Title: In the Arms of Sleep (1/2)
Author: VietAngel
Rating: Chapter 1: M, Chapter 2: K+
Pairing: Mark/Callie (of course)
Summary: Sleep will not come to this tired body now; peace will not come to this lonely heart. There are some things I'll live without, but I want you to know that I need you right now. I need you tonight. This follows all those other Mark/Callie one-shots I've been beating everybody over the head with.
Author's Note: So this was supposed to be a one shot, but five pages in it started screaming at me and begging to be a two-parter. Anyway, the title is a brilliant Smashing Pumpkins song in case you didn't know. The summary is the first verse.
Soundtrack: There's a soundtrack, but I'm holding the goodies for part 2.
Mark jerked his eyes away from his paperwork, startled by the sound of the door slamming and locking. He hadn't even heard her open it. He smiled and licked his lips as he took in the sight of his gorgeous wife. He didn't know how Callie did it, but she somehow managed to get more breathtaking every single day. He had no idea what she was up to, but he knew it was something when she proceeded to close the blinds.
"Cal, what are you up to and why are you dressed like that?" he asked, referring to the black trench coat and four-inch strappy sandals she was wearing. It definitely wasn't her usual workday attire. Even more suspicious was the fact that she wasn't even scheduled to work that day. She turned and smiled—chocolate brown eyes glittering with devilish mirth.
Sauntering slowly toward his desk doing her best Marilyn Monroe impression, she began to sing "Happy Birthday Mr. President". Mark smiled widely as she swept all of his paperwork into the floor and began to crawl toward him across the large wooden surface. By the time she finished she was mere inches from his face and he just couldn't resist the urge to fist a hand in her hair and kiss her. When they were finally forced to break apart and breathe, she shifted so she was perched on the edge of his desk and crossed her legs.
"Thank you for the show, but it's not my birthday," Mark replied.
"I know, but it's the only song I could think of with the word 'president' in it…and I wanted to congratulate you for being elected president of the Seattle Association of Cosmetic Surgeons," she replied. He rolled toward her in his chair and uncrossed her legs. Spreading her knees apart, he rolled forward until he was settled perfectly between them.
"So is there more to this show, or is the trench coat just because it's laundry day?" he asked, eying her salaciously. She giggled and planted her feet on the arm rests of his chair. He feigned hurt as she pushed him away. She hopped down and turned away from him, planting her palms flat on the desk in front of her.
"If you want the present, you've got to unwrap it," she replied, looking over her shoulder and poking her ass out a little. He smirked and rolled toward her until his face was mere inches from her backside. He slid his hands up the backs of her thighs, under her coat, and around to cup her hips. She had a ticklish spot on her right hip bone that nearly made her squirm out of his grasp. She hated when he did that. Whenever he wanted her to give in and let him have his way he would tickle her there relentlessly until she surrendered.
He flipped her coat up and smiled as her panties were revealed. Black, boy cut, with "follow the white rabbit…" written across the back…cute, geeky—and so Callie. Mark pressed a kiss to the little white bunny on her backside and stood. Reaching around in front of her, he loosened the belt of her coat and began to peel it from her body—revealing the caramel colored plane of her back inch by inch. He kissed her shoulder before grabbing her chin firmly and turning her head so he could meet her lips.
His fingertips traveled a winding path down her neck, across her breast, and down her stomach. She squirmed in anticipation as they inched down into her panties. He ran his tongue along the back of her neck and slid his middle finger along her wet slit before slipping it inside her—just one slow stroke. She gasped and moaned and whimpered all at once as he refused to give her more. His hand was almost out of her panties when she stilled it with her own and guided his fingers to exactly where she wanted them to be, raising one leg and resting her knee on the desk for better access. Many years of experience had taught him that Callie was a woman who knew exactly what she wanted, and he loved that about her. She was the first woman to ever rock his world in a way that left him gasping for breath and begging for more. Shaking off the reverie, he obliged her silent request by rubbing soft circles around her clit. He knew he was doing something right when her knees buckled.
"Mark, stop playing and fuck me," Callie panted.
"Whatever you say, hon," Mark replied. With his free hand he dropped his pants, tugged her panties down, and entered her with one quick thrust. He pulled back out and slammed back into her harder with each thrust while maintaining the contact with her clit. She came first, screaming his name and he followed a few seconds behind her…her name the only word on his lips. If there was anyone in the hallway they surely heard them, but Mark didn't give a damn. "Are you okay baby?"
