheaded, eight pound daughter, a goon!”
Wincing as he registered how close behind him Hilda had been, Bobby released a giggling Betty and whipped around to see, Mrs. Bobby Talercio and the year and half old Rosa Talercio staring at him; one delighted, the other not so much.
“You know I was only teasing,” he smiled, gathering the little girl reaching for him into his arms.
“Mmm,” Hilda looked her husband up and down, and dropped her hands to her hips, “you better be.”
“Umm…hate to interrupt the little love fest here,” Betty mumbled almost incoherently, her legs pressed together tightly as she tried to move, “but I kind of really need to tinkle.”
Minutes later, after Hilda rushed to her sister’s aid and practically shoved her up the stairs and into the house, Bobby finally moved to the neglected guest.
“Daniel, how’s everything going?” Bobby turned, Rosa squirming in his arms, and eyed the other man. Daniel looked tired, disheveled and completely unlike the polished person he’d always been presented as. “You look like sh-- doo doo.”
Laughing at Bobby’s censored observation of his appearance, Daniel reached back and rubbed his neck. “Nice to see you too man.”
“No really, is everything okay?” Stepping toward Daniel, Bobby quieted. “You can tell us of something’s going on, you know that right?”
“Yeah, yeah; I…it’s just,” Daniel shook his head, a little anxious now that Bobby seemed to have caught onto his weariness.
“What’s wrong?” Bobby’s body was alert, he had moved Rosa to rest on his side and had made sure she was securely wrapped around him.
“Nothing,” Daniel shook his head, “nothing its just Betty and…”
“What about Betty?” Bobby’s voice jumped an octave, showing his concern for the loveable little sister he’d inherited.
Realizing that Bobby had probably jumped to the worst possible scenario about Betty at the moment, Daniel shook his head quickly, “it’s nothing to do with what you’re thinking. Well it kind of is but not in the way--”
“Look you’re freaking me and little Rosa out here. Would you tell us what’s going on, and make it coherent, your obvious lack of sleep is cuttin’ into your brain cells.” Bobby joked, hoping to brighten the mood in case he needed the cheering up.
After a few silent moments, Daniel’s eyes darted around the tiny yard before facing Bobby, “Sex.”
Eyes widening, Bobby raised his arms and instinctually covered the ears of his daughter. Staring back up with a question gaze, Bobby waited for Daniel’s next response.
“All she ever wants to do is have sex. I get that her hormones are going crazy and its really really great sex, but…I…God I’m embarrassed to admit this, but Betty’s wearing me out.”
Face blank, Bobby blinked at Daniel’s mini freak-out. Not exactly sure what to respond with, he shook his head, drooped his shoulders and pulled Rosa off his hip, setting her comfortably into the playpen set-up earlier. Tilting his head, he moved back toward Daniel and crossed his arms over his chest. Finally after the shock wore off, his straight lined expression turned into one of wonder. “Betty? Little Betty Suarez is wearing out big shot playboy Daniel Meade? This is just too…” he couldn’t finish his sentence without breaking into a grin.
Groaning, Daniel dropped his hands in his jean pockets and mumbled, “this is exactly why I haven’t told anyone.”
“Hey I‘m not judging,” Bobby raised his hands and laughed, “there’s nothing wrong with it. I’m just surprised is all.”
“Well she’s a fiend, shoving me on the bed, grabbing me in the tub…we even, you know,” Daniel’s eyebrows rose suggestively, “on our way here.”
“Get outta here,” Bobby squinted his eyes, then raised his eyebrows as Daniel expression remained the same. Go Chipmunk, he quipped inwardly, grinning as he reached out and patted Daniel’s shoulder.
“How did you deal when Hilda was…going haywire?”
“Don’t let her hear you say that.” Tilting his head, Bobby chuckled as he eyed the other man, “you really want to know?”
“Any bit helps.”
“Depended on the day, but usually Mr. Right and Mr. Left helped me through,” Bobby raised his hands, grinning at Daniel’s grimace at his release of info. “Not all of us are as lucky as you, Hilda always pushed me away, telling me I was suffocating her with my breathing or something. I was lucky if I got a boob squeeze every now and then.”
