Title: Dance Me to The End of Love

Pairing: Mark/Callie, Meredith/Derek implied

Rating: NC 17 I think

Disclaimer: Not mine…sadly.

Summary: "You want to touch my stomach? TOUCH IT! I don't care!" ---I don't TOUCH pregnant women. It's weird." The lyrics are from a song by the genius that is Leonard Cohen.

me to your beauty
with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic
till I'm gathered safely in
Lift me like an olive branch
and be my homeward dove
Dance me to the end of love

Let me see your beauty
when the witnesses are gone
Let me feel you moving
like they do in Babylon
Show me slowly what I only
know the limits of
Dance me to the end of love

Mark pulled up to the driveway, grabbing a bouquet of lilies he had picked up for Callie after work. He hadn't seen her all day at work, and after back to back surgeries, all he wanted to do was go home and sit on the couch with her until bedtime. He skipped the couple of steps up the front porch and slipped his key in the keyhole.

Inside, he shrugged off his coat, "Callie!" he dropped his keys on the coffee table and looked around the large living room, finally seeing the light on in the kitchen, "Baby! Come give Daddy a kiss. My day was a--whoa, shit!" He stumbled back against the wall after seeing Addison sitting at the counter with a wine glas sin her hand.

"Daddy?" She snorted, lifting her glass to him then tilting her head, "Daddy it is."

"Um--" He swallowed hard, blinking once, just to make sure, "--what are you doing here?"

She grimaced, "I'm here to seduce you. You idiot. I'm here to see Callie and my nephew and/or niece."

"Oh." He said with a nod, "Good."

She chuckled and got off her seat, moving towards him, "How are you?" She asked, playfully punching his shoulder, then spotting the flowers in his hand, "Those for me?"

"NO." He sneered, holding them possessively to his chest, "Get away from me."

"Oh you're home." Callie said with a smile, walking in, in softer attire than what she had worn to work. Her baby bump peaking out from under her tee-shit, "Ooh, Flowers for me?"

"Yes." He answered proudly, glaring at Addison before kissing Callie hello.

"Thank you. Oh, you remember Addison right?" She joked.

He laughed sarcastically and moved to a seat at the counter, "Vaguely. Are we going out for dinner?"

"I ordered Chinese." She answered.

XXX

"So, is there a leash, or do you just lock the doors at night so he doesn't stray?" Addison asked with a laugh before reaching towards the center of the dining table for an egg roll.

Mark glared at her and Callie tossed a piece of broccoli at her from across the table.

"I'm just kidding. I'm--a little proud of you, Mark." She reassured them, digging into her plate.

"Me too." Callie agreed, leaning over to her left to kiss Mark before ruffling his hair.

"You ladies want to show me just how proud of me you are?" He asked suggestively before receiving a smack upside the head by Callie, "Kidding! I'm kidding!" As his laughter subside, the doorbell rang, "I'll get it." He said, standing up and kissing Callie's cheek before leaving the room.

Callie turned to look at Addison and shook her head, "He's horrible, I know."

Addison simply smiled and sat back, observing her closely, "You look happy, Cal."

Callie sighed and gently rubbed her belly, "I kinda am."

"Good."

"Yeah--other than the not getting off part, having Mark Sloan's baby is kind of nice." They laughed, but the moment was interrupted by Mark's return, with two unexpected guests.

"Hey!" Callie greeted.

"You said you weren't busy." Meredith hissed at Mark, then smiled politely at Addison, "Hi."

"Hi." Addison answered aquarelle, then smiled at her ex-husband.

"I heard you were here. How's L.A.?" Derek asked, ushering Meredith towards the table with his hand on the small of her back.

"L.A. is good. Sunny." She answered, shrinking under the sudden silence and Meredith's slight glare. She turned towards Callie, pleading with her eyes to save her.

"You guys hungry?" Callie interjected, an all too happy smile on her face.

About twenty minutes of Meredith being passive aggressive with Callie, and Mark and Derek, obliviously catching up with Addison, their attention was shortly shifted towards the sound of the front door opening then shutting, and then the sound of Cristina's approaching footsteps.

