I wanted more

Than life could ever grant me
Bored by the chore
Of saving face

My angel wings
Were bruised and restrained
My belly stings

Alex heard the vibration of his cell phone on the nightstand. He tightened his eyes and tightened his already possessive hold on Callie, who slept beside him, ignoring the piercing sound the vibrating had become. It rang again. He grunted as he flipped over on his back and reached for the phone. He looked at the screen. Restricted. His eyes widened at seeing the time. 8:30 pm. They had slept all day. He made sure his phone was off before putting it back where it was.

He turned back over and smiled at the sleeping raven haired woman next to hi, her lips pouted in discomfort of the glare of the streetlights that had suddenly hit her face. He leaned over and kissed her lips, then her cheek and she groaned in protest and turned her head the other way. He chuckled and brushed her hair aside, leaving tiny kisses along the back of her neck as he rubbed her bare back affectionately. "Wake up."

"No." She mumbled against her pillow.

"Come on. Get up. I'll feed you." He continued trailing open mouthed kisses down her back, pulling the sheets further down as he went.

She opened her eyes and let out a low, throaty laugh as he licked the curve of her spine. "For future reference, I am not a morning person."

"That's good to know." he kissed her lower back before resting his cheek on it, watching her shoulder blades move slightly under the soft night light peaking from the curtains. "It's not morning though. We slept all day. It's eight-thirty."

"Really?" She asked, turning over on her back.

He lifted his head as she turned over then settled his head back down on her stomach. "Yeah."

"Then I should technically be sleeping."

"Come on, Callie." He crawled up her body, until he was hovering above her. "--we need to eat. We need air." He placed loud, exaggerated kisses on her neck and it made her laugh.

"Oh, god. Okay. Okay, okay, okay." She kissed him lightly then slipped out from under him and out of bed.

Before she was completely out of reach, he grabbed her hand and pulled her back on the mattress.

She squealed in surprise. "I thought you were hungry."

"Two minutes." He wrapped both arms around her and kissed her lips one. Twice. He had found a new hobby. "Do you think it's weird that this isn't weird?"

She took a second to think then looked him straight in the eye. "Yes. Actually, you know what?"

"What?"

"I'm going to tell you something and I mean it in the best possible way."

"What? Do I have morning breath? Or night breath?" He asked, pulling away slightly.

"No." She reassured, kissing him again. "You actually don't. No, um, I just think that--we're a couple as of now, right?"

"I hope so."

"Okay. Well, I don't think we should tell anyone. Not yet anyway. Not that I want o hide out in here forever."

"That would be nice though."

"BUT." She continued. "Just--not at work, you know?"

"That is more than okay with me."

"Really?" She beamed.

"Yeah. It's hard enough keeping a good relationship without half the hospital in your business."

"Yes." She kissed him, lingering a moment. "Yes, exactly."

"And this is good. This is a good thing. Just you and me. Maybe later--when the project has…progressed a bit, we'll let the others in. Right now--"

"It's good."

"Yeah. It is."

"It is." She laughed at the way he was looking at her. "I'm going to go take a shower now. Don't look at me like that."

"Like what? And who's stopping you?" He slithered his hand between her legs.

She narrowed her eyes.

"I'm not doing anything. My hand is just--simply resting there and if you don't get up, I'm going to assume it's okay."

She gasped as his fingers teased her. She was surprised at how quickly he caused a reaction in her. She drew in a sharp breath when he finally thrust two fingers hard inside her. She clung to his shoulder and moaned as he continued and in a couple of minutes, he curled his fingers inside her and her hips began to thrust forward as she draped a leg over his hip for a better angle.

"Oh, fuck." She groaned as her orgasm came in one sharp hit and she was left breathless, clinging to him tightly.

He kissed her forehead, pulled the blankets off his body and dumped them on hers as he stood up. "I'm going to shower. You're obviously in no shape."

She rolled her eyes and laughed as he disappeared into the bathroom and she stretched under the covers. She was happy.

XXX

Callie hated Mondays. Despised them. A Monday was a good way to get her pissed. But not this Monday. Nope. This Monday was the morning after a really good Sunday spent in bed, followed by lunch at nine at night then sex in the back seat of Alex's car just outside the restaurant where they ate.