Raising his hand Daniel shook his head as if trying to get the images out of his head.
“Hey you wanted to know,” Bobby laughed, turning again to the cooing Rosa in her pen. Bending, he picked her up as she giggled.
Daniel watched the pair, his heart swelling as he imagined himself carrying the child resting in Betty’s body.
Catching him out of the corner of his eye, Bobby kissed the side of Rosa’s brown hair, “you’re gonna have to deal with some craziness, but trust me, in the end its all worth it.”
“Yeah,” Daniel nodded in agreement with Bobby’s statement, staring at his beautiful niece with adoring eyes until a pungent smell filled the air around them. “What’s that--”
Bobby was already on it, depositing Rosa in Daniel’s arms before shooting his way back to the long ignored grill. Lifting a few of the patties with his spatula, he turned to the duo behind him.
“I hope you guys appreciate Cajun style burgers.”
Smirking, Daniel held the little girl in his arms a little tighter as he burst into laughter.
lovegame; ororo/logan
Staring up at the large grandfather clock at the corner of the room, Logan chewed on the recently lit cigar between his teeth. Smirking, he leaned over the pool table and continued his solo game, knowing full well that he’d have a companion soon.
Not two minutes later, he finally heard the familiar pair stilettos marching into the room, emitting all the power and sensuality their owner loved to display.
“You are aware that this is a school aren’t you?”
Holding back a chuckle, Logan looked up and caught sight of the displeased headmistress; her now long white hair pulled back into a stylish ponytail, tight body packed into a form fitting pinstripe suit, arms resting comfortably underneath her full breasts, subconsciously pushing them into his line of vision. So she wants to play this game he thought to himself, his grin broadening. “Coulda fooled me princess.”
Narrowing her eyes, Ororo tapped her fingers lightly against her arms, “I despise that name as much as I do your cigars.”
Snorting at her comment, he stood and took a large puff. While he knew part of her did dislike the smoke, he knew the smell got her going. “Do ya now?”
“I do,” she stood straight, lips pursed.
Chuckling at her demeanor, he dropped the pool stick in his hands and fell against the table. Giving her a once over, he smiled again, she played the ice queen better than anyone he’d ever known, but she couldn’t fool him. He could smell her peaking arousal, he was well aware just how much she was enjoying their little confrontation.
This was all a show, she wasn’t really as annoyed with him as she liked to put on. It was her defense mechanism, she used their petty little arguments to combat the deep feelings growing between them. He wished she would just succumb to hers the way he had to his, but she was a stubborn mule and he told her as much on several occasions. He’d wait it out though, she was too much fun not wait for.
“Honestly Logan this is no laughing matter, there are children living here, who despite their amazing abilities, do not have a self-healing body like the indestructible Wolverine.”
“They’re gone on spring break darlin’, something tells me the smell’ll be outta the carpet before they get back.”
She glared at him, still remaining in the spot she’d been in when he first saw her. Deciding there was far too much space between, Logan moved around the table and stepped toward her, only stopping when they were face to face. Staying quiet for a moment, he took the cigar from his lips and planted it between his fingers before leaning down to drop the tip of his nose to Ororo’s throat. Enjoying the shiver and increased heart rate his close proximity caused her, he sniffed the soft skin and let the sweet, amplified scent of his lover and the quiet moan that escaped her wash over him.
Collecting herself, Ororo cleared her throat and found her voice, “Put out the cigar.”
Pulling back slowly, Logan tossed her a lopsided grin and replied, “No.”
“Put it out,” she demanded in a firmer voice, even as he inched closer to her, planting his lips mere centimeters from her own.
“What’re you gonna do if I don’t?”
Smirking at his baiting, she intentionally rubbed against him as she moved her lips to his ear. “It’s not what I will do,” reaching up she nicked the bottom of his lobe with her teeth, “it’s what I won’t do.”
With a snicker, she turned and sauntered back to where she’d come from, stopping only to send him a raised brow before making her exit.
Nostrils flaring and hands itching, the great Wolverine shook his head and laughed as he sunk the cigar into his palm, wincing slightly at the few seconds of pain. Looking down at the tip to make sure it was out, he dropped it into the front pocket of his flannel shirt.
