Author Devylish
Title Little Surprises
Chapter Yummdeliicious 7/?
Fandom Grey's Anatomy
Pair Derek and Callie
Rating R
Words 2208
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.


Sex is good.

Don't let anyone tell you it's not.

Anyone who claims that sex isn't yummdeliicious is either not doing it right, or doing it with the wrong person.

Callie's sex life was indisputably yummdeliicious; she was doing it right and most definitely, she was doing it with the right person.

Derek made parts of her body sing that she hadn't even known existed. He made her insides – liquefy – with a touch. With a smile. Hell, with just a look.

It had been two weeks of melty boned, blissfulness for Callie. Two weeks since the night she'd let him 'sleep over'.

And honestly, that first night they HAD slept together. Just slept.

He stripped down to his boxers, his eyes never leaving her figure as she stood in her closet, her back to him, and stripped out of her bra and shirt before slipping into a red t-shirt. Shimming out of her pants she flicked off the closet light and headed to the bed.

Derek was sitting n the edge of the mattress and he watched as she pulled back the bedclothes. 'T-shirt and panties; really shouldn't be sexy. But on her… they were'.

She fluffed up her pillow and glanced at him, hiding the nervousness that his presence, in her room, engendered in her. 'Offense best defense.' "So are you planning on sitting there all night, or are you getting in?"

She skated under the covers, smoothing them around her as he hopped up and climbed under the sheets from the other side of the bed.

Reaching up, she turned off the bedside lamp and snuggled lower into the bed.

For three seconds – she counted – they both remained motionless; both of them tucked safely and separately under the comforter and sheet.

'I've had sex with this man! I've made out with him innumerable times! I'm fucking pregnant with his child!' She gathered her nerves, and with a half whispered curse, moved closer to him; not stopping until her head was on his shoulder and her arm around his waist.

It wasn't until he wrapped his arms around her that she began to breathe again.

***

When she woke up the next morning, she was still cocooned in Derek's arms; and he was sleeping, his mouth slightly parted, his hair twisted and wickedly adorable around his head. Burrowing closer to him she looked down.

'Poor baby,' she thought as she stared at the teepee his morning erection was making under the covers. And a voice in the back of her head whispered, 'such a waste to let all of that go unused.'

She'd later blame it on the fact that she was still half asleep, but she listened to that voice, the one in the back of her head. 'It would be a shame to let a ready-and-waiting, at-attention cock like his, go to waste.'

Slowly pulling the sheet down his frame she awkwardly – baby belly – trailed her head down Derek's body.

Derek woke up seconds later, his body reacting with enthusiasm to Callie's hands and mouth. His eyes flickered open and his brain connected – telling him that, this time, it wasn't a dream. He stroked her hair, the long dark waves stretching out along his stomach. The stomach whose muscles were clinching and releasing with every sensation Callie's touch caused.

Her tongue was flat against the bottom of his cock; draping along it as she edged her way up to the head and when she got there, she teased underside of the head with the tip of her tongue. She played there, sending his nerve endings into overdrive.

"Jesus, that's not fair," he moaned as she moved her head lower on her shaft.

"I can stop, if you'd like," she hummed softly around his length.

"No. No. Umm, I'm good."

She chuckled against him and he groaned again.

Turning her focus back to his cock she shifted and moved her hand along his length. Her mouth worked at his head while her hands fondled his shaft and his heavy balls.

Derek had been on hand duty for months now; starting and finishing himself off more times than he could count. So Callie, live and warm against him, was killing him. And killing him quickly. He wouldn't last more than a few more minutes, and if she was willing, he sure as hell wasn't going waste an opportunity to be with her.

"Callie…"

She was focused, very focused on his cock. He tried again. "Callie, honey… I need you to stop."

She heard him this time and simply shook her head in disagreement, working harder with her hands and mouth to make him cum.

He curled his hands in her hair and pulled; dragging her firmly and irrevocably away from his cock. She mewed and hit him on the chest with a now free hand. "Hey! I was busy there!"

He was still pulling her up along his frame, waiting until she lifted her eyes to his to offer, "I want you."

'Damn blue eyes,' she thought half dazedly. "You want me?" It was a stupid, lust hazed question. But it meant more to her than she knew.

"All of you."

And then she was leaning over him, his hand still lost in her hair, her hands on his chest, her lips tangled with his.

As they kissed she moved her hands to his biceps and shifted her weight so that she was straddling his hips. It only took seconds for his body to begin to throb again, longing for release. "Torres, I swear to God I'll make it up to you later, but Jesus Christ I need you now."

She let her eyes pass over his before she gave in, and sitting up on his lap she reached for the edge of her shirt, pulling it up and over her head. She wasn't huge yet, the baby wasn't taking up as much space as it would, but she still felt – awkward -- in her new body. Unsure of its attractiveness.

From her perch atop Derek, she found her sureness. Found appreciation of the curves, new and old that she had. She found that sureness and appreciation in Derek's eyes.

Her breasts were fuller, heavier than they had been the last time he'd seen them; the effects of pregnancy. Her skin was still the same almond and caramel shade he'd dreamed of, and her stomach had a curve now that was more pronounced, more defined. 'Housing their child'.

