Hang Me Up to Dry 6/?
Chapter 6/?
Title: Deep Inside of You
Pairing: Callex
Rating: R/NC 17 MAYBE
Summary: George let her go and Alex picked her right up.
So, okay, this was supposed to be alot longer but you guys won't stop BITCHING! LOL jk, i love it. Anyway, i wasn't going to post yet but here ya go. Again, no time to proof read so ignore the mistakes please :) Please review and read lyrics!
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And I’ve never felt alone until I met you
I’m alright on my own…and then I met you
And I’d know what to do if I just knew what’s doming
Friends say I’ve changed
I don’t listen
Cause I live to be deep inside of you
Slide of her dress, shouts in darkness
I’m so alive
I’m deep inside of you
Callie was disturbed from a deep sleep. There was a knock on the door. Her eyes would not open completely as she grumpily dragged her ass out of bed and adjusted her black tank top into place as she shuffled her feet out her bedroom and through the dark apartment. She guided herself with her hand along the walls so that she wouldn’t have to open her eyes.
She reached the door and after some difficulty, she managed to unlock and open it.
Alex stood, leaning against the doorframe, yawning as she did her best to look at him, after rubbing her eyes sleepily.
He leaned forwards, kissed the top of her head and stepped inside. “I’m so tired.”
She nodded and walked ahead of him, and he followed, stripping off his jacket and throwing it on the sofa on their way to her room, where she climbed back into bed and laid on her side, hugging her pillow as he toed off his shows and removed his pants and shirt before crawling into bed beside her. He scooted close and draped an arm loosely on her waist as he tangled a leg with Callie’s.
He kissed her hair and they both drifted off to sleep.
XXX
Callie strolled up to Seattle Grace hospital. And it hit her that her birthday would be tomorrow. A month and a half ago she and George had made plans to go down to California to visit some friends of hers. She pushed the bitter thought away and took a deep breath. She gasped as she was pulled by the waist around a corner and against the wall. It took her less than a second to recognize who it was.
“Good morning.” Alex greeted with a grin then leaned forward to plant a kiss on her lips.
“Hi.” She laughed as she placed an easy hand on his chest. “Why didn’t you wake me before you left?”
“I tried! You wouldn’t budge.”
“Oh. Right. Why are you out here?”
“Forgot my phone.” He said, patting his coat pocket. “Hey, you want to have dinner at my place tonight?”
“Your place?”
“Yes. I’m going back to my apartment. O’Malley’s moving back in.”
“Mm.” She nodded. “You’re all packed up and everything?”
“Yes. I’ve got a couple of boxes left but I’m practically moved out.” He kissed her.
“Good. Stop kissing me here.”
“Okay. Where should I kiss you then?”
“Don’t be cheeky.”
“Okay. Come over to Meredith’s house during lunch.”
“Yeah right.”
“No one will be there. Come on. You can help me pack and we’ll be cheeky together--and in private.”
She rolled her eyes and sighed. “Fine.”
“Okay. You may go now.”
She kissed his neck and hurried off.
XXX
“Hello…” Callie called as she stood just under the doorframe of what used to be George’s room. She eyed the empty room with a sense of nostalgia which she hid with a smile as Alex turned to look at her from where he stood over the bed, closing a box.
“Hey there. I’m done.” He sat the box down on the floor.
“Great. You want to get going?”
He shook his head playfully. “Not really.”
She decided to push George completely out of her head for the remaining of the day. It was enough. She stepped inside and closed the door before leaning against it, propping her foot on it and crossing her arms across her chest.
He stood back and drank in the sight of her. From the fitted jeans she wore so well, that hugged her hips in every which horribly good way, up to that black low cut blouse, equally fitted to her body. And that leather jacket that she liked so much. He moved toward her and crushed her against the door. He kissed lips gently, then moved lower, kissing her neck, making sure he got every inch of skin before she licked her lips and tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling him up and kissing him roughly.
He met her eager lips and tongue and snaked his hands under her shirt, feeling her bare stomach and pushing her impossibly tighter against the door. She moaned into his mouth as he grinded his pelvis against hers, forcefully lifting one of her legs and hooking it around his waist. He tugged at the collar of her leather jacket and violently pushed it over her shoulders, leaning forwards to bite at her jaw line, not hard enough to leave a mark but vigorously enough to feel.
Soon after her jacket was tossed on the floor, she pulled at his tee-shirt, and quickly removed it. His skin was warm under her fingers and she took a second to kiss his shoulder tenderly.
