Disclaimer: I do not own Greys anatomy! If I did this plot would most certainly be on the show and make all of the Mallie fans happy! Sadly I don't so all of us Mallie lovers have to suffer through the constant Mer/Der drama! UGH!
Callie stormed into the house, greeted by her brother. Jaime grabbed the carriers from her and Callie threw the diaper bag into a chair. Jaime took the sleeping girls upstairs and settled them into their cribs, before returning to his sulking sister. Callie was sitting on the couch arms folded and pursed lips. He sat down on the coffee table in front of her and placed his hand on her knee.
"Ok, drama queen, spill it." He said, causing her to glare at him. Jaime pulled his hands back in surrender.
"Ok, sorry." He said, as her stood. Callie grabbed his hand and pulled him back down.
"I'm sorry, Jay. I'll talk just don't get all brother like on me." She said, as she placed her head in her hands. Jaime frowned and ran his hand down the back of his sister head.
"Genie, what's wrong?" he asked, Callie looked up and raised her eyebrows.
"Ok, one I hate that name. Two, I took the girls to the hospital today for their 6 weeks check up and they got to visit with everyone who hasn't met them yet. Everything was great, the girls are healthy and I got to see Mark, and flaunt as his fiancé. Well all was good and happy until I'm leaving the Chief's office and what do I see? Mark flirting, openly flirting with a nurse, who I swear can't be any more than 25 years old! Then the little tramp has the audacity to smirk at me.. Mark said it wasn't anything. What made me think he was a changed man?" she explained. Jaime grinned but made sure she couldn't see it.
"Don't you think you're overreacting just a bit?" he asked.
"What?!"
"Hear me out, ok? Mark is a father, and I've seen the way he looks at you. He may flirt, but you have to remember he's guy. That's what we do. Mark looks at you with total adoration. I think his whole world stops each time you walk into a room. Don't even get me started on the girls. Mark's a wonderful father to them."
"Yeah tell me about."
"Would you let me finish?"
"Fine."
"Don't get mad at him over innocent flirting that he said was nothing. Give him the benefit of the doubt."
"When did you become the smart one?"
"I've always been the smart one. You were just the favored child."
"Ah I see. Thanks Jay. Could you do me a favor?"
"What's that?"
"Watch the girls tonight? I need to make up for my outburst."
"Sure I will."
"Thanks. Tell Cristina to help, I'm sure she would enjoy the extra time with them."
"No arguments there." He said with a smirk. Callie slapped him a cross the arm.
"There will be no sex in front of my children Jaime Augustus Torres!"
"Jeeze, it was a joke and don't use my middle name again!"
"Why, you call me Genie? I swear our mother wasn't right in the head when she named all of us. We have horrible names!"
"At least 3 of the 4 can go by nick names. Poor Alejandro, he's just stuck."
"True. But hey, can you take them to the guest house?"
"No problem sis." He said, hugging her.
"Thanks. Have I told you that you're my favorite brother?"
"Now I know that's a lie. You and Nicky are attached at the hip."
"I tried didn't I?" she replied with an innocent shrug. Jaime rolled his eyes and hugged her again.
"I'll go round up the girls, and you go do whatever you're going to do. Have fun." He said, with a wink. He got up from his seat and walked up stairs. Callie got up and went into the kitchen to begin her apology.
Mark walked into the house, after a tiring shift at the hospital. He looked more run down than usual due to his and Callie's fight in the hospital. Callie was perched on the couch, clad in her robe and a fresh-showered look, and still looked angry. He walked up to her and started to explain himself.
"Callie, I told you I wasn't doing anything. She was flirting with me. I…" he rambled but Callie raised her hands and he stopped.
"I don't want an explanation." She said, coolly.
"Callie, please hear me out."
"No, because I don't need the explanation. All I need you to do is go into the dining room and sit your ass down. And stay there." She commanded. Mark opened his mouth to ask why but she just pointed in the direction of the dining room. Mark dropped his head and walked into the dining room like a lost puppy. Callie smirked and pulled the robe off, revealing a black silk nightgown that left nothing to the imagination. She pulled her hair around her shoulders and smiled at her self. Mark walked into the dining room and his jaw dropped. The table was set for two and candles surrounding the room. Mark stripped off his soaked jacket and draped across the back of his chair. He sat down and unfolded his napkin into his lap. Callie had walked in just to see him do it. She walked up behind him and reached around him, removing the napkin.