"I'm fine," she mumbled. She was bent over with her forehead on his desk trying to catch her breath. Mark pulled his pants up and flopped down into his chair. Callie still wasn't in any shape to get herself together and Mark smirked…he still had it. He pulled her panties up and helped her back into her coat before settling her in his lap. He wrapped his arms tightly around her waist and she rested her head on his shoulder. They just sat there in comfortable silence for a while.
"You know sweetie, between the two of us we have enough money to live out the rest of our lives comfortably. What do you say we go tell Chief Webber we quit right now and go home and spend the rest of the day just like this?" Mark asked. He wasn't really serious, but if she said yes he would sure as hell go along with it. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek.
"I would love to, but we have three daughters which means three times the college tuition and possibly three weddings that the father of the brides is expected to pay for," she started, "Babe, we might need to get part-time jobs."
"Shit, you're right! I hope Playgirl Magazine is taking applications," Mark replied.
"Nope, that dick belongs to me and is for my eyes only," she replied, placing soft pecks on his lips.
"Oh yeah? Is your name on it?" Mark asked, teasing her.
"Yeah, smart ass...it is. I wrote it with my tongue on our wedding night, don't you remember?" she shot back. She smiled when she felt him harden against her thigh. "Hmm, you might not remember…but by the way he's poking me in the thigh I'm guessing junior does."
Callie kissed Mark once more before hopping off his lap and heading for the door.
"Where the hell are you going?" Mark yelled after her. "I don't think we're done here."
"Yes we are, you have work to do," she replied. "Make sure you're home by five so you have time to get changed. The car will be coming to pick us up at six-thirty and the guest of honor cannot be late to his own banquet."
"Yes dear," Mark replied sarcastically. Callie just giggled and flipped him a bird before disappearing around the corner. Mark sat back and wondered how the hell she still managed to make his heart flutter after all these years.
"I'm going to kill him!" Callie yelled as she emerged from the bathroom in her lingerie. She was wearing a black tulle basque with matching panties, both detailed in scarlet red silk ribbons…the ensemble made all the more stunning by the silk stockings and stiletto heels that accentuated her long legs. "It's after five! I specifically told him to be here by five!"
"Oooh, is that Agent Provocateur?" Addison asked excitedly.
"You, shut the hell up…miss I can't call my best friend for two weeks because I'm too busy with my quack alternative medicine boy toy," Callie replied.
"You won't have to kill him, because I'm going to strangle both of you if you lose one more pound, Calliope Iphigenia Torres!" Amaia Torres interrupted as she took in the sight of her daughter. She knew that Callie had lost weight, but this was the first time she'd seen her when she wasn't fully clothed. She wasn't rail thin like her friends, but she had definitely lost some of her signature Torres woman curves.
"Mami, it's not like I'm trying to lose weight. I actually kind of miss my curves…but having three children and being the Head of Orthopedics means a lot of running around and not much time to eat," Callie replied. "You'll be happy to know that Mark has been nagging the hell out of me about it too. Could you fasten this for me please?"
"Dude, you are aware that we can see your entire ass right?" Meredith said as she sat on the bed between Cristina and Addison munching on a cookie. The three of them were on babysitting duty while Mark, Callie, and her parents attended the Seattle Association of Cosmetic Surgeons banquet.
"Yes, and that shouldn't bother any of you considering you've all seen me push more than one child out of my vagina," Callie replied as she glared over her shoulder.
"She's right, her ass is much less frightening," Cristina interjected.
"Might I add that you have a fabulous ass?" Addison replied, clearly sucking up to try and get back on Callie's good side.
"Why are you still talking, she-devil?" Callie replied.
"Oh come on, Cal! What can I do to make it up to you?" Addison asked. Callie pointedly ignored her and she crossed her arms over her chest and sighed dejectedly. Sometimes having a best friend sucked.
"She's right darling, you do have a fabulous ass…you inherited it from me," Amaia interjected.
"Mom! Ewwww! No talking about your ass!" Callie shuddered. Amaia winked and gave Addison a high five before heading to the closet to retrieve Callie's gown. Callie rolled her eyes in the mirror. Her mother returned shortly and helped her into a gorgeous black charmeuse gown. She was stunning. Her hair was the last remaining obstacle and after fussing with it for twenty minutes they still hadn't gotten anywhere. Callie groaned in frustration and turned to Addison. "Addie, will you help me with my hair please?"