“Damn sexy minx.”
Smirking at his statement, he looked down the empty walkway where she’d disappeared and then quickly followed after her.
no better reason; Mark/Callie
She can’t tell if it’s the way the light hits his peppered head or the way his mouth curves mischievously when he grins or even the way his eyes twinkle and hold hers like she’s the only thing that exists, but as she shakes her head and smiles at his incredibly bad joke, the one he seems to find so amusing, she can’t help but notice how beautiful he really is.
And just how stupid she’s been.
Tilting her head, she watches as his chuckles subside and he reaches forward to lift the nearly full mug resting in front of him to his lips, taking an unhealthy gulp when he does so. Seconds later, she smiles at the line of beer that trickles down the corner of his mouth, and instinctively lifts her hand to thumb away the liquid and dry his handsomely stubbled jaw.
It’s then, as her fingers run along his unshaven cheek for longer than their defined relationship might deem appropriate, that she quietly reflects on their past.
Good memories, bad ones, pain, love; he‘s been part of everything that’s ever held meaning in her life. Always there to be her confidante, her savior, her invincible guardian. He’s given her more than any other person in her life; an amazing family, an everlasting friendship, and an unrestricted love that even those who claimed hers couldn’t offer. She hopes she’s played the same roles in his life.
Her fingertips tingle unexpectedly when she feels his lips graze her nails before he drags her hand away from his face and clasps it tightly with his own.
Without thought or care of the other bar patrons, she slides from her stool, settling in the nook of his legs and kisses him, so uncharacteristically tender that he pulls away instantly and tosses her a questioning glance. Instead of coining a verbal explanation, she leans in and kisses him again, this time with a more noticeable passion and determination, leaving him no room to doubt what she trying to say.
She grins against his mouth when he finally responds to her, by snaking his free hand into her untied hair, running fingers through it with an unmatched adoration and gently tugging her forward to meet her passion with the same fervor.
Her heart thumps wildly in her chest as his mouth moves expertly against hers, ensuring every piece of her will have his aftertaste when the need for air takes them.
When the blissful seconds pass, she steps back to catch her breath. As her chest heaves, she feels the strong hold he has on her waist; melting inwardly, she licks her lips and lifts her gaze.
The warmth and intensity of his stare is frightening and welcomed. And so damn loving that she hates herself (and him) for having wasted so many years.
Despite the loud, voracious environment they’re in, they manage to share a silent moment; and everything that’s ever been held under lock and key is released and flooded between them, unearthed and allowed to be felt.
Things are changing, for the better and they’re finally ready to face it.
Dropping back but never letting their fingers untwine, she gives him a moment as he reaches into his wallet and carelessly throws a few bills on the countertop. Waving away change, he faces her and raises their linked hands to kiss her knuckles.
Taking a deep breath, she smiles and turns toward the exit, leading him out of the bar as she did several years ago; only this time its not just a lust driven trip to the bedroom, it’s the beginning of their long overdue happy ending.
think i'm in love; cristina, mark/callie, au baby
“She just lays there, how can you stand it?”
“How can you stand looking in the mirror everyday?”
“Oh ha-ha,” Cristina sneered, glaring at Mark for a second before shifting her eyes back to the pen Eva rested in. “No I’m serious Sloan, what does she do?”
“She’s a baby Yang, you’ve been around a hospital long enough to know what they do.”
Scoffing, Cristina raised her hands and moved away from the little girl. Rounding the corner, she made her way into the kitchen and yanked the refrigerator door open. “What did Callie cook yesterday?”
“What?” Mark asked, half interested as he glanced over at the pen, giving it a quick inspection before turning back to the television screen.
Rolling her eyes, Cristina went back to rummaging through the cold food cluttered shelves. Grabbing a container from behind the row of bottles and juices, she hopped onto the counter and flipped open the lid.
Just then, a freshly showered Callie walked in from the hallway, combing fingers through her damp hair. Leaning down she accepted a kiss from Mark who’d tugged her hand from his seat. Hearing an unrefined snort from the kitchen, Callie looked up and raised a brow in Cristina’s direction.
