Title: Bend and not Break (7/?)
Author: VietAngel
Rating: you don't want to know

Summary: George has a huge secret, Callie has huge news, and when the two collide everything explodes…pulling Callie and George apart but opening the door for new lives, new loves, and allowing Callie to reconnect with the father she never really knew.

Author's Note: WARNING - There's some fairly graphic sex ahead, and yes, I know that shouldn't be posted on this site...but to edit this chapter down to an acceptable rating would leave you with nothing. So I either post it or skip the seventh chapter here. I'm taking a chance. The songs suggestions for this chapter are "La Vida Real" by Acida, "Son Tus Manos" by Anita Tijoux, and "Dissolved Girl" by Massive Attack. They really have nothing to do with the story other than it's what I was listening to when I wrote this, and it's the perfect thing to be playing in the background during lazy Sunday sex. Callie strikes me as the kind of woman who has a soundtrack to her life. So anyway, not a lot of dialogue in this chapter, but I wanted to make a point that the baby has brought them closer…to the point that they are so attuned to each other's feelings/needs/desires that they don't need to vocalize it. Enjoy…



He was dreaming…he knew that. The frosted appearance of his surroundings made that blatantly obvious. Real life wasn't lived in soft focus…and he certainly didn't hump apple pies on kitchen counters in reality. It was that damn movie. He and Callie had fallen asleep watching American Pie last night because they were both too exhausted to change the channel or turn off the television. Lucid dreams were such a pain sometimes. He hated not having control of what he was doing.

However, he was intrigued by how much a warm apple pie felt like a woman's mouth. Not just any woman's mouth, it felt like his woman's mouth. Callie was as talented in the bedroom as she was in the OR. Wait a minute—why was his hand sinking into the counter? Why did it feel soft and silky like Callie's hair? He felt nails scrape lightly against his scrotum and finally opened his eyes to the real world. Oh what a beautiful sight he was greeted with. He let his fingers roam through the midnight locks before him, watched intently as her exquisite lips moved slowly up and down his shaft…this woman—sometimes there were no words.

Callie's second trimester had seemingly come out of nowhere, and with it came a voracious appetite for sex. She wanted to be touched all the time. As much as he was enjoying what she was doing, there was something else he wanted—no, needed would be the correct word. He needed to see her face, look into her eyes…he needed to be the one giving pleasure instead of receiving it. His need to make sure she was satisfied had increased immensely since she'd been pregnant. It was about so much more than sex…he was eager to give in to her every whim, whether it was hunting down the chocolate milk she often craved after a surgery or taking a walk with her at 3 a.m. when she couldn't sleep.

"Callie," he called as she scratched her scalp lightly. "Come up here, sweetie."

She looked up at him and smiled before crawling up his body. She was warm and wet against his stomach, and it only served to further his already painful erection. If she would just slide back a fraction of an inch he could slip inside her—but she knew exactly what she was doing. When she was like this, all he had to do was lie back, relax, and let her have her way with him. He wasn't one to complain.

"Hey," she said as she smiled down at him. It was early morning, and the light filtering through the blinds lit her from behind as if she was a fine work of art on a museum wall. She was a fine work of art…a naked and glorious work of art. He was amazed at the changes in her body and he found himself more and more attracted to her with each passing day. Her bronzed skin had a constant radiant glow, her already too thick hair seemed to become even thicker and shinier.

"Hey yourself," he replied as his hands caressed her growing belly. At twenty-one weeks along she was finally showing. He traced the linea negra that had formed from her navel to her pubic bone, and then paused to play in the neatly trimmed thatch of curls between her legs. She moaned softly and he smiled as he continued to devour the sight of her. She leaned forward, planting her hands on either side of his head, and kissed him softly. He wanted so badly to grab the back of her neck and hold her to him, but it was his turn to be passive.

When she sat back up she moved just enough for his shaft to rub against her slick folds. As she began to move her hips in slow, deliberate circles, he had no choice but to sit back and let her do her thing. The one thing he wanted most in the world right now was to be inside her and she wasn't letting him have it…but what she was doing felt damn good. He caressed her thighs before trailing his fingers up her sides, tickling her rib cage and causing her to giggle.

