Title: Humming
Parings: Callie/Mark
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: "What's wrong with a little gentle sex, huh? Why isn't that enough all of a sudden?"--"I don't know, ask my g-spot that!"
Closer
No
hesitation
Give me
All that you have
And it's been so long, that I can't explain
Naked
My thoughts are
creeping
To late
The show has begun
And it's been so long, that I can't confess
Callie was never one to complain about her sex life. So far, sex with Mark had not been disappointing. It had been mind-blowing actually. Only, pregnancy altered hormones had made it a bit difficult to be satisfied with mark's sudden urge to be 'soft and careful'. She could love 'careful'. She could. But her hormones wouldn't let her. She had even tried to keep herself occupied by decorating their new house, but, she'd quickly grow tired of looking at color samples.
She writhed under him on their bed, half dressed after almost begging for a morning quickie before they had to go to work. She lifted her hips, urging him to speed up or add more force--but it was useless. She finally sighed and did something she had not had to do in a while after looking at her watch. She showed all signs. Clenched her vaginal muscles, moaned his name enough for him to think he was doing everything right and soon he was done and crawling off of her.
"I hope we're not late. We were late yesterday." He said, buttoning his pants.
"Yep." She said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as she slipped on her shoes.
"You okay?" He asked worriedly, touching her arm firefly, then her slightly swollen stomach, "Are you--did I hurt you?"
"Nope." She answered with a tight grin that secretly regretted he hadn't hurt her just a little bit, "I'm fine." She kissed him lightly on the lips to completely erase the worried look on his face before leading him out to the car.
Later that day, as they stood at the nurses station, conversing over a mutual patient, Callie's mind wandered off to the way his fingers mindlessly twirled a pen in his grasp, the way the veins on his knuckles sort of stuck out with the pressure and she sighed with longing when he winked at her, "Mark, are you scared to hurt me when we have sex?'
His head shot up, self conscious of the people around then and the couple of nurses who had obviously over heard and were now giggling, "What?"
She leaned closer, confidentially, "I mean, I urge you to go faster--harder and nothing."
He watched her, his eyes wide in surprise.
"You hardly even touch my boobs, I mean, honey, you gotta play with them before they're too sore for you to even look at--"
"Okay, come here--" he said, taking her hand and leading her into an empty conference room, "--WHAT?" He asked again as he closed the door.
"SEX, Mark. Our sex. You're so--careful and gentle. You won't just--" She motioned with her fist in a figurative manner.
Mark winced as a few wondering nurses watched from the window and he closed the blinds, "Okay. Callie. I don't' understand. You're not--you don't like it?"
"No, I do. It's fine. It's just…it wouldn't hurt to just--you know--"
"What?"
"--just put your back into it, you know? I know it sounds really weird, but my body's going crazy right now with this baby and--I just…crave a little more."
"Callie, I don't want to hurt you or the baby."
She glared at him, "Are you a surgeon? Huh, Mark? You're a doctor?"
"I know this! I know--but…it's a dad thing. Okay? I'm just feeling like--and you're…"
"The pregnancy's turning you off?"
"No!" he said, "No. Never. You're dangerously sexy. Pregnant or not. You know that. You're just--your skin is softer and--you have a baby in there and--I just start thinking like, maybe…what's wrong with a little gentle sex, huh? Why isn't that enough all of a sudden?"
"I don't know. Ask my g-spot that." She hissed. Look, I'm not asking you to drill a hole in the wall with me. I'm just saying. Nothing will happen if we do it like we used to." She leaned into him then, playing with the collar of his shirt, then leaning in to kiss his chin, "Please?"
He sighed and closed and opened his palms nervously. The urge to kiss her and just have his filthy way with her right there in the conference room was becoming overwhelming and he knew he had to fight it. He gently grabbed hold of her shoulders and pushed her away, "Not here. Okay?"
She couldn't hide the sneer and the annoyed look on her face, "Fine."
"Callie, come on--" He tried to reach for her but she simply shot him a look and disappeared, slamming the door behind her.
He covered his face with his hands and rubbed, "Oh shit." He mumbled. He was definitely not ready for the side effects of a pregnancy.
Callie walked out of the conference room and straight out the front double doors. She breathed in deeply once outside and welcomed the cool air on her face. She started to turn around to find a bench to sit at when she spotted something of interest.
Cristina stood about twenty feet away, arguing with a tall man Callie quickly recognized as the man Cristina picked up at the wedding. Cristina's hand gestures were all over the place. So were his. He said something that made Cristina's jaw drop then caused her to flip him the bird. Callie was then taken aback as, after looking around to make sure no one was watching, Cristina reached up and pulled the man down for a long, hard kiss. The man then said something that seemed to infuriate Cristina, then made her smile and then he walked away.
