The First Time

I have a lover
A lover like no other
She's got soul, soul, soul, sweet soul
And she teaches me how to sing
Shows me colors when there's none to see
Gives me hope when I can't believe
For the first time, I feel love

"We should get a cabin or something--" Meredith said over the rim of her wine glass to Callie who sat across her at the dinner table.

"Yeah, I know a place--" Callie nodded, speaking over Mark and Derek's somewhat loud conversation about old childhood memories, "--we can take a weekend off or something."

"Yeah. Next month, maybe."

"You're on. It's a date."

"What's a date?" Mark interrupted, placing his arm strategically around the back of Callie's chair and lifting his wine glass up to his lips.

"We were thinking about getting a cabin somewhere for the weekend." Callie informed him, leaning into his embrace, "The four of us. And maybe Cristina." She joked and she and Meredith shared a laugh.

"I'd be up for that." Derek interjected, "Let us know."

They heard the front door open and close, and eventually, Cristina stepped into the dining room, motorcycle helmet in hand. All four heads turned and she sighed heavily, "Great. I missed dinner and now you're going to do the annoying couple thing where you cuddle and kiss. That's just my luck."

"Yang, you have a bike? What kind is it?" Mark asked as Cristina took a seat next to Meredith, then looked at him with a sneer, "The kind that runs. With a n engine. Here--" She tossed her keys at him, "--go look at it. Don't kill yourself."

He chuckled condescendingly, "Don't kill yourself. That's funny." he then leaned over and delivered a haste kiss on Callie's cheek, then nodded for Derek to follow.

"Don't patronize me, McSteamy." Cristina shot back as both men disappeared. Once hearing the sound of the door closing, Cristina reached out and lifted Callie's wine glass, which was the only with anything remaining in it, "So, McDreamy. McSteamy. It's a McOrgy in here." She teased, drinking from the glass.

"Where have you been?" Meredith asked, "I said dinner was at seven."

"I had a better offer at work."

"A date?" Callie asked, incredulous.

"No." She answered, deadpan, "Surgery. So, did you finish the dessert?"

"No, there's still some left in the kitchen." Meredith said with a giggle, "You coming with us to the movies?"

"Mm--depends. What are we seeing? And are you paying?"

"Some French movie. And yes, we're paying." Meredith answered.

"Alright, I'm in." As if on cue, they heard a ruckus outside, followed by laughter and overlapped 'we're okay's and 'we're fine's.

XXX

"What the HELL was that?" Cristina complained as they exited the theater, she walked between the two couples, each hand in hand with their respective dates, "I don't get French cinema."

"That wasn't cinema," Callie cut in, "--that was porn with a storyline."

"That was--" Meredith started, looking up at Derek in a knowing glance, "--that was interesting."

"That last, shall we say, encounter, was pretty interesting," Derek added, "I don't' think I've ever seen anyone bend that way--or maybe…"

Meredith smacked him square in the chest before he could elaborate.

Cristina rolled her eyes and made a gagging sound, while Callie shifted uncomfortably under Marks stare, "What's wrong?" he asked and she simply smiled back, "Nothing." But, made her free hand into a fist, praying her obvious arousal wasn't evident to the others.

"You were all squirmy in there." Mark pressed on as they lagged behind the others, "It probably had nothing to do with all the sex scenes, did it?" He teased and she glared at him. He laughed and leaned over for a kiss.

"Speaking for yourself?" She teased back.

"Yes." He answered sincerely and she tried to overlook the lusty way in which he looked at her.

"Okay enough with the eye-fucking. Seriously." Cristina complained again, tossing an annoyed look over her shoulder at Callie and mark as they reached their cars.

"Let them--" Derek said as he unlocked his car and opened the door, "--visual is the only type Mark's going to get anyway." He laughed and Meredith hit him again, harder this time, then shared a questioning look with Callie, "I didn't say anything." Meredith mouthed to her.