“What are you doing?” Callie squinted, watching as the younger woman picked through the Tupperware container in her hands.
“What does it look like I’m doing Torres?” Cristina shook her head in annoyance. “Your daughter’s sucking the brains out of you.”
Rolling her eyes, Callie turned toward her daughter; smiling she hunched over the pen. “Don’t listen to her Eva,” she cooed lovingly. “She’s just as in love with you as the rest of us.”
“Please,” Cristina scoffed, shoving a piece of sliced cheese into her mouth.
“Sure you’re not,” Callie responded with a knowing smirk as she reached for her daughter. Moving swiftly around the sofa, she settled into the seat beside and swiftly moved around the sofa to settle beside Mark.
Scowling, Cristina did the same and glared at Callie as she squeezed into the chair across from the happy family. Sighing, she dropped the container of cheese she’d carried with her from the kitchen onto the coffee table and reached for the baby. “Hand her over.”
Without reluctance Callie smiled and handed over the child, watching silently as Cristina sat back into the chair and planted the little girl into her lap, occasionally checking to make sure she was comfortable.
“What?” Cristina grumbled when she spotted her former roommate giving her amused looked.
“Nothing,” Callie raised her hands innocently.
“This doesn’t mean I like her or anything, she just needed to not be traumatized by being stuck between her parents while they were ready to grope on each other,” Cristina commented, pointing to Mark, who had an arm over Callie’s shoulder and a hand that was dropping dangerously close to her an obviously unrestrained breast. “Can’t you people hold it back for more than ten seconds?”
Chuckling from his seat, Mark shook his head, kissed Callie’s temple and winked across the way at his baby and Cristina.
Gagging, Cristina shifted her attention to the smiling baby in her lap. “You are so lucky I’m here for you kid.”
As the child giggled and bounced, Cristina Yang thought she might be a little lucky herself.
Author: elise50
Pairings: Mixture
Rating:
Disclaimer: All television shows, movies, books, and other copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for-profit, it constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and are not intended to be libelous, defamatory, or in any way factual.
Summary: iTunes shuffle ficlets. Click on the titles to hear the songs.
A/N: It feels like it's been centuries, I'm finally back with a writing of some sort. I hope I'm not too rusty for you guys, I'll have plenty of time to start writing again, since I'm finally finished with school (for another year at least). Hope you guys enjoy them.
find your grail; Callie/Sofia, Mark mentioned
“Sofia your daddy’s going to be here any minute, get your cute little butt out here now!”
After a few seconds of silence Callie heard rushing footsteps coming from the faraway bedroom, confirming her suspicions that the six year old was now scrambling around picking up the toys she shouldn’t have been playing with at seven in the morning, in an obvious attempt to cover her tracks. Sighing, she stared up at the ceiling and shook her head, her daughter was impish and disobedient in the most endearing ways, and as much as she’d like to blame Mark for those characteristics, she knew they had both come from her.
Chuckling at the irony, Callie reached into the cupboard for strawberry jam and the super chunk Skippy they both loved. Pulling a loaf of sliced bread from the pantry at her side, she dropped the peanut butter and jelly sandwich ingredients on the counter and turned to grab a knife from one of the kitchen drawers.
That was when she heard it; the music and background singers, both key components to the Lady of the Lake‘s entrance.
“If you trust in yourself! Keep your eyes on the bowl!”
Groaning, Callie dropped her head against the countertop. As adorable as it had been the first twenty times, listening to her daughter belt the same song (with her own improvised lyrics) more than ten times before leaving for school and another thirty when she came back home had been driving her insane.
It had all started a few weeks back when Mark insisted on feeding Sofia’s brilliance, apparently an idea that came from a parenting magazine he’d read while waiting to see his dentist. So without her consultation or knowledge, Mark took Sofia to watch Spamalot (not necessarily something she would have chosen for a kindergartener) and she loved it, a little too much for Callie’s liking.
Even a week after seeing the show, Sofia had jumped around the apartment reciting her favorite songs through memory. Then, when the madness was finally dying down, Mark showed up with the CD soundtrack.
She could have killed him.
