That old Feeling 1/1
That Old Feeling 1/1
Title: That Old Feeling
Rating: NC 17
Pairing: Callie/Mark, mentions of Callie/Arizona, Mark/Lexie
Disclaimer: All characters, events, settings and situations mentioned in this work are sole property of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for profit, in constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context and are not intended to be defamatory or factual in anyway.
Summary: I saw you last night and got that old feeling. A slightly dirtier take to the lyrics of the song.
Author’s Notes: To my jellybean, because she’s sad, and I don’t like when she’s sad. It’s hella short and hella crappy. But it helps with the writer’s block, which is killing me lately. Voila.
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When came in sight, I got that old feeling
The moment that you danced by, I felt a thrill
And when you caught my eye, my heart stood still
Once again I seem to feel that old yearning…
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“Jesus Christ, I hate this city--” Mark rumbled angrily as he stumbled through his front door, soaked in Seattle rain, an equally wet Callie right behind him, “--I hate it!” He repeated, the water dripping off both their leather jackets as they toed off their shoes at the door.
“Stop complaining.” She replied, shivering as he helped her out of her jacket, heavy with rain, the leather pealed off her skin and both their jackets fell loudly in a pile on the floor. “Thank you for letting me stay here while Cristina gets home. She should be home from Owen’s soon.”
Mark watched as he wrung one of his shirt, water trickling onto the hardwood floor as he stared at the back of her head while she did her best to dry off her clothes. His heart ached for his friend because he knew hers was breaking, “No problem.” He nodded his head and reached out to touch her shoulder briefly, when she turned to meet his eyes, he saw it. The pain her eyes. The break up with Arizona had been the most painful to watch. He’d been there through a number of them with Callie. He’d seen her fall apart--he’d held her while she fell apart, but this time there were no tears. He had been watching and waiting, ready to catch her. But it never came.
She had yet to even ask him to drink her sorrows with her.
“Go get some dry clothes from my room, you’ll get sick.”
She smirked and attempted a spring in her step as she moved towards his room. He found himself staring again, and hating Arizona Robbins again, for hurting her this bad.
“So, why is it that you don’t have a key to your own apartment?” He called after her.
Callie paused as she pulled a drawer open, making sure her voice would be steady before replying, “I left it at Arizona’s place last week and I just never got it back!” She called back, pulling the grey NYU shirt at the top of the stacked tee shirts.
Outside, he winced and kicked himself for bringing her up. He knew the answer to that. Why the hell did he ask? “Oh…” He replied, guiltily turning towards the bathroom and padding across hardwood and onto cold tile. He shed his tee shirt off and dropped in on the floor near the shower stall.
She pulled her panties off from under the dry tee shirt, and quickly pulled a pair of his boxers on. She smiled to herself. It felt like forever since the last time she’d worn his clothes. She took a whiff. It smelled just as she remembered. So different from Arizona‘s clothes. A knot formed in her throat and she pushed it away, the way she’d been doing the past few days and cleared her throat.
She grabbed her wet clothes off the floor and headed out.
“Where are ya!” She called as she crossed the living room.
“In here!” She heard him answer and she followed his voice towards the bathroom.
“I think I’m going to keep this shirt--oh whoa!” She turned quickly at seeing Mark, in all his naked glory, testing the water in the shower, “Uh--why didn’t you say you were naked?” She demanded.
He stopped, frowned, perplexed, “Why--are you mother Teresa now?”
“I told Lexie I wouldn’t look at you naked anymore. I’m braking a rule. And technically I’m half naked, so that’s another rule…”
“Lexie’s giving you rules?” He asked, finding the information slightly distasteful.
“Not really. I offered--can you just, turn around or something while I put my clothes over there?” She pointed behind her, refusing to turn around.
“Okay, I’m turned around.”
“Okay.” She turned and quickly smacked him as she found he was lying. He laughed and she scolded as she passed by him, “You’ve got a girlfriend now. You have to follow rules.”
“Speaking of girlfriends--” He started as she dropped her clothes on the pile he’d started, “--you ready to talk about what happened with yours?”
