Author Devylish
Title Little Surprises
Chapter You're The Man 2/?
Fandom Grey's Anatomy
Pair Derek and Callie
Rating NC17
Words 2286
Warning/Spoiler/Summary None. None. Business trips always end up like this, right?
Disclaimer All publicly recognizable characters, settings, plot, etc. are the property of the creators of the TV show Grey's Anatomy. Any original characters, settings and plots are the property of devylish. devylish is in no way associated with the TV show Grey's Anatomy and no copyright infringement is intended. This work is an amateur fan effort and no profit is being made.


They burst through the hotel room door, rain dropping off of them in sheets; their baggage weighing them down. Or rather, Callie's baggage weighing them down.

"You're definitely a girl Torres, what the hell is in these bags?"

"Was there ever a doubt that I was a woman?" Not letting him answer, she gestured to the single bed in the room. "Fail to mention something to me?"

Derek flushed lightly. "This is the only room they had left. The manager said that there's another hotel maybe, 30 miles south," he glanced at the torrential night through the still open door, "we could try and make it, but…"

"No!" Callie dropped her bag on the floor, "The only way I'm going back out into that mess, is if this room starts on fire."

"Thank God." Derek kicked the door shut.

… And suddenly the room was much smaller.

They stood listening to the quiet staccato of the rain for a few seconds, each of them staring at the smallest queen size bed they'd ever seen.

"Shower!" Callie yelled, breaking the bed's power. She marched towards the bathroom.

"Is that anything like 'shotgun'?"

"Let's just say that I'd wrestle you for dibs on the shower at this point."

Wrestling could be fun. He ran his hand through his hair; clearing his head at the same time, of the unexpected thoughts that were running through it. "Hey Callie?" The door to the bathroom was still open as she looked for towels and soap.

"Yup?"

"There's a diner attached to this place. The manager said they'd be open for another hour. I'm going to go grab something to eat, you want anything?"

Callie stuck her head out the door and grinned. "I think I love you Shepherd. 1) Dibs on the shower, 2) food delivered to my door…. You ARE the man."

He smiled, "You will owe me one Torres, " He turned up the collar on his shirt. "Whadayou want?"

"Surprise me. Anything but a ham sandwich."

"No ham. Gotcha." He opened the door, "save some hot water for me!"

LSLSLSLSLSLSLSLSLSLS

"All right Sweetheart, you're all set. Two Mama's Burgers with the works, 2 orders of fresh, hot fries, two pieces of apple pie, and two pieces of chocolate, chocolate cake. Ketchup and mustard are in the bag. Oh, and I threw a couple of bottled waters and sodas into the bag too."

The elderly woman, who apparently served, waited, cooked, and cashiered at the hotel diner, did some mental calculations. "That'll be, ohhh, $12."

Pulling a twenty out of his wallet, Derek handed the cash to her and grabbed the bags she'd set on the counter. "Thanks."

"No problem sweetheart; we open back up, if this rain ever lets up, at around 7am. Fresh waffles until 11 am."

Waffles. He hadn't had real waffles (leggo my eggo didn't count) in years.

He didn't think that he and Callie would have time to stop for breakfast if they wanted to get to the conference on time, but he thanked the woman anyway. "I'll keep that in mind. Thanks again."

Pushing into the hotel room Derek found a mostly dry, scantily clad Callie sitting on the edge of the bed.

Okay, she wasn't really scantily clad. She was wearing a T-shirt, tap shorts, and big white men's socks. But the whole outfit… the picture… the fact that these were the clothes Callie would most likely be sleeping in…. It felt scanty.

As he shut the door behind him, Callie looked up from her spot on the bed, a towel held in her hands; brushing over her dark wet locks. She smiled sheepishly, "You look like hell. Wet hell."

"Gee thanks Torres. You, on the other hand, look warm and cozy." He put the food down on the dresser and bent down to pick up his bag. "Food's in there."

Callie made some sort of growl/groan/moany sound and dropped the towel onto the bed. "Well hurry up man! Get your shower on so we can eat!"