She reached for his belt but her wrists were pulled away from the belt buckle before she could undo it and soon found her arms pinned above her head , making the blinds hanging over the tiny window rattle. She smiled pleasingly as Alex used his free hand to lift her blouse over her body, his mouth making love to her chest and neck as his hand traveled around her back and easily unhooked her bra then taking no time in finding her breast and placing her already hardened nipple between his index finger and thumb and pinching it softly. She moaned again and tossed her head back, her hair sprawling against the blinds, her hands twisting helplessly in his grasp. He moved upward slowly until his lips where just hovering over her ear and he hissed as she shifted her waist and the friction made holding out even more difficult. “What do you want?” He licked the ridge of her ear and she shivered.
“I want you to let me go so we can do this properly.”
He chuckled and let her hands drop to her sides where she quickly hooked her fingers to his belt loops and pulled him even closer as their lips met again.
She undid his belt and pushed his jeans down until they fell on their own in a puddle under his feet. He Grabbed at the stretchy fabric of her shirt and pulled it over her head, tossing it aside, followed by her already unhooked bra.
Before he could lower his mouth back onto her skin, she grabbed his face in both hands and smiled. “Sometimes foreplay is overrated. This is one of those times.”
He grinned sideways and kicked off his shoes and pants. He then reached for Callie’s legs and lifted her so that her legs were wrapped around his waist and quickly moved towards the bed and dropped her on the bare mattress. He pulled roughly at the button of her jeans then sat up reached for one of her legs. He bent it slightly and got rid of her shoe, then reached for the other leg and tossed the other shoe.
She lifted her hips off the mattress, long enough for him to pull her jeans off of her. He quickly moved back up to her, laying his lower body between her legs and thrusting forward slightly. She groaned quietly and bent one of her legs so that she could get a better feel. He kissed her feverishly and she moaned as he grinded harder against her and she couldn’t think straight anymore.
She met his eyes, her breathing ragged as she traced the shape of his bottom lip with her finger. She arched her neck as he pushed himself against her again. She could almost feel him through both their underwear. She felt his back muscles rippling against her hands as he held his upper body just above her. She wanted him inside her and before she could utter a thought, his hand reached for her black, lace boy shorts and pulled at the side of them. He kissed his way lower as he revealed the small tattoo of a tiny, black independence cross that rested just on the curve of her hip. She could feel his breath on her skin as he leaned down the rest of the way and kissed her there.
“Hey, Alex, you think you’re going to be out s--Oh my God.”
Callie scrambled for something to cover herself up as Alex tried his best to cover her up as well. George stood, speechless at the door, his hand tightly on the knob. Callie glared back with one hand over her breasts. “Turn around!”
He couldn‘t. For a second, she was his wife again and she was in bed with another man and--he had a headache. He was still staring.
“George, you can’t--look at me. Turn around.” She repeated. It wasn’t in the same anxious way as before but it was just as forceful.
He hesitated then turned his head to the side.
Once Callie was semi-dressed, back in her jeans and shirt, Alex glared at him. “It’s called knocking, dude!”
“What the--what the fuck is this! You and--Callie, what the FUCK is this!” he looked at Alex “She’s my wife!”
Alex shook his head as he slipped on his jeans and Callie ran her fingers nervously through her hair. “EX-wife.” He stepped in front of Callie as George’s angry glare was directed at her. “Don’t even think about it. Get out, man.”
George chuckled and muttered mindlessly as he paced around in a small circle. “That’s my--that was my--that’s my bed!” He said, angrily pointing at the mattress. “How could you--I mean…ALEX IS THE GUY?!”
Callie sighed and rubbed at her temple with her fingers. “This is not happening.” She mumbled to herself as George continued on with his incoherent rant.
“--in my--this is MY house! Get out!” George shouted.
Alex fixed his sight on him and pointed an angry finger at him. “You are being a dick about this O’Malley and you don’t have to be. But we’re going to go. Come on, Cal.” He extended his hand to hers but he frowned when she didn’t take it and instead stared with her forehead furrowed sympathetically at George. “Callie.” he called her name again and this time she heard him but she didn’t take his hand as they walked out past George.
“Callie…” George grabbed her hand before she reached the door. “You can’t possibly want this with HIM.”
She tried not to soften her stare as she grabbed her purse from the floor. “YOU did this George, not me.” her hand slipped from his grasp slowly and he watched her walk toward Alex, who was waiting for her down the hall.
He turned round and stared at the bed where he found them just a few minutes ago. The image of Alex kissing her bare skin making him nauseous. He turned sharply and slammed his door behind him.
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Alex and Callie walked beside each other in silence. A couple of times, Alex had reached for her hand but she had pulled away, pretending she was pushing away a stray strand of hair or pulling on her shirt nervously. He knew she was upset. Over it or not, George had walked in on them doing something that had been incredibly private and she was not ready to let anyone know, let alone George. He knew she was in it and he knew she cared but, still, he couldn’t help but wonder if she was feeling guilty--or if she was having doubts.