Her gaze dropped to the floor and she shook her head as she tried to move past him, “No.”
“Hey--” he stepped in front of her and tilted her chin up, catching the quiet plea in her eyes, “--you know you can talk to me, right? Best friend trumps girlfriend.”
“Okay, I’ll let Shepherd know you said that.” She joked.
“You’re my best friend, Callie.” He reached up to touch her cheek and smiled, “Shepherd isn’t half as hot as you.”
“I’d bet he’s a close second.”
“I would never have sex Shepherd, that’s a must if you’re going to be my best friend.”
“Well, don’t tell Lexie that, or she’ll…you know, hold her breath for a really long time.” She patted his bare chest before turning towards the mirror, “Oh--god my hair looks like crap.”
“You look good wet.” He replied, watching her reflection.
She snorted a laugh, “You’re still naked,”
“Yeah…”
She laughed again, “Who would have thought huh? I picked up a man I didn’t even know at a bar one night and the dirty whore is the person I feel most comfortable with now.”
“Really?” He smirked at her in the mirror. She laughed and this made him happy. Genuinely happy. “You comfortable in my shirt?”
“You know I love this shirt. I’m taking it. It’s soft. Smells like you.” Their eyes caught in the mirror and smiles slowly faded into something else, “I mean--”
His hand found her dark, wet locks, grabbing fistful as he turned her to face him and he swallowed the gasp she released with a kiss.
The feel of her lips, the taste of her tongue against his, her breath against his cheek as she exhaled, the slight pull of her kiss before he pulled her in again. It wasn’t familiar. It wasn’t comfortable. It wasn’t JUST that. It was exhilarating and her chest almost burned with the weight of it. He felt as if he’d been deprived of something--chocolate--for years, and this was his first taste since. She felt like an recovering alcoholic fallen off the wagon.
“No--” She shoved hard at his chest, shaking her head once, and taking a deep breath as she averted her eyes to the floor, “--god…no. Get--Mark, get in the shower. You’re wasting water.”
She breezed past him, and he was left, dumbfounded--and horny--naked in the bathroom. “You’re wasting WATER?” He hissed, incredulous, under his breath, before groaning in frustration and stepping into the shower and shutting the hot water off almost completely.
Callie stood in the kitchen, her mouth agape, her heart beating quickly in her chest, her mind boggled, her loins--on fire. “What the hell was that?” She asked herself, then looked around the apartment as if someone would have heard her, “Empty. It’s an empty apartment.” She mumbled. “I’m crazy now.”
He stood under the shower, almost lifeless for a few minutes, groaning once in a while in frustration. A breeze glazed over his back and he turned quickly, in time to see Callie, standing with a hand on the open glass shower door and the other limply at her side, her features all confusion and indecision as she tried o decide what the hell she was doing standing there.
It was only a couple of seconds, but it felt like an eternity. Their eyes locked, wordless as the water provided the soundtrack to their entire history so far. It was soft against his skin, but the steam clouded both their lines of vision, but it surrounded them, embraced and suffocated them all at once. He made a move to either or speak or bring her against him, but she quickly beat him to it as she stepped inside and into his arms.
She tasted she drank the water from his lips as she kissed him, her hair and the tee shirt she wore quickly drenched. Her lips parted and she sighed against his mouth as his tongue slipped inside and reclaimed every inch of her mouth.
Both hands cradling her face, he pushed, wet locks of hair out of the way as her lips became his. He reached bellow and pulled at the hem of his shirt, which now clung to Callie’s torso like a second skin as he peeled it off and the garment fell heavily onto the floor. His boxers followed and he wasted no time in pulling her against him, his hand on the back of her head.
She hissed as he tugged at her bottom lip with his teeth, while he turned her over and she felt her bare back against the cold tile wall.
His lips fell to her neck and he bit and tugged at her skin with his teeth, knowing fully well she’d be branded. She writhed and groaned beneath him.
“I hope you know that if we go through with this, we’re going to have to talk about it later.”
