JUST A SNEAK PEEK. More to come, if you like it.

So, I used to read iCarly fanfics for a year or so straight, until I lost interest. When The Fosters started airing, I was utterly addicted, which might be a slight understatement...

That's when I got hooked on Fanfiction again. I couldn't help but search for every theory of Brandon and Callie's relationship. They are easily the biggest crush I've ever had on a ship in my entire life. So I've been reading the stories, but suddenly I wanted to try this thing out. I've written for years, but never Fanfiction.

Tell me what you think! I hope I do it justice. By the way, this is just a sneak peek. It will most likely be a smutty story, so just hold off for a day or two. ;)

I am constantly busy, so most likely I won't be updating every day, but I'll try to at least twice a week.

I hope you like it! :)

"So... Where to?" Brandon asked, staring into Callie's dark brown doe eyes, a hint of a smile on his lips. He inwardly chuckled. He'd never understand how he ended up with Callie. Callie, the complicated, sweet, unimaginably caring, breathtakingly beautiful girl who knocked the wind out of him the second he saw her at the Fosters' dinner table for the first time. Even with a bloody lip and bruised cheek, she was mesmerizing. And now he had her. And for the life of him, he'd never let her go.

"Don't know," she responded as she turned her head towards the driveway, making her hair flow in the light breeze. She noticed that Stef and Lena's cars weren't parked in the driveway, as usual. "The moms aren't home?" she asked, an idea threatening to burst from within her, but she stayed silent, needing to know if anyone was around to notice their obvious, yet apparently not-so-obvious, attraction. Five months of mischievous smiles across the Foster infested household, hand holding and torturous inner thigh explorations under the kitchen table, long make out sessions behind closed doors, and nobody suspected anything going on between her and Brandon.

After Brandon chased Callie all the way to Indiana to save her ass from doing something stupid, she told him that the kiss meant nothing to her, and that they could never be together. And even if Brandon couldn't see the tears streaming down her soft cheeks at the time, he'd still know she was bluffing. But he still complied, just wanting her to come home. Callie's safety was more important, no matter how much he wanted desperately to be the one to hold her and kiss her when she cried.

A month later, after having a long and heartfelt discussion about how Jude deserved to be happy, but she did also, she couldn't hold back any longer. She cried and he held her and he kissed her, just like he'd dreamed.

"No, Mom was held up at work. New information in a case they were working on. Lena's at a meeting."

"And, the kids?" He looked at her, slightly confused. What was she up to?

"Jesus and Mariana are waiting for Lexi at the airport. She's visiting. J-"

She cut him off with a sad chuckle. "What?"

"Always the last to know..." she replied, looking straight ahead. Then, turning and facing Brandon, she admitted, "Lexi really grew on me. I would have loved to see her." Yes, she was stalling, but she was telling the truth. Going to the mall with Mariana and Lexi time and time again, much to her dismay, gave her the opportunity to get to know the girl. Lexi really loved Mariana and Jesus. Considering the fact that she spent 100% of her time at the mall either talking about the two, or the fact that her parents were "overly protective, screwed up prison guards", her love and care for the twins was evident.

"Oh... I'm sorry. I'll take you there if you want. I mean, she's coming here anyway, but I'll drive you there."

"Nah, it's alright," she said, a smile growing on her face. He was obviously the most caring guy she'd ever been with before. He'd drive her all the way to the airport, two hours away, just to make her happy. And he seemed entirely innocent to the devious thoughts playing on in her mind, thoughts she was about to share. It was adorable.

Jude was at Conner's, so no one was home. She began to feel nervous with this knowledge, now beginning to fumble with her fingers, an addictive habit she'd had for years. Her gaze went from Brandon's gorgeous cerulean eyes to his car. He noticed her change in emotions immediately.

"Hey, what's wrong?" he asked, lifting her chin with his fingers so she'd look at him. Concern washed over him.

Shaking her head and looking away again, she assured him, "Nothing... It's just... Ummm..." Looking into his eyes, she saw such worry, sincerity, and care, that it gave her courage to continue. And as fast as her nervousness came, it went away. "I don't want to go out," she told him, firmly.

"Alright, that's fine... We can stay in," He responded, now more concerned than ever. "Did something happen today, Callie? Are you alright?"

Then, a huge smile broke out on her face, as she reached into the left pocket of his black skinny jeans, and in one swift motion, retrieved the house key. That's where he always kept it.

She took her hand in his, and as if on instinct, he locked their fingers together. Still smiling, she pulled him to the front door and unlocked it, hand in his as she slowly pushed it open.

Her rapid change in emotions today was seriously worrying Brandon. They were changing even more than usual. But everything was happening so fast. The key, their hands, the door. Before he knew it they were inside, and she was pushing him up against it.

Callie threw the keys onto the tan couch behind her, eyes never leaving Brandon's. She wrapped her hand around his neck and slammed her lips against his, taking him completely by surprise. After realizing what the fuck was going on, he closed his eyes, put his hands on Callie's small waist, and pulled her closer, leaning into her kiss. Much like their first kiss, they both realized. But this time, no little brother would interrupt them, no teenage girl would run away, and nothing would ever stop them from sharing this moment. And this time, Callie knew they'd go farther.

His tongue grazed her already moist lips, causing her to sigh as she parted them. Their tongues clashed, danced, hummed, and sang a glorious tune.

After minutes of passionate kisses and moans, Brandon lifted her off the ground by her waist and turned her so that she was now against the door. Lips still capturing hers, he held her up so that she was hovering above the ground. He bit her lip lightly, making her whimper. He grinned against her mouth. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. Brandon suppressed the groan threatening to escape from him when her mid-section made contact with his. Regardless, she already knew he was turned on, if the mountain in his pants was anything to show for it.

They broke apart and she rested her head on his chest, his muscles obvious and profound. He kissed the top of her head and they just stayed there, breathing heavily, leaning against the door.