"So. Ice cream?" Derek asked, oblivious to Callie's and Meredith's exchange.

"I've got an early shift." Callie answered with a frown.

"I go where they take me?" Mark added and gave Callie's hand a tiny squeeze that sent an all too strong shiver up her arm and down her spine.

"Alright--" Cristina said, climbing into the back seat of Derek's car, "--enough with the couple fest. Get ME ice cream."

Meredith laughed as Cristina closed the door and smiled at Callie and Mark as Derek opened the passenger door for her, "Good night."

After bidding their goodbyes, Callie and Mark drove off in direction of her apartment. The car remained silent with the exception of the radio playing softly.

When they finally pulled up to her building and Mark shut the car off, Callie whipped her head in his direction, "What are you doing?" She asked.

"I left my lap top in the living room this afternoon."

"Oh." She nodded calmly and giggled nervously as she stepped out of the car. She followed close behind her and she flinched involuntarily as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders and kissed her cheek.

"Okay. Really. What's wrong?" A bit concerned, but refraining from touching her any further.

"Nothing." She reassured, "I swear." She smiled over at him as they walked, side by side, through the the lobby and towards the elevator, which was awkwardly quiet for Mark.

He was used to the sexual tension. He didn't like not resolving their mutual frustrations. Just seeing her made him a little uneasy, but he had forced himself to get used to it. Seeing her that way however--made him a little worried--and a little turned on.

His eyes were glued to her swaying backside as she hurried up the hall to her door a few feet ahead of him.

She opened the door and stepped inside, leaving the door open for Mark to follow. She toed off her shoes and shrugged off her jacket, tensely feeling him move around behind her, shuffling for his laptop. "Okay." He announced and she turned around to face him--and her palms got really sweaty. Mark did casual really, really well. The jeans and the plain black shirt really played out--"I'll see you at work." He said, leaning in and receiving only a chaste kiss in return. He laughed, his hand gently nudging her hip as he set the laptop on the coffee table near them, "Hot and bothered is really more bothered than hot, huh?"

She took a step back, her eyes narrowed, pretending to be offended, "You think everything you do puts a giddy up in my pants?"

He smiled viciously, "At least tonight, anyway."

Composure, Callie. Composure, she thought, "You're a cocky bastard, aren't you?"

He nodded and laughed at the way she hid her fidgeting behind glaring, "Yeah, I am."

"Yeah. Maybe we won't have sex--ever."

"That's fine by me." He said with a shrug.

She placed a hand on her hip and chewed on her bottom lip, "Is it?"

"Yeah." She was playing now. He could tell by the way the corners of her eyes smiled, "Whatever you want."

"Mh-hm."

They stood a couple of feet away, staring at each other in silence for a long while. Mark's arms crossed over his chest, waiting patiently for her to speak, while she only stared back defiantly.

Before Mark knew what hit him, she was kissing him, her arms around his neck, and he immediately wrapped his arms tightly around her waist. He groaned as he parted his lips and her tongue brushed against his and pushed her back until she hit the nearest wall, back first with a loud 'umph'. He looked at her I the darkened living room, to visually check that she was alright. She must have been completely unharmed because she immediately pushed at his jackets and he let it fall over his shoulders and into a pile on the floor.

Her spine was crushed under him and she cold barely breathe, but enough was enough. She reached for him again, tangling her fingers in his hair as he nibble don her lip and tugged at her top. She arched her back, pushing her upper body off the wall as much as she could under his weight, enough to allow him to pull her shirt off. She sighed as his lips landed on her once more, skimming over the sensitive skin over her clavicle, then lower, over the swell of her breasts while he pulled one of her bra straps off her shoulder. She gasped and her eyes shut closed as he palmed one her breasts while wrapping his lips around the other. She felt his breath hot over the thin lace, and her knees almost gave out on her.

With great effort, she brought her hands down to his chest and pushed him off her, just enough to get him walking back towards the bedroom, but they only progressed a few steps into the hallway before he gripped the belt loops of her jeans and tugged at them, pulling her closer.

