Hard + Slow

Treat me
Hard + Slow
Don't let me go

Strip me of
my clothes
Kiss Hard
+ Slow.

"This is absurd. I have patients." Cristina complained, leaning against the sink in the hospital ladies room while Callie and Meredith sat on the counter, their backs against the mirror, "Why can't we do this when you get home?" She said, looking at her watch, then at the numerous pregnancy tests on the counter.

Meredith smirked at her, "Where'd you go last night? I tried calling you." She teased.

"None of your business. And you know, we are at a hospital. We're doctors, how can you be afraid of getting blood drawn?"

"I think she's seeing Mike with the hair guy." Callie added mockingly.

"So, you had sex with McSteamy, father of your surprisingly not annoying child, whom you're no longer living with? Have you talked to him yet?" Cristina asked, smiling smugly.

"Is it time yet?" Callie asked, looking over Meredith's shoulder to see the pregnancy tests.

The door opened and Cristina groaned, "There are other bathrooms, Olivia, get out!" She stopped once Izzie stepped inside instead, "Oh. It's you."

"Anything yet?" Izzie asked, leaning against the door.

"Two minutes." Meredith assured her.

"So, really--" Cristina said to Callie, "--it's been what, three weeks? A month avoiding the issue? He has the kid every other day. What do you do? Leave her on his doorstep and run away?"

"NO" We just--don't talk about it. It was awkward enough when we were done and getting dressed--" She grimaced at the memory, "--it's better to just pretend it never happened. Although, when the sex was so good you don't really mind not being able to walk the next day--it's kind of hard to just forget about it."

They all stared off blankly and nodded pensively, before noticing they were all doing it and laughing aloud.

"It's time." Cristina said, looking at her watch.

"Some one check." Meredith pleaded.

"Really, Grey." Callie said, "It's called birth control. Take a pill a month. You're done."

"Someone CHECK." She hissed.

Izzie sighed and rolled her eyes, "I'll check." She moved towards the sink and picked up a stick, then another, and another, and the last two, "Yep. No more periods for Meredith."

"Ugh--I guess I'm going to be a mom." Meredith said with a heavy sigh.

"Wait." Cristina said, a little confused, "You GUESS? You don't have to."

"No." She mumbled, looking at her lap, "--I do." She looked up and slowly smiled, "I can be a mom."

"Yay!" Izzie said enthusiastically.

"I call godmother!" Cristina exclaimed.

"You can't do that until they baby's born!" Izzie complained.

"And what about Sophie?" Callie asked.

"I've got enough awesome to spread around." Cristina answered as her pager went off, "Alright, Blondie, Sex-Deprived, and Preggo. I have to go."

When she was gone, Callie looked over at Meredith and shook her head, "She taught Sophie to say 'shit'"

"Fine. You're godmother."

"Thank you."

XXX

It was close to the end of her shift, when, having just checked on Sophie in the nursery, Callie spotted Mark entering the on-call room just down the hall. As she walked closer to it, she considered her choices. Walks right past the on call room and keep things nice and awkward, or bit the bullet and talk to him

She turned the doorknob and pushed the door open, "Mark—" She choked on her words at seeing him, braced against the top bunk, shirtless. He turned his head in her direction and she exhaled a longing breath before closing the door and leaning up against it.

"Sexual harassment is a crime." He said with a smirk.

She smiled back, "I think it's about time we talk."

"About the sex."

"Yes. The sex."

"The really good sex."

"The really good sex." She said, rolling her eyes, while secretly enjoying the banter.

"The really, really good sex on the kitchen table—"

"Anyway."

He chuckled and sat on the bottom bunk.

She took a deep breath and sighed, "it shouldn't have happened. Not like that."

"It was still good."

"—Mark, pay attention."

"Okay. Sorry. I agree. It shouldn't have happened like that. We're supposed to be broken up."

"Yeah—well, not broken up, maybe separated."

"Just separated." He said, assuring both of them as he held her gaze.

"So, it shouldn't happen again. For Sophie's sake, until we know how to fix this."

"Right." He nodded once in agreement, "Are you off soon?"

"Yeah."

"You want to maybe take Sophie to the park together this weekend?"

"Yeah. Sure. That'd be nice."