Callie smirked as Cristina turned around and had the deer-caught-in-the-headlights look down to a science. She stopped in her tracks for only second before continuing towards Callie. "Do not smirk at me." She ordered once reaching her.
"Was that the dude from the wedding? You're still seeing him?"
"Only on the weekends." Cristina responded, non-chalant.
"He lives in New York." Callie laughed, "He flies here every weekend just to see you?"
"I'm good in bed."
"That's it? It's just sex?" Callie asked, skeptically.
Cristina looked up at her and sneered, "You're pregnant." She finally said, not having anything else to say in her defense, "What are you doing out here?"
"Getting some air." She said, following Cristina to a nearby bench, where they sat down.
"Why?"
"Because--" She sighed and sat back, considering not telling her, "--I am a crazy, horny pregnant woman."
"And you need fresh air why? Page McSteamy and get it over with."
"He won't--" She trailed off, "--never mind."
"What?" Cristina asked, leaning forwards, "Do not tell me he won't sleep with you because--"
"No. No, he's more than happy to, trust me. It's just--this kid is making me a little yearning for the rougher love, if you know what I mean. And Mark is scared he's going to fuck the baby out of me--"
Cristina chuckled.
"Not funny!"
"I'm sorry. It's NOT funny. It's just that, king of the man-whores is afraid to sex you up? It's kind of egotistical."
"It's not. It's cute. He said it was a dad thing. What does that mean?"
"I don't know."
"Maybe I'M being unreasonable."
"You're pregnant and horny. You're not thinking clearly. Plus, you can always argue that this is all HIS fault."
Callie nodded in approval as Meredith appeared from behind them and flopped down next to Cristina, "Hey. What are we doing?"
"Mourning my sex life." Callie said, then sat up to catch Meredith's eye, "Did you know Cristina was still seeing Doctor Feel Good from the wedding?"
"The tall guy with the hair?" Meredith asked, then looked at Cristina with mock interest, "Seriously?"
Cristina ignored looking at both of them and sighed, "It's so good to be the single one, let me tell you." She said sarcastically, "But I understand how you'd be so interested in my sex life…since yours is lacking bang potential." She said to Callie.
"Suck it." Callie said with a grimace.
"Someone has to, right?" Cristina answered as Meredith laughed, "I have to go. People to cut open." She stood up, but turned towards Callie before leaving, "Oh. Word of advice. Get a sex toy."
Callie rolled her eyes, then stopped and considered the possibilities as Cristina headed off.
"What's going on?" Meredith asked Callie and after explaining her situation, she nodded and smile, "That's cute."
"I guess." Callie pouted, "I'm a horrible person. Forcing my boyfriend into sexual indiscretions."
Meredith laughed, "Give him some time. He just needs to adjust."
"I don't have time to adjust. It's like a time bomb."
Mark stood against the side of the elevator doors, lost in thought, when the doors opened. He smiled at Callie, who stood inside alone, "Hey." he said as he stepped in and pushed the button to his floor before kissing her cheek, "Listen, about today--"
"I'm sorry." She interrupted, "Sorry I pressured you. I just didn't think the baby bump would make you so sensitive."
He was taken aback and he scoffed, "I am not sensitive about anything."
"It's not like it's a bad thing. I get it." She said sweetly.
"I am NOT sensitive." He repeated, suddenly feeling a bit emasculated.
"It's okay, Mark. Take your time, really." The elevator stopped at her floor and she leaned in to whisper in his ear, "But, just so you know, I'm going to a sex shop today during my lunch hour. You know, to allow you the time to adjust."
He stared as she walked passed him and now definitely felt emasculated, "Whoa--" He stopped the elevator doors from closing with a firm hand, then proceeded towards her. She turned around and he leaned in to whisper, "You're going to go get a sex toy? You don't need one--" He said with a cocky laugh.
"Um--yes I do, Mr. Sensitive." She answered with an equally dry laugh.
"No you--come here." he grabbed her arm and pulled her into the on-call room down the hall. Once inside, he made sure to lock the door then placed his hands on his hips, demanding an explanation with his eyes, "YOU DON'T NEED A SEX TOY."
"Um--I beg to differ--"
He laughed slightly, then reached out and pulled at the hem of her shirt until she was against him and he lowered his head to kiss her, hard.
Her arms immediately flew up around his neck as he pushed her gently back until the backs of her knees hit one of the beds and she slowly fell onto the small bed, with him following shortly after. He trailed kisses over her neck and when he reached up to cup one of her breasts, she placed her hand over his, forcing him to knead harder. She could feel him holding back, so she reached between them, but before she could unzip his pants, he grabbed her wrists and pushed them above her head. She smiled at that and for only a second started to think she had some serious problems if she needed to be manhandled to get off, but it the arousal she was feeling kind of clouded over that.