They approached the hospital main doors, they were back early from their lunch break but neither mentioned it.
“Can I call you later tonight?” he asked quietly.
“Uh--” She stumbled from her thoughts. “--yeah. Yeah. Call me.”
“Okay.”
“Okay.” She didn’t look at him as they parted in separate ways once inside.
XXX
“Anybody seen George?” Izzie asked Meredith and Alex as she came to stand next to them at the coffee cart. “Alex, did you see him at the house?”
He shook his head but didn’t meet her eyes.
Meredith eyed him worriedly. “You okay?”
“Yeah.” He answered, munching on a cookie.
“Did you see that kick ass surgery your boyfriend is performing?” Cristina interrupted as she snuggled in between Alex and Meredith. “Get me in.” She said to Meredith then noticed Alex’s gloominess. “What’s wrong with you?”
He shrugged.
“You think you’d be a little glad with all the dry humping you and Torres were doing this morning in the parking lot. Does Bambi know?” She didn’t wait for an answer and ignored Alex’s glare, Izzie choking on her coffee, Meredith’s stunned drop of jaw and the coffee guy staring, holding back his laughter from all the different reactions. “So, you think you can get me in?” She waved a hand in front of Meredith’s face. “Hello. Can we focus please?”
“You and CALLIE?” Izzie asked, with a slight hint of disgust in the way she said Callie’s name.
“Yeah. What she said, but not in a way that makes me want to throw up.” Meredith added, shaking her head at Izzie. “Alex--what--what about George? Does he know? Is he okay with it?”
“Look, I’m going to say this once. He cheated on HER, with YOU--” He said, looking over at Izzie before turning back to Meredith. “--any bad-mouthing and I will hurt you. Not physically because I don’t hit girls, but I know all your dirty laundry. I WILL use it against you. I like her. She’s funny, hot and doesn’t take shit from anyone, again, I’m looking at you--” He pointed at Izzie and she lowered her gaze, ashamed. “--so, whether Bambi likes it or not, approves or not, throws a hissy fit or not, I don’t care. As long as SHE is okay with us, I’m okay with us, regardless of anyone else. Got it? And YOU--” He looked at Cristina. “Mind your own business. Butting into other people’s problems is Izzie’s thing.”
“Hey!” The blonde called out, insulted as he walked off. “What the hell was that?” She asked the other women.
“I don’t know.” Meredith said, honestly.
“He’s getting laid. So what? Mere, get me in to your man’s surgery.”
“Something’s wrong with him.” Meredith continued.
“I am not nosy.” Izzie interrupted.
“Yes, you are.” Both Meredith and Cristina answered as they walked off, leaving her to her coffee.
She felt the coffee guy staring at her. “What?! I’m not! Whatever.”
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Callie never did get a call from Alex. She laid in bed late at night, hugging her pillow, listening to the rain hi her window like the drumming of fingers on a table top. She looked over at the clock and sighed. 12:05.
Her phone vibrated and lit up, a sign that she had a text message.
She reluctantly reached for her phone and flipped it open. She smiled. It was from Alex. It simply read: HEY B-DAY GIRL. YOU’RE A YEAR OLDER AND A DAY WISER. OPEN THE DOOR.
She climbed off her bed and shuffled her hair with her hand as she made her way out her room in nothing but a tee-shirt and her Care Bears underwear. She opened the door and smiled at the goofy grin behind the huge bouquet of flowers. “Happy birthday.” Alex said, offering her the flowers.
She took them with a smile and sighed, looking at him intently. “Come here.” She pulled at his shirt until his lips were on hers. She hugged him tightly and he held onto her as long as she needed without a word.
She pulled away and looked at him.
“You okay?” He asked.
She nodded.
“Do you want to go back to sleep?”
“I wasn’t sleeping.”
“Great.” He bent his knees, wrapped his arms around her legs and lifted her, bending her over his shoulder and she laughed. “Come on, birthday girl. We’re going to celebrate.”
“Wait!” She cried as the passed the kitchen. “What about the flowers?”
He backtracked, grabbed the flowers from her hand and dropped them on the counter. “The flowers can wait.” He patted her behind playfully and it made her laugh again.
He carried her straight through the hallway and into her bedroom, where he carelessly dropped her on the bed.
She stared up at him, her hair in her face, along with a mischievous grin.
“What are you smiling at?” He asked as he kicked off his shoes and dropped his jacket on the floor.
“Shut up and come over here.”
He wasn’t one to deny her anything. He hopped on the bed and crawled his way up her body, leaving kisses on her leg, her knees, before parting them and positioning himself comfortably there. He smiled down on her. “You sure you’re okay?”