Surprised that she was going to wait for him, he raised a brow in her direction.

"I hate eating alone."

Well that was something he could identify with. One of the things he missed most about being married and about dating Meredith was the 'not having to be alone'. When you were part of a couple there was the assumption - the pleasure - of being part of a couple. You had someone who you knew wanted to spend time with you; even if it was just to do the most stupid, rote, normal crap. Grocery shopping. Jesus, he missed grocery shopping with a woman. Stupid. But yeah. Eating with a woman. Grocery shopping; having her call out when he got home to find out how his day had gone.

It was good to have someone. Even if they were a temporary someone.

LSLSLSLSLSLSLSLSLSLS

Derek was in and out of the shower in four minutes. Just enough time to take the chill off of his body and to put on a t-shirt and sweatpants.

As he opened the bathroom door and headed back into the main room, it hit him again.

I'm sharing a bedroom with Callie Torres.

Screw that, I'm sharing a bed with Callie Torres.

Callie snatched a fry out of the bag and popped it into her mouth just in time to be caught by Derek.

"I thought you were waiting?"

"Five minutes Shepherd. I waited five whole minutes. I deserve an award or something for waiting that long."

"Did you leave any for me?"

"Hey! That was my first one." She grabbed the bags and moved them to the center of the bed. Sitting cross legged in front of the headboard, she broke the bags open. She crowed as she took an appreciative sniff, "These things smell like heaven!"

"Heaven smells like a big greasy burger and fries?"

"…and chocolate cake; don't forget the chocolate cake."

He dropped his towel on a chair, and joined Callie on the bed, their impromptu bed-picnic spread out before them. "So, I did good?"

"Do you always dig for compliments, Shepherd?""

"Are you always so stingy with giving them, Torres?"

She picked up another fry and waving it around she offered a false cheer: "rah rah rah, Shepherd rocks. Rah rah rah, you're the best. Rah –"

Derek reached across the bed, and stole the fry from Callie's fingers and popped it into his mouth. "Thanks."

Callie's jaw dropped; "Watch it Shepherd, it's not wise to come between a Torres woman and her food."

He grinned, "I'll keep that in mind."

LSLSLSLSLSLSLSLSLSLS

They finally turned off the lights and shut off the TV - after watching a few episodes of an NCIS marathon – and then they lay there. In the dark.

In one bed.

One wildly small, queen size bed.

Sharing a mattress.

Sharing a sheet.

And sharing body heat.

LSLSLSLSLSLSLSLSLSLS

Even though they'd carefully, silently put a foot of space between their bodies, Callie could feel the warmth emanating from Derek's lean frame.

So she lay on her side and stared at the wall in front of her. Her eyes wide open as she listened to him breathe; wondering if he was still awake. Wondering if he was listening to the sound of her breathing.

Forcing herself to take slow, steady breaths, Callie closed her eyes and gave in to the call of sleep.

LSLSLSLSLSLSLSLSLSLS

Derek woke up and turned his head to the clock – 12 03. Lifting his hand to his jaw, he paused in mid arc when he realized more than a sheet and a blanket draped him. Callie Torres covered him.

He let out a slow breath and assessed the situation. Assessment. That's what doctors do.

Her head was on his chest, her hair cascading across his shoulder. Her leg was curled over one of his thighs, while her foot was tucked under his other leg. And her hand… her hand was at his hip.

A smile curved at his lips; apparently, Callie was a cuddler.

His body started to relax beneath her warmth, and he yawned. I'll detangle myself in just a second. He closed his eyes and drifted back to sleep.

LSLSLSLSLSLSLSLSLSLS

The next time he woke up his body wasn't so relaxed. At least, a specific part of his body was not so relaxed. He and Callie were laying in more or less the same position as they had been when last he woke; but now… now….

Her hand had sloped lower on his body, moving from his hip, to… the happy spot.

And yeah… the 'spot' was happy.

Shit! How do you get out of this one Derek? Shit!

She stretched against him, a soft pulse of her breath skipping across his chest.

Shit!

