Welcome to a Brallie story! Definitely noticed a lack in stories. And with no new episodes I rewatched both the Fosters and Good Trouble, again.

NOTE: Brandon and Callie definitely belong together. I will stand by this ship even after it 'ended' (which it has not).

SPOILERS: If you haven't seen season two final of Good Trouble. Story starts the second the episode ends.

WARNINGS: cheating, confessions, mild drinking, adoptive incest (I think that's a thing) and swearing. Oh and smut.

Without further ado, enjoy Brandon and Callie love!

Sipping on Something

Making tough decisions in the moments that matter most was something Callie prided herself on. Not always, but usually she did a pretty good job with this. In her book, actions always tell the important yet unspoken words. With reactions, people can't take their time to craft or paint themselves in a light that they want others to see.

Which is where she currently stood on the subject. If someone's actions told her something based off of their decisions, she had to believe them. In this moment, Jamie's actions were telling and she wasn't going to let him sweep the case to the side. That, and she wasn't going to give him a chance to talk his way out of things. In law school she learned how law students and lawyers specifically know their way around words.

Some may argue words are key to a conversation. However, for Callie it was others' lack of action and accountability that always told her what she needed to know. She believed that a person's actions or lack thereof, always revealed their true character. It was moments like this that made her question her life choices.

Interpreting Jamie's ethics surrounding this case was one thing to look past. It was another to watch him repeatedly choose himself and his own ideals over the welfare of others. That was her line in the metaphorical sand. It wasn't something she could just agree to disagree with. Which may have broken her heart, but in the end she chose.

Stepping back inside the Coterie tonight felt different to her now than it had when she left. What really felt different was her relationships with everyone there. Especially with Mariana, even as the small Latina comforted her.

Callie felt suffocated and needed air. It was to her dismay that her moment alone ended up brief. Then again, it was the roof.

Faking small talk with Gael wasn't difficult for her, nor was putting on a smile as if nothing was bothering her. What was difficult, was how alone she felt at this moment.

"Wanna come in for a drink?" Gael pulled her from her thoughts as he motioned to his dimly lit greenhouse room.

"I'm probably going to turn in for the evening," she said with a small smile. "I appreciate the offer though."

Watching him nod as his smile lessened, Callie looked around them and then towards the silent comfort now heavy with regret and something else she couldn't quite place.

"Welcome back Callie," Gael replied while she sighed.

Tossing a smile at him, she started back towards the stairs with a forced laugh and a 'it's good to be back'. Though she mentally noted he probably missed the small change in pitch of her tone that not many would catch.

Not even Mariana would have realized, the thought made her sigh. No one really cares what you feel. Who would?

Pushing open the door that led to the roof, Callie looked down at her phone and noted it was past two in the morning. The breath of fresh air was still the only thing she could do to alleviate the bubbling of her emotions.

Well, not the only thing, Callie tilted her head to her right while biting her lip.

Quickly, she made her way into the kitchen and bent over to the Coterie's liquor stash. Hoping to find either some wine to settle her nerves or even some vodka to help her sleep, she huffed. Looks like she now had the excuse to make a night trip to a drug store.

Grabbing a jacket, shoes, and wallet she made her way to the elevator without a second thought.

The city was definitely different at night. Notably it was definitely less busy yes, but also it was the type of people. She held her now opened bottle of vodka in one hand as she walked back towards The Coterie. Pulling up her phone she clicked on Facebook to help still her thoughts. Just as she made it to the home page, she instantly saw a familiar scruffy face with a green active bubble beside it.

Interesting, she thought with a twitch of her left brow.

Pausing on the sidewalk she left Facebook and went to messages. It had been a bit since their last text so she had to search his name. Brandon…

You awake…?

After hitting send, Callie took another swig of her burning clear liquid with a wince. Sighing, she watched the seen check mark appear followed by the three dancing dots. She wasn't sure if it was the drink or the night's events, but she felt anxious as he typed.

Yeah, why are you? Everything okay?