It was his turn to hit the wall next as she pushed him against one of the framed walls in the narrow hallway. A couple of frames fell off the wall and shattered on the floor. He remembered then that she was barefoot and he made an attempt at lifting her but before he could, she reached between them and unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants. Her hands barely grazed his crotch before he gripped her wrist tightly and, with a hand in the back of her head, kissed her roughly, pushing further into the hall, until they hit another stop just under the doorframe.

She breathed into his mouth as he stole another kiss, then pulled away to take his shirt off. Her hands roamed over his chest and down over his stomach--her fingertips stopping at the elastic of his boxers as he kicked off his shoes and socks, then quickly pulled both of her wrists above her head against the edge of the doorway, and she smiled wickedly at him as he leaned in slowly, his mouth hovering only centimeters away from her own. She tried to meet him halfway, lifting her head off the wall, but he pulled back with a throaty chuckle, "is this really going to happen this time, or is it one of those things where we get started and then you say it's not time yet at the last minute?"

"I'm half naked. You really want to talk semantics?" She breathed out, and laughed as a deep groan erupted from Mark's throat and he latched his mouth onto her neck and reached behind her, cupping her ass, forcing her to wrap her legs around his waist as he carried her into the bedroom and dropped her on the bed before quickly joining her on the mattress.

Bracing himself on the mattress, he smiled down on her, taking in the way her lips seemed a deeper shade of pink and the way they seemed a little swollen, her eyes cloudy with arousal. He nuzzled his nose to hers and took in the smell of her perfume, his quickening breath mixing with hers as she shifted her hips and grinded against his and moaned quietly.

She drew in a sharp breath as he slipped a hand under her and undid the clasp of her bra, then slipped it complete off her and without losing anytime wrapped his lips around an erect nipple, his tongue lazily drawing circles around it, his teeth just barely grazing the sensitive skin there. She licked her lips and grabbed a handful of his hair, holding his head close as she squirmed under him and he tried to keep her still.

She sighed and grinded under him, and it took everything in him to keep from doing the same and ending the moment in a most embarrassing way, so he brought his mouth lower, dropping open mouthed kisses over the space between her breasts, the small dip between her ribcage that appeared as she arched her back--he quickly disposed both their remaining clothes soon found himself kissing her inner thighs, and breathing her in.

She groaned as his tongue laved over her labia, gently, almost painfully slow. And her breathing started to quicken. She brought an arm over her eyes as he finally licked over and around her sensitized clit and her hips buckled. Her neck arched and she gasped in surprise as he wrapped his lips around it and she came instantly in quick, sharp waves that shook her body and left her limp.

He crawled up her body, slowly, caressing the soft skin of her leg as he went, then letting his palm rest on her stomach as he leaned over to kiss her shoulder. She stirred slightly and licked her lips before removing her arm from where it laid loosely over her eyes and looked over and smiled at him. In that moment, everything stopped and the street lights coming in through the window played over her features in such a way that made him feel like waiting all that time was worth it, and he would have waited a year if it meant seeing her that way, "Hi." he said, softly brushing a wild strand of hair out of her face.

"Hi." She responded. He leaned forwards, his lips playing over hers, softly, gently. She sighed into his mouth as he stroked her cheek with his thumb. Soon, she regained control of her body and maneuvered her able limbs up and off the mattress, rolling over so that she was now on top of Mark. She smiled down at him as she straddled his waist, feeling the tip of him just inside her still moist opening. Bracing herself on his shoulders, their lips almost touching as they remained face to face, she lowered herself onto him slowly, letting out a shaky breath as she did so, "Are you thinking dirty things? You've a funny look on your face." She joked, her breath heavy as she settled on top of him, her inner muscles adjusting around the length of him.