"Hey." She announced from under the threshold to the dining room. She watched as everyone lightheartedly (everyone being Derek and Mark), greeted her, then continued talking.

Callie watched as Cristina pursed her lips and eyeballed Addison. She cleared her throat and pushed her chair back, snapping her fingers toward Cristina to pull her accusing glare from her friend, "You. And you--" She said, nodding at Meredith, "--can I have a word?"

Reluctantly, Meredith followed Callie out the dining room as she grabbed Cristina by the arm and pulled her along, giving Addison an apologetic glance as they went.

"They TOTALLY hate you." Derek said to Addison as he took a sip from his wine. Mark laughed through a mouthful of noodles.

Addison raised a hand to her chest and her jaw dropped, "What did I do now?! I'm just here to visit!"

Derek shrugged innocently, "They're territorial. They're jealous. And you're still Satan so--"

Mark laughed again and Addison mocked him before sneering at him, "Oh-ha-ha. What are YOU laughing at? Shouldn't you be figuring out a way to pleasure your girlfriend without having to touch her? Are you gay now, Mark?" She asked with mock worry.

Mark only stared back with no emotion, while Derek choked on his wine, "So it's true?" He coughed, "What's going on with you?"

"A little pre-daddy jitters." Addison answered, a more honest apologetic look now, "Sorry, Mark. But you were being mean and it just came out. There's nothing wrong with you or anything. I actually think it's sweet--"

"Why can't you have sex with her?" Derek asked with interest.

Mark threw his napkin furiously on the table and crossed his arms over his chest, "I can have sex with her fine. I got her pregnant, didn't I?"

"Yeah--" Derek nodded, "How?" Both he and Addison laughed and Mark walked simply rose from his seat and started to leave.

"Oh! We're kidding!" Addison verified, "Derek couldn't have sex with me for a month after witnessing childbirth for the first time."

Mark turned, suddenly interested, "Really…"

As he took his seat back, Derek glared at Addison and shook his head, "Go back to Los Angeles, Tanning Booth."

"It's called sun--" She said defensively.

Back in the study, Callie pushed both women inside and closed the door.

Meredith flopped down on the cough against the wall, while Cristina leaned against the desk and rubbed her arm, "Abusive much, Callie?"

"Stop telepathically ambushing my friend!" Callie ordered.

"We're not telepathically ambushing her--" Meredith declared, "--we're telepathically ambushing YOU."

"WHY?" Callie asked.

"Because we are not your substitute Addisons." she blurted out.

Callie sighed at both of them, her eyes narrowed to slits in question. The two women only stared back defiantly, Meredith slouching on the couch like a child and Cristina fidgeting with the office supplies on the desk top, "What?" Callie finally asked.

"It's not like we're jealous--" Cristina snapped, "--at least, I'm not."

"I'm not jealous either." Meredith mumbled under her breath.

"--but we're not your emotional…trashcan where you can dump all your crap when McExWife isn't here." Cristina added.

"WHAT?" Callie asked again, clearly perplexed.

"--and what's with the hugging?"

"Yeah." Meredith added.

"--the hugging and the constant touching--why is she always touching your stomach? It hasn't disappeared. It hasn't grown in the last two days, or shape shifted. We've NEVER touched your fat, pregnant stomach. What's all the commotion about your stomach?"

"You want to touch my stomach? TOUCH MY STOMACH! I don't care!" Callie said, pointing at her belly.

"I don't touch pregnant women. It's creepy."

"Okay--" Callie took a deep breath before continuing, "--you are BOTH insane, and normally, I wouldn't give a rat's ass about explaining myself, but, you are not my replacement Addisons. You're--you're just not, okay? You're Cristina and Meredith and I'm sorry if you feel abandoned."

"That's okay." Meredith said, pushing herself off of the couch.

Callie then looked at Cristina, who still looked unimpressed, "If you don't talk to me, I'll hug you." She said to her.

"Whatever. I'm not even mad." Cristina sneered.

"Good." Callie said, relieved, "Can we please go back out there and--NOT be so conspicuously bitter. She's leaving tomorrow. Give her a break."