From then on Find Your Grail, her daughter’s proclaimed favorite song sung by her proclaimed favorite character, had been placed on repeat.
“There‘s nothing you can do! You can do! DOOOO!”
Wincing at the loud, determined shriek coming from her boisterous child, Callie let out puff of air, rubbed her temples and continued with the sandwiches. She was a trooper after all, and maybe if she focused on something else for a few minutes, Mark might not have to run for his life when he came by to pick up Sofia for school.
crazy little thing called love; Daniel/Bobby friendship, Daniel/Betty, Bobby/Hilda
“You’re going to burn them.”
“I’m not gonna burn ‘em, I’m letting ‘em simmer in their own juices.”
“Aye dios mio,” Ignacio Suarez raised his oven mitt covered hands and silently prayed, hoping that God might grant him patience when dealing with his novice of a barbeque chef son-in-law, or that the almighty would at least keep their beef from turning into charcoal.
“Relax,” Bobby raised the metal spatula and smirked, “I got it covered.”
Unconvinced, Ignacio sighed and slipped off his gloves. “ I think I’ll go see if anyone in there wants to order a pizza or two.”
“Hey!” Bobby griped after his father-in-law, frowning at the lack of faith in his grilling skills. Shaking his head, he concentrated on the numerous patties laid out on the slightly outdated grill that Ignacio couldn’t bare to part with. The food held his focus for another five seconds, until an all black luxury car complete with personal driver and a beautiful pair of rims stopped in front of the small Suarez yard. Smiling Bobby nodded his head, knowing that the appearance of this particular vehicle could only mean one thing.
“Chipmunk!” Bellowing in an unnecessarily loud but charmingly Talercio way, Bobby opened his arms as a smiling Betty lifted the latch to the gate and made her way inside. “You’re glowing, looking more beautiful every time I see you.”
Betty laughed as she stepped into his arms and indulged in the friendly hug. Spotting Daniel coming up behind her, the little mischievous devil on Bobby’s shoulder took over for a minute. Leaning into his sister-in-law, he hushed his voice, pretending to whisper but making sure he was loud enough so the other man would be able to hear. “What do you say you an’ me, the two of us run away together huh? You know leave our two goons to--”
“I know that you, Bobby Talercio, did not just call your wife, the one who gave birth to your bigheaded, eight pound daughter, a goon!”
Wincing as he registered how close behind him Hilda had been, Bobby released a giggling Betty and whipped around to see, Mrs. Bobby Talercio and the year and half old Rosa Talercio staring at him; one delighted, the other not so much.
“You know I was only teasing,” he smiled, gathering the little girl reaching for him into his arms.
“Mmm,” Hilda looked her husband up and down, and dropped her hands to her hips, “you better be.”
“Umm…hate to interrupt the little love fest here,” Betty mumbled almost incoherently, her legs pressed together tightly as she tried to move, “but I kind of really need to tinkle.”
Minutes later, after Hilda rushed to her sister’s aid and practically shoved her up the stairs and into the house, Bobby finally moved to the neglected guest.
“Daniel, how’s everything going?” Bobby turned, Rosa squirming in his arms, and eyed the other man. Daniel looked tired, disheveled and completely unlike the polished person he’d always been presented as. “You look like sh-- doo doo.”
Laughing at Bobby’s censored observation of his appearance, Daniel reached back and rubbed his neck. “Nice to see you too man.”
“No really, is everything okay?” Stepping toward Daniel, Bobby quieted. “You can tell us of something’s going on, you know that right?”
“Yeah, yeah; I…it’s just,” Daniel shook his head, a little anxious now that Bobby seemed to have caught onto his weariness.
“What’s wrong?” Bobby’s body was alert, he had moved Rosa to rest on his side and had made sure she was securely wrapped around him.
“Nothing,” Daniel shook his head, “nothing its just Betty and…”
“What about Betty?” Bobby’s voice jumped an octave, showing his concern for the loveable little sister he’d inherited.
