Everything In Its Right Place 8/?
Title: Running On Sunshine
Pairings: Callie/Mark, Meredith/Derek, Cristina/Some dude, Izzie/her drink
Rating: NC 17
Disclaimer: Nope. Not mine.
Summary: Wedding party!
Girl you got me tripping on sunshine
God knows you just made my day
Since you came around
I just can't slow down
I wanna see you walk in my walk
Girl you got me thinking about diving
And get down on one knee, maybe two
People may stop and stare, but
I don't even care
Just as long as I'm with you
You got me running on sunshine
Ain't no clouds getting in my way
I must be running on sunshine
Ain't no rain getting in my way
Callie sat comfortably next to Mark, leaning into the crook of his neck as he wrapped his arms around her shoulders and they laughed at something Nancy, Derek's sister had said. She crossed one leg over the other and reached for Mark's wine glass, taking a sip as he coyly played with the thin strap of her dress.
"I mean, honestly. Who would have thought Marky-Mark would EVER settle down for more than a week?" Nancy said smiling across the table at Callie.
"Marky-Mark?" Callie asked him, snorting a laugh.
"Oh, has he not told you that story?"
"Shut up, Nancy." He ordered, shooting her a warning glare.
Nancy laughed and rolled her eyes, "So, when are you popping the question? Or is that still a taboo subject?"
"Well--" mark looked over at Callie and she averted her eyes, clearing her throat, "--it's up to her now." He squeezed her shoulders affectionately, "She won't marry me."
Callie looked up now and smiled, "Hey, the way I see it, if you tie 'em down, they'll only want to get away sooner, right?"
"Baby, I am not going to get away." he kissed her temple.
"Oh, I was talking about me, not you." She joked and Nancy laughed, while Mark glared at her and she kissed him apologetically before Cristina came up to their table and tapped her shoulder. "What's up?"
"Bathroom. Come on."
"Excuse me." She said and pushed her chair up before standing up.
Mark watched her disappear into the crowd and when he turned around, Nancy was watching him, her eyes narrowed in amusement, "What?" he asked.
"You're whipped."
"Jealous?"
"Amused. Loser."
"I'm going to marry her." he said with a secure nod.
"Get her drunk enough and maybe she'll do it."
He lifted his hand and flipped her off.
"I'm just saying. Maybe she thinks you're still a flight risk. Are you really ready for marriage?"
"I said I want to marry her, didn't I?" He crossed his arms over his chest, leaning back in his chair.
Nancy leaned forward, "You want to be with this woman? Forever?"
"Yeah."
"You want to wake up next to the SAME person every morning. Have sex with only her for the rest of your life?"
"If it wasn't frowned upon to have public sex, I would have thrown her on the table--you being here be damned. It never gets old. Stop trying to scare me."
"She's a kids person, Mark. You want kids?"
He remained silent then and frowned slightly. He scowled at her as she leaned back in her seat and grinned victoriously.
"Hmm--" She nodded, reaching for her wine glass, "--maybe you should think twice before asking her to marry you again."
"You're a horrible person. Medusa should be scared. What are you doing at a wedding?"
"It's called a reality check, Mark. Cash in."
"You cash in. I'm going to go get a drink." And with that, he was off.
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"What's going on?" Callie asked as she stepped into the bathroom behind Cristina.
Meredith stood in her wedding dress, leaning against one of the sinks. She looked up, surprised, "Close the door!"
That's when Callie noticed the bottle of tequila in Meredith's hands, "So much for a well collected, sober bride, huh?"
The door swung open yet again and Izzie stepped in, carrying four shot glasses, "Got them."
"What are we doing?" Callie asked as she was handed a glass.
"Derek's mom--" Meredith ranted, "--Derek's mom hates my guts. And his sisters--and Derek's mom says that she's glad I decided not to drink on my wedding day--?"
"So?" Cristina asked, taking the tequila bottle Meredith was having such a hard time opening, and popping it open.
"She said it while I picked up a glass of wine. Then she gave me that look--that--you will never be tall, leggy, and boobalicious enough for my son."
"I'm going to ignore that." Callie said, as Cristina went around, filling up the four glasses, "No trash-talking the redhead. She's still my friend."
"Right." Meredith nodded, before taking a deep breath, "Sorry."
"I wish that sounded honest."
"What did--" Izzie scoffed, turning Cristina to face her by the shoulder, "--where's your little belt thingy?!"
"I don't do pastels!" Cristina yelled back and Callie giggled, receiving a slight glare from Izzie.