He pulled away then, their eyes meeting, her lips parted as she panted as she searched his eyes for validation. He licked his lips as the rational voice in his head was violently silence by the one screaming ’it’s worth it!’ and leaned forward, crushing his lips to hers again before he lifted one of her legs off the floor to hook it over his hip as he slipped firmly inside her.
She moaned against his cheek, her hand in his hair. She gasped as he lifted her other foot off the ground and she wrapped both legs around his waist. She hut her eyes and felt him fill her. She hadn’t realized how much she’d missed him until that moment and she held on tightly, his breath against her shoulder.
She felt the feel of release approaching and she moaned loudly, not knowing whether to scream or cry as delicious waves of her orgasm rocked her body against him in shorter thrusts.
He grunted as she spurred him on until he came tumbling down in the most exquisite orgasm he’d had in a long time and he held her close long after her feet were firmly on the floor. He kissed her shoulder, her neck, her cheeks and her lips, his arms wrapped tightly around her waist.
“The water’s cold.” She said softly before pressing her lips lightly to his shoulder.
His hands roamed over her hips, up her waist before pulling away and holding her face in his hands. He leaned in and kissed her.
She breathed out and he breathed her in. Eyes closed as he pressed his forehead to his.
“I’m done with Lexie. I’ll talk to her today.” He said in a breath.
“No, you’re not.” She shook her head, then added at the confused look on his face, “I mean, you can if you want. But--I need some time. I need…I just need time to figure all this out.”
“Okay.” He nodded, then kissed her cheek before moving to step out of the shower, “Take the shower. I’ll be out there.” He winked as she smiled and felt surprisingly comfortable as he stepped out into the living room and saw Callie’s shows and clothes in a small pile--and both their jackets in mess near the door. It was what he wanted.
It was what was missing and he couldn’t place when he first moved in. It wasn’t the hat rack Lexie gave him as a gift. It wasn’t the expensive art work he had flown in from his New York apartment. It wasn’t the dining room set--it was Callie. Every time she walked in there, it was like everything finally fit. All the frames were aligned…his apartment was perfect. All he had to do was figure out now how to keep it that way.
FIN
Title: That Old Feeling
Rating: NC 17
Pairing: Callie/Mark, mentions of Callie/Arizona, Mark/Lexie
Disclaimer: All characters, events, settings and situations mentioned in this work are sole property of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for profit, in constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context and are not intended to be defamatory or factual in anyway.
Summary: I saw you last night and got that old feeling. A slightly dirtier take to the lyrics of the song.
Author’s Notes: To my jellybean, because she’s sad, and I don’t like when she’s sad. It’s hella short and hella crappy. But it helps with the writer’s block, which is killing me lately. Voila.
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When came in sight, I got that old feeling
The moment that you danced by, I felt a thrill
And when you caught my eye, my heart stood still
Once again I seem to feel that old yearning…
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“Jesus Christ, I hate this city--” Mark rumbled angrily as he stumbled through his front door, soaked in Seattle rain, an equally wet Callie right behind him, “--I hate it!” He repeated, the water dripping off both their leather jackets as they toed off their shoes at the door.
“Stop complaining.” She replied, shivering as he helped her out of her jacket, heavy with rain, the leather pealed off her skin and both their jackets fell loudly in a pile on the floor. “Thank you for letting me stay here while Cristina gets home. She should be home from Owen’s soon.”
Mark watched as he wrung one of his shirt, water trickling onto the hardwood floor as he stared at the back of her head while she did her best to dry off her clothes. His heart ached for his friend because he knew hers was breaking, “No problem.” He nodded his head and reached out to touch her shoulder briefly, when she turned to meet his eyes, he saw it. The pain her eyes. The break up with Arizona had been the most painful to watch. He’d been there through a number of them with Callie. He’d seen her fall apart--he’d held her while she fell apart, but this time there were no tears. He had been watching and waiting, ready to catch her. But it never came.
She had yet to even ask him to drink her sorrows with her.
“Go get some dry clothes from my room, you’ll get sick.”
She smirked and attempted a spring in her step as she moved towards his room. He found himself staring again, and hating Arizona Robbins again, for hurting her this bad.