Callie couldn't help, but smile at his concern. It was almost as if she could actually see his face with his brow frowning and eyes softening.

Are you and Eliza home?

She watched the text instantly change to read. The bubbling she felt still lingering in the pit of her stomach. It was probably just lack of sleep.

Well, I am. Eliza is in Amsterdam for the next few weeks. Callie bit her bottom lip as he continued to type. Why? Do you want to talk?

She quickly typed, would it be alright if I came over?

Without waiting for his reply, Callie quickly requested a Coche driver. She wasn't sure why, but she wanted to see him. Maybe he would understand why she did what she did.

Callie that's crazy. It's a 20 minute drive, she read his response and quickly replied.

It'll be fine. I'm on my way.

After a few moments, her driver pulled up and she slipped into the backseat before giving off his address listed from her phone contacts.

The closer she got to his apartment door, the more intense the bubbling feeling felt. She missed this feeling. It was something she would normally push away, but in the warmth of the alcohol she welcomed it. With a shaky sigh, she knocked upon the door.

After only seconds and the click of locks the door swung open. The first thing she noted was his attire matched hers before looking into his eyes. He looked tired and had a short and nicely groomed beard. It was also the same softened expression of concern that she'd pictured over the phone.

"I still think you coming all this way to talk, is crazy," he said and followed up with a small lopsided smile.

Mirroring his expression she walked past him into his home. At first she looked over the nicely decorated entryway and listened to the door shut followed by the locks. Without looking behind her she continued inside into what looked to be the living room. Instantly hit with slight sadness when she saw a few boxes to the right.

Turning around, Callie watched him cross his arms and lean against the threshold of the entryway. By the look on his face he seemed to feel the same way when he looked at the boxes. Swallowing her feelings, she sighed.

"So you're really leaving?" Her voice was a whisper and she set her bottle down on the coffee table.

"It's the right thing to do, for us both. Being apart for that long just seems selfish…" he shrugged and his response made both her brows raise, which he stuttered to continue. "I-I think it'll be good?"

Callie couldn't help her breathy laugh escape and he rolled his eyes. It was then she noticed how he caught onto the small change in pitch of her tone.

"Are you trying to convince me or yourself, Brandon?" She wondered aloud and could see she grated on his nerves with that one.

"Look we already talked about this Callie. Like I said, sometimes in relationships it's about compromise and making sacrifices to make things work." He uncrossed his arms as she shook her head before turning to sit on the couch behind her.

"Right, and what sacrifices is she making here Brandon?" She rolled her eyes and leaned backwards into the couch. "Because from where I'm at, this whole relationship it's been you making all the sacrifices."

"That's not true. Eliza's made sacrifices too." He walked toward her and sat on the loveseat to her left "Is that why you came here? Because you don't think I should go?"

Callie closed her eyes, focusing on the bubbling warmth that refused to leave since she texted him.

"No." She felt her voice weaken and her eyes burn. "I - I don't know. Jamie and I broke up."

Opening her eyes, she watched that concern in his expression return. Shrugging, Callie felt a soft laugh escape her before the burning in her eyes intensified.

"Callie.." his voice was soft and she crossed her arms after wiping the corner of her eyes. "What happened?"

"It has to do with a case at work that we both are tied to." She paused with a shaky sigh before she watched him leaning forwards towards her. "Uh, well his company is representing another company that's buying up all these apartment complexes to turn them into mental health prisons."

"Wait, seriously?" Brandon frowned his brows suddenly and Callie knew he was on her side. "Like for the homeless?"

Callie nodded, feeling a weight on her shoulders lighten. He always seemed to get her.

"Exactly, and the clinic I'm working at I get to talk with individual's who have been affected. I'm seeing first hand how this is affecting those communities." Callie uncrossed her arms and shook her head, "And Jame's lead on his case. So it was surprising to find out that these people living in these apartments, don't know the outcome or have all the facts."

"Let me guess, because of that, these people know this information now?" Callie watched him shake his head before rubbing a hand against his stubble.