"Okay."

"Okay." She sighed heavily, "Damn it."

He grinned up at her as she walked towards him and without an explanation, lowered her head and kissed him, slowly as she moved to straddle his lap. He reached around to cup her ass and pushed her closer against him. When she pulled away, he smiled at her, "I thought you said no more sex."

"Shut up." She said, and pulled her scrub top off." Before she kissed him again, she said, "It's just sex, Mark. I need sex. You need sex. For now—this is how it has to be."

"You…want sex with no benefits…" He almost said no, but caved as soon as she nodded, with that look on her face he missed seeing, "Okay."

That night, Callie met Cristina and Meredith for drinks at Joe's, and after about five minutes of listing reasons why a baby should not be in there, he finally picked up Sophie and ad her sitting on the bar top, surrounded by some of the new interns, some of whom had been forced by Mark to babysit on occasion.

"So…" Cristina started, cracking a peanut shell, "—I saw something very interesting today."

"Did you?" Callie asked, disinterested as she sipped on her coke.

"Yep. Two things actually. People , actually. Leaving an on call room." She grinned as Callie's eyes widened, "And one of them was this dirty whore of a mother." She finished, pointing at Callie.

Meredith narrowed her eyes and shook her head in disappointment, "Bad Mommy."

"Not so bad Mommy. Because the sex was with the Daddy." Callie explained proudly.

"Unless you're back playing house with him, it's dirty and dangerous territory you should not be stepping in." Cristina said accusingly.

"Well, it's MY territory, so I can do whatever I want with it."

Cristina's eyebrow went up and she chuckled, "Peeing on your domain, huh?"

"She's right." Meredith cut in, The whole sex and mockery thing? Been there. Done that. It's not a good thing."

"No mockery. Just sex." She assured them, "Plus, we're apart and we have needs, and it's better to help each other out instead of looking outside the circle."

"Outside the circle…" Cristina sneered, "—you're diseased."

"How's Mike?" Callie asked.

"How's Mark?"

"Anyone want to know how Derek's doing?" Meredith asked.

Callie rubbed her shoulder warmly and smiled, "I cannot picture you pregnant. So, you KNOW we'll be taking pictures of you every time you gain an ounce."

"That sounds fun." She said dryly.

Cristina scoffed at her, "You are going soft already. I need to find new friend. At this point, Izzie is more hard core than you two. At this point, Sophie is more hard core than you two. You should be ashamed."

XXX

About a month and a half of sex with no benefits could do wonders for the development of Mark's jealous trait. He had started to get a little territorial, but he had decided not to take it upon himself because, after all, it was Callie who was allowing the flirting from that little five year old driving the ambulance that had just arrived. It was Callie who was laughing at his jokes, which were probably not even funny. He attacked the gum he was chewing with extra fervor as she touched the nerd's shoulder when s he talked to him. He stood up straight near the wall he had been leaning against, and not hiding, as the asshole with a death with handed her a card and reached over and actually touched her. Well, maybe not touched, but he brushed a hair strand out of her cheek and that had Mark fuming.

He waited for Callie to disappear back into the hospital before advancing toward his prey. The poor guy jumped out of his skin when Mark slammed his palm against the ambulance, standing just behind him.

"Can I help you?" He asked.

"Can you help me…" Mark sneered and offered a friendly smile that wasn't really friendly, "Yes. You can help me…" He reached forwards and tilted the young man's name tag up so he could read it, "Roger, is it?." He patted his cheek roughly, "That girl you were just, very actively, flirting with?"

"Yeah."

"She's hot shit, right?"

"Yeah." Roger said, excitedly.

"Yeah." Mark chuckled, then leaned in close, "That's my girlfriend, so, be a good boy and never talk to her again…"

"She never said she had a boyfriend."

Mark had to smile at his audacity, "Here's the thing, I'm a plastic surgeon. I can beat the shit out of your prepubescent ass, kill you, and make it look like you tripped and fell. So, get back into your little ambulance and forget all about her, unless you want to find yourself at the bottom of your favorite lake. Your choice. Okay, sweetheart?" He smiled coldly before turning on his heel and walking away proudly.