“So, why is it that you don’t have a key to your own apartment?” He called after her.
Callie paused as she pulled a drawer open, making sure her voice would be steady before replying, “I left it at Arizona’s place last week and I just never got it back!” She called back, pulling the grey NYU shirt at the top of the stacked tee shirts.
Outside, he winced and kicked himself for bringing her up. He knew the answer to that. Why the hell did he ask? “Oh…” He replied, guiltily turning towards the bathroom and padding across hardwood and onto cold tile. He shed his tee shirt off and dropped in on the floor near the shower stall.
She pulled her panties off from under the dry tee shirt, and quickly pulled a pair of his boxers on. She smiled to herself. It felt like forever since the last time she’d worn his clothes. She took a whiff. It smelled just as she remembered. So different from Arizona‘s clothes. A knot formed in her throat and she pushed it away, the way she’d been doing the past few days and cleared her throat.
She grabbed her wet clothes off the floor and headed out.
“Where are ya!” She called as she crossed the living room.
“In here!” She heard him answer and she followed his voice towards the bathroom.
“I think I’m going to keep this shirt--oh whoa!” She turned quickly at seeing Mark, in all his naked glory, testing the water in the shower, “Uh--why didn’t you say you were naked?” She demanded.
He stopped, frowned, perplexed, “Why--are you mother Teresa now?”
“I told Lexie I wouldn’t look at you naked anymore. I’m braking a rule. And technically I’m half naked, so that’s another rule…”
“Lexie’s giving you rules?” He asked, finding the information slightly distasteful.
“Not really. I offered--can you just, turn around or something while I put my clothes over there?” She pointed behind her, refusing to turn around.
“Okay, I’m turned around.”
“Okay.” She turned and quickly smacked him as she found he was lying. He laughed and she scolded as she passed by him, “You’ve got a girlfriend now. You have to follow rules.”
“Speaking of girlfriends--” He started as she dropped her clothes on the pile he’d started, “--you ready to talk about what happened with yours?”
Her gaze dropped to the floor and she shook her head as she tried to move past him, “No.”
“Hey--” he stepped in front of her and tilted her chin up, catching the quiet plea in her eyes, “--you know you can talk to me, right? Best friend trumps girlfriend.”
“Okay, I’ll let Shepherd know you said that.” She joked.
“You’re my best friend, Callie.” He reached up to touch her cheek and smiled, “Shepherd isn’t half as hot as you.”
“I’d bet he’s a close second.”
“I would never have sex Shepherd, that’s a must if you’re going to be my best friend.”
“Well, don’t tell Lexie that, or she’ll…you know, hold her breath for a really long time.” She patted his bare chest before turning towards the mirror, “Oh--god my hair looks like crap.”
“You look good wet.” He replied, watching her reflection.
She snorted a laugh, “You’re still naked,”
“Yeah…”
She laughed again, “Who would have thought huh? I picked up a man I didn’t even know at a bar one night and the dirty whore is the person I feel most comfortable with now.”
“Really?” He smirked at her in the mirror. She laughed and this made him happy. Genuinely happy. “You comfortable in my shirt?”
“You know I love this shirt. I’m taking it. It’s soft. Smells like you.” Their eyes caught in the mirror and smiles slowly faded into something else, “I mean--”
His hand found her dark, wet locks, grabbing fistful as he turned her to face him and he swallowed the gasp she released with a kiss.
The feel of her lips, the taste of her tongue against his, her breath against his cheek as she exhaled, the slight pull of her kiss before he pulled her in again. It wasn’t familiar. It wasn’t comfortable. It wasn’t JUST that. It was exhilarating and her chest almost burned with the weight of it. He felt as if he’d been deprived of something--chocolate--for years, and this was his first taste since. She felt like an recovering alcoholic fallen off the wagon.
“No--” She shoved hard at his chest, shaking her head once, and taking a deep breath as she averted her eyes to the floor, “--god…no. Get--Mark, get in the shower. You’re wasting water.”