"Sure." Meredith shrugged.

"Whatever." Cristina added.

Callie rolled her eyes and opened the door, leading them out, "Brats."

XXX

The next day, while Mark had taken the day off, Addison had tagged along with Callie and spent the day in the hospital. Later, that night, Callie drove Addison to the airport and after about twenty minutes of crying, on both ends, and promises to call each other more often, Callie had finally driven home.

She pushed the door to the study open and found Mark sitting behind the desk in the far end of the room. He looked up from the computer an smiled, "Hey, babe."

She smirked slightly, then started to walk towards the desk.

"What's that?" he asked, nodding at the small black bag in her hand.

"This--" She said, holding it up, "--is a vibrator, Mark. I bought it last week. And I've used it twice. And if you don't have sex with me the way god intended us to have sex, I am going to go up to our room right now and use it again--loudly so you can hear me." She said sternly.

He stared back at her with an entertained look on his face, but said nothing. She was bluffing.

Callie crossed her arms over her chest, the bag still in her hand. He glared at her and she returned the look, not blinking. Finally, she sighed and with slumped shoulders said, "What are you doing?"

"The computer is fucked!"

"What did you do to it?"

"Hell, I don't know." Mark shoved the mouse away angrily, his eyes going back to the bag in her hand. "Did you really buy a vibrator?"

"Yes, Mark. And guess what ... it doesn't hold back." Callie laid the bag on the edge of the desk and walked around it, glancing at the computer screen. "Did you -"

"I've done everything, Callie. It's frozen."

Leaning down, she opened the door where the tower was and manually shut it down. Rolling his chair back, she stepped between him and the desk and pressed the necessary keys to boot the computer in safe mode.

Mark watched the sway of her backside as she leaned over the keyboard. He caught a whiff of her hair when she brushed it over her shoulder and he gave in to the urge to touch it. When she reached behind her to brush his hand away, he reached for a strand again and pulled it playfully.

"Stop." She complained and brushed his hand away again.

He saw red. His eyes landed on the bag that contained the vibrator again and he got to his feet so roughly that the chair hit the back wall.

Callie half turned, looking at him. "What are you -"

"Turn around." He hissed against her hair.

She gasped when his hands went to the front of her pants and made quick work of the button and zipper. Before she could form a single word, he had them shoved down to her thighs and had her palms flat on the desk. "Mark-"

He unzipped his own pants and leaned down, speaking against her ear. "Don't push me away--And don't use a fucking vibrator."

Crying out, she gripped the edge of the desk as he slammed into her. He held nothing back and she bit her bottom lip when his fingertips dug into the flesh of her hips. "Oh ... god." She groaned, her body suddenly burning up.

He yanked her back against him, grunting as his hips slammed against her backside. Reaching around her, he found her clit as the other moved up her side and roughly gripped her breast, twisting her nipple. Smiling, he felt her walls begin to clench around him and tweaked her clit so hard that she screamed his name. He didn't pause his thrusts, something she usually begged him to do as she got off. Instead, he moved his hands back to her hips, biting into her shoulder roughly, as he put his back into it.

The keyboard went flying as a second orgasm rocked through her and the phone quickly followed as her hand shot out to stop him. He shoved her hand away and lifted one of her legs, putting her knee on the polished wood surface of the desk. It deepened his penetration and he dug his hand in her hair as he got off.

And he got off hard.

So hard that he collapsed back in the chair, pulling her with him. He remained firmly sheathed inside her as she sat on his lap. Mark smiled when she leaned her head against the desk and tried to catch her breath. He trailed his fingers down her spine and over her side. "Throw it away, Callie."

"No."

"If you don't, I will."

"NO." She said again, sitting back against his chest and turning her head sideways to kiss him before shifting in his lap and they both groaned as he slipped out of her.

As she got dressed, he jerked up suddenly and turned her around by the waist, "Oh my god, did we hurt the baby?"

She simply rolled her eyes, then kissed the top of his head before heading out of the room.

Later that night, as Callie was sleeping, Mark sneaked out of bed and threw out the vibrator, smashing it on the ground before disposing of it.

XXX