He took a couple of quick puffs of air and gave an almost inaudible grunt. If she just moved her hand a little lower…

Derek! He yelled inwardly, get a grip!

His other brain whispered, Better yet, let Callie get a grip…

Shit! How the hell am I… Jesus, just a little lower Callie…

LSLSLSLSLSLSLSLSLSLS

Callie's breath caught in her throat and her eyes fluttered open.

His hands were at her hips and he was pressing her against the bed.

She gave a muffled little groan as his lips moved down along her neck.

What the hell? She blinked, and focused on him. Derek. Derek Shepherd was... she breathed in – only it was less of a breath and more of a gasp – Jesus! Derek Shepherd was moving over her, traversing her body with his hands… and his lips… and his – oh yeah! …body parts.

She let these thoughts run through her mind as she breathed his air. Breathed his skin.

She let her lips move against his jaw and slid her hands from his biceps up to his shoulders. Then her brains kicked in… briefly. "Wha – what are we doing?"

A low, half moan escaped his throat and suddenly she found her arms above her head, her wrists trapped in one of his hands.

His other hand was at her neck, forcing her to tilt her head back, upwards; his thumb gracing her jaw.

He lowered his hand from her neck, to the v collar of her t-shirt down to the curve of her breast; his hand palming the heavy flesh. As he kneaded her soft full breast, she sighed. "Shepherd…? Derek? What…?"

"Shhhhh." This wasn't planned. It wasn't expected. But it felt… it felt so flawlessly right. Her curves against his body, her legs wrapped around him.

The two of them.

The geek and the outsider.

The brain and the spirit.

Together. Driven by need.

His hand cupped the fullness of her breast, his thumb brushing over the erect, sensitive nipple. He pinched her nipple, the pain/pleasure causing her to completely forget her questions about how/why/what was happening between them.

"Keep your arms up" he demanded as he released her wrists, dropping both of his hands to the waistband of her shorts.

He was slipping a hand under the waistband; his hand had dipping between her legs cupping her warmth.

"No underwear?"

"Seems like a wise deci….sionnnn, shit…, now."

He grinned before dropping his head to her breast, his tongue dancing across the tip, teasing the nipple that ached for his touch. As he mouthed her breast, he tucked a finger into her; and her back arched as she tried to give him better access.

Damn shorts! She cursed inwardly. Although… yes… he was definitely… Jesus, did he have to be so good with everything he did with his hands?

He let a second finger penetrate her, curving his digits upwards with each inward stroke.

"Derrrrrrek."

"Yeah Cal?" His lips were still pressed against her breast, his mouth echoing the strokes his fingers were taking below.

She cursed the shorts again because she couldn't move her leg enough to give him complete access without the waistband biting into her hips.

She nearly jumped off of the bed when he let his thumb pass over her clit as his fingers curved up into her…, tight and wet.

He waited a few more moments… a few more strokes and he did it again.

He could feel her getting close. The sway of her hips quickening, trying to outpace, control the tempo of his strokes…. So he pulled his fingers out and released her nipple from his mouth.

"Nooooo!" Her eyes shot open at the loss of sensation. Sparks of lust and anger dusted the brown orbs. "Damnit Derek!"

He chuckled, "Poor baby."

She watched as he lifted a finger to his lips and sucked on it. A finger wet with her all over it. She then watched him take his fingers and slip them under the edge of her shirt, running them along the breast that he had been neglecting. Her nipple sparked with energy; energy that shot straight between her legs as he covered her areola with her wetness and his saliva.

He lowered both hands to her hips and pushed at her shorts, edging them off and on to the floor. And then he reached for the bottom of her shirt, edging it up and off of her frame. Within seconds, he was back at her, one hand on her wrists, his other hand between her legs, and his mouth teasing the flesh of her left breast. Her thigh finally edged up along his hip until her leg was hooked around his ass.

This time as his fingers delved into her, there were no impediments. And she was 'there' again within seconds. When his teeth closed around her nipple biting and pulling at her flesh, Derek Shepherd made Callie Torres cum.