XXX

Callie stood a few feet from the nurses station, where a crowd on nurses were huddle dup, CLEARLY checking out Mark, who had just stopped by with Sophie. She as never one to be jealous—but, she still clenched her jaw at the little women flirting and talking to him like they were on a waiting list to fuck him.

She tucked the chart she was holding under her arm and approached the desk. They had apparently not seen her coming, because they didn't acknowledge her presence until she cleared her throat.

"Morning, Doctor Torres." Olivia said.

Callie grinned and took a breath, "Right. And if you all want to keep it that way, you better keep your eyes off Mark Sloan's ass. I see you all over here, just waiting to attack and get your hooks in him, but my hooks are already in him—deeply penetrated. So, really, do yourselves a big favor, and step off because he's taken. VERY taken. Got it? Good." And with that, she walked off.

XXX

Callie sat in the lounge, reading through paperwork, some of which rested on her lap. She looked up as Mark threw the door open and slammed it shut. She watched him, unaffected by his anger. She had learned a long time ago that, it was all a façade when he exaggerated like that. She leaned back and waited while he paced up and down the room and finally stopped, looking down at her with his hands on his hips, "Yes?"

"I--am not a piece of meat."

She snorted and chuckled, "What?"

"You threatened the nurses to stay away from me or else? Was I hallucinating, or was that what I heard?"

"Um--no, that was pretty much what happened." She said calmly, returning her attention to the paperwork.

"Hey!" He said snapping his fingers at her.

She looked up and sneered at him, "Don't you EVER snap your fingers at me again."

"You can't figuratively brand me!"

"Well, YOU can't figuratively brand ME!"

"I didn't!"

"What did you say to the ambulance guy today, Mark? Yeah. I heard. You can't go around threatening every guy that looks at me sideways."

"GUY?? He looked like a twelve year old, that was hardly a guy. And he didn't just talk to you, he was salivating all over you." He said with a look of disgust.

"Well, you need to stop doing that, because--"

"What about you?!"

"That's different."

"How?"

"It just is." She said, setting the papers on the table and standing up.

"So, we're not together, but you can claim me as your property?"

She thought for a second and then said, "Yes."

"Fine." he leaned in, until his face was only inches from hers, "But I know you know I'm a jealous, JEALOUS bastard. I'm stamping my name on your ass."

She glared at him and she fumed at the way he seemed to enjoy pissing her off, "You're a PIG."

"Oink-oink." He said with a smile, before turning around and leaving the room.

She stood in that same spot for about a second, telling herself that his jealousy didn't make her slightly happy. She turned her head sharply as Mark walked back in and she composed herself, "What do you want now?"

He stalked towards her and caught her off guard by grabbing the back of her head and pulling her in for a forceful, demanding kiss that left her lips swollen when he pulled away and simply smiled before leaving again.

XXX

"What about this?" Cristina to Meredith, pointing at a page from a maternity clothes magazine she was looking through. They sat on the colorful carpet in the hospital nursery with Callie.

Meredith leaned over to look at the page and frowned, "Mm-no. Nothing pink." She giggled as Sophie, who stood between her legs, played with her hair.

"All maternity clothing is pink or baby blue." Cristina announced.

"Why are you even looking at maternity clothes NOW?" Callie asked, laying on her back as she munched on a long piece of licorice.

"I don't think I ever even saw you in maternity clothes the entire time you were pregnant. How is that possible?" Meredith asked, perplexed.

"I didn't really start to show until the last trimester, and even then, it was yoga pants and baby doll shirts. I wouldn't be caught dead in maternity clothes."

"Really? Stretchy pants worked for you? I might not be able to escape it. I have a feeling I'm going to get HUGE."

"Oh my God!" Cristina complained, "Enough with the mother talk. What happened to the sexual indiscretions emotional unavailability? I know YOU'VE got some stories, Torres. Nurse Tyler told me he saw you and the sperm giver going at it in the parking lot."

Meredith gasped.

"Oh, please. Exam room." Callie said, glaring at Meredith as Sophie walked over to her and laid on her stomach. She reached down and patted her head tenderly, "And like I said, it's just sex. We're--good. We're REALLY god." She smiled suggestively.

"Ugh--you're disgusting--your DAUGHTER is sitting right here. You like corrupting her? Leave it to the school playground to do that."

XXX