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Chapter 3
After their shift, Mark and Callie walked hand in hand to their apartment building.
"What are we gonna do about them?" Callie asked breaking the comfortable silence they had been strolling in.
"The only thing we can do." Mark answered.
"Which is?"
Mark took a deep breath, "We be there for both of them, push them in the right direction, but know when to let go." he paused before continuing, "They have to figure this out on their own, but if they need us, they'll know that we're right here behind them every step of the way."
Callie was stunned by his compassionate words, "Wow McSteamy, where the hell did that come from?" she said as they stepped through the entrance of their apartment complex.
"I can be supportive if I want, you know." Mark said, a tiny bit of hurt in his tone.
Guilt immediately ran over Callie as they made their way to the elevator. "I know, baby," she reassured him, "I like it when that side of you comes out, its sexy as hell."
"Then I guess I better show that side more often."
Once the elevator opened, Callie pushed him up against the back wall and crushed her lips to his. Their kiss was still going strong as the elevator came to stop at their floor. Without breaking apart, they stumbled to their doors, but didn't quite make it inside. Mark had Callie pinned against the wall, while his hands roamed her body tracing every inch of tan skin he could get his hands on.
Callie moaned against his mouth as Mark moved his hands to her ass, squeezing tightly, effectively bringing her closer to his crotch, letting her feel exactly what she was doing to him. She clawed at his back as she nipped and sucked at his lower lip. Mark pulled away from her with a hiss, but quickly dived back in, this time attacking her neck. He licked and kissed across her collarbone, and up behind her ear, where he found that sweet spot that left her squirming beneath him. She moved one of her hands from his back to the top of his peppered-haired head and tugged slightly bringing his mouth back up to hers.
Suddenly, the door to Callie's apartment flew open and the pair sprang apart as they were met with the smirking faces of her niece and his nephew.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" Puck questioned. Mark and Callie averted their gaze to anywhere but the teenagers' faces.
Mark cleared his throat, "She - um had some lint on her dress that she needed help getting off."
"Mhmm.." Santana nodded, not at all falling for his excuse, "That leaves you," Santana looked to her aunt, "What exactly were you doing Aunt Callie? "
Callie bit her lip and quickly came up with an idea that would perhaps, 'push' the teens in the right direction, "You know what," she resigned, "You guys wanna question our actions like your adults? Then I'll answer you like adults, We were gonna have sex. Yes sex! We have sex, you know why? Because we are old enough to make our own damn decisions. We don't have to explain our actions to you guys." she declared, smirking at the disgusted faces that she received, and continued on her rant.
"So you know what? You guys stay here tonight, while me and Mark go back to his apartment and have lots and lots of sex!"
Without another word, she tugged Mark's arm and made a quick work of his lock and pushed the door open storming inside. Mark was so shocked that Callie had actually said what she did that he had remained at his front door not knowing what to say to Santana and his nephew.
After a few awkward moments of silence, Mark shook his head and turned to the two of them. "By the way, just because we are allowed to have sex doesn't mean you two can." he pointed toward the pair, "Don't even try it, because we'll know." And with that he shut the door, leaving the highly traumatized kids behind.
Santana and Puck stood, still shocked and disgusted at Callie's outburst until finally Puck shook his head and turned to her, "What the hell just happened?"
"I think, I just threw up in my mouth a little." she admitted. At her words, Puck broke into a peal of laughter that Santana couldn't help but join in. The teenagers shared a few minutes of pure laughter until they heard a loud moan from across the hall. Immediately they ran through the apartment door and let it slam shut behind them.
"Movie night?" Santana suggested as they made their way back into the living room.
"I'll get the popcorn, you get the movie." Puck said with an agreeing smile.
Across the hall, Mark quickly crossed the room to Callie, who had been standing in the middle of his living room with a proud smirk on her face, and hoisted into his arms, pushing her back against the nearest wall with a loud thump. The fact that he was too occupied with feeling every inch of her to even ask if she was okay sent Callie's libido sky high. Mark whipped Callie's shirt off her head, momentarily breaking the heated kiss that had been brewed. He dove back in, attacking her flushed neck this time.