"Uh, yes. They do," she paused, and bit softly on her lip. "I may have told a friend to warn people at the current complex to refuse the offer. They needed to know the facts."

Brandon shook his head and now he understood the reason. "And you betrayed Jamie by warning them…"

Callie nodded as Brandon sighed, before she asked, "What, you think I should have sat by while all these people continue to lose their homes?"

"I think that it goes back to making decisions based upon wanting a relationship to succeed or not. You made the choice knowing it wouldn't be good for him." Callie felt put off by his response.

"Oh, so you do think I made the wrong choice." She felt a sudden wave of anger.

"Ethically it's horrible what they're doing, yes." He shook his head pausing with his mouth slightly parted. "But Callie, you weren't willing to make the compromise in your relationship for Jamie. And yeah, you chose yourself."

Callie felt almost nauseous at the abrupt turn of guilt and anger. How could he say she never made compromises?

"That is not true, and you know that Brandon." She knew her tone was biting and his expression mirrored her own. "What Jamie did was unethical, sure. But if he's consistently making decisions from his own bias of lower class citizens, then that is my line. I will not stand by when someone lets something wrong happen for their own benefit."

"Oh no, I know that Callie. After all this time, I just thought... I don't know." He huffed and shook his head again. "Point is, I know you better than you think."

"If you think I was going to just stand by, then maybe you don't, 'know me'." She growled reaching for the bottle to take a needed drink.

"That's not what I said," he scoffed, "You reacted exactly how I know you would. I was referring to the fact that you weren't making a compromise for your relationship."

"Then no, I will not make a compromise for my own benefit if it negatively affects others." She watched Brandon nod in agreement as if he was agreeing.

"That's a first." She could tell the second he said it, he regretted it.

"What, you don't think I make compromises?" She felt her jaw clench and nodded her head at his response.

"No Callie, you don't normally make compromises. You take your personal moral compass and decide what's right and wrong." He shrugged and she scoffed.

"Screw you Brandon." She snatched her bottle and stood up.

"Callie…" he stood up too as she brushed past him. Spinning around to face him, she shook her head. Maybe it was the vodka that helped her with her next words, but she knew it was from the bubbling warmth she still felt even now.

"I make compromises and sacrifices too Brandon!" She screamed, her eyes burning with hot tears. Setting her bottle back down she proceeded to give him a small shove backwards. "You of all people know that I do."

He remained speechless as he looked at her. Reaching up she wiped away her tears with a shaky forced breath.

"I- I know you have made sacrifices Callie." He still was angry, she could tell, but his voice wasn't as volatile as hers had been. "I-"

"Really, you do? Because if you did, then how could you say that?" She tried to level her breathing.

"Yes, I do Callie." He refused to look at her and it drove her over the edge. "I- I said it because-"

"No, you obviously don't think that Brandon." She reached up to tuck a section of her hair behind her ear.

"I'm giving you my viewpoint Callie!" He paused and closed his eyes. "You came here to talk, so I'm telling you that if I was him, how I would perceive your actions."

"Why is it you think I am looking for you to justify his actions or explain what he thinks of me?" She pursed her lips while raising both eyebrows.

"I-I don't know. Do you want me to sit here and just agree?" He tilted his head with narrowed eyes.

"No, I want to hear thoughts on the subject. What I don't want is you putting your viewpoint into explaining my ex-boyfriend's thoughts." she shook her head. "And how come you think that I don't make sacrifices?"

Brandon sighed, "Fine. Third party opinions only. And all I meant was that you don't naturally stop to think about your actions once you've decided something."

"Wow!" She blinked a few times with a good laugh and made a mental note how he ignored her reference to explain an ex's point of view.

"Callie-" she shook her head and was done.

If he wants to go there, fine. The thought was sudden as well as the anger.

"Contrary to your opinion of me, I do put other people before myself. Probably too much." Resting her hands upon her knees she smiled in anger.

"Really? Because when you make a choice there's usually someone that gets hurt." He looked at her.

