Disclaimer: I do not own Grey's Anatomy or the characters. Though I wish I did. I guess I settle for my Autographs of Sara, Kate and Patrick!
A/N: Ok so I like how the first chapter turned out! I've decided to write more chapters like that. It'll change throughout the fic.
Cristina' POV
Ugh! Why can't I just get over this shit with Hahn? She thinks I'm a fraud. I've done everything to prove myself to her and yet she always looks over me. Before I know it, she's going to pick Evil Spawn over me! Shaking my head, I unlock the door to my apartment, hoping to have the smell of my dinner. Callie is an amazing cook. I push the door open. No food. Where the hell is my makeshift wife? She's supposed to be here so I can vent and eat her amazing food. I walk to the fridge hoping she made something and put it in there. I stop as I see that Callie put a post it on the fridge. Yang, I went out. Don't worry there's food in the fridge, just put it in the microwave and try not to blow it up! Torres. I laugh as I crumble the paper and toss it in the trash. She always thinks of me! Why didn't I befriend of her sooner? I open the fridge and there's spaghetti on the top shelf. I pull it out and pull the lid off, taking in the wonderful smell. I dip my finger into the cold sauce and put it in my mouth. Closing my eyes I bask in the amazing taste. God that woman can cook. I open the microwave and put the bowl of spaghetti in and slam the door shut. I'm not as dumb as she thinks I am. I can use the microwave. I push the buttons on the front and walk away. Kicking off my shoe, I plop onto the couch and grab the remote. I turn on the television that I added to the apartment and mindlessly flip through the channels. Who the hell did she go out with? The microwave beeps to signal it's finished and I jump off the couch to grab my dinner. I grab a beer from the fridge and take me seat again on the couch. Seriously who is she with? She hasn't been out once since the divorce was finalized. Ok, I need to think. She hasn't said anything about seeing anyone. I turn the television to a movie channel and watch the gory romance as I eat my dinner. Trying to figure out Callie's life is exhausting. She's so damn secretive.
3rd Person
Callie lightly knocked on the door to Mark's hotel room. She tucked a stray hair behind her ear as she waited for him to open the door. She smiled widely as Mark answered the door, wearing only a towel.
"Damn, I'm over dressed." She said, as he ushered her in. Mark rolled his eyes and grabbed her arm. He pulled her to him and kissed her hard, fisting his hand in her hair. Once he pulled away she pushed her hair back into place. He smacked her on the ass and walked toward the bathroom.
"Make yourself comfortable gorgeous." He said, walking into the bathroom and closing the door behind him. Callie giggled and set her purse and jacket on a chair. She picked up a bucket of take-out and peeked in. Chicken Fried rice. She put her fingers into he carton and popped a piece of chicken into her mouth.
"When I said make yourself comfortable, I didn't mean you could eat my food." Mark said, behind her. Callie turned around with her fingers still in her mouth, her eyes opened wide. Mark flashed her a smile and she giggled. He walked up to her and took the carton from her hands.
"I was eating that!" she said, in protest. Mark just shook his head and leaned into whisper into her ear.
"I had other things in mind." He said, blowing into her ear after. Callie giggled and pulled away from him.
"You'll have to feed me dinner first. I'm starving. I made dinner for Cristina and didn't have time to eat it myself." She said, reaching over and grabbing a different carton. Mark rolled his eyes and reached into the food, pulling out a piece of pork. He put it into her mouth and she gladly ate it.
"So you feed Yang? Do you clean for her too?" he asked.
"As a matter of fact, I do. You wouldn't believe how much of a slob she is. I swear if I didn't do her laundry she'd have no clothes." She explained, causing Mark to laugh. Callie grabbed another box and picked through it.
"Eat as much as you want, I'm finished anyway." He said, kissing the top of her forehead. Callie groaned. All of sudden she wasn't hungry anymore. She put the box back on the table, and kicked off her shoes. She began to unbuckle her belt, causing Mark to smirk at her.
"I don't you, I'm overdressed." She said, sliding the belt through the loop of her pants and tossing it on the floor. Mark moved closer to her and moved her hands away from her pants.
"Let me." He said, as he slowly unbuttoned her pants. He moved them so slow that Callie was growing impatient. Mark laughed as she tried to make him move faster but he wanted to watch her suffer, like he had been these past few days. Callie was starting to rethink her torture on him. Payback was a bitch. Mark finally pulled her pants completely off including her panties. He ran his hands up the insides of her legs and smiled when he ran a finger across her middle. She was wet and hot for him. He pushed her legs apart with his own leg and knelt before her. He moved in closer and gently breathed against her. She trembled as his hot breath ran across her skin. His stubble made her giggle as he moved closer, almost on top of her center. She gasped when he ran his tongue across her clit. She moved backward trying to find something to hold on to. He grabbed her hips and guided her to the table. He let go of her long enough to sweep everything from the top and he lifted her onto it. She gripped the sides it as he disappeared between her legs. She threw her head back as his tongue attacked her clit, and slid a finger into her, followed by a second. He looked up at her and smirked. He brushed his teeth against the swollen numb, causing her to nearly scream. She threw her legs over his shoulders, giving him a better angle to use that wonderful mouth of his. She bit her lip to hold in the screams that where trying to escape. She tightly shut her eye and held the table hard, turning her knuckles white. He pulled away his mouth for a brief second.