"Okay." Meredith took a deep breath and raised her glass, "Let's get me a buzz. The party just started and already I want to go home."
"Cheers." Callie said, already regretting agreeing to do tequila shots. Before she could even complain about the taste of the bitter tasting alcohol, Meredith was quickly refilling their glasses and Callie made a face, "Oh my god. Can you please be a normal person and just ignore your new mother in law?"
"Yes." Meredith said breathlessly, "I can. But it's just easier if I'm drunk."
About four forced shots of tequila and a few group retro dances-slash-sing alongs later, mark stood at the podium, glass in hand as he readied to make a speech. He looked over at Derek and Meredith's table, "I feel like I've done this before--no that was the other wedding, right? This one's better, though. This time I'm taking a girl home whose name I actually know." he looked over at Callie, who sat only a few tables away and winked at her as she chuckled and shook her head. "Anyway, I'm not going to make this longer than it has to be. I know it's your wedding night, man--" He looked at the couple again, "--I'll just say that, I've known Derek for a while, and while he was BORN looking for someone to marry in the most painfully boring way, finally having found that person, for good this time--Meredith makes you fun, man, I'm sorry." There was light laughter before he continued, "You guys have it. You get each other, you're willing to commit the rest of your lives to making the other happy. You've done the rough patch thing and pushed through it and you're still a team. That's hard to find--" He said, glancing at Callie and smiling at her before turning back, "--you'll make each other laugh 'til you're not attractive anymore and you'll have tons of kids. I COMMAND that you make me an uncle, actually, because I have no plans, as of yet to spawn." There was more laughter as he took a deep breath,
Callie felt his last words strike her in the gut. She didn't know if it was the alcohol or what, but, that particular line stung-- she shrugged it off. She wasn't going to pick at a scab that wasn't even made yet, so she laughed along.
"You make me want to have that and I just hope one day I can have it, Derek. This time with my own wife, I promise." He raised his glass over the loud laughter and smiled widely, "Cheers.'
"Cheers!" The crowd echoed before clapping and cheering.
Callie stepped out of the ladies room, having just downed another half a bottle of tequila with Meredith and the girls. She walked through the long hallway leading towards the hall and as she reached the glass double doors, she peaked in and saw Chief Webber jumping around with the rest of the groomsmen, 'Shout' playing loudly. She chuckled, and out of the corner of her eye, she saw a familiar…blob. She turned her head and followed the tall frame, which disappeared around a corner. She blinked a couple of times, forcing her vision to back to normal. It did not work, so she settled for walking very, very slowly down the long hallway.
Mark turned around at hearing nearing footsteps, cell phone to his ear--he smiled at the waddling brunette giggling her way towards him, "Yeah. Alright. Thanks." he flipped his phone shut and slipped it into his pocket before meeting Callie halfway, "Hey, you." He greeted her, kissing her lightly, her hands on her hips.
"Hey, what are you doing all the way over here?" She purred, her fingers toying with his tie.
"Just making sure there are still cabs around. I am not driving us home. I'm pretty lop-sided right now. And you're about ready to hit the floor, too." He said with a laugh and she wrinkled her nose.
"So, that was a nice speech."
"You think so?"
"It was a winner. Yeah." She took a deep breath and averted her eyes for a second, "You really don't want kids? At all?"
He sighed and reached forwards to brush a strand of her hair behind her ear, "I want to be that person for you. I DO. You make me want to be that guy, but--one step at a time. I mean, I've already stopped being a slut, the kids and the--dog and the cat--just--not yet. Is it okay with you? If I'm not sure about that yet?"
She smiled shyly and nodded, "It's fine. Just for the record, though, I don't like cats. We would never have cats."
He looked at her thoughtfully, examining her features, "I am not a flight risk." He blurted out in a harsh tone.
"What?"
"I'm not a flight risk! I want you to MARRY me. Is that not enough for you? It's been, what? A year? Give me a break here, Cal."
"Mark--" She started, shaking her head.
"Look--" he said, calmly, holding her hand in his, "--I'm not going to pressure you. I can't control you. But legally married or not--that's what I want with you."
She looked up at him then, "I want to be with you, too. And maybe--I don't know. Maybe later--you know?"
He beamed at her, teeth and all, "Really?"
"Don't get cocky. It might be the alcohol talk--"
He grabbed the back of her head kissed her deeply, moving her, back against the wall and snaked her hand around her waist, then settled on the small of her back, his fingertips barely touching her behind.
She pulled away to catch her breath and chuckled, "That was NOT an innocent kiss, Sloan. Cut it out. We're at a wedding."