"I'm sorry, I could've sworn I heard my name…but Callie's the only person talking so I know I must be mistaken," Addison replied sarcastically.
"Come on Ads, please? I promise I'll love you again if you can fix my hair," she said. Addison wanted to protest, but she could never say no to Callie when she was giving her that look…the one with the pouting and the big brown puppy dog eyes.
"Fine, but no more calling Pete a quack," Addison said. Callie nodded her agreement and a half hour later she had perfectly coifed curls.
It was nearing six-thirty and Mark was still nowhere to be found. Callie paced the room angrily with the phone in hand screaming threatening messages onto Mark's voicemail. She growled in frustration and slammed the phone on the bed.
"I swear I'm going to fucking break his neck when I see him!" she yelled.
"You are not. He's the father of your children…including the one you probably have on the way after all that screaming I heard you doing in his office this morning," Cristina said in her signature deadpan.
"You're pregnant again?" Meredith chimed in.
"No! Well, I don't…we didn't exactly use any protection, but—stop distracting me from my anger!" Callie said.
"Shut it drama queen. You know you're going forgive him ten seconds after he shows up, because you two freaky fuckers were made for each other," Cristina said. "You love him, he loves you, you have frickin' adorable kids…you are all sickeningly perfect."
Callie sighed and flopped backwards onto the bed, with all three of her friends following suit. She wasn't really mad at him so much as worried. Something just felt wrong…like her heart wasn't beating right, and she didn't know why. She felt jittery and slightly sick to her stomach.
"I'm just worried. It's not like him to be so late unless he's stuck in a surgery or something…and I know he's not because I called Chief Webber an hour ago and he said he left on time. He hasn't returned any of my calls either. Something feels wrong, like my chest is about to cave in and it's scaring me," Callie said.
Callie sat up quickly, holding a hand over her chest as if it would keep her heart in place. Meredith grabbed her other hand while Addison rubbed soothing circles on her back.
"Cal, you're going to worry yourself sick. Try to calm down…I'm sure he's fine. He's Mark, he's always fine," Addison replied. Addison put on a brave face for her friend because that's what Callie needed at the moment, but she was worried too. If he was still the Mark she knew in college she wouldn't have thought anything of it, but he wasn't that person anymore. Callie had changed him for the better. Mark the husband and father wasn't the type of guy to make his family worry…so the fact that no one had heard from him didn't sit well with her. After nearly a decade of marriage, Callie and Mark shared an unbreakable bond. Addison knew that if Callie was worried they should all be.
It was an unusually warm day in Seattle. It was one of the rare occasions when the sun was shining. The sound of a car door slamming drifted through the open window of Callie and Mark's bedroom on the wings of a cool breeze. She jumped up and bolted down the stairs with Addison, Cristina, and Meredith hot on her heels. She had hoped to find Mark, but instead it was Derek standing at her front door—and the look on his face was enough to make her heart stop.
"No!" she cried out. Her hand immediately clamped over her mouth and tears sprang to her eyes.
"Callie…it's Mark…he was in an accident," Derek started. He was having trouble getting the words out. Standing before him was a woman he had come to know and love like a sister over the years, and here he was delivering terrible news and watching her fall apart right in front of him. He could see her knees start to buckle and ran to her. Catching her before she fell, he lowered both her and himself to the floor gently. "He's alive, but he's in pretty bad shape…I need to get you to the hospital right now."
Callie couldn't speak, couldn't move, couldn't breathe…the only thing she could manage was the word 'daddy' in a barely audible whisper, but that was enough to have Emilio at her side in an instant. He love Mark like he was his own and under any other circumstances he would have been an emotional wreck as well, but his baby needed him to be strong, to carry her when her legs wouldn't cooperate…and he damn sure wasn't going to let her down. He scooped her into his arms as if he were in his twenties instead of his seventies. He had suffered with severe back pain for years due to injuries sustained during his military career, and there was no reason he should have been able to lift his fully grown daughter…but a father's love knew no boundaries—physical or otherwise. As he carried her out to the car, feeling her tears soaking the collar of his tux as she sobbed into his neck, he found himself hoping and praying with all his heart that Mark was thinking the same thing—a father's love knows no boundaries—because that's the kind of thought that could keep a man alive under the most dire circumstances.
TBC…