She licked her lips as he undid the string of her scrub pants. Soon his were undone and he was inside her, and as much, but the sensation was short lived when he kept the same, careful, attentive pace as before. He was doing everything right. And usually, she would enjoy it, but it was just not doing anything for her, "Mark--" She grunted, lifting her hips with the intent to add more pressure and it did for a second, sending her eyes straight to the back of her head.
"Callie, stop it." He groaned, holding her hips down as he slid in and out of her.
She quickly grew annoyed and she pushed at his shoulders, "Stop. Forget it."
He looked down at her, his breath hitched, "What? What's wrong?"
"Nothing. I'm just--not feeling it."
He climbed off her and his face fell a little, "You're not feeling it, or you're not feeling IT?"
"Just--forget it." She put her clothes back on and when he turned around, he was zipping his pants up, he was furious, "What?" She asked.
"I am not going to slam you up against a wall, just so you can get off."
She glared at him, "Fine. Then YOU don't get off. Enjoy your blue balls." She said before storming out of the room.
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Mark laid in bed late that night, not really watching the TV, once in a while glancing at the door when he would hear a sound or Callie moving around downstairs. There were still a few boxes downstairs that needed to be unpacked, and after he'd offered to put them away for her, she'd mumbled, pretty accusingly, that she had a lot of pent up frustration she needed to release, then in a rather hostile tone told him he could go to bed.
He had lowered the volume on the TV and as he listened carefully, he finally heard her footsteps as she went up the stairs. He quickly fluffed the blankets and pulled down her side, making sure her pillows were just right, then quickly pretended to be watching television when she entered their room and rid of her shoes at the door, then stripped of her pants and blouse, reaching for a tee-shirt from a nearby drawer before crawling into bed without a word.
He could feel the body heat as she braided her hair next to him, then scooted down the bed and lied down. Not two seconds later, she grabbed one of the pillows from under her head and placed it between she and Mark, blocking any contact that might or could happen during the night.
Mark sighed and threw up his hands, "You cannot possibly still be mad at me." She said nothing and he grabbed the pillow and tossed it aside. "Callie!" He demanded.
She looked at him for only a second before she broke into laughter.
He glared at her, his eyes narrowed, "You're not mad."
"You really think I'm the kind of person who would be MAD at you for not wanting to have sex with me?"
"I WANT to have sex with you!"
"Well, whatever. I'm not mad."
He shook his head, then leaned down to capture her lips, kissing her once, then twice for good measure, "You're insane."
"I'm not going to make this weird for you. I'm going to blame it on the hormones. But--can we…try? Not NOW, you know, but--you don't even have to talk about it or anything. You can be manly and not--a caring human being if you want. But when you feel okay with the sex thing just--you know…"
"Got it."
Cristina sat across Callie in the cafeteria. She watched her carefully as she frustratingly chewed on a straw, staring ahead, at nothing in particular. They had gone through half of their lunch before Cristina had realized Callie had not been paying attention to her and had spaced out somewhere during the last 10 minutes.
She finally sighed and dropped her fork on her plate, "Seriously. Get a vibrator."
"What?" Callie said, blinking a few times as she came back to reality.
"You're releasing your sexual tension on that straw."
Callie then noticed the plastic thing in her mouth and quickly spit it out, "Oh." She sighed and sat back in her chair, "I'm trying to be understanding and everything but, it's been a week. That's like--a month to me right now. It's not good for my sanity."
"Get a vibrator." Cristina repeated, deadpan, just as Meredith pulled back a seat and sat down, juice box in hand.
She nodded at both Callie and Cristina and opened her mouth to speak, "Are we still sexually frustrated?"
"Oh-my god." Callie exclaimed, looking over Meredith and Cristina's shoulders, a wide smile forming quickly, "Oh my GOD!" She stood up and just about sprinted across the courtyard, "Hey! Ghosts show up on Halloween--"
Addison turned around and immediately beamed a smile as she met her friend half way and hugged her tightly, "Hey, Pregnant." She said and pulled away shortly, "Oh, let me see! Six months. Let me see the bump."
Callie pulled her shirt tight around her belly, showing off the tiny bump proudly as Addison touched it tenderly, "Oh, you're fat." She cooed and they both laughed.
Meanwhile, Cristina and Meredith watched, appalled at the exchange.
"I've NEVER touched her stomach, have you?" Cristina asked Meredith.
"No." Meredith answered, drinking the last of her juice, then tossing the box carelessly on the table.
"That was nice, huh? How she just dumped us to go make out with her platonic girlfriend all of a sudden?"
"Yeah." Meredith laughed, "That tasted good."
"Yeah."
"Mh-hmm."
"Yummy."
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