"I'm thinking dirty thoughts all the time." He said with a thrust upward, causing her to moan and he groaned in response, "It's all you, all dirty all the time." He growled sitting up and wrapping his arms tightly around her waist, her arms immediately circling his neck in an equally tight embrace as she thrust down hard against him. His hands skimmed slowly down and cupped her ass, pushing himself deeper into her and he smiled as she moaned loudly and her eyes fluttered shut.

He braced the back of her head with his hand and pushed her forward to kiss her lips. She complied, letting him part her lips with his tongue as she began to feel another orgasm start to build up and both her kisses and thrusts became more urgent. He pushed her gently back then until she hit the mattress. Her head would have hung over the edge of the bed if they hadn't been kissing still.

He pulled her legs higher up his torso where they were wrapped around him and started to move, leveraging himself on the mattress as she clung to his shoulders, her n ails digging into his back as she muffled her moans in the crook of his neck. Her skin was slick and salty when he kissed her chin and tasted her neck. He touched her sides, her hips, whatever he could reach without detaching himself from her. He was sure he'd never wanted to be closer to anyone the way he did at that moment.

He groaned as she began to tighten around him, clenching and releasing in a speeding pace and he knew she was close to the edge again. He reached between them and found her clit, massaging in quick small circles around it. Her head fell back over the edge of the mattress and a loud moan escaped her mouth as she shook under him, he took only a few seconds to indulge in watching her before he too was sent over the edge and collapsed on top of her a few moments later.

Still breathing heavily against her shoulder, he realized the compromising position she was in and thought something ought to be aching so, reluctantly, he started to climb off her body, kissing his shoulder as he did so.

"mm--" She mumbled breathlessly as she lifted her head and pulled his head back down, "Wait. Don't move for a second." She kissed him, slowly, tenderly for a few minutes, pulling apart for air, "Okay. You can move now." He dropped a haste kiss on her neck, then another on her belly before he pulled her down the bed so that her head was on it.

"So that's what Callie Torres looks like when she's calm." he joked as he lied down beside her, his weight rested on his elbow as he watched her smiled sleepily up at him, "I didn't think it was possible for you to not be intimidating. You surprise me everyday."

She laughed, "If I wasn't SO comfortable right now, I'd kick your ass." She watched him sit up and grab a blanket before pulling it over both of them and pulling her to rest most of her weight on him, her head on his chest while one of her legs was thrown casually over one of his.

"I think you fit really well here." He said, stroking her hair and she hummed lazily, "I think you fit here too."

There was a couple of minutes of silence before Callie spoke again, "This is just a rest stop, by the way. We are definitely not done yet."

He grinned and closed his eyes, "Good."

XXX

It must have been about four in the morning when Callie stirred from her sleep and opened her eyes. She laid on her stomach and she smiled at the heavy arm around her waist and the slow breathing burshing the nape of her neck. She shifted slowly and realized she was laying on the floor. She smiled at the memory, then groaned as she sat up and her sore muscles protested. She unceremoniously brushed her unruly hair out of her face and looked down at Mark, who slept soundly in-between the white comforter he had pulled off her bed earlier.

As she stood at the demands of her ready to burst bladder and dressed in a pair of panties and a red vintage Ramones tee shirt, she caught out of the corner of her eye, the broken lamp lying shattered near the nightstand. She tried to remember when exactly they had managed to break it, but decided to just let him buy her a new one alter.

After relieving herself in the bathroom, she walked out into the hallway, careful to close thee door behind her. She jumped back at seeing the glass in the hallway and the Annie Leibovitz framed photograph on the floor. She groaned and closed her eyes, "I am NOT cleaning that." She continued barefoot past the living room and into the kitchen, switching the lights on as she entered it.

As she poured herself a glass of orange juice, she found herself smiling and realized that she was truly happy for the first time in a long time. She drank the tangy liquid and thought this was the kind of happy she needed to share with a friend.

She hopped don the island counter, orange juice at her side, telephone in hand and she dialed a number she knew by memory. After the third ring, a female answered, "Hello?" Callie smiled at the sound of Addison's voice, "Hey, stranger."

