A/N: Again, massive thankyou's and chocolate covered strawberries to everyone who has put this story on their alerts, favourites and especially to those who have taken the time to comment. I had planned to have this chapter up days ago, but was unfortunately struck down with an awful cold/flu/cough thing (blame making out with an ex, a really hot German exchange student, excessive amounts of cider, and karaoke), and had the hardest time concentrating. Anyways, I'm kind of better now (or at least I'm not coughing incessantly anymore), so here be the next chapter, even if it's a bit shorter than what I wanted.
No beta, so all mistakes are mine, and concrit is always welcome.
I don't own Grey's Anatomy. That honor belongs to Shonda Rhimes. I'm just playing with her characters, and will return them in mostly-new condition when I'm done
Callie.
Trying to sleep on planes must be one of the most difficult things in the world. I had been trying (and failing) to fall asleep for the better part of the last three hours, making it well past 1am Miami-time for me.
I had sneakily glanced back over my chair a few times, trying to get a glimpse of the blonde who was currently occupying my thoughts. First, when my blanket fell into the aisle, and I had to lean out of my chair to grab it. Again, when the gentleman behind me apologized for accidentally kicking my chair. The last time had been when Mark wanted to go to the bathroom; instead of him awkwardly clambering over me, I opted to get out of my seat to let him out, and stretch my legs.
That time, when I had glanced oh-so-casually at the blonde, her and her friend seemed to be examining something in her hand. Whatever it was must have been pretty important, because they both looked quite serious and were talking in hushed, reverent tones. She had the most adorable crinkle on her brow when she was concentrating so hard.
I was curious, I won't deny that. Curiosity, however, probably doesn't excuse what I did next. Once Mark had returned, I settled back in my seat for a few minutes. Just so, you know, it didn't look way suspicious.
Once a bit of time had passed, I chanced a peek back. She was still focused on whatever was in her hand. I turned to tell Mark I'd be back, but he had his headphones in and was breathing evenly, seemingly asleep. I'm pretty sure the boy could sleep though a hurricane.
I got up, extending my arms above my head to work out the kinks in my body, and I was rewarded with the blonde looking up from her lap and fixing me with a piercing blue stare. Suddenly I was floating in an azure haze, unable and not wanting to break free. I was pretty sure I'd never find anything as beautiful as those eyes; and then she smiled.
She smiled at me, a big smile, and the world around me ceased to exist. Her smile was… well the only word I could think of was 'magical'. Then, she bit her bottom lip and a whole slew of words to describe this smile started running through my head: hot, sexy, filthy, dirty…. Thoughts of those teeth scraping against my neck and body in tandem with those lips filled my now sex-crazed mind.
For a second I couldn't respond, and then, almost as if by instinct, I felt a dirty grin of my own cross my face. For good measure, I ran my fingers through my hair, just to fight off the limpness that comes with flying, of course.
Glancing around the darkened cabin, I noted that like Mark, most people were asleep. Training my eyes back on the blonde, I shot her a look, one eyebrow raised. Mark once joked that my eyebrow was my secret weapon, that no-one could resist it. It was with that look that I walked past her, on my way to the bathroom. Was I making an effort to walk with a little extra sway to my hips? Perhaps. Was I doing it in the hope that she was watching? Definitely.
I got to the bathroom, about 8 rows behind where she was sitting and looked across my shoulder as I opening the door. Hells yeah, I thought to myself triumphantly, seeing her leaning around her chair, eyes trained on me.
Shooting her another suggestive smile, I walked into the bathroom, closing the door and sliding the bolt into place. I didn't have to go to the bathroom; I had just wanted to see—Oh crap! In my lusty craze of making her want me, I had completely forgotten to look at what was in her hands. It's cool, I'll just hang in here for a few minutes, and th—A few sharp knocks on the door drew my attention from the mirror.
"Just a minute," I called out, resuming checking my make-up.
The next set of raps against the door made me let out an exasperated sigh. I opened the door, ready to ask this person why they couldn't wait another minute to use the bathroom. The words died on my lips when I saw the person on the other side of the door.
Anything I might have said was swallowed by the warm lips on mine, and I was pushed back into the bathroom stall. I threw my hands out behind me, trying to find a purchase on the wall, as those lips continued to do wonderful things to me. I instantly mourned their loss as she turned away from me to close and lock the door before leaning on it, eyeing me hungrily.
"I've wanted to do that since Miami," she confessed breathily.
"I've been wanting to do a lot more than that," I replied honestly, pinning the blonde against the door with my body. I grab her hips with my hands and crash her body into mine, before sliding around to her perfect ass and pulling her even closer, slipping my thigh in between her legs, eliciting a gasp from the blonde.
I captured her lips in a bruising kiss, and her fingers tangled themselves in my dark hair, drawing us closer together.
I thought this might have been the best kiss I'd ever had. Her lips fit so perfectly against mine, it was like a dream. At least, I thought that until I felt her tongue tentatively stroke my bottom lip, asking for permission. I parted my lips, and she took the invitation, plunging her tongue deep inside my mouth. Now, now, it was the best kiss I'd ever had.
The hands in my hair wrenched my mouth from her, only to feel those soft lips at my neck, sucking and biting. My head fell back of its own accord, granting her full access. I was pretty sure she was going to leave a mark; I couldn't bring myself to care because it felt so damn good. My own hands were not idle; stroking the soft skin just above her jeans, under her shirt, delighting in the goose bumps I could feel in their wake.
I couldn't help but let out a low moan as she continued her ministrations over my pulse point, and then continued down, over my collarbone, before kissing the flesh just above each of my breasts. I felt her smile against my chest, apparently pleased with the reaction she was invoking in me. And what a reaction it was; I felt hot and cold and tingly all over, all at once.