"I gave up being with you Brandon!" She snapped and then felt tears resurface while he immediately looked at her. "How's that for sacrifices?"

"Callie-" he tried to say something, but she needed to finish.

"No, I put the feelings that I have about you aside for family. That was the compromise I could live with." She shakily closed her eyes, "That choice wasn't for my benefit. It was because of everyone involved. You know that if I had chose based on my feelings alone. Things would have been different."

The only sounds she could hear was their breathing and it remained that way for longer than she expected. When she opened her eyes, she met with green ones that finally found what they were looking for. He started toward her and she found herself stepping back against the wall for support. Callie could feel his warmth invade her space as he visibly swallowed.

"Have?" The single word caught her off guard. "As in present tense?"

Shit , Callie felt suddenly frozen and unsure. Stupid vodka.

"H-had." She attempted to correct and he stepped even closer. "I meant had."

They still had refused to look away from the other. Maybe it was just her, but the air around them was a good kind of heavy. One that she had missed.

"Why'd you come here tonight Callie?" His voice was soft and she could hear the change in his tone. There was an edge to his perfectly selected words that she could feel.

"I-" she blamed the alcohol that seemed to keep words just out of reach. "Because I missed my best friend?"

Hoping the answer would satisfy his question she refused to look away. Maybe he would focus on the words rather than the fact her answer seemed to come off as more of a question. She felt her breathing pause as he took another step closer before placing his right hand on the wall to her left.

"If that's true, then why'd that sound like a question..." From his tone, she noticed it wasn't just her having trouble with speaking.

Looking to her right away from him, Callie attempted to real her emotions back in. Maybe coming here was a bad idea.

"I don't know. It was a fact." She then felt his left hand upon her cheek pulling her attention back towards him.

With his fingers still resting upon her skin, she involuntarily shivered under his touch. It was obvious that he noticed this when he dragged his fingers down and grazed her parted lips before pulling down slightly. Both of their breathing was the only thing that either of them could hear.

"I don't believe it was your only reason." He whispered in a lower voice that made the bubbling warmth fold into itself before spilling inside her.

Without lifting his fingers, Callie revealed in the feeling of his trailing his fingers down her jaw and while his thumb once more brushed her bottom lip. The touches were soft, but they both knew that they were far from innocent. It was then she noticed him looking into her eyes. This was before she shifted her gaze towards his lips and back. The action alone signaled what she was thinking.

"This isn't fair…" he broke their silence before swallowing once more.

"Which part?" Answering vaguely was her only option at this point while his touch remained trailing down and pausing on her neck.

"All of it…" his response came out harsher than she anticipated and he dropped his hand before motioning to her. "This... You being here in the middle of the night. I mean, it's obvious that you're either drunk or at least mildly intoxicated. And so you could what? Say things like - like that?"

"It's not like I planned coming here…" her features fell.

"Of course you didn't. You don't plan anything, you just act in a typical Callie fashion." He reached up and rubbed his face with a huff.

"You're right. This is me just being explosive and impulsive, per usual." She rolled her eyes and started to try and put some space between them. Only his left hand quickly made its way to her right side as he closed her in.

"No," he said with his lips parted and eyes glistening.

The sudden movement startled her as she turned her attention back towards his. There was something in his expression that seemed like a distant memory, only this time it wasn't a memory it was happening.

"You know how I've felt about you…" he spoke bluntly, his eyes searching. "It's been you since the moment we met and - and here you're telling me these feeling I've been trying to live with for years, isn't something I've felt alone?"

"Of course you aren't the only one!" She felt angry that he accused her of knowing. "It doesn't change the fact that you're legally my brother!"

Everything about the subject hurt to relieve. It felt as if she couldn't breathe or that he wanted her to remember this feeling.

"I know, okay!" He shouted and clenched his firsts.

"And I - I know you remember what we decided when I was adopted." Her voice was cold. "That is still very much intact Brandon. You're my brother. Not to mention you are married."