"Hey, Cal! What's going on?"

"Nothing. I just--wanted to see how you were doing. And I wanted to--tell you some stuff."

"Oh. Well, I'm fine. Now, tell."

"Okay." She laughed nervously and cleared her throat. "Okay." She said again and took a deep breath, "Um--you remember Mark, right?"

There was a long silence before Addison responded, "Oh my God. You--did he do something to you? I'll kick his ass."

"No-no! NO. He didn't do anything. Well, he did but--I did too."

"Okay…what?" Addison asked, confused.

"Um--I've been…sort of seeing him." Before Addison could interject, the rambling started, "I know. I'm horrible. You and he had this huge thing and--I'm a HORRIBLE person, and I didn't want to at first but--it did and we didn't even have sex for like a month and a half until tonight. And it's not like it's a thing where it's just--a fling. Not that that makes it better, but there it is. And--do you hate me?"

"Um--" Addison started, then giggled, which made Callie feel a little confused but she didn't' say anything still, "--so, you and Mark. You and Mark are an actual couple?"

"…Yeah."

"Callie?"

"Yeah?"

"You're an idiot." Addison said and laughed again, "I don't care. I mean, I DO care. I care that you're happy. And I care if he hurts you."

"Really?" Callie asked with a smile.

"Yeah, of course. Just--are you sure? About him, I mean."

Callie sighed and bit her lip for a second, "No." She chuckled, "I mean, he's here. He seems changed. Honest. I'm playing it by ear."

"Well--good then. If he tries anything you'll let me know, right?"

"You'll be the first to know."

"Good. So, he's there now?"

"In my bedroom. You have to come up here and see my new place by the way."

"I know. I will."

"Good."

"So--anything else you want to tell me? You backstabbing sorry excuse of a friend?"

Callie laughed, "Um--I'm sort of almost friends with Derek."

"Okay THAT is unforgivable. Listen, I have to go. But, will you call me later? For anything. He breaks something. Call me up. I'll delegate."

Callie thought about telling her about all the broken things in her apartment but decided against it, "Okay. I will. Bye. Be careful."

"You too. Bye, hon."

She hung up the phone and had just set it down on the counter and grabbed her glass full of juice, when a noise behind her made her jump.

"What were you thinking leaving me in there? Used. Naked on the floor?" Mark said coming around the island to stand between her legs.

She smiled warmly as he took her glass from her hand, "Oh, I'm sorry. Do you suffer from separation anxiety?"

"Yes." He nodded before gulping down a mouthful of juice and setting the glass back down, "It's terrible really. You can't leave me alone for long." He added, kissing her lips, then lifting her hand to kiss her palm, "Why are you up?"

"Well, my back was killing me--" She ignored the devilish smile he shot at her, "--and I had to pee. And--then I called Addison."

"Oh." He said and Callie could have sworn, he choked once she said her name. It almost made her laugh.

"She said you're on her hit list."

"Well, that's good to hear." He said sarcastically.

"Yeah. I told her you were an okay guy, though." She said as he fidgeted with the hem of her tee-shirt.

He looked up and smiled, "Really?"

"Really." She smiled back and leaned forwards to drop a soft kiss on his lips.

"So, in the middle of my abandonment freak out, I realized I have to go home."

She pouted slightly and smiled at the way he paid specific attention to kissing her palm and hand, "Why?"

"The idiot that I am--I have a couple of early surgeries. I can be an asshole and reschedule if you want, though."

"No." She said, hopping off the counter, "Don't be an asshole. Go. I'll see you later." She made an attempt at moving aside but he jailed her, his arms braced on the counter on either side of her, "What?" She giggled.

"I think I have time for a shower." He answered, wiggling his eyebrows.

"I'd better be shampooed, dried up and dressed in twenty minutes." She stated seductively before ducking under his arm and disappearing down the hall, shedding her top in the process.