His hands moved forward of their own volition and teased the peaks at the ends of her breasts. She drew in a breath and he paused.

"Extra sensitive." She offered; another side effect of the pregnancy.

He nodded his head in understanding and moved his hands from her nipples to the fullness that surrounded them. Slowly his hands traced a path down her body to her stomach. "You're still sexy, intelligent, and beautiful."

'How does he always say the right thing? The thing that gets to 'me'?'

She slid off of the bed, and removed the last scrap of clothing she'd been wearing -- her boy short panties -- and without hesitation she climbed back into the bed; on to him.

"Still want me?"

"All of you."

She reached between them, moving until he was inside of her.

She looked down at him as she slowly began to move her hips, reacquainting herself with his size, his feel. Her brown eyes were pierced by his blue ones at the same time that her body was pierced by his. She sighed as he shifted his body, his hands resting on her hips as he fought to last, in her warmth, her heaven, for as long as he could.

Callie leaned forward just a bit, changing the angle of their thrusts. And in response, he picked up the speed of his strokes.

A soft music surrounded them; the sound of her small mewls of pleasure, and their bodies joining and rejoining.

He was going to cum, in a second… in two. But it would be soon. And he wanted her with him. his thumb dropped to her clit and he pressed on it, pressed on it at the same time that he passed his other thumb over her hypersensitive nipples.

She threw her head back and froze; letting his body move beneath her as her insides clutched at him. Claimed him.

"Derek." Her voice was hoarse and her body limp as she felt him shudder and arch into her.

***

So yeah, they'd crossed that line.

The mind blowing sex line.

Last time they'd done it – The Spencer Hotel weekend - 'it' had been unplanned. It had been the furthest thing from either of their minds. It wasn't the result of dating; it wasn't the result of hours of cunning preparation. There'd been no seduction. It just happened.

The very unplannedness of it all made it…different from what they were doing now.

That they were sleeping together again (in a non-sleeping/full on frontal nudity' kind of sleeping mode) was now a conscious decision. It was the difference between 'oops, sorry I fell on your dick' and 'how would you feel about having me as a woman' – in your life?

And to be a woman in Derek's life? She knew he didn't want that. How could he want that? She wasn't his type of woman in so many ways. And add to that the fact that she was already throwing his life into chaos with an unexpected pregnancy???? There was no way in hell that Derek Shepherd was looking for someone like her.

And yet…

Two weeks. They'd been having sex again for two weeks. Her place during the week, his RV on the weekends. And it was amazing. It was sexy sex. Warm and hot and delicious sex. It was talking sex, laughing sex. 'I could spend the rest of my life with him' sex.

And Callie was scared as hell.

****

She cut the carrots and spoke to him over her shoulder. "I told Bailey and Webber today."

Derek sat at the foot of his bed, watching Callie, literally barefoot and pregnant, cooking at his stove. He made the wise decision not to comment on irony of the situation and instead, he responded to her statement. "What did they say?"

"Bailey said, 'I didn't think you were getting fat, 'bout time you fessed up.', and Webber hemmed and hawed, congratulated me and awkwardly patted me on the shoulder." She popped a piece of carrot in her mouth.

Derek hopped off of the bed and moved to stand behind Callie. Reaching around her he picked up his own piece of carrot. He let the front of his body rest against her back. "Did you mention me?"

She stopped chopping and leaned her head against his shoulder. "I… I thought I should maybe let you do that. I mean," she put down the knife and turned around in the non-existent space between them, "we haven't really talked about whether you'd want any time off, or… if you'd even want anyone to know… about us." She trailed her fingers along the collar of his t shirt. "About us being co-parents."

"I'm not going to hide my being a father Callie. And I want to spend as much time with the baby as possible." He reached around her and grabbed another slice of carrot. "We can put an announcement in the hospital bulletin if you want to: 'Callie and Derek are soon to be parents'."

"Really?" She let a hand move to the back of his neck and began to massage.

He moved his hands to her hips. "Really."

Those lust hormones she'd been complaining about? Yeah, in triplicate now. "You have to stop saying things like that."

"Why?" He reached around her for a celery stalk.

"You're too sexy when you're sweet. Be mean."

He laughed, "Okay. Umm, how about," he wracked his brain for something mean to say. "Yeah, sorry, I'm at a loss. You're too perfect."

She slipped under his arm in a last ditch attempt to put distance between herself and his pheromones.

"I'm the size of a small cow Derek. Nothing perfect about it." In the last two weeks the weight that Derek had wanted her to gain, had appeared; enforce.

Derek opened his mouth to argue but she stopped him before he could speak. "If you tell me I've blossomed one more time, I swear to God I'll --"

He wrapped his arms around her and interrupted her, "You'll what?"

She melted against the rumble of his chest. "These hormones are so unfair." She stood on tiptoe and brushed her lips against his.

"I kind of like them." He walked her backwards towards the bed.

"You would; you're getting 'stuff' out of them."

"And you're not?" He paused at the edge of the bed, peering down at her and daring her to deny that she got pleasure out of being with him. He might not know how she 'felt' about him, but he knew she wanted him.

She blushed and grabbed the front of his shirt. Mumbling, she offered, "Okay maybe the hormones aren't all bad."

He grinned and followed her onto the bed.