He couldn't resist dipping two fingers into her and she gasped at the unexpected touch. He removed them as quickly as he'd placed them there and she smirked as he licked them clean and stared at her pointedly. She got the hint; she knew what he wanted. She repositioned her hips, slowly lowering herself onto him inch by inch until he was fully sheathed in her warmth. He loved the way her lips always formed a perfect ring as she moaned almost inaudibly when he entered her. He closed his eyes just to relish the incredible feel of her…until he was ripped from his reverie by a soft crunching sound.

"Cal, what the hell…where did you get cookies?" he started. "You're seriously eating cookies during sex?"

"Yes. Got a problem with that O'Malley?" she replied as she coked her head to the side and quirked an eyebrow at him. She continued to much on her snack as she waited for his answer.

"No, ma'am. In fact, I think it just might be the sexiest thing I've ever seen," he replied. "You keep doing your thing, mama…I'm going to keep my mouth shut and enjoy the show."

"Good answer," she said. She fed him the last bite of the cookie and finally began to move up and down at a leisurely pace, tightening her muscles on the upstroke just the way he liked. He alternated between cupping her ass and her breasts as he watched her ride for a while. That was another of the many changes caused by the pregnancy. Her breast had grown a full cup size and her nipples had darkened to the color of milk chocolate, like Hershey's kisses…and to him they tasted just as sweet. He leaned up to capture one in his mouth. She let out a ragged breath and fisted a hand in his hair. He showered the other with the same attention before lying back down.

She tossed her head back and he knew she was getting close. He could tell that she was getting tired. Since she'd started showing they'd had to experiment with different positions to accommodate her growing belly. Having her on top allowed her the most control, but it also made her back ache if she held the position too long. Pain briefly flitted across her face and he knew that it was starting to bother her. As much as he loved watching her ride him, her comfort was of the utmost importance. He reached up and rolled her nipples between his thumb and forefinger…she was so sensitive lately that it was enough to push her over the edge. He caressed her belly as the waves of her first orgasm of the day washed over her, feeling her muscled ripple beneath his hands.

When he was satisfied that she'd come down from her high, he lifted her off of him and lowered her to the bed. His hard-on was still raging and now it was her turn to sit back and relax while he did all the work. He grabbed her hips and pulled her down so that she was positioned at the edge of the bed with her legs spread. He propped her up with a couple of pillows so she wasn't flat on her back. He locked eyes with her, silently asking her if she was up for another round. She smiled and wrapped her legs around his waist. That was all the answer he needed. She licked her lips as she watched him enter her slowly…that look alone was almost enough to make him lose it, but he stayed focused.

He tickled the back of her knees and made her laugh. She had this infectious, child-like giggle that was like music to his ears. He did it again, and again, feeling her tense around him as she laughed—always moving in and out of her. When he finally stopped she was flushed and out of breath. Her legs started to tremble around him and she held her bottom lip between her teeth. He knew he couldn't hold out much longer.

"I love you," he whispered in her ear as he leaned over her, careful to not put any pressure on her stomach. She was too far gone to speak and he lovingly trailed kisses along her jaw line and neck. He straightened up and picked up the pace this time. A few strokes later and she could feel him spurting inside her as she moaned in pleasure and thrashed her head from side to side as she milked him. He reached down and began circling her clit with his thumb, then smiled as he watched her writhe and cum for the second time—his name spilling from her lips over and over again. Watching her face in the midst of an orgasm was the most beautiful sight in the world to his eyes.

When they had both come down from their high, the moved back up the bed and cuddled underneath the covers. It was Sunday morning, the sun was shining, birds were singing, and there was soft music playing in the background. They were naked, sated, and that's the way he planned on keeping it all day. It was blissfully peaceful…

…until "Dude Looks Like a Lady" started blasting from the speakers.

"Callie!" he exclaimed as he stared at her incredulously.

"What?" she asked innocently. "Steven Tyler is hot!"

She was unbelievable…and he loved the hell out of her for it. And the song was soon lost in the laughter that filled the room as he tickled her into submission.

TBC