Callie watched his eyes racing back and forth across her face and his lips parted. After knowing him so long, she knew he was about to say something he might regret later.

"Adopted, and that doesn't change anything that's happened between us." He bit out rather quickly and Callie shivered. "It doesn't change the fact I still remember what it feels like to kiss you. Let alone what it felt like to be inside of you…"

Callie suddenly forgot what it was like to breath as her heart stuttered and that bubbling warmth filled her gut with memories. It was all too much.

"I can't- we can't even be talking about this." She shook her head and closed her eyes.

"No, you don't get to do that. We need to talk about this." He used his left hand to pull her attention back to him. "I only married, because I thought that you didn't want me."

"Didn't want you?" She scoffed loudly, his touch tingled and her heart raced. "You're the only one that I've wanted to be with. But I can't, Brandon. You know this. It's the promise we made to each other."

"No, I don't accept that this time. It's not good enough. We're no longer teenagers sneaking around." He paused, moving her attention towards him once more by tilting her head up a little by her chin. "It's not like you won't have a family, Callie. You know you'll always be a part of the family."

"It's the principle Brandon!" She snapped, knowing that this was another one of her difficult choices. "I want to be able to live with myself knowing I did everything I could to do the right thing. Even if that means sacrificing things I love or want."

The look on his face broke her heart because all she wanted was to be with him. Being together, with her studying law while he played piano in their living room. Then kissing and making love in their bed each night. The future she wished for.

"I've said it before and I'll say it again. You deserve to be happy, Callie." His eyes reflected her own emotions of heartbreak, but also desire. "You've got to think about what makes you happy too. Otherwise, you'll come to resent the family you're wanting. And I'm not saying that for my benefit."

"Really? If that's what you think, then what were you saying about compromising again?" She shot back quickly and he clenched his jaw. "All those things you said earlier about making things work even if they're sacrificing your own feelings."

"Fine! You're right, I'm scared about paying my dues and I'm upset about not being where I want to in my career." He growled while glaring at her. "And yes, I believe that you do need to make compromises in a relationship. But not at the expense of your happiness!"

Callie shook her head, "I don't buy that. You're willing to pack up and move to Amsterdam at your own expense. But when it's my life I'm supposed to live it selfishly?"

"I was willing to move because of how I feel about you!" His words were deafening and they made her freeze. "I didn't know I had another option. You do."

Callie stood still, her breathing uneven from arguing and his confession. He was sacrificing his own happiness at every turn because he wanted to be with her. Here she was sacrificing her own happiness because she thought he was in love with Eliza. Sure the principle of the subject mattered, but was it the only thing in their way?

"I-" she was at a loss. How does one deny the person they love the most happiness?

"Before you go and redirect the conversation, think about this Callie," he paused to reach up and brush her hair behind her ear. "What would you tell Jude if he told you his heart belonged to someone who loved him back. Would you tell him, the principle of what's 'ethical' mattered more or would you tell him he should be happy?"

The answer was obvious: she would tell Jude to be happy. Brandon obviously knew this, as he pursed his lips with a nod.

"Exactly." His voice had softened and made her heartbeat faster. "With that in mind Callie, why are you any different?"

God, he knew her as if he had studied her for years. And knowing him, he most likely did. Probably as closely as he did when he practiced piano or composed music. Every little action she had and every little word she said, he knew just how to read her. If loving someone so fully felt like this, maybe she was ready to embrace it this time.

"Okay…" her voice was a whisper and the look on his face was one of shock. It was obvious he didn't expect her to cave.

His brows twitched in confusion while she swallowed her nerves. Before he could even react, her eyes drifted down towards his lips slightly parted.

Screw it, with that thought she closed the distance between them while she dragged her hands up his chest.

His reaction was dazed at first in order to find his bearings, but he followed up with both hands pulling her towards him. One hand slipped down and paused on her lower back while the other slipped behind her neck. Callie's senses were on overload while they both attempted to pull the other as close as possible. Maybe it was the rough prickly feeling of his facial hair that added to the sensations. That was the only thing different about kissing him and boy did she miss this.