She only lifted her head and pulled his down to meet her halfway for a kiss. She grabbed his hand and lead it under the elastic of her panties and straight to where she wanted him. She moaned as he pushed his hand away and began to rub at her tender clit.
He watched her arch her neck, her lips parted as her breathing became audible. “Look at me.” He said softly.
She opened her eyes and met them with his and she was overcome with every single emotion she had ever felt. Every inch of her body was aching for him and she felt it in a chill along her spine. She reached up to him, urging his head lower. “I want you inside me.” She hissed as he pulled his body away from her.
She rapidly sat up and helped him unbuckle his belt. She pushed his pants down, just low enough to expose what she needed. She slipped her hands around the back of his boxers and cupped his ass, squeezing as she kissed him again.
He grabbed her wrists and pushed her back on the bed. “On your knees.” He nodded at her.
She obliged and did as told, getting on her hands and knees on the mattress. She looked over her shoulder and watched eagerly as he advanced toward her. She could feel him behind her, his hands on her hips, then up her back under her shirt and around to cup her breasts. She let out a breathy moan. His hands left her and she gasped as he roughly pulled her panties off. She closed her eyes and bit her lip. She groaned in surprise as he licked her lower back then bit down on the side of her hip, hard. She knew he was leaving a mark but she didn’t care. Without a warning, he thrust into her and they both groaned loudly.
He leaned over her shoulder, his breath on her skin. “Okay--” He breathed out. “--that was one. How old are you again?”
She smiled and licked her lips. “Ninety-three.”
He laughed and grabbed a handful of her hair, forcing her to turn her head slightly so that he could kiss her. He kissed her shoulder before straightening back up and grabbing firm hold of her hips as he pulled out of her the drove back in.
He forced himself to stop after every long thrust. He began a steady rhythm, encouraged by the sounds coming from Callie. Her back was arched as he pounced in and out of her, grunting and moaning his name. He needed to see her face.
She felt him pull out of her and she looked behind her and up at him, breathless. “What are you doing?”
“Turn over.”
She hesitated. She saw something in his eyes that overwhelmed her. After a moment, she nodded and turned over on her back. She watched attentively as he removed his shirt and kicked off his jeans and underwear completely. He was gorgeous. She extended her arms, reaching for him and when he returned to her, he held her gaze for along time before kissing her tenderly. He soon made his way lower, pushing her shirt up over her ribs with his hands. She sat up and helped him take the garment off. He gently pushed her on her back and she sighed as he lifted one of her legs over his hip and slipped inside her in one swift motion.
She clenched her muscles around him and smiled at hearing him groan. He reached between them and found her clit again, rubbing in time with his now quickening thrusts. Her breath came in short gasps.
She lifted her other leg and wrapped both of them around his waist and grabbed on tightly to his shoulders as he buried his face in the crook of her neck.
“You’re so beautiful.” He whispered in her ear.
She moaned loudly as he pushed her over the edge and an unexpected tear escaped her, falling over her cheek and disappearing into her hair. She blinked once in surprise of her reaction but quickly embraced it as another wave over took her and she searched for his lips again.
He collapsed un top of her, and they remained in that way for a while. Breathless and limp. She welcomed the weight of his body on hers. It was reassuring. And it was different.
He lifted himself off of her and kissed her cheek before laying flat on his back next to her. She sat up and grabbed the comforter, covering both their bodies.
He shifted so that his head was resting on her stomach as she played with his short hair.
“What happened today--” He began. “--were you having second thoughts about us?”
She stopped and looked down at the top of his head. “No.”
He took a deep breath and his voice startled her after a long pause. “You don’t have to lie to me. You can tell me whatever you’re thinking. I’m not going anywhere unless you want me to.”
“I don’t want you to go anywhere.”
“Okay.”
“Okay.”
He turned his head to face her and he smiled in response to her smile. “Happy birthday.”
She chuckled. “Thank you. How did you know it was my birthday? I never told you.”
“I told you. I’m awesome.”
“Yes. I hear that a lot from you.” She laughed.
He lifted the blankets slightly and crawled back on top of her. He kissed her forehead. Her nose. He kissed her lips gently until her phone rang. He groaned and glared at her. “You’re not going to get that.”
“I have to.”
“But it’s your birthday.”
“Okay. You get it and tell whoever it is then.”
He smiled and grabbed the phone from the nightstand and kissed her once again before flipping it open. “Hello. No. She’s--indisposed and it’s the middle of the night. Most people sleep and--what? Oh…” His eyes widened and he handed her the phone slowly.
“What?” She asked. “Who is it?”