"You're not going to need this yet." She said, placing it on the table. Mark turned around and got a face full of her breast. Callie softly moaned as his hot breath caressed her caramel skin. Mark turned a bit more and placed his hand on the back of her head, pulling her into a soft kiss. When he tried to push his tongue inside her mouth, she pulled away.
"I don't think so Dr. Sloan. This is Callie making up with her fiancé. You sit back and enjoy." She said, pulling his chair out. She walked in front of him, running her hand over his shoulder then down his chest. Pulling up her nightgown to her knees, she sat in his lap, facing him. Mark smiled and placed his hands on her hips. Callie wiggled her hips just enough to cause him to spring into action. He started to run his hands beneath her gown but she pushed his hands away.
"Do I have to use the handcuffs?" she asked, raising her eyes brows.
"You wouldn't."
"Try me Sloan." She said, and slowly began to unbutton his shirt. Almost painfully slow.
"Callie you're killing me. It's been almost 3 months since I've been able to touch you and you're doing it like this." He said, through a low growl.
"You just hush, or I'll stop."
"Fine, fine."
"Good boy." She said, and finally removed his shirt. She tossed it behind her onto the table. Callie ran her hand across his toned chest and then leaned in and pressed her lips against his chest and kissed up to his neck then finally captured his lips. Mark seized the opportunity to wrap his arms around her waist. Callie interlocked her hands behind his head and deeply kissed him, pushing her tongue into his mouth. Mark pulled away and stared into her eyes.
"Baby are we really going to do this here?" he asked. Callie smirked.
"Oh no. This is just the appetizer. Wait until you see the main entrée." She said, with a smile. Mark groaned. Oh god she's going to kill me!
Callie grinned and scooted down on his lap. She unbuckled his belt and pulled it through the loops, letting it drop to the floor. She ripped open the button fly on his jeans and slipped her hand inside, grazing her nails against him. Mark shivered and the hair on his arms stood. He moved his hips as she continued to gently touch him, causing her to laugh at him. Mark leaned in and captured her lips, silencing the laughter. As much as he loved to hear her boisterous laugh, he needed her to be making the same noises she was making him produce. He grabbed her hands and pulled them away from him, pinning them to her sides.
"Mark, let me go." She demanded, wiggling to get free. He gripped her hand tighter and whispered into her ear.
"No, I need you Callie. I need you more than I have ever needed you. I need to be inside you and you screaming my name." he said, his voice low and sultry. Callie smiled and pressed her lips against his neck, starting a battle of lip against flesh. Callie nipped at his neck as he licked sucked the small spot behind her ear. Callie became wet with in seconds, soaking the legs of Mark's pants. Mark felt the warm liquid and smirked up at her.
"We're you going to inform me that you weren't wearing panties?" he asked.
"I was eventually, but you had to be Mr. Impatient and ruin my apology."
"You never need to apologize, love."
"Yeah say that when I really piss you off."
"Would you shut up and kiss me, before I explode."
"Ok, ok." She replied and kissed him. He finally freed her hands and his own found their way into her hair, yanking her away from him, as he attacked her neck and collarbone with rough kisses. Callie opened her mouth, letting a small moan escape her plump lips. Mark removed one hand from her hair and snaked it up her gown, resting it against her thigh. He moved it across her hot center, running a finger gently around her swollen nub. Callie bit her lip and closed her eyes.
"Oh god Mark." She moaned when he dipped two fingers into her. Callie moved her hands to the back of his head and pulled him forward, burying his face in her ample cleavage. Mark chuckled a bit and then started to suck on the soft flesh, making her whimper. He loved the little sounds she made as he pleasured her but his favorite sound was his name rolling off those Latina lips as she screamed in ecstasy. He knew just how to make her body purr. With simple touches here and a kiss or nibble there, he could have her screaming in no time. His thumb rubbed her clit as he curled his fingers to the right spot, causing her to clamp around his hand as her first orgasm hit. She screamed his name over and over again. Mark chuckled and pulled his fingers away. Callie grabbed his hand and licked herself from him, causing Mark to grow harder than he thought possible. The mere image of her tasting herself on his fingers was almost enough push him over the edge.