Everything at that moment felt right. With each biting sway, Callie noted it was as if they completed the other so acutely that it hurt. Right now she wanted to drown in this feeling that vibrated from her head to her toes. Which was exactly the plan, even if he said she didn't plan.

Taking the opportunity, she stepped closer to him forcing him to stumble backward. Breaking the kiss, Callie looked for his eyes that have haunted her for so long. He saw this as he reached out and gently pulled her by her wrist as he stepped backward towards the couch. It was the desire in his eyes that encouraged her to give him a good shove backwards onto the couch while he huffed in response.

"Shit Callie," he said.

Brandon then looked up at her, and she couldn't stop the amusement in her features or the small smirk playing at her lips. Callie took the opportunity to slowly unzip her hoodie while he stared up at her in awe. The anticipation was killing her and by the look on his face, he too felt it too.

He smiled softly back as she discarded the jacket on the floor leaving her in a white tank top. Then he reached out with one hand on her hip before spinning her sideways. Confused by this she looked at him, but immediately understood when he grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward him. In order to stop herself from awkwardly falling, she helped guide her legs together before landing sideways into his lap with a laugh.

"Brandon," she giggled his name and he chuckled in response.

"You've no idea how long I've wanted this moment to be real." He said as she looked into his eyes. "You're right, about everything. This is unethical... and- and wrong. I know that because I've weighed every single outcome. But it doesn't change things for me. I can't discard how right being with you feels."

All Callie could do was nod and with a sad smile see leaned in to gently kiss him. Time was irrelevant when her lips were on his. It was definitely the vodka that spurred her to adjust in his lap without breaking their kiss. Placing her left knee beside his right hip, she suckled on his bottom lip before nibbling upon it with her teeth. She hummed in satisfaction as he groaned into her kiss while he grabbed her at the hips. The way he guided her so that she was straddling him made her lightheaded.

It wasn't until one hand slowly slipped under her tank top and onto her bare skin did she break the kiss with a gasp. Even though they only had one night where he'd been able to study her body, he knew it well. Taking the opportunity, he trailed his hand up and proceeded to cup her bare left breast in his hand. The motion made her hips buckle while he lazily trailed kisses against her neck.

One night all those years ago had obviously been enough for him. Though she knew she shouldn't have been surprised considering he was a talented musician. It was her turn to pull a reaction from him as she rocked her hips forward before grinding down into his hardened bulge. He groaned against her neck while meeting her hips with a thrust of his own.

She responded to this movement with a shaky moan and a breathy whisper of his name. "Brandon… "

That was the last straw when she looked into his eyes seeing how badly he needed her. It was almost enough to match her own desire. Callie untangled herself from him as she stood up with weak knees. The look of understanding in his features tugged at her. Raising an eyebrow and a challenging smirk, Callie stepped away from him.

With that he smiled back and quickly pulled himself to his feet. Callie knew that this was different from their first time together. This was pure and raw need. Turning to her right she rounded the couches toward a small area near the patio doors. With a squeak, she laughed before ending up near a black piano she knew was his. It was located by a floor to ceiling window, the only thing beside it was a singular potted plant. After she climbed the three steps, she felt him wrap his arms around her waist that yanked her back into him.

With a laugh, she felt him spin her around to rest his forehead against hers. The feeling of his uneven breaths brushing her flushed face. Looking into his eyes, she knew what he was feeling.

Then they moved quickly, tearing at the others' clothing. It was as if they couldn't get rid of everything between them fast enough. First to go was her tank top and his t-shirt, followed by her ripping her sweats down the length of her legs as he pulled at his own.

Callie watched Brandon reaching for her and abruptly pulling her into him. It was the feeling of his bare chest against hers that did it for her. Gasping, with one hand grabbing the back of his neck she moaned when he dipped his head beside her neck. Brandon then guided her backward against the piano while pulling her panties down her thighs with her help.