“It’s your dad.”
“Shit.”
XXX
Title: Deep Inside of You
Pairing: Callex
Rating: R/NC 17 MAYBE
Summary: George let her go and Alex picked her right up.
So, okay, this was supposed to be alot longer but you guys won't stop BITCHING! LOL jk, i love it. Anyway, i wasn't going to post yet but here ya go. Again, no time to proof read so ignore the mistakes please :) Please review and read lyrics!
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And I’ve never felt alone until I met you
I’m alright on my own…and then I met you
And I’d know what to do if I just knew what’s doming
Friends say I’ve changed
I don’t listen
Cause I live to be deep inside of you
Slide of her dress, shouts in darkness
I’m so alive
I’m deep inside of you
Callie was disturbed from a deep sleep. There was a knock on the door. Her eyes would not open completely as she grumpily dragged her ass out of bed and adjusted her black tank top into place as she shuffled her feet out her bedroom and through the dark apartment. She guided herself with her hand along the walls so that she wouldn’t have to open her eyes.
She reached the door and after some difficulty, she managed to unlock and open it.
Alex stood, leaning against the doorframe, yawning as she did her best to look at him, after rubbing her eyes sleepily.
He leaned forwards, kissed the top of her head and stepped inside. “I’m so tired.”
She nodded and walked ahead of him, and he followed, stripping off his jacket and throwing it on the sofa on their way to her room, where she climbed back into bed and laid on her side, hugging her pillow as he toed off his shows and removed his pants and shirt before crawling into bed beside her. He scooted close and draped an arm loosely on her waist as he tangled a leg with Callie’s.
He kissed her hair and they both drifted off to sleep.
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Callie strolled up to Seattle Grace hospital. And it hit her that her birthday would be tomorrow. A month and a half ago she and George had made plans to go down to California to visit some friends of hers. She pushed the bitter thought away and took a deep breath. She gasped as she was pulled by the waist around a corner and against the wall. It took her less than a second to recognize who it was.
“Good morning.” Alex greeted with a grin then leaned forward to plant a kiss on her lips.
“Hi.” She laughed as she placed an easy hand on his chest. “Why didn’t you wake me before you left?”
“I tried! You wouldn’t budge.”
“Oh. Right. Why are you out here?”
“Forgot my phone.” He said, patting his coat pocket. “Hey, you want to have dinner at my place tonight?”
“Your place?”
“Yes. I’m going back to my apartment. O’Malley’s moving back in.”
“Mm.” She nodded. “You’re all packed up and everything?”
“Yes. I’ve got a couple of boxes left but I’m practically moved out.” He kissed her.
“Good. Stop kissing me here.”
“Okay. Where should I kiss you then?”
“Don’t be cheeky.”
“Okay. Come over to Meredith’s house during lunch.”
“Yeah right.”
“No one will be there. Come on. You can help me pack and we’ll be cheeky together--and in private.”
She rolled her eyes and sighed. “Fine.”
“Okay. You may go now.”
She kissed his neck and hurried off.
XXX
“Hello…” Callie called as she stood just under the doorframe of what used to be George’s room. She eyed the empty room with a sense of nostalgia which she hid with a smile as Alex turned to look at her from where he stood over the bed, closing a box.
“Hey there. I’m done.” He sat the box down on the floor.
“Great. You want to get going?”
He shook his head playfully. “Not really.”
She decided to push George completely out of her head for the remaining of the day. It was enough. She stepped inside and closed the door before leaning against it, propping her foot on it and crossing her arms across her chest.
He stood back and drank in the sight of her. From the fitted jeans she wore so well, that hugged her hips in every which horribly good way, up to that black low cut blouse, equally fitted to her body. And that leather jacket that she liked so much. He moved toward her and crushed her against the door. He kissed lips gently, then moved lower, kissing her neck, making sure he got every inch of skin before she licked her lips and tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling him up and kissing him roughly.
He met her eager lips and tongue and snaked his hands under her shirt, feeling her bare stomach and pushing her impossibly tighter against the door. She moaned into his mouth as he grinded his pelvis against hers, forcefully lifting one of her legs and hooking it around his waist. He tugged at the collar of her leather jacket and violently pushed it over her shoulders, leaning forwards to bite at her jaw line, not hard enough to leave a mark but vigorously enough to feel.
Soon after her jacket was tossed on the floor, she pulled at his tee-shirt, and quickly removed it. His skin was warm under her fingers and she took a second to kiss his shoulder tenderly.
