Whole Lotta Love

I've heard people say that too much of anything is not good for you, baby
But I don't know about that
There's many times that we've loved
We've shared love and made love
It doesn't seem to me like it's enough
There's just not enough of it
There's just not enough
My darling, I can't get enough of your love babe
Girl, I don't know, I don't know why
Can't get enough of your love babe

"Hey." Meredith greeted Callie cheerfully, playfully nudging her shoulder as she came around the nurses desk to stand next to her, "What cha doin?"

"Um--" Callie smiled, looking up from the file she was reading through and set her pen down on the desk top, "--working. What are YOU doing? Besides being annoyingly cheery that is."

"Oh--nothing. Nothing. I was just--wondering how your day was going…"

"Right. Why though?" Callie asked.

"Just--cause you know--I'm engaged."

Callie's mouth dropped in surprise and she smiled, "Oh, wow! Congrats." She said, patting Meredith's' hand, which rested on the desk, "You nerd. Why didn't you just say it?"

"I don't know."

"Wow. So, when?"

"Soon." Meredith nodded, then chewed on her top lip nervously.

"What?"

"I--need bridesmaids. Before you say anything! No uniformed dresses. No flowers in your hair and bows on your ass. I swear."

Callie glared at her and shook her head, "I hate you."

"Oh you told her Izzie's a bridesmaid too?" Cristina interjected as she flopped down in a chair on the other side of the desk.

Meredith cringed and tried to dodge Callie's second glare, "Come on. It's one day."

Callie took a deep breath and rolled her eyes, gathering the files in her arm, "Fine. But you better actually walk the aisle this time. The last time I did this for one of you, it took me an hour to wash the crap out of my hair and I got a divorce." She sent one final accusing look at Cristina and walked off.

Cristina's eyes widened and she scoffed as Meredith giggled, "Bitch."

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Callie started to make her way down a hospital hall, when a door to an on-call room opened and an arm, too fast for her to see, grabbed her and pulled her in. The papers in her hands were dropped on the floor as her wrists were pinned to the door above her head, "Good morning." She said with a chuckle as Mark leaned in and nibbled on her neck.

"I've got twenty minutes to take advantage of you." He growled, pressing her knee to her, parting her legs and drawing out a moan from her throat.

"Okay. Meredith and Shepherd are engaged." She breathed out as he pushed her white coat off and slipped a skillful hand under her scrub top.

I know. I went with him to pick up the ring."

"Really?" She said, pulling away slightly to look at his face.

"Yeah." He nodded, eagerly leaning forward to capture her lips again but groaning in frustration once she dodged him and slipped out of his grasp, "Baby--eighteen minutes."

She nodded as she spoke and toed off her shoes, "Is that where you got the idea to propose the other night?"

"No." He responded, mimicking her actions, then shrugging off his own coat, "I just wanted to. Why? Did you change your mind?" He asked teasingly.

She laughed, "No." She stopped, her hands at the hem of her shirt, and frowned, "I have to be a bridesmaid again--with Stevens."

Mark nodded again, motioning for her to hurry up, "Yeah. Honey--take off your clothes."

"Oh." She smiled apologetically and whipped her shirt off as she walked the couple of steps it took to get to him and kissed him.

"Wait." He said, and pulled away, Callie now being the one to protest, "I'm actually going to see you in a dress? In a GIRL dress?"

"Very funny, honey, but, tick-toc." She said, pulling at his leather belt.

"Fifteen minutes--" He said, kissing her, "--we are never talking again, it just takes up our time." She laughed as he grabbed at her waist and pushed her up against the nearest wall.

Twenty-two minutes later, Callie emerged slowly from the on-call room, her cheeks flushed as she tried with all her might to tame her sex hair, tucking a strand behind her ear and adjusting the disrupted files in her arms.

"Hey." She jumped as Cristina tapped her shoulder and she turned around, still slightly out of breath, "Hey."

"What--the hells is wrong with you?" Cristina asked, more perplexed than concerned.

"Nothing" She answered and, on cue, Mark stumbled out of the on-call room, slipping on his lab coat.

Cristina looked at Callie, then at Mark and smirked, "Taking a nap?"

"Nope--" He said with a grin, "--having sex with my girlfriend."

Callie closed her eyes and shook her head as Mark kissed her cheek and winked at Cristina as he walked away, a slight spring in his step.

"You're my superiors--" Cristina said, a disappointed tone in her voice, "--what am I supposed to take from that?"

"You can--ignore it and pretend you didn't see anything." She said with a smile and resumed walking.

"Hey, believe it or not, I had a purpose--" Cristina said as she kept up with Callie's quick pace, "--we're doing extreme wedding planning tonight." Callie tossed her a bitter eye roll and Cristina nodded, "--echoing your sentiments and all, but it turns out the wedding's actually at the end of this month--something about--someone dieing. I don't know. I wasn't really paying attention, BUT, I got you and me a semi-get out of jail card."

Callie stopped and turned to her with a fixative head tilt, "Keep talking."

"We're picking up sample cakes and wines."

"Don't they deliver?"

"Exactly." Cristina said with a wide grin.

Callie lifted her head understandably, "Oh, I see. By going around town picking crap up, we miss the wedding, slash, bridal hell."

"Yes. Izzie can handle that. She actually enjoys it."

"I don't get that girl."

"I stopped trying a long time ago. Okay. So, meet you in the lobby at five-thirty? We can grab a drink at Joe's. Buy some time."

