Everything In Its Right Place 10/?
Title: Sunday Morning
Pairing: Callie/Mark
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Still not mine. I just adopt them once in a while.
Summary: It's those lazy, Sunday mornings, man.
Sunday morning rain is falling
Steal some covers share some skin
Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable
You twist to fit the mold that I am in
But things just get so crazy living life gets hard to do
And I would gladly hit the road get up and go if I knew
That someday it would lead me back to you
That may be all I need
In darkness she is all I see
Come and rest your bones with me
Driving slow on Sunday morning
And I never want to leave
Fingers trace your every outline
Paint a picture with my hands
Back and forth we sway like branches in a storm
Change the weather still together when it ends
I wrote this chapter a little differently than I usually do, just to show them being barf-worthy cute and what not. Hope you like it.
08:00 am- breakfast and newspapers
Mark and Callie sat on their bed, still in their pajamas. Callie's consisting of a simple white top and matching boy shorts, Mark's of black boxers and a white wife beater.
She sat, leaning against the headboard, her legs crossed at the ankles, a bagel in her hand. She chewed carefully, watching Mark with an entertained smirk. He lied on his stomach at the end of the bed and across the mattress, the newspaper laid near him, just under his line of vision. He reached over the edge of the bed and picked up his mug from the floor before carefully sipping from it.
The scent of the hot coffee clouded her nostrils and she swallowed and cleared her throat, "That smells really good."
He turned his head as he swallowed a mouthful of hot liquid and set the mug back on the floor, "Tastes good, too. Too bad we said no more caffeine."
"Come on, you fascist. Just a sip."
"No." He said firmly, then turned and nodded at her glass of OJ, which rested, still untouched on the nightstand, "Your juice sis right there.'
"I'll trade you a massage for your coffee." She offered, leaving what was left of her bagel on a plate next to her glass, the proceeding to crawl down the mattress to straddle his back. She started to knead the muscles on his lower back and he softened a little, but continued reading the paper.
"I'll take the massage--" He said, "--but you're not getting my coffee. We can got to the store later and get you decaf, if you want."
"Ugh--" She climbed off of him and smacked his ass, "--what's the point?" She sat back down and picked up her bagel.
"You think I don't like that?" He teased, referring to the booty smacking. She simply laughed and rolled her eyes.
9:45- blanket forts
"Does my breath smell bad?" Mark asked, blowing on Callie's face under the blanket they had thrown over both their heads, their faces only inches away.
Callie groaned and covered his face with her hand, then made a gagging sound, "Oh-GOD! That's how you know we've been together a while. You're throwing your modesty card away."
He bit her hand to brush it off, then grabbed it and kissed her palm, wrapping both legs around her waist, trapping her there, his hand behind her head so that they'd be nose to nose.
She cleared her throat, then playfully bumped her forehead to his before kissing him. She then smiled and licked her lips, "Mm--coffee."
It was his turn to smack her behind now, "Stop it." He scowled, but couldn't help but laugh as she did in between kissing him repeatedly.
11:00 am- planning things
After about three hours of lounging around in bed, they now lied over the covers, Mark cradled between her legs as he held her head steady and kissed her tenderly, once in a while toying with the strands of dark hair the were splayed on the mattress, around her face like a halo.
"You know what I was thinking?" he asked, nibbling on her chin.
"Hmm?" Rocking her legs and his hips from side to side.
"I was thinking we should probably get a bigger place. Like a house." he kissed her temple.
"Yeah." She said, kissing his chin as he kissed her forehead again.
"Yeah?" He kissed her neck.
"Mm-hm." She nodded, gently dragging her fingernails over, then under his shirt, tickling his skin.
"You know what else I was thinking?"
"Hmm?" She asked as he kissed her clavicle.
"I was thinking you smell really good." He breathed against her neck and she felt a shiver.
"Good." She said and pulled his face up for a kiss as he easily reached down and pulled his boxers down just enough, and pushed the crotch of her panties aside.
He smiled down on her as he entered her and remained still, bracing himself with his arms on the mattress. She smiled back and something like a hum escaped her throat. "When our kid's born--" He started, "--we won't have Sundays like this anymore until he or she goes to college, huh?"
"Probably not." She said and let out a silent grunt as he moved out and thrust back in.
"Okay." He kissed her again, "--we should get a big house."
"Not too big--" She groaned as he pulled out all the way, then thrust back in, slowly until he was all the way inside her, "--oh, that feels really good." She moaned and licked her lips, "A nice--moderate--oh--house."