She reached for his belt but her wrists were pulled away from the belt buckle before she could undo it and soon found her arms pinned above her head , making the blinds hanging over the tiny window rattle. She smiled pleasingly as Alex used his free hand to lift her blouse over her body, his mouth making love to her chest and neck as his hand traveled around her back and easily unhooked her bra then taking no time in finding her breast and placing her already hardened nipple between his index finger and thumb and pinching it softly. She moaned again and tossed her head back, her hair sprawling against the blinds, her hands twisting helplessly in his grasp. He moved upward slowly until his lips where just hovering over her ear and he hissed as she shifted her waist and the friction made holding out even more difficult. “What do you want?” He licked the ridge of her ear and she shivered.
“I want you to let me go so we can do this properly.”
He chuckled and let her hands drop to her sides where she quickly hooked her fingers to his belt loops and pulled him even closer as their lips met again.
She undid his belt and pushed his jeans down until they fell on their own in a puddle under his feet. He Grabbed at the stretchy fabric of her shirt and pulled it over her head, tossing it aside, followed by her already unhooked bra.
Before he could lower his mouth back onto her skin, she grabbed his face in both hands and smiled. “Sometimes foreplay is overrated. This is one of those times.”
He grinned sideways and kicked off his shoes and pants. He then reached for Callie’s legs and lifted her so that her legs were wrapped around his waist and quickly moved towards the bed and dropped her on the bare mattress. He pulled roughly at the button of her jeans then sat up reached for one of her legs. He bent it slightly and got rid of her shoe, then reached for the other leg and tossed the other shoe.
She lifted her hips off the mattress, long enough for him to pull her jeans off of her. He quickly moved back up to her, laying his lower body between her legs and thrusting forward slightly. She groaned quietly and bent one of her legs so that she could get a better feel. He kissed her feverishly and she moaned as he grinded harder against her and she couldn’t think straight anymore.
She met his eyes, her breathing ragged as she traced the shape of his bottom lip with her finger. She arched her neck as he pushed himself against her again. She could almost feel him through both their underwear. She felt his back muscles rippling against her hands as he held his upper body just above her. She wanted him inside her and before she could utter a thought, his hand reached for her black, lace boy shorts and pulled at the side of them. He kissed his way lower as he revealed the small tattoo of a tiny, black independence cross that rested just on the curve of her hip. She could feel his breath on her skin as he leaned down the rest of the way and kissed her there.
“Hey, Alex, you think you’re going to be out s--Oh my God.”
Callie scrambled for something to cover herself up as Alex tried his best to cover her up as well. George stood, speechless at the door, his hand tightly on the knob. Callie glared back with one hand over her breasts. “Turn around!”
He couldn‘t. For a second, she was his wife again and she was in bed with another man and--he had a headache. He was still staring.
“George, you can’t--look at me. Turn around.” She repeated. It wasn’t in the same anxious way as before but it was just as forceful.
He hesitated then turned his head to the side.
Once Callie was semi-dressed, back in her jeans and shirt, Alex glared at him. “It’s called knocking, dude!”
“What the--what the fuck is this! You and--Callie, what the FUCK is this!” he looked at Alex “She’s my wife!”
Alex shook his head as he slipped on his jeans and Callie ran her fingers nervously through her hair. “EX-wife.” He stepped in front of Callie as George’s angry glare was directed at her. “Don’t even think about it. Get out, man.”
George chuckled and muttered mindlessly as he paced around in a small circle. “That’s my--that was my--that’s my bed!” He said, angrily pointing at the mattress. “How could you--I mean…ALEX IS THE GUY?!”
Callie sighed and rubbed at her temple with her fingers. “This is not happening.” She mumbled to herself as George continued on with his incoherent rant.
“--in my--this is MY house! Get out!” George shouted.
Alex fixed his sight on him and pointed an angry finger at him. “You are being a dick about this O’Malley and you don’t have to be. But we’re going to go. Come on, Cal.” He extended his hand to hers but he frowned when she didn’t take it and instead stared with her forehead furrowed sympathetically at George. “Callie.” he called her name again and this time she heard him but she didn’t take his hand as they walked out past George.
“Callie…” George grabbed her hand before she reached the door. “You can’t possibly want this with HIM.”
She tried not to soften her stare as she grabbed her purse from the floor. “YOU did this George, not me.” her hand slipped from his grasp slowly and he watched her walk toward Alex, who was waiting for her down the hall.
He turned round and stared at the bed where he found them just a few minutes ago. The image of Alex kissing her bare skin making him nauseous. He turned sharply and slammed his door behind him.
XXX
Alex and Callie walked beside each other in silence. A couple of times, Alex had reached for her hand but she had pulled away, pretending she was pushing away a stray strand of hair or pulling on her shirt nervously. He knew she was upset. Over it or not, George had walked in on them doing something that had been incredibly private and she was not ready to let anyone know, let alone George. He knew she was in it and he knew she cared but, still, he couldn’t help but wonder if she was feeling guilty--or if she was having doubts.