Realizing that Bobby had probably jumped to the worst possible scenario about Betty at the moment, Daniel shook his head quickly, “it’s nothing to do with what you’re thinking. Well it kind of is but not in the way--”
“Look you’re freaking me and little Rosa out here. Would you tell us what’s going on, and make it coherent, your obvious lack of sleep is cuttin’ into your brain cells.” Bobby joked, hoping to brighten the mood in case he needed the cheering up.
After a few silent moments, Daniel’s eyes darted around the tiny yard before facing Bobby, “Sex.”
Eyes widening, Bobby raised his arms and instinctually covered the ears of his daughter. Staring back up with a question gaze, Bobby waited for Daniel’s next response.
“All she ever wants to do is have sex. I get that her hormones are going crazy and its really really great sex, but…I…God I’m embarrassed to admit this, but Betty’s wearing me out.”
Face blank, Bobby blinked at Daniel’s mini freak-out. Not exactly sure what to respond with, he shook his head, drooped his shoulders and pulled Rosa off his hip, setting her comfortably into the playpen set-up earlier. Tilting his head, he moved back toward Daniel and crossed his arms over his chest. Finally after the shock wore off, his straight lined expression turned into one of wonder. “Betty? Little Betty Suarez is wearing out big shot playboy Daniel Meade? This is just too…” he couldn’t finish his sentence without breaking into a grin.
Groaning, Daniel dropped his hands in his jean pockets and mumbled, “this is exactly why I haven’t told anyone.”
“Hey I‘m not judging,” Bobby raised his hands and laughed, “there’s nothing wrong with it. I’m just surprised is all.”
“Well she’s a fiend, shoving me on the bed, grabbing me in the tub…we even, you know,” Daniel’s eyebrows rose suggestively, “on our way here.”
“Get outta here,” Bobby squinted his eyes, then raised his eyebrows as Daniel expression remained the same. Go Chipmunk, he quipped inwardly, grinning as he reached out and patted Daniel’s shoulder.
“How did you deal when Hilda was…going haywire?”
“Don’t let her hear you say that.” Tilting his head, Bobby chuckled as he eyed the other man, “you really want to know?”
“Any bit helps.”
“Depended on the day, but usually Mr. Right and Mr. Left helped me through,” Bobby raised his hands, grinning at Daniel’s grimace at his release of info. “Not all of us are as lucky as you, Hilda always pushed me away, telling me I was suffocating her with my breathing or something. I was lucky if I got a boob squeeze every now and then.”
Raising his hand Daniel shook his head as if trying to get the images out of his head.
“Hey you wanted to know,” Bobby laughed, turning again to the cooing Rosa in her pen. Bending, he picked her up as she giggled.
Daniel watched the pair, his heart swelling as he imagined himself carrying the child resting in Betty’s body.
Catching him out of the corner of his eye, Bobby kissed the side of Rosa’s brown hair, “you’re gonna have to deal with some craziness, but trust me, in the end its all worth it.”
“Yeah,” Daniel nodded in agreement with Bobby’s statement, staring at his beautiful niece with adoring eyes until a pungent smell filled the air around them. “What’s that--”
Bobby was already on it, depositing Rosa in Daniel’s arms before shooting his way back to the long ignored grill. Lifting a few of the patties with his spatula, he turned to the duo behind him.
“I hope you guys appreciate Cajun style burgers.”
Smirking, Daniel held the little girl in his arms a little tighter as he burst into laughter.
lovegame; ororo/logan
Staring up at the large grandfather clock at the corner of the room, Logan chewed on the recently lit cigar between his teeth. Smirking, he leaned over the pool table and continued his solo game, knowing full well that he’d have a companion soon.
Not two minutes later, he finally heard the familiar pair stilettos marching into the room, emitting all the power and sensuality their owner loved to display.
“You are aware that this is a school aren’t you?”
Holding back a chuckle, Logan looked up and caught sight of the displeased headmistress; her now long white hair pulled back into a stylish ponytail, tight body packed into a form fitting pinstripe suit, arms resting comfortably underneath her full breasts, subconsciously pushing them into his line of vision. So she wants to play this game he thought to himself, his grin broadening. “Coulda fooled me princess.”
Narrowing her eyes, Ororo tapped her fingers lightly against her arms, “I despise that name as much as I do your cigars.”