He had left her hotel room a few hours before she did. He had practically spent the entire weekend there and needed clean clothes, and they had decided to arrive in separate cars anyway so it seemed like the thing to do.

She walked briskly up the parking lot and into the hospital. Her morning was slow. She had no patients until ten, which were a boy with a broken leg a girl with a sprain ankle. She busied herself with paperwork--filling her mind space with something other than Alex. And his tongue. God, that tongue of his could do wonders. She smiled to herself, walking down toward the nurses station where Bailey was yelling at her interns. Alex being one of them. Her smile quickly turned into a devious smirk at spotting him leaning against the desk, behind Bailey, who seemed to be giving Yang and Grey an earful while Izzie and George stood just beside them, eye fucking like there was no tomorrow. They saw her and she rolled her eyes when they quickly stepped away from each other. Alex saw her next as she came to stand next to him and a nurse handed her a chart.

"Hey, Dr. T." He greeted, a hint of--something in his tone.

"Good morning, Karev." She said carelessly.

Miranda Bailey turned around at the sound of her name in the midst of one of her famous, clever name calling of her "thumb suckers". "Oh, Doctor Torres. You mind taking one of mine? I've got things to do and I don't have time to baby-sit."

"Sure." She nodded. "It's pretty slow. I've got a hip replacement though, if anyone's interested."

"Yang is interested. Yang, go."

Cristina began to protest but she knew better and instead shut up.

"Can I come too?" Alex asked and both Bailey and Callie looked at him curiously. "I just--you know--like hip replacements."

"Ugh. Fine. Both of you. Go."

Callie lead both Alex and Cristina down the corridor, shaking her head slightly. This was going to be a long day.

Alex simply admired what he could get of her ass through her white coat.

XXX

They got through Monday with only slight difficulty. Callie could feel Alex staring at her from across the operating table. Cristina wasn't paying much attention, seeing as how all she cares about is guts and cutting.

As they were walking out of the OR, Alex leaned over to whisper something. "How's your leg?"

"What?" She asked curiously.

"I saw you bang your leg under the table. I'm just worried about your legs."

"Why?"

"Because they're mine now."

She raised an eyebrow at him. "Oh really."

He simply nodded and walked off. She bit her cheek as she tried to be angry but failed. Who was she kidding? She found the possessive 'you're mine' attitude quite attractive sometimes. A chill ran down her neck as she thought back on the last couple of days with him and a tingling started up again in her tummy. She sighed and forced her mind back into professional mode.

She had to scowl at him a couple of times the rest of the day to leave her alone but he caught her off guard right before she went off shift. She was headed out when a hand slipped out from a room and dragged her into the linen closet.

"What the fuck--" She said as she pushed her hair out of her face and stopped after seeing who it was. "--Alex." She smiled.

"You potty mouth." He joke, reaching for her waist as he slowly pushed her against the door and leaned forwards. "Dirty, dirty mouth of yours."

"I said not at work."

"Shut up." He leaned in the rest of the way and kissed her, lightly first, then, unable to hold back, slipped his tongue into her mouth and traced the roof of her mouth with it. He kissed her neck and bit her earlobe as his hand found her breast.

"Keep it friendly, Alex." She gasped. "We're at work."

"I am being friendly. I'm a friendly guy." He reached for the hem of her shirt but she stopped him. "Oh, that's not nice."

"I will make out with you, but nothing under the clothes." She moaned as her licked her collar bone and tweaked her nipple through her clothes as his free hand came around to grab her ass.

"Okay. Whatever you say." He found her lips again, then kissed his way lower, biting the swell of her breast and cursing the fabric of her blouse for existing and bringing his hand from her breast to caress her between her legs.

She moaned and tossed her head back against the door. "Okay. THAT'S not nice."

"I'm just being friendly." He said, moving back up to kiss her.

"Okay, BUDDY." She purred, cupping him through his scrub pants and he jumped slightly.

His pager went off and she giggled as the look on his face quickly turned from excited to pissed. "Damn it!"

"Bye." She waved and opened the door.

"Callie--" He warned, half signaling to his groin with his eyes.