They approached the hospital main doors, they were back early from their lunch break but neither mentioned it.
“Can I call you later tonight?” he asked quietly.
“Uh--” She stumbled from her thoughts. “--yeah. Yeah. Call me.”
“Okay.”
“Okay.” She didn’t look at him as they parted in separate ways once inside.
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“Anybody seen George?” Izzie asked Meredith and Alex as she came to stand next to them at the coffee cart. “Alex, did you see him at the house?”
He shook his head but didn’t meet her eyes.
Meredith eyed him worriedly. “You okay?”
“Yeah.” He answered, munching on a cookie.
“Did you see that kick ass surgery your boyfriend is performing?” Cristina interrupted as she snuggled in between Alex and Meredith. “Get me in.” She said to Meredith then noticed Alex’s gloominess. “What’s wrong with you?”
He shrugged.
“You think you’d be a little glad with all the dry humping you and Torres were doing this morning in the parking lot. Does Bambi know?” She didn’t wait for an answer and ignored Alex’s glare, Izzie choking on her coffee, Meredith’s stunned drop of jaw and the coffee guy staring, holding back his laughter from all the different reactions. “So, you think you can get me in?” She waved a hand in front of Meredith’s face. “Hello. Can we focus please?”
“You and CALLIE?” Izzie asked, with a slight hint of disgust in the way she said Callie’s name.
“Yeah. What she said, but not in a way that makes me want to throw up.” Meredith added, shaking her head at Izzie. “Alex--what--what about George? Does he know? Is he okay with it?”
“Look, I’m going to say this once. He cheated on HER, with YOU--” He said, looking over at Izzie before turning back to Meredith. “--any bad-mouthing and I will hurt you. Not physically because I don’t hit girls, but I know all your dirty laundry. I WILL use it against you. I like her. She’s funny, hot and doesn’t take shit from anyone, again, I’m looking at you--” He pointed at Izzie and she lowered her gaze, ashamed. “--so, whether Bambi likes it or not, approves or not, throws a hissy fit or not, I don’t care. As long as SHE is okay with us, I’m okay with us, regardless of anyone else. Got it? And YOU--” He looked at Cristina. “Mind your own business. Butting into other people’s problems is Izzie’s thing.”
“Hey!” The blonde called out, insulted as he walked off. “What the hell was that?” She asked the other women.
“I don’t know.” Meredith said, honestly.
“He’s getting laid. So what? Mere, get me in to your man’s surgery.”
“Something’s wrong with him.” Meredith continued.
“I am not nosy.” Izzie interrupted.
“Yes, you are.” Both Meredith and Cristina answered as they walked off, leaving her to her coffee.
She felt the coffee guy staring at her. “What?! I’m not! Whatever.”
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Callie never did get a call from Alex. She laid in bed late at night, hugging her pillow, listening to the rain hi her window like the drumming of fingers on a table top. She looked over at the clock and sighed. 12:05.
Her phone vibrated and lit up, a sign that she had a text message.
She reluctantly reached for her phone and flipped it open. She smiled. It was from Alex. It simply read: HEY B-DAY GIRL. YOU’RE A YEAR OLDER AND A DAY WISER. OPEN THE DOOR.
She climbed off her bed and shuffled her hair with her hand as she made her way out her room in nothing but a tee-shirt and her Care Bears underwear. She opened the door and smiled at the goofy grin behind the huge bouquet of flowers. “Happy birthday.” Alex said, offering her the flowers.
She took them with a smile and sighed, looking at him intently. “Come here.” She pulled at his shirt until his lips were on hers. She hugged him tightly and he held onto her as long as she needed without a word.
She pulled away and looked at him.
“You okay?” He asked.
She nodded.
“Do you want to go back to sleep?”
“I wasn’t sleeping.”
“Great.” He bent his knees, wrapped his arms around her legs and lifted her, bending her over his shoulder and she laughed. “Come on, birthday girl. We’re going to celebrate.”
“Wait!” She cried as the passed the kitchen. “What about the flowers?”
He backtracked, grabbed the flowers from her hand and dropped them on the counter. “The flowers can wait.” He patted her behind playfully and it made her laugh again.
He carried her straight through the hallway and into her bedroom, where he carelessly dropped her on the bed.
She stared up at him, her hair in her face, along with a mischievous grin.
“What are you smiling at?” He asked as he kicked off his shoes and dropped his jacket on the floor.
“Shut up and come over here.”
He wasn’t one to deny her anything. He hopped on the bed and crawled his way up her body, leaving kisses on her leg, her knees, before parting them and positioning himself comfortably there. He smiled down on her. “You sure you’re okay?”