She breezed past him, and he was left, dumbfounded--and horny--naked in the bathroom. “You’re wasting WATER?” He hissed, incredulous, under his breath, before groaning in frustration and stepping into the shower and shutting the hot water off almost completely.
Callie stood in the kitchen, her mouth agape, her heart beating quickly in her chest, her mind boggled, her loins--on fire. “What the hell was that?” She asked herself, then looked around the apartment as if someone would have heard her, “Empty. It’s an empty apartment.” She mumbled. “I’m crazy now.”
He stood under the shower, almost lifeless for a few minutes, groaning once in a while in frustration. A breeze glazed over his back and he turned quickly, in time to see Callie, standing with a hand on the open glass shower door and the other limply at her side, her features all confusion and indecision as she tried o decide what the hell she was doing standing there.
It was only a couple of seconds, but it felt like an eternity. Their eyes locked, wordless as the water provided the soundtrack to their entire history so far. It was soft against his skin, but the steam clouded both their lines of vision, but it surrounded them, embraced and suffocated them all at once. He made a move to either or speak or bring her against him, but she quickly beat him to it as she stepped inside and into his arms.
She tasted she drank the water from his lips as she kissed him, her hair and the tee shirt she wore quickly drenched. Her lips parted and she sighed against his mouth as his tongue slipped inside and reclaimed every inch of her mouth.
Both hands cradling her face, he pushed, wet locks of hair out of the way as her lips became his. He reached bellow and pulled at the hem of his shirt, which now clung to Callie’s torso like a second skin as he peeled it off and the garment fell heavily onto the floor. His boxers followed and he wasted no time in pulling her against him, his hand on the back of her head.
She hissed as he tugged at her bottom lip with his teeth, while he turned her over and she felt her bare back against the cold tile wall.
His lips fell to her neck and he bit and tugged at her skin with his teeth, knowing fully well she’d be branded. She writhed and groaned beneath him.
“I hope you know that if we go through with this, we’re going to have to talk about it later.”
He pulled away then, their eyes meeting, her lips parted as she panted as she searched his eyes for validation. He licked his lips as the rational voice in his head was violently silence by the one screaming ’it’s worth it!’ and leaned forward, crushing his lips to hers again before he lifted one of her legs off the floor to hook it over his hip as he slipped firmly inside her.
She moaned against his cheek, her hand in his hair. She gasped as he lifted her other foot off the ground and she wrapped both legs around his waist. She hut her eyes and felt him fill her. She hadn’t realized how much she’d missed him until that moment and she held on tightly, his breath against her shoulder.
She felt the feel of release approaching and she moaned loudly, not knowing whether to scream or cry as delicious waves of her orgasm rocked her body against him in shorter thrusts.
He grunted as she spurred him on until he came tumbling down in the most exquisite orgasm he’d had in a long time and he held her close long after her feet were firmly on the floor. He kissed her shoulder, her neck, her cheeks and her lips, his arms wrapped tightly around her waist.
“The water’s cold.” She said softly before pressing her lips lightly to his shoulder.
His hands roamed over her hips, up her waist before pulling away and holding her face in his hands. He leaned in and kissed her.
She breathed out and he breathed her in. Eyes closed as he pressed his forehead to his.
“I’m done with Lexie. I’ll talk to her today.” He said in a breath.
“No, you’re not.” She shook her head, then added at the confused look on his face, “I mean, you can if you want. But--I need some time. I need…I just need time to figure all this out.”
“Okay.” He nodded, then kissed her cheek before moving to step out of the shower, “Take the shower. I’ll be out there.” He winked as she smiled and felt surprisingly comfortable as he stepped out into the living room and saw Callie’s shows and clothes in a small pile--and both their jackets in mess near the door. It was what he wanted.
It was what was missing and he couldn’t place when he first moved in. It wasn’t the hat rack Lexie gave him as a gift. It wasn’t the expensive art work he had flown in from his New York apartment. It wasn’t the dining room set--it was Callie. Every time she walked in there, it was like everything finally fit. All the frames were aligned…his apartment was perfect. All he had to do was figure out now how to keep it that way.
FIN