Callie tapped her nose and smiled, "Somebody put on smarty-pants this morning."

"Maybe not smarty pants, but I am wearing a witty bra." She answered, touching her index finger to her nose as she walked off.

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Cristina and Callie stumbled into Meredith's house, Callie carrying small stacked boxes from a nearby pastry shop and Cristina carrying a few shopping bags, some containing snacks and some bottles of white and red wines.

"Her name was Sugar-Cane, or Sugar-Legs or something, dude." Cristina said in between chuckles as Callie gasped for air and they bumped into each other as they made their way towards the kitchen.

"Sugar…Gams." Callie added and their laughing subsided shortly thereafter as they stepped through the kitchen door and saw Izzie and Meredith sitting at the island counter, Bridal magazines spread in front of them.

Both Izzie and Meredith looked up at them, Izzie more mortified than surprised at seeing Callie, "Hey--hye, guys." She stammered nervously.

"Hey, Iz." Cristina greeted, setting the shopping bags on the counter as Callie smiled forcefully, and took a breath before setting the cake samples down and looking over at Meredith, "The ice cream cake is just for fun."

"Ice cream wedding cake?" Meredith asked with a laugh.

"It looked good." Cristina added, taking the wine bottles out one by one and setting them on the marble counter. "Oh, Mere, do you care if Derek goes and sees some strippers at the bachelor party?"

"No. I don't' care. But I don't' think he's into that."

"He's got a penis. He's into that. Anyway, we got him one."

"Sugar Gams?" She asked.

"She's a very talented young lady." Cristina answered, then shared a laugh with Callie.

"So, what are we doing?" Callie asked, pulling up a stool.

"Just looking." Meredith answered, "I might just end up wearing something from my closet. Gows are--overwhelming."

"Suffocating." Cristina corrected.

"I think it's nice to feel like the center of attention for one day." Izzie said and Callie glared quietly as Cristina sighed and handed her a glass of wine. She really did not understand that girl.

"Whatever. I don't need a puffy white dress to feel hot. It starts when I wake up." Crsitina said matter-of-factly and received a mocking glance from Callie, "When are we going to go get bridesmaid dresses? I want to get it over with."

"Saturday." Meredith informed the women, "So, be free all day. It shouldn't take long. I don't care what the dress looks like as long as they're not white."

"No matching?!" Izzie exclaimed, appalled, "Meredith--"

Ignoring Izzie's ranting as much as possible, Callie gulped down what was remaining in her glass, then motioned for Cristina to refill, who did not miss a beat and filled both their glasses to the top.

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"I just don't get her--" Callie breathed out and tossed her head back slightly, panting as she moved her hips in slow circles, her bra strap falling off of her shoulder, one of her hands gripping tightly to Mark's shoulder while the other held an equally tight hold on the backrest of the couch behind him. She bit her lip moaned leisurely at the sensation she was getting, "--she's so annoying."

Mark groaned, thrusting upward as his own hands tried to grip Callie's hips. Normally, he'd sit back an enjoy after Callie got home and for no reason wanted to have sex on the couch, but she was making it kind f difficult to concentrate. He spotted a tiny, barely there, bead of sweat trickling down the side of her neck and he started to lean forward to kiss it away, when she gave a tiny trust down followed by a slight grunt that he loved so much and any plan he had to move was shattered. Instead, he let his head fall back on the backrest with another groan.

"Three hours of blonde agonizing peppy, cheerleader enthusiasm." She panted and sped up her hip movements as she spoke, "Mark, I'm talking to you."

He groaned and lifted his head, "Baby, I'm trying to listen, but it's making it kind of difficult to concentrate. Especially when you do that thing--"

"What thing?" She asked, thrusting down again.

He half laughed, half moaned, "That. Stop either/or, hon."

She smiled wickedly down on him, "Sorry. I'll shut up."

He reached up and pulled her face down, kissing her, playfully biting her top lip, She panted heavily against his lips and he reached behind her and cupped her ass, pushing her down hard and she cried out.

"Do it again." She breathed out and the whimper she let out when he did as asked almost had him finished right there.

He braced himself on the couch and scooted forward with the attempt at somehow moving the party to the floor to get a better angle, but she gasped and dug her nails to his forearm, "Wait, don't move--don't move."

She moaned repeatedly as her thrusts became shorter and quicker and she could feel herself slide on his lap, sweat trailing down her spine, which she arched as the first wave of her orgasm took over, making every inch of her body tingle, "Oh God."

He breathed hard against the moist skin of her neck and met her thrusts as he let go and wrapped one arm around her waist tightly, while still gripping the seat of the sofa with his free hand.

She remained, limp over his shoulder as she tried to regain function of her muscles and he groaned in protest as she sat up and he slipped out of her. She smiled and kissed his shoulder, "You're the best stress reliever."

"Stress reliever, sex instructor. I can do it all."

She sighed and climbed off his lap before reaching for her panties on the floor and slipping them on.

"Where are you going?" He asked, securing himself back in his pants, which, in her urgency, Callie didn't even bother removing completely.

"Shower. Then sleep. I have an early morning."

"You have tomorrow off."

"Bachelorette party planning. Oh. Remember to confirm Derek's stripper."

"Baby, I said no."

She tossed a raised eyebrow at him then a chuckle, "Right."

"I mean it!" Mark yelled as she disappeared into the bedroom, "It's not funny!" But she was gone. She'd won. "Damn it."

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