Contracting temperatures between the heat of his body pressing her onto the chilled surface of his piano made her gasp. Once she freed one leg from her panties, Brandon lifted her onto the ledge that covered the keys. He then proceeded to settle between her legs. Only his black boxer briefs were left.

Callie took this as her opportunity to reach between them and shoving the last barrier out of their way. Feeling just how hard he was under her touch she moaned. He inhaled sharply and she felt his breath against her skin. He then moved his head back towards with his lips ghosting against hers. In one subtle movement he guided himself against her slick heat.

"Fuck," he breathed against her mouth as she whimpered in response. "You need to be sure about this, Callie."

She nodded looking at him through half lidded eyes. Even in the mild haze of light drinking, she knew this was what she wanted.

"I'm sure…" she breathed quickly brushing her lips against his as she wrapped her legs around his waist. "I've never been more sure about anything in my life, Brandon."

Then she helped guide him against her entrance before using her legs to help him sink into her heat. The feeling of having him slide inside her was one she couldn't forget. It was even better than the first time that she had burned into her memory. With an open mouthed gasp, he covered her mouth with his own before he pushed all the way inside.

The warmth blossomed in her abdomen as he momentarily stilled himself as they adjusted to the feeling. He then pulled his hips backwards only to thrust inside slowly. It was the action itself that made her pull him closer as if that were possible. With each thrust of her hips meeting his, she felt the building pressure inside of her, knowing full well this wouldn't last much longer for either of them.

Breaking the kiss, he dipped his head and trailing his lips against her skin. Once he lowered his face, he stilled inside her before taking her left nipple between his teeth.

"Brandon-" she dug her nails into his upper arm. "Fuck, I'm… close…"

With a grunt, he stopped his administration's on her chest to look her in the eyes. Then he quickly resumed his movements, thrusting inside her. Each time he pushed himself into her she would feel the pulsating warmth. This was better than drinking or any other feeling she had experienced before.

Listening to the creaking sound of the piano and the skin brushing rhythmically, Callie felt his thrusts quickening. She then focused on the pools of lively green before her.

"That's it, Callie…" he coaxed in breathy whispers against her parted lips.

Their eyes locked as he doubled his pace before moving a free hand between them. It was the brush of pleasure she felt when two of his fingers circled her gem that unleashed a flood of warmth.

"Brandon," She moaned loudly.

Then felt the fluttering of pleasure vibrating throughout her whole body. The echoing heat thrummed inside her as her legs began to shake and her nails dug in deeper.

"Callie… Fuck…" his voice mirrored her own.

And even through the haze of her own orgasm she felt him following her with a grunt. His warmth spilling inside her before he closed the distance between their lips.

With her eyes closed, they slowed their movements and she basked in the residual high she felt. She then rested her forehead against his while feeling the tingle in her lips. Noting mentally she could still feel his arm that currently remained wrapped around her. Brandon proceeded to pull her flush against him causing her to gasp. Opening her eyes to meet his, she couldn't help but laugh while still catching her breath.

"What?" He looked confused, but he couldn't help his smile that formed.

"Nothing, I just…" she kissed him briefly and pulled back. "I'm just happy."

Brandon nodded in agreement as they untangled their bodies. The absence of his warmth felt apparent when the sweat on her body made her shiver. He took her hand as she shakily slipped off of the piano.

"Oh shit," he startled her as she looked at his expression. "I didn't - we didn't-"

Instantly she knew what he was referring too. He hadn't pulled out.

"Shh…" she leaned into him with a kiss. "Brandon, relax. We'll be fine. Let's just go to bed, and we'll deal with it in the morning."

He hesitated momentarily, and then nodded before leading her to the back room. All she wanted to think about tonight, was how happy she was to be back in his arms again.

"Callie," she looked at him as he paused. "I meant it when I said that its always been you... and I don't know what everything means yet, but I wanted you to know that I love you. Always have."

With a small smile, she nodded, "I love you too Brandon. You really are my best friend."

Giving his hand a gentle squeeze, he smiled back at her. This was her home. With Brandon.