Ooh La La

Thanks to Chelle for the sex scene in the end! You rock!

Dial up my number now
Weaving it through the wire
Switch me on, turn me up
Don't want it baudelaire
Just glitter lust
Switch me on, turn me up
I want to touch you
You're just made for love

I need la la la la la la

Coils up and round me
Teasing your poetry
Switch me on, turn me up
Oh child of Venus
You're just made for love

I need la la la la la la
I need ooh la la la la

You know I walk for days
I wanna waste some time
You wanna be so mean
You know I love to watch
I wanna love some more
It'll never be the same
A broken heel like a heart
I'll never walk again

Callie wiped the kitchen counter as it rained outside. It had been "one of those days" and she was exhausted. She heard a light stepping behind her, and she sighed when she turned around and saw Rexie standing behind her, wagging her tail. That's when she noticed the dog's muddy paws and the trail behind her, "Damn it, Rexie! Bad dog!" She grabbed a towel and kneeled to wipe the floor and Rexie's paws clean, "Go." She ordered.

As the dog disappeared, Mark entered the kitchen, "What happened?"

"You left the door open." She snapped, standing up and tossing the dish towel in the sink.

"Me?! I said 'get the door, babe, I'm getting the girls to bed' and you said 'okay'."

"NO. You didn't. You said 'I'll get the door, babe--"

"Why would I need to let you know that I got the door?" He asked, with a sneer, stepping closer to her.

"Uh--I don't know Mark. Why would you need to tell me when you've had "the longest pee ever"? You say a lot of idiotic things."

"Why are you being such a bitch lately?"

"I don't know. Why are you being such a careless asshole lately?"

He stared at her defiantly, his jaw tightened, and placed his hands on his hips. He opened his mouth to speak, but sighed heavily instead, "We need to have sex, Cal."

"Oh god, yes we do." She said pleadingly.

"We're going to kill each other if we don't."

"I know this!"

"We're having se tonight." He informed her, pointing a decisive finger at her.

"Yes." She agreed, leaning against the sink.

"No matter how tired we are."

"Deal."

"Good." he nodded, stepping closer to seal the deal with a kiss that he intended to be short and haste, but quickly evolved into a longer, deeper kiss that forced him to wrap his arms around her waist and press his groin to the pit of her belly.

She breathed heavily when they pulled apart, not noticing that her hands were gripping tightly to Mark's shirt, "Okay. As soon as I finish cleaning--"

"We have sex." he finished, leaning in to kiss her neck, "Or, we could just have sex now."

"Right here?" She asked in a squeal, closing her eyes and biting her lips as he popped loose the button of her jeans and nibbled on her earlobe, "Yeah, okay, right here."

He lowered her zipper and slipped his hand inside her pants, teasing her through the fabric of her panties.

She gasped and lifted one leg, wrapping it around one of his to press him tighter against her, "This isn't ver--" She choke don her words when he palmed her breast and kneaded it firmly.

"What?" He asked, biting her bottom lip.

"I don't know. Who cares?"

"Not me." He growled and she laughed as he lifted her onto the counter. There was a sudden squealing of laughter and a bark upstairs and they froze.

"Shit." She hissed regretfully, pressing her flushed cheek against his.

"Mommy!" Sophie yelled through a fit of giggles from her room, "Rexie got the bed all dirty!"

"I'll get it." Callie said, kissing Mark's cheek before hopping off the counter.

"I'll get the back door." He added, "Fifteen minutes, thought."

"Fifteen minutes!" She assured him, going up the stairs.

But fifteen minutes turned into two and a half hours of changing bed sheets, getting the girls back to bed, cleaning the couch after Rexie jumped all over it and giving the monstrous dog a bath.

They never got to the sex.

The next day, they rushed in the morning when the alarm clock didn't go off as planned, and the girls were late to school, which made Callie and Mark late to work.

Callie got to set a few bones, though, which helped her release some of the tension. But the tension soon returned with a vengeance when she got a few minutes off and stopped by the gallery to watch one of Mark's surgeries. She sat in the front row, a shameless sideways smirk planted firmly on her face as she watched him operate. An eyebrow went up as he raised his voice and scolded an intern for hovering. It was a sick fact, but she liked him in charge.

"You're salivating." Cristina said dryly as she flopped down next to her.

"Can you blame me?" She whispered, never tearing her gaze from him, "Look at him handle himself. The precision." She let out a silent whistle."

"You're gross. You're ruining guts an gore for me."

"Get over it. So I'm lusting over my husband. My hot, HOT husband. You're the one who's living in sin."

"Oh, ha---ha."

The same intern from before dropped something and Mark called him an assassin and kicked him out of "his OR". Callie shifted a little in her seat and subconsciously crossed her legs, while releasing a semi audible sigh.

"Stop it." Cristina snapped, disgusted.

"Stop what?" She asked, biting her lip as Mark looked up, having just noticed her there. She could see the knowing smirk even under his mask when he looked at her for a brief second.

"If you were a man, you'd have a tent in your pants."

"You're not wrong."

"Okay, ew." Was all Cristina said before leaving the gallery in a huff.