With a soft moan, Callie threw her head back, as far as the wall would allow, while Mark continued to lick his way across her neck and collarbone.
"Puck and Santana are basically scarred for life because of you now, you know" Mark said huskily against her neck. Callie let a raspy giggle that Mark felt throughout his whole body. "It was fucking hot as hell."
"Did you notice how I strategically managed to get them to spend more time together?" Callie managed to choke out as Mark reached behind her and unclasped her bra, letting her breasts spill out.
Mark brought one of his hands from beneath her thigh, roughly massaging the bountiful flesh and took her right nipple into her mouth, but before he could started his assault, he looked back up at her with a look of awe and shock, "You planned that?!"
"Seriously, Mark," Callie started and gasped as Mark roughly bit her nipple and began laving the taut bud, "Did you really think I would willingly tell them that we have sex if I didn't have some kind of plan behind it?"
Releasing the dark chocolate peak with a wet 'pop', Mark returned to her mouth and crushed her lips with his, "You are dangerously sneaky, Callie Torres and I heartily approve." He growled against her lips.
A raspy chuckle slipped out of Callie's lips, "Just call me Matchmaker Extraordinaire." she said huskily in his ear, then proceeded to take the sensitive lope into her mouth and bite down gently, the pressure emitting a hiss from him.
Wordlessly, he moved his hands back to beneath her thighs, Mark pushed off the wall, bearing all her weight and headed down the hall toward his bedroom. Finally reaching the bed, he unceremoniously dropped her on the bed, and smirked down at her. His hands went to her jeans, letting his thumbs hook into the waistband as he expertly pulled her pants over her hips and down her legs, taking her black lace panties with them.
Callie watched with pleasure as Mark pushed down his own pants and stripped off his boxers with a smirk on his face. She then spread her legs open for him as he crawled up the bed and positioned his mouth at her opening. Before diving right in, he looked up at her and deviously smiled.
"Well, let's see who the real extraordinaire is, shall we?." Without warning he lapped at her slick folds and wrapped his lips around her clit and hungrily began to suck. Callie squealed in surprise and bucked her hips against his mouth.
"Mark!"
Back at Callie's apartment, laughter bounced off the walls as The Three Stooges was playing on the t.v. Santana burst into another fit of giggles, leaning her head against Puck's shoulder for leverage while Larry, Curly and Moe found themselves in another sticky situation.
Puck looked down at Santana and couldn't fight the smile that emerged on his face, "You're such a dork," he commented and received a playful slap to the shoulder, "I can't believe you've never seen this before!"
"Well, I'm sorry I'm not a freak like you who enjoys..." she gestured to the screen, watching as Moe once again managed to hurt Curly in some way, "...this."
Crossing his arms over his chest, Puck sneered, "Please, you love this movie," Santana quietly scoffed, "Just admit, Santana."
"No way." She said firmly, but rather unconvincingly, due to the fact that she chuckled at the screen.
After a few seconds of silence, Puck pounced on her and began to tickle her into oblivion. "Say it! Say you like the movie!" Santana squealed and howled with laughter as he held her wrists with one hand, and continued to tickle her with the other, making sure to get her most ticklish spot on right below her ribcage.
"Stop it!" she screamed between giggles, "Puckerman! So help me-" he just shook his head at her, "Okay! Okay! I like the stupid movie!"
Puck released his hold on her and sat back with a proud smirk on his face, "Now was that so hard?" he teased.
The only answer he got was a perfect raised eyebrow that immediately told him it was time to shut the hell up. They settled into the couch, occasionally fits of laughter coming from both of them. By the time the credits started to roll, Santana was tucked into the crook of Puck's arm that was slung over her shoulder. The two lay sleeping, perfectly content with the feel being in each other's arms.