She only lifted her head and pulled his down to meet her halfway for a kiss. She grabbed his hand and lead it under the elastic of her panties and straight to where she wanted him. She moaned as he pushed his hand away and began to rub at her tender clit.
He watched her arch her neck, her lips parted as her breathing became audible. “Look at me.” He said softly.
She opened her eyes and met them with his and she was overcome with every single emotion she had ever felt. Every inch of her body was aching for him and she felt it in a chill along her spine. She reached up to him, urging his head lower. “I want you inside me.” She hissed as he pulled his body away from her.
She rapidly sat up and helped him unbuckle his belt. She pushed his pants down, just low enough to expose what she needed. She slipped her hands around the back of his boxers and cupped his ass, squeezing as she kissed him again.
He grabbed her wrists and pushed her back on the bed. “On your knees.” He nodded at her.
She obliged and did as told, getting on her hands and knees on the mattress. She looked over her shoulder and watched eagerly as he advanced toward her. She could feel him behind her, his hands on her hips, then up her back under her shirt and around to cup her breasts. She let out a breathy moan. His hands left her and she gasped as he roughly pulled her panties off. She closed her eyes and bit her lip. She groaned in surprise as he licked her lower back then bit down on the side of her hip, hard. She knew he was leaving a mark but she didn’t care. Without a warning, he thrust into her and they both groaned loudly.
He leaned over her shoulder, his breath on her skin. “Okay--” He breathed out. “--that was one. How old are you again?”
She smiled and licked her lips. “Ninety-three.”
He laughed and grabbed a handful of her hair, forcing her to turn her head slightly so that he could kiss her. He kissed her shoulder before straightening back up and grabbing firm hold of her hips as he pulled out of her the drove back in.
He forced himself to stop after every long thrust. He began a steady rhythm, encouraged by the sounds coming from Callie. Her back was arched as he pounced in and out of her, grunting and moaning his name. He needed to see her face.
She felt him pull out of her and she looked behind her and up at him, breathless. “What are you doing?”
“Turn over.”
She hesitated. She saw something in his eyes that overwhelmed her. After a moment, she nodded and turned over on her back. She watched attentively as he removed his shirt and kicked off his jeans and underwear completely. He was gorgeous. She extended her arms, reaching for him and when he returned to her, he held her gaze for along time before kissing her tenderly. He soon made his way lower, pushing her shirt up over her ribs with his hands. She sat up and helped him take the garment off. He gently pushed her on her back and she sighed as he lifted one of her legs over his hip and slipped inside her in one swift motion.
She clenched her muscles around him and smiled at hearing him groan. He reached between them and found her clit again, rubbing in time with his now quickening thrusts. Her breath came in short gasps.
She lifted her other leg and wrapped both of them around his waist and grabbed on tightly to his shoulders as he buried his face in the crook of her neck.
“You’re so beautiful.” He whispered in her ear.
She moaned loudly as he pushed her over the edge and an unexpected tear escaped her, falling over her cheek and disappearing into her hair. She blinked once in surprise of her reaction but quickly embraced it as another wave over took her and she searched for his lips again.
He collapsed un top of her, and they remained in that way for a while. Breathless and limp. She welcomed the weight of his body on hers. It was reassuring. And it was different.
He lifted himself off of her and kissed her cheek before laying flat on his back next to her. She sat up and grabbed the comforter, covering both their bodies.
He shifted so that his head was resting on her stomach as she played with his short hair.
“What happened today--” He began. “--were you having second thoughts about us?”
She stopped and looked down at the top of his head. “No.”
He took a deep breath and his voice startled her after a long pause. “You don’t have to lie to me. You can tell me whatever you’re thinking. I’m not going anywhere unless you want me to.”
“I don’t want you to go anywhere.”
“Okay.”
“Okay.”
He turned his head to face her and he smiled in response to her smile. “Happy birthday.”
She chuckled. “Thank you. How did you know it was my birthday? I never told you.”
“I told you. I’m awesome.”
“Yes. I hear that a lot from you.” She laughed.
He lifted the blankets slightly and crawled back on top of her. He kissed her forehead. Her nose. He kissed her lips gently until her phone rang. He groaned and glared at her. “You’re not going to get that.”
“I have to.”
“But it’s your birthday.”
“Okay. You get it and tell whoever it is then.”
He smiled and grabbed the phone from the nightstand and kissed her once again before flipping it open. “Hello. No. She’s--indisposed and it’s the middle of the night. Most people sleep and--what? Oh…” His eyes widened and he handed her the phone slowly.
“What?” She asked. “Who is it?”
“It’s your dad.”
“Shit.”
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