"Let it out for me Callie." He whispered seductively, and then dove back in. Callie opened her mouth and screamed his name as her orgasm rocked through her body. She began to shake, nearly pulling away, but Mark gripped her hips and held her against his lips as he moved his tongue and fingers simultaneously. He finally pulled away and pulled his fingers out. He brought them to his mouth and licked them clean as he watched Callie come down from her high. Her breathing began to slow as her trembling body calmed down as he pulled the towel from his waist and dropped it to the floor. He smirked as he moved closer to her and wrapped his arms around her, lifting her from the table. She held onto him as he walked to the bed and placed her on it. He lifted her shirt over her head and threw it across the room. He undid her bra with ease and removed it in a flash. She captured his lips, tasting herself on them. He pushed her down onto the bed and pushed deep into her. She broke the kiss, and threw her head against the pillow. Opening her mouth she let her moans escape. Her little noises made Mark want her more. He moved slowly at first, letting her feel all of him.
"Speed up… please." She said through a raspy gasp. Mark obliged and quickened his pace, causing her to dig her nails deep into his shoulders. He leaned in and bit her earlobe gently. She rolled her eyes back and moaned his name over and over again. She ran her nail down his back as the warming sensation began to build in the pit of her stomach. Mark threw his head back and growled.
"Oh…my…god, Callie" he said, as he thrust harder. She contracted around him hard ahs her body shook. She threw her head from side to side.
"Mark, oh dear lord." She screamed, causing him to explode into her. He collapsed onto her, their sweat drenched bodies, sticking to one another. Callie held onto him as her body began to relax. Their breathing became as one as he looked into her eyes. He brushed away her hair and kissed her soft lips.
"That was amazing." He whispered. It was something he had never experienced with any woman, Addison included.
"It was." She replied. He pulled out of her and rolled to his side, resting his head on his hand.
"Cheerful and not dirty?" he asked. Callie rolled her eyes and shook her head.
"Most definitely cheerful." She said, rolling to her side. She yawned and let her eyes close. Mark smiled and kissed her forehead.
"Go to sleep." He said, as he rolled to his back. He shot up as the sheet caused his back to sting. Callie opened her eyes and looked up at him.
"Damn woman what did you do to my back?" he asked, looking down at her. He reached behind him and touched his back. Callie looked at her nails and blushed as she saw the chunks of his skin beneath them.
"Sorry. Let me see." She said. He turned around and she ran her hands over the scratches. She giggled lightly to herself. She had never done that to anyone, not even George.
"Yeah, yeah, enjoy your handy work." He said sarcastically. He got up and walked into the bathroom, and returned with a cloth and a bottle of peroxide. He handed them to her and she poured a bit on to the cloth and dabbed his wounds clean. He flinched as the antiseptic entered the cuts.
"Oh be still you big baby. It doesn't hurt that bad." She said, as if she were talking to a four year old. Mark rolled his eyes.
"It does too!" he snapped back.
"Oh this from the guy who sutures his own face. What are you four?"
"So, I'm numb when I suture my face thank you very much. I happen to be a very big baby and I may have to be spanked later." He said, glancing back at her. Callie rolled her eyes and pushed his head back forward.
"Behave, no more for you tonight. Now hold still so I can finish this." She said. Mark put his head down and pretended to pout.
"Not even if I'm a good boy?" he asked. Callie shook her head.
"No, I have to be able to walk tomorrow." She explained. She had gone through that with George and she had no intention of doing it again, especially if every time was like what she had just experienced. Neither of them would be in any shape to work tomorrow. Mark sighed.
"Ok, fine. But I intend to have you again." He whispered. Callie leaned up to him.
"I intend to let you have me." She whispered into his ear. Mark shivered. Once she finished with his back she laid the cloth and peroxide on the table and got off the bed. She walked around the room, gathering her clothes and putting them on. Mark looked up at her and raised his eyebrow.
"Leaving me so soon?" he asked, walking over to her. He placed his hands on her sides, pressing a kiss onto her lips.
"I have to, Cristina will go nuts if she doesn't have her coffee in the morning. I've kind of spoiled her. She actually used to drink instant coffee. I can't fathom how people can actually drink that shit." She explained. Mark chuckled.
"Ok, go to your little wife. I'll see you tomorrow." He explained. Callie giggled and kissed him once again.
"Whatever you dirty little man." She said, walking to the door.
"I am in no way a little man." He called after her. Callie rolled her eyes and walked out of the room. He glanced down and rolled his eyes at the erection she had caused by just kissing him.
"She's going to kill me." He muttered to himself and went to the bathroom for a cold shower.
At Cristina's
Callie unlocked the door to the apartment and walked in. Cristina was sleeping on the couch. Callie rolled her eyes, walking to the smaller woman. She gently shook her awake.
"Get out of my bed Yang." She commanded. Cristina opened her eyes and stared up at her roommate.
"Where have you been?" she asked. Callie helped her sit up and she took a seat next to her. She shook her head and pulled off her Jacket, laying it across the back of the couch.
"I don't remember that being in the agreement when I moved in here." She replied smiling. Cristina opened her mouth to say something but she was right, so she closed it again. Callie laughed.
"It's ok Cristina, I was with Sloan having mind blowing sex." She said. Cristina opened her eyes in shock.
"That was too much information! Wait you with McSteamy? Go you!" she said, raising her hand to give her a high five. Callie smacked her hand and pushed Cristina off the couch.
"Thanks now like I said, get out of my bed so I can get some sleep. He wore me out. God what that man can do with his hands is…" she started but was cut off.
"Stop! I don't need details! Just warn me if you're going to bring him here so I can go to Meredith's and don't ever use my bed!" she explained and walked into her room, shutting the door behind her. Callie rolled her eyes and kicked off her shoes. She didn't even bother undressing. She laid her head down and was out with in minutes.