Snorting at her comment, he stood and took a large puff. While he knew part of her did dislike the smoke, he knew the smell got her going. “Do ya now?”
“I do,” she stood straight, lips pursed.
Chuckling at her demeanor, he dropped the pool stick in his hands and fell against the table. Giving her a once over, he smiled again, she played the ice queen better than anyone he’d ever known, but she couldn’t fool him. He could smell her peaking arousal, he was well aware just how much she was enjoying their little confrontation.
This was all a show, she wasn’t really as annoyed with him as she liked to put on. It was her defense mechanism, she used their petty little arguments to combat the deep feelings growing between them. He wished she would just succumb to hers the way he had to his, but she was a stubborn mule and he told her as much on several occasions. He’d wait it out though, she was too much fun not wait for.
“Honestly Logan this is no laughing matter, there are children living here, who despite their amazing abilities, do not have a self-healing body like the indestructible Wolverine.”
“They’re gone on spring break darlin’, something tells me the smell’ll be outta the carpet before they get back.”
She glared at him, still remaining in the spot she’d been in when he first saw her. Deciding there was far too much space between, Logan moved around the table and stepped toward her, only stopping when they were face to face. Staying quiet for a moment, he took the cigar from his lips and planted it between his fingers before leaning down to drop the tip of his nose to Ororo’s throat. Enjoying the shiver and increased heart rate his close proximity caused her, he sniffed the soft skin and let the sweet, amplified scent of his lover and the quiet moan that escaped her wash over him.
Collecting herself, Ororo cleared her throat and found her voice, “Put out the cigar.”
Pulling back slowly, Logan tossed her a lopsided grin and replied, “No.”
“Put it out,” she demanded in a firmer voice, even as he inched closer to her, planting his lips mere centimeters from her own.
“What’re you gonna do if I don’t?”
Smirking at his baiting, she intentionally rubbed against him as she moved her lips to his ear. “It’s not what I will do,” reaching up she nicked the bottom of his lobe with her teeth, “it’s what I won’t do.”
With a snicker, she turned and sauntered back to where she’d come from, stopping only to send him a raised brow before making her exit.
Nostrils flaring and hands itching, the great Wolverine shook his head and laughed as he sunk the cigar into his palm, wincing slightly at the few seconds of pain. Looking down at the tip to make sure it was out, he dropped it into the front pocket of his flannel shirt.
“Damn sexy minx.”
Smirking at his statement, he looked down the empty walkway where she’d disappeared and then quickly followed after her.
no better reason; Mark/Callie
She can’t tell if it’s the way the light hits his peppered head or the way his mouth curves mischievously when he grins or even the way his eyes twinkle and hold hers like she’s the only thing that exists, but as she shakes her head and smiles at his incredibly bad joke, the one he seems to find so amusing, she can’t help but notice how beautiful he really is.
And just how stupid she’s been.
Tilting her head, she watches as his chuckles subside and he reaches forward to lift the nearly full mug resting in front of him to his lips, taking an unhealthy gulp when he does so. Seconds later, she smiles at the line of beer that trickles down the corner of his mouth, and instinctively lifts her hand to thumb away the liquid and dry his handsomely stubbled jaw.
It’s then, as her fingers run along his unshaven cheek for longer than their defined relationship might deem appropriate, that she quietly reflects on their past.
Good memories, bad ones, pain, love; he‘s been part of everything that’s ever held meaning in her life. Always there to be her confidante, her savior, her invincible guardian. He’s given her more than any other person in her life; an amazing family, an everlasting friendship, and an unrestricted love that even those who claimed hers couldn’t offer. She hopes she’s played the same roles in his life.
Her fingertips tingle unexpectedly when she feels his lips graze her nails before he drags her hand away from his face and clasps it tightly with his own.
Without thought or care of the other bar patrons, she slides from her stool, settling in the nook of his legs and kisses him, so uncharacteristically tender that he pulls away instantly and tosses her a questioning glance. Instead of coining a verbal explanation, she leans in and kisses him again, this time with a more noticeable passion and determination, leaving him no room to doubt what she trying to say.