"Callie we need to go upstairs, now." He said, calmly, through his teeth.
"No we don't. We can stay right here." She said smirking.
"What about your brother and Cristina, Theresa?"
"Already taken care of. Cristina is in the guesthouse with the girls and Jay. I gave Theresa the night off."
"Ok, then, here it is. Or do you want to christen our table?"
"Oh the table." She said, reaching behind her and sweeping her hand over it, clearing the table in one quick motion. The dishes clattered to the floor, only breaking one plate. Mark stood, planting Callie on her feet. He grabbed the bottom of her gown and pulled it over her head, tossing it away. Callie pulled his pants and boxers down together, and brushed against him briefly, causing him to shiver once more. Mark gripped her sides and lifted her to the table. She scooted back on it, making room for him to join her. She reached into on of the attached drawers on the underside of the table and pulled out a condom and tossed it to him.
"You really thought of everything." He said, opening it and slipping it on.
"I do and as much as I love our daughters, I want them to remain our only children for at least 3 to 4 more years." She said, as he climbed on to the table and positioned himself between her legs. Callie raised her hips slightly as he pushed into her. Both moaned at their joining.
"Oh god, baby, I've missed you." Mark moaned pushing deeper into her. Callie locked her ankles together behind his back. He pressed his palms against the hard oak wood and pulled almost out of her and plunged deep into her. Callie arched her back, causing him to go deeper almost painfully deep. She didn't care. She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, pulling him down to her, their foreheads touching and brown orbs gazing into blue. He pumped harder and faster into her, causing the table to screech against the hard wood floors as it moved with each thrust. Her body began to sweat causing the friction between her back and the table to become almost non-existent. She began to move inch by inch up the table, but Mark stayed with her, not slowing his rhythm. She gripped the sides of the table for support and soon found herself screaming out Mark's name as her second orgasm filled the pit of her stomach. Mark followed the moment her muscles tightened around him. He collapsed onto her soaked body and slid out of her. He stared into her eyes and kissed her soft lips.
"Marry me?"
"You've already asked me that remember?" she said, and flashed the diamond in front of his face.
"Oh, right. Marry me tomorrow?"
"What!?"
"You heard me. Marry me tomorrow."
"Mark I can't do that."
"And why not?"
"My mother has missed out on giving me one wedding. She'll disown me and throw me out of her will if I deprive her of a second one."
"Ok, then marry me in a week. We'll have a small wedding, just us, Cristina, your family and Derek and Addison. We can have it in the back yard. Just us. Nothing over the top, because I know you wouldn't want that. So marry me in a week."
"Mark you're being un-realistic. There's no way I can plan a wedding in a week."
"Sure you can. You have Addison and you're mother will be out in a heartbeat the moment you tell her. You're not going to do it alone."
"But with work…"
"You're still off for another week. That's not an excuse. Are you trying to get out of marrying me?"
"No, of course not. I want to marry you and spend the rest of my life with you and our girls."
"Then marry me in a week. Tell you what if you still don't want to get married next Saturday, in the morning I'll wait until you're ready. Just think about it. I can't wait to call you my wife Calliope Torres."
"You drive a hard bargain Sloan." She said, raising her eyebrow.
"I know, but you love me."
"That I do, very much so in fact."
"Great. Now how about we eat that dinner, I know is waiting in the kitchen."
"Suddenly I'm not hungry anymore." She said, smirking at him.
"I was hoping you'd say that." He said and climbed off the table. He grabbed her hand and pulled her off as well, then placed an arm under her knees and swept her into his arms.
"Mark, put me down. You'll kill yourself, lifting me."
"Torres, are calling yourself fat?"
"No, I'm just carrying baby weight."