"Moderate is boring." He said, groaning as she clenched her muscles around him.
"Okay. Fine--just do that thing again." He did and she sighed, satisfied.
"Want to hear a joke?"
"No." She grunted.
"If your aunt ran away and got married, what would you call her?" he asked anyway.
She wrapped her legs around his waist an groaned, "I don't know. What?"
"Antelope."
She stared at him as he reached over their heads and braced himself on the headboard.
"That's not funny." She said and arched her neck as he thrust in, in a slightly different angle.
"Knock-knock." He said.
"Mark, come on--"
He stopped moving and raised an eyebrow, "KNOCK-KNOCK."
"Who's there?" She asked with a slight chuckle as he started to move again.
"Olive."
"Olive Who?"
"Olive You."
She laughed aloud then, "You're such a girl."
He chuckled and leaned down to kiss her, the perspiration building up on his forehead now, "Can you marry me tomorrow?"
"No." She said, grabbing tight hold of the pillow under her, "But I will buy a house with you."
"You don't treat me well for what I do for you."
"Don't pretend this is just for me."
He pushed in harder and they both groaned, "Okay. Yeah. We both win."
01:30 pm- Lunch
"Let me see.' Mark mumbled through a mouthful of PB&J sandwich. They both sat, with their backs against the headboard, each holding a sandwich. Callie shook her head as she chewed and changed the channel on the TV. Mark took another bite and nudged her leg, "Come on! Show me your peanut butter and jelly loveliness." He said, chewing with his mouth open on purpose and he almost choked as he laughed and she snorted, finally giving in.
"Okay." She said, an chewed for a few seconds before opening her mouth and flashing her chewed food as he did the same and they laughed so hard at the childishness, that tears ran down her face, "You're making me so gross! We're having a child, for god sake." She chuckled, wiping her mouth with a napkin.
"I'm just making us more fun. Come here--" He grabbed her and against her protests and attempts at shoving him off, rubbed the smeared jelly from his lips on her cheek and neck.
"You're so disgusting!" She laughed wholeheartedly, "Ow! Stubble!"
"I know, baby, I know." He cooed, the way he would to a child, then licked her neck and she screamed in protest.
02:45 pm- rubber ducky
Callie sat in a warm bath, hugging her knees as she looked over at Mark, who was mumbling something about going out to dinner through brushing his teeth, "I don't know." She said, "Where ever you want to go is fine." He then surprised her by jumping in the tub behind her after shedding off his clothes. He hugged her waist and kissed her shoulder, "I invited you to this bath and you RSVP'd no. What the hell?" She said.
"I know. But you know me and my separation anxiety." He brushed the hair aside and kissed her nape, "You're all warm and silky." he laid his cheek against her back and tickled her stomach with his fingers, "There's a house for sale like two blocks down from Meredith and Derek's."
She turned her head and found him grinning, "You've been looking before telling me?"
"Guilty." He said, then kissed the corner of her lips, "But now you have something to look at."
"What if I don't like it?"
"You will."
"But what if I don't?"
"We'll live in the car." He lifted the sponge and softly washed her shoulders and back , "Hey, you want to hear a joke?"
She laughed and splashed water in his face, "Shut up."
6:30 pm--dinner
Callie stood in front of the mirror, dressed for dinner, running her hand through her hair as Mark sat at the edge of the bed, fully dressed as well, the remote control in his hand as he lazily changed channels.
"You know what I was craving?" he asked, his eyes still glued to the television.
"Tell me." She inquired, slipping her hoop rings on.
"That left over pasta from last night."
"You can have pasta at the restaurant."
"Yeah." He said with a nod then gasped as something in the TV screen caught his eye, "Oh, look! Psycho's on. It just started, too."
She turned then and crossed her arms over her chest, eyeing him curiously, "I'll be right back."
"Kay."
She returned a couple of minutes later with an open container full of the pasta Mark had been talking about in one hand, and two beers in the other. He turned his head from where he sat and smiled, "Hello. Did I order room service?"
She approached him and handed him a beer, "You want to stay in instead?"
"Yes." He said, his smile broadening as he stood up and pulled the sheets down on the freshly made bed. She toed of her shoes as he shrugged off his jacket and hopped on the bed, "Come here--"
She climbed on the mattress next to him and huddled against his side as they started to pick at the cold pasta and for a second, he looked over at her and kissed the top of her head. Mark had never been a nesting kind of guy--not until meeting Callie anyway.
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