She grins against his mouth when he finally responds to her, by snaking his free hand into her untied hair, running fingers through it with an unmatched adoration and gently tugging her forward to meet her passion with the same fervor.
Her heart thumps wildly in her chest as his mouth moves expertly against hers, ensuring every piece of her will have his aftertaste when the need for air takes them.
When the blissful seconds pass, she steps back to catch her breath. As her chest heaves, she feels the strong hold he has on her waist; melting inwardly, she licks her lips and lifts her gaze.
The warmth and intensity of his stare is frightening and welcomed. And so damn loving that she hates herself (and him) for having wasted so many years.
Despite the loud, voracious environment they’re in, they manage to share a silent moment; and everything that’s ever been held under lock and key is released and flooded between them, unearthed and allowed to be felt.
Things are changing, for the better and they’re finally ready to face it.
Dropping back but never letting their fingers untwine, she gives him a moment as he reaches into his wallet and carelessly throws a few bills on the countertop. Waving away change, he faces her and raises their linked hands to kiss her knuckles.
Taking a deep breath, she smiles and turns toward the exit, leading him out of the bar as she did several years ago; only this time its not just a lust driven trip to the bedroom, it’s the beginning of their long overdue happy ending.
think i'm in love; cristina, mark/callie, au baby
“She just lays there, how can you stand it?”
“How can you stand looking in the mirror everyday?”
“Oh ha-ha,” Cristina sneered, glaring at Mark for a second before shifting her eyes back to the pen Eva rested in. “No I’m serious Sloan, what does she do?”
“She’s a baby Yang, you’ve been around a hospital long enough to know what they do.”
Scoffing, Cristina raised her hands and moved away from the little girl. Rounding the corner, she made her way into the kitchen and yanked the refrigerator door open. “What did Callie cook yesterday?”
“What?” Mark asked, half interested as he glanced over at the pen, giving it a quick inspection before turning back to the television screen.
Rolling her eyes, Cristina went back to rummaging through the cold food cluttered shelves. Grabbing a container from behind the row of bottles and juices, she hopped onto the counter and flipped open the lid.
Just then, a freshly showered Callie walked in from the hallway, combing fingers through her damp hair. Leaning down she accepted a kiss from Mark who’d tugged her hand from his seat. Hearing an unrefined snort from the kitchen, Callie looked up and raised a brow in Cristina’s direction.
“What are you doing?” Callie squinted, watching as the younger woman picked through the Tupperware container in her hands.
“What does it look like I’m doing Torres?” Cristina shook her head in annoyance. “Your daughter’s sucking the brains out of you.”
Rolling her eyes, Callie turned toward her daughter; smiling she hunched over the pen. “Don’t listen to her Eva,” she cooed lovingly. “She’s just as in love with you as the rest of us.”
“Please,” Cristina scoffed, shoving a piece of sliced cheese into her mouth.
“Sure you’re not,” Callie responded with a knowing smirk as she reached for her daughter. Moving swiftly around the sofa, she settled into the seat beside and swiftly moved around the sofa to settle beside Mark.
Scowling, Cristina did the same and glared at Callie as she squeezed into the chair across from the happy family. Sighing, she dropped the container of cheese she’d carried with her from the kitchen onto the coffee table and reached for the baby. “Hand her over.”
Without reluctance Callie smiled and handed over the child, watching silently as Cristina sat back into the chair and planted the little girl into her lap, occasionally checking to make sure she was comfortable.
“What?” Cristina grumbled when she spotted her former roommate giving her amused looked.
“Nothing,” Callie raised her hands innocently.
“This doesn’t mean I like her or anything, she just needed to not be traumatized by being stuck between her parents while they were ready to grope on each other,” Cristina commented, pointing to Mark, who had an arm over Callie’s shoulder and a hand that was dropping dangerously close to her an obviously unrestrained breast. “Can’t you people hold it back for more than ten seconds?”
Chuckling from his seat, Mark shook his head, kissed Callie’s temple and winked across the way at his baby and Cristina.
Gagging, Cristina shifted her attention to the smiling baby in her lap. “You are so lucky I’m here for you kid.”
As the child giggled and bounced, Cristina Yang thought she might be a little lucky herself.