"I'm sorry. I'm off and you just got paged. Come over later , though. I'll show you friendly."

He groaned as she stepped out and closed the door.

The rest of the week went by--just as bad. It was an ongoing flirt-athon and a possible fuck-athon had it not been for Callie's self control.

Tuesday and Wednesday went by that way. Him chasing her down every chance he got and her pretending she didn't want it and pushing him off, letting the tension build up until they were both in her hotel room, and then their clothes would be ripped off or at least their bottoms were, that was for sure.

Thursday, they didn't see each other. Callie had the day shift and he had the night sift.

That day, Alex sat on a bench, reading his text messages outside the hospital during his break, munching on an apple, when he looked up and spotted George and Izzie a few yards down behind a tree. They seemed to be arguing, so naturally, he closed his phone and leaned back to enjoy the show, savoring the sour apple in his mouth. He chuckled at the h and gestures and the way George yelled back at Izzie. He was so glad he fucked up because otherwise, Callie would have to put up with his Keebler elf ass.

He was pacing. George was a big pacer when he was angry. And Izzie. Izzie and then hand gestures. They were a joke. Brother and sister no matter how hard they tried to make people believe it was a legit. attraction. Alex took another bite of his apple and he realize something. They were breaking up. He laughed at first because it was just so predictable but a sudden fear hit him. What if George had finally realized what a huge fucking mistake he'd made and he was thinking he wanted Callie back? He leaned forwards and dropped the rest of his apple in the trashcan next to the bench. He couldn't tell who was breaking up with whom, but it was happening. They were silent for a while, looking away--they both seemed pissed. Alex watched them--almost wishing they'd make up instantly, but it wasn't happening.

"Fuck." He didn't know why he was all of a sudden so insecure. No, that was a lie. He knew. She had told him she still loved George. And although he knew she knew better than to go back to him--he was scared. George had an advantage and that was enough to make his blood boil. It wasn't fair. Callie was not for George. She was too good for him. Too much and too good. Alex wasn't sure George even knew what to do with her in bed. He sighed heavily and flipped his phone open and looked for Callie's name. I miss you. He sent the message and sat back in his seat. "FUCK." he repeated and kicked the trashcan.

His hands turned to fists as he watched the two idiots exchange a few more words then parted in separate ways.

He clenched his jaw and stared ahead for a long time before forcing himself out of a trance.

His day had gone to shit but fast. He couldn't concentrate and bailey yelled at him for going off on Sloan after he called him a girl name and asked for coffee. The day was finally over and he welcomed the cool night air as he stepped out of the hospital.

"Hey, Alex!" He turned around and rolled his eyes as Izzie make her floozy self over to him. He waited patiently for her to catch up.

"Hey." She giggled and smiled at him, catching her breath. "You walk fast. I called your name three times. You didn't hear me?"

"No."

"You lost in la-la land?"

"What do you want, Izzie?"

Her smile faded and she looked down at her shoes. "I was just--thinking I could buy you a drink or something. I know you haven't really approved of me and George and I wanted to apo--"

"I don't care." He snapped. "I saw you arguing. I get it."

"Oh. Well, that was just--one of many fights lately."

He tapped his foot anxiously.

"Listen--I'd really like for us to maybe--go out some time. You know? I think we were good together and I…"

Alex chuckled bitterly. "You want us to give it another try? No, thanks. I'm seeing someone."

"Who?"

"None of your business. See you." He walked off, leaving a speechless and hurt Izzie behind. He had better things to worry about.

There was a knock on Callie's door. She was seated at her desk, scanning through some files. She looked up at the second knock. It was probably Alex.

"It's open!" She answered, and was almost knocked off her chair as it was George and not Alex that stepped through the door.

"Hi." He said, quietly. In a way that used to melt her.

"Hi." She said, not knowing what else to say as she stood up.

"I made a mistake. The biggest one--of my life maybe. And I know I've lost you and I know you don't owe me anything but--I can't stop thinking about you and--"

"What do you want, George?"

"I want to come home."

She fell silent and stared back at him. She would say something, if she knew what to say--but she didn't know what she was feeling herself. She just--stared back and said nothing.