"Shut up and let me do my thing please." He replied. Callie smiled, rolling her eyes and wrapped her arms around his neck. He walked her up the stairs and planted her on their bed. She rose up on her elbows and smiled, motioning for him to come over using her index finger.
"Come show me again how much you missed me." She said, and he did.
The following morning Callie and Mark rose to the constant knocking outside their door and screaming from one of the twins. Callie snuggled closer to Mark as he wrapped his arms tightly around her.
"Make them go away. I'm sleeping. I miss sleep." Callie mumbled against his chest. The knocking grew louder and was followed by shouting.
"Iphegenia and Sperm Donor! Get your sex driven Asses out of that bed and get your spawns! I love them with all my heart but I'm off today and I do not want to spend it watching two infant shit and cry. I'd rather be spending it with my hot, gorgeous Latin boyfriend. Who by the way just happens to be your brother! Oh and if you think I'm ever eating off that table again your crazy. I'm half tempted to make Jay burn it! Better yet. Jay burn that damn table! You sister had sex on it last night! And I am not cleaning up that mess either. Get your naked Asses up! NOW!"
Callie shot up from the bed, only to have Mark pull her back down.
"Don't go, cold!" he said, pulling her against him. Callie pushed against him and sat back up. She picked up her pillow and smacked him with it.
"Get up! She's going to burn that table!"
"Let her. We can buy a new one."
"Mark! Get up." She said, pulling the blanket away from him. Mark yelped and curled into a ball.
"You are EVIL and should be destroyed."
"You didn't say that last night."
"Right now you're evil. Last night you were a goddess."
"Well your goddess says, get your ass out of this bed! You have to get to work and you're going to need breakfast to replace the calories we burned off last night." She said, smacking his left butt cheek. He hand flew back and rubbed the red print as she disappeared into the bathroom and emerged a moment later brushing her teeth. She rolled her eyes at her fiancé who still remained in his spot on the bed, refusing to move. She walked back into the bathroom and spit out the toothpaste and came back to get dressed.
"Not fair!" he whined. He watched her quickly get dress. He loved her around the house wear, which consisted of yoga pants and a simple camisole, no bra. She pulled her raven curls into a long ponytail and slipped on a pair of white ankle socks. She turned back to him, throwing him a clean pair of boxers, Button down shirt and his dress pants.
"Get in the shower. You'd better be done by the time breakfast is done." She scolded.
"Oh and what's my punishment if I'm not?" he asked, sitting up.
"You'll have diaper duty for a month." She said with a smirk, knowing that was the one thing he hated the most.
"Ok, I'm up!" he said, and jumped from the bed. He was surprised to see she had turned the shower on for him. He stepped in and quickly showered and dressed. He followed the aroma of fresh coffee and eggs to the kitchen, where jay and Cristina sat on the barstools, eating their own breakfasts, Annie and Maddie both calmly sat in their swings and Callie standing over the stove a spatula in one hand and a piece of bacon in the other. Mark walked up to her, wrapping his arms around her waist and finishing off her piece of bacon. Callie turned to him and smiled, then gave him a greasy kiss.
"Mornin' Two eggs or three?" she asked.
"Three and any thought on my offer last night." He whispered into her ear.
"Hold on. Hey Teenie, who would you feel being on of my Maids of Honor in oh say a week?" she asked, with a smile.
Cristina and Jaime both looked up completely shocked. Mark turned her in his arms and held her waist, looking into her eyes to see if she was joking.
"Really?"
"Yes, really. I already called mom while you were in the shower. She's booking a flight as we speak." She explained. Mark pulled the spatula from her hand and then lifted her, spinning her around. He then put her on her feet and kissed her, placing his hand on the back of her head.
"Ok, break it up you two. Not in front of the spawns. That is how they got here in the first place." Cristina chimed in. Mark pulled away and pecked her lips.
"You've made me the happiest man alive. I love you, I love you, I love you!" he said, hugging her tightly. Callie laughed and when released she broke three eggs into the skillet. Mark sat down on one of the stools and watched her move. This was Callie, his Callie. The woman he would wake up to everyday and fall asleep with every night, the mother of his two beautiful daughters. The woman who less than a week he would call his wife.