Combing her fingers through to the ends of my long hair, she grabbed the lapels of my jacket and pulled me in, leaning up to whisper in my ear.
"You know, Callie, it isn't nice to tease a poor girl like that. Certain people might be inclined to follow you into an airplane bathroom and have her way with you to get even." My breathing hitched as a thousand thoughts of taking her up on that ran through my head at light speed.
She pulled back, her cheek ghosting along mine, to look me in the eyes. Her eyes, which I'd always seen as a bright blue, had darkened considerably, now closer to the color of the ocean at dusk.
I reached for her hips, intent on following through with one of the million scenarios streaming through my mind, when we both paused as the air hostess' voice over the sound system, "We are encountering some unexpected turbulence. Would all passengers please return to your seats, and make sure your seatbelt is securely fastened. Thank you." As if to illustrate her point, the cabin shuddered a little, which only served to minimize the space between us even more, my thigh pressing a little harder in between hers.
Really? The plane could have crashed right now, and this was exactly where I would want to be.
"Ok, Callie?" She whispered in my ear. God, I could listen to her say my name all day… Wait. How does she even know my name? We've never actually spoken…
It was then that the hands grasping my lapels moved to my arms and started shaking me back and forth.
"Callie!" It was louder, and more forceful. And it didn't sound like her light, lilting voice anymore; the voice was deeper, rougher. She actually sounded a little like Mark.
It was that thought that propelled me back into consciousness; I opened my eyes to see my best friend staring at me intently, an amused and somewhat self-satisfied smirk on his face.
It was just a dream; it was just a dream… The best dream I've ever had in my life, but still only a dream…
I actually wanted to cry a little at the thought; then a different thing occurred to me.
"Mark… Why exactly did you feel the need to wake me up?" I was dreading the answer.
"Well, as much as you really seemed to be enjoying it, I didn't think you'd want everyone else on the plane to have as much fun with it." I wanted to bury my head in my hands, but instead stayed quiet to allow him to continue; I couldn't figure out how embarrassed to be if I didn't know what I'd done. "At first you were just kinda squirmy. I didn't get a response when I asked if you were OK, and then you had a big smile on your face and started moaning. That was when I thought I had better wake you up."
Now I actually did bury my face into my palms.
"That's so fucking embarrassing," I murmured through my fingers.
"It's alright, almost everyone's asleep, and there was no-one walking by at the time. It was actually pretty hot. Would love to know what exactly you were dreaming about, that got you all hot and bothered. Was it Blondie back there?" I had a love/hate relationship with my expressive face, definitely hating it right now, when Mark didn't even wait for an answer, "It was, wasn't it? It's even hotter now."
"Seriously, Mark? Shut up."
Unlike him, he actually did refrain from saying anything further. This just meant that he knew he'd only get shit from me at this point, and therefore it was better in his head. I loved the boy, but he was such a dirty manwhore sometimes.
I can't believe I dreamt that all up. Maybe I'm crazy? No, I would know if I was crazy. It was a dream, it's not like I was hallucinating or anything. I let out a soft scoff at even questioning my own sanity. But what kind of person has dreams like that about someone they've never even met? I asked myself, giving it some thought. Really horny ones, that's who. I really need to get laid…
It really had been a long time. It had been so long, not since before everything with Taylor and Jason had gone down. Not that I couldn't have gotten some if I'd wanted, I just—I needed time to heal and recover emotionally.
Now though, it would appear that my sub-consciousness was giving me a huge glaring green light to enjoy life again. This trip with Mark was supposed to be a new beginning. A brief reprieve from real life, Miami and all the shitty memories I've accrued over the past year.
Glancing discreetly over my shoulder, I noted that the blonde who had featured in my dream was now apparently asleep, eyes closed, head lolling to the left, headphones firmly in place.
I wasn't kidding myself, I knew there was a million, if not billion, to one chance I'd ever see her again. If nothing else, I would always be thankful to the girl for making me realize that I was ready. Ready to live again, not to just survive.
I settled back in my chair, using the controller in my seat to put Tangled on, with a small smile on my mouth.
Some point after Rapunzel stuffed Flynn into her wardrobe, I must have drifted off (a dreamless sleep this time, I might add), because the next thing I knew the cabin lights were on and the air-hostess was offering me breakfast. Although I'm not that big on breakfast, I accepted with a mumbled thanks masquerading as a yawn, and began to pick at the tray while Mark dug into his with relish.
The next hour and a half flew by, excuse the pun, and before I knew it, the air hostess was over the loud speaker again, "Ladies and gentlemen, as you may have noticed we have begun our descent into London, Heathrow. Would all passengers please return to your seats and make sure your seat belts are securely fastened. Ensure all tray tables are stowed, and that your seats are in the upright position. At this time, we would like to advise that all electronic equipment must be switched off for landing."
Under the guise of stretching, I took a quick look behind me. She was pulling her headphones out of her ears, looking awake and alert, probably the antithesis of what I looked like now. Her eyes locked on mine, and despite my best efforts, I couldn't look away. It was as though my body had been asleep, and now I had pins and needles all over. It wasn't painful, it was like heat spreading through my limbs. Ah, who was I kidding? I wasn't trying to look away. I wish I could look at her every day. It was a testament to how much peace I'd made with my insane attraction to the girl behind me; I didn't even question the thoughts like that that kept popping into my head.
It was only when a very large man came barreling down the aisle towards me that we broke our eye contact, reluctantly.
If that was the last time I got to look at the blonde, at least it was a good one.
A/N: I know that I didn't cover much time again, but I do promise that next chapter will cover atleast a few days, and shouldbe up by Thursday-ish.
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