He smiled and leaned forwards to kiss her neck, and she sighed as he nibbled on her earlobe, "You shouldn't have worn that dress if you didn't want me to touch you."
"Oh, you are SO drunk." She sighed and her eyes fluttered shut as he parted her legs with his knee as he slightly pulled at the hem of her dress. A low throaty moan escaped her mouth and she pulled his face up with both hands, capturing his lips gain, running her tongue seductively over the slit between them until he groaned and parted them, biting down on her lower lip as he pressed his body harder against hers, reaching between them to grope her breast and run his thumb over the now erect nipple. She shuttered and thrust her hips forward involuntarily, grinding against his erection.
"YOU stop." Mark hissed with a groan as she panted against his cheek, then reached down and pulled at his belt buckle roughly. He brushed her hands away before she could unbutton his pants and reached for the skirt of the fitted dress she wore and pulled it half way up her thighs before her slipped his hand under it and pushed her silk panties aside. He grinned sideways as he slipped his middle finger inside her and was instantly gratified with the evidence of her arousal.
"Do you really need me to remind you we're out in the open? Just fuck me, Mark."
He leaned forward again and kissed her as he thrust his fingers deep into her ands he grunted, "You have such a dirty mouth when you're drunk." he didn't let her comply, quickly unzipping his slacks and lifting one of her legs, wrapping it around his waist, then wasting no time in thrusting hard into her. They both froze for a second, their lips grazing as they breathed in and out slowly, calmly, to keep from making any sound.
He pulled out almost completely before thrusting slowly inside her. She gasped and their eyes met as he moved faster and she met him with every thrust--he reached down and picked up her other leg, her body sliding higher up the wall.
He buried his face in her shoulder as he felt her flex her inner muscles around him and she did the same, muffling her grunts in his tuxedo jacket. A few more thrusts later and she was desperately grabbing at his shoulder with one hand moving her pelvis against him as with her other hand reached up and tangled her fingers in his hair, gasping and moaning as she came and followed soon after.
He eased out of her slowly, and gently set her legs back down on the floor, the sound of the music in the dance hall suddenly filling his ears again. He kissed her as they put themselves back together and made sure nothing was out of place in each other's outfits. She cleared her throat and fanned herself before running a hand through her soft curls. She caught mark looking at her and she smiled sheepishly, "What?"
"Your cheeks are pink." he leaned forwards and dropped a quick kiss on her lips, then a another, longer this time.
"Stop it." She said, and playfully swatted his chest., "Come on. I need a non-alcoholic drink." She took his hand in hers and they walked swiftly back to the reception. As they walked through the doors, They bumped into Cristina and a heavily drunk Izzie, "Oh, hey. Is that water?" Callie asked Cristina and reached for the glass in her hand.
"I'm going to go get Derek. He's--I think getting ready to get up on the table and dance." Mark said before dropping a haste kiss on Callie's cheek and walking off.
Callie looked up at Cristina who was glaring, "What?"
"You so had sex just now."
"That's gross." Izzie mumbled.
Callie looked over at Izzie and sighed, "Shut up, alcoholic. You're just mad I tamed the man-whore."
Callie stumbled into the backseat of the cab right before Mark made his way in and closed the door. He scooted next to her and leaned over to kiss her shoulder, then the side of her neck.
"I can't believe Cristina took home that guy---what's his name, babe?"
"Mike." he said wrapping an arm around her waist, pulling her closer, oblivious to the cab driver.
"Yeah. Mike. Although, they're both equally obnoxious, so--that works--stop it!" She scowled, slapping his hand out from under her skirt.
He laughed, then brushed her hair aside, kissing the back of her ear.
"Derek and Meredith are SO not having sex tonight--"
"That's too bad."
"--they practically had to carry him to the car." She turned her head and looked at him, an eyebrow raised, "Are you listening?"
"No." he admitted, leaning in to kiss her, then moved the hand on her waist slightly higher, rubbing just under her breast with his thumb.
The cab driver eyed them angrily from the rearview mirror and Callie tried to push him away, but he was not giving in, "Mark, come on. We're almost home." She giggled.
"Good." He breathed out, placing his hand back on her knee, kneading it softly, "Because you're in a lot of trouble when we get there."
"Promises, promises." She teased, then laughed as he kissed her and slipped his hand up her dress, and squeezed her thigh.
The driver cleared his throat, annoyed, and Callie pushed his hand out of her dress, "STOP it." She warned, but let him kiss her anyway.
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