Two hours later, Callie rushed into the on call room, with barely enough time to kick her shoes off before the door opened and Mark appeared behind her, quickly wrapping am arm around her and pulling her nack against him with a groan from both parties, the tangled his free hand in her hair, turning her head enough to kiss her. There was nothing polite about it. They licked and bit--at lips, chins, whatever could be reached, "You were watching me today." He hissed against her ear.

"I was." You're so bossy sometimes--" She reached behind him and her own fingers into his hair, "--so, just so you know, this has o be hard, and quick because I only have twenty minutes."

"Oh, come on!" Cristina yelled, sitting up in the top bunk, and yanking her headphones out of her ears, "Out of ALL the on call rooms in the WORLD!" She jumped off the bed and picked up her shoes from the floor, not bother ing to put them back on as she shot darts at the shell chocked couple while leaving.

"She might be scarred for life." Mark stated.

"She's a big girl. She can handle it." Callie assured him as she turned around in his arms and whipped her top over her head.

He chuckled and wasted no time in reaching for her pants, pulling at the strings to bring her closer. She groaned into his mouth as her pushed her up against the bed frame. She reached above her head and grabbed tight hold of the railing of the top bunk as he trailed open mouthed kisses over her breasts and farther down over her ribcage and belly.

"I've missed you." He mumbled, before biting just under her navel then pulling her pants down.

"Me too, trust me." She panted, right before someone's pager went off, "NO." She whined at the ceiling.

"You didn't hear that. Ignore it." he offered, kissing her thigh while caressing her behind.

"Okay." She said, relishing on the feeling--until another pager went off, "God damn it!"

He groaned and fell back on the floor as she picked up her pager form the floor and read it, "Of course it's a nine-one-one! Jesus…"

They got dressed and left, but not before making a date for after bedtime.

At exactly, five twenty-five, mark was hurrying to the OR, when a familiar voice called out to him.

"Hey, Sloan!" She called with a smile, "You ready?" She frowned at noticing his attire, "You're not ready."

"No." He leaned in and kissed her softly, "Two hockey teams. Smashed faces."

"Oh. Wait. Broken bones? I haven't been paged."

"I told them to call some one else. You looked tired."

"Awe--and you wanted to get laid?"

"Just trying to get you naked as soon as possible." He smirked.

She sighed, disappointed, "Okay, well, I'll pick up the girls and try to have them in bed by eight, but if I'm asleep when you get home, you wake me up."

"Oh, I will." he said with a smile and watched her leave.

He arrived a little after midnight. After having made a quick pit stop for flowers, he took long strides up the walkway and unlocked the door. Upon walking in, he noticed the kitchen light on, "Cal?" No answer.

He dropped the flowers and his jacket on the counter, knowing when he went upstairs, he'd find Callie asleep, but hoped she wasn't anyway. He pushed the door open slowly and frowned at seeing the empty bed. He exited the bedroom and continued down the hall, where the girls' night light offered some light through the ajar door, "Hey." He whispered, smiling warmly at Callie, who sat at the edge of Mia's bed, stroking her back gently while Sophie slept soundly in her bed and Rexie laid in a corner, dosing off, "What's up?"

"She has a fever." Callie frowned.

He advanced, a worried look forming on his face.

"She's okay." She reassured him, "She's just fussy."

He leaned down and kissed Callie softly before leaning further down to kiss the top of Mia's head, "What about Sophie?"

"She's only a little warm, but it's coming." She sighed heavily and looked up at him, "We're never having sex again." She laughed.

He chuckled and kissed her again. Sophie stirred and opened her eyes slowly, "Hey, Princess. You okay?" He asked her, and when she simply shook her head, he moved towards her bed, took off his shoes and crawled in with her as she settled comfortably on his chest. She was asleep within minutes.

It was a couple of days before the girls went back to school. And now, Mark sat in the courtyard, poking hopelessly at a garden salad in front of him, when Callie suddenly appeared and sat across him, "Hey, you." he greeted with a wide smile.

"Hey." She said, beaming back, "I--have a surprise."

"Is it under your clothes, and do I get to unwrap it?"

"No. But you know how we haven't had ANY time to breathe lately, let alone time to have sex?"

"He nodded, exhaling loudly."

"Well, I've got two words for you. Ski Resort."

He frowned, confused, "I don't really feel like skiing."

"You're not understanding me." She said, lowering her voice, "We are going away tomorrow. Friday, Saturday, Sunday. You and me, and a bed. Far away."

"Ohhhh--" He said, leaning forward in his seat, "--wait, what about the girls?"

"Aunt Meredith and uncle Derek have that covered. What do you say?" She asked, expectedly.

"I say, let's go home and pack."

"Well, you can't. You have things to do. But I can leave early. I will go pack for us, pick up the girls from school, when you get home we'll take them over to Meredith and Derek's and then, we can finally get some alone time."

"I like the way you think."

She leaned forwards and kissed him, sighing before standing up, glancing at him one last time before leaving. When she was gone, he leaned back, stabbing his salad with his fork and eating a mouthful. He sighed happily.

The bellhop brought their bags into their room. While Mark tipped him, Callie made her way into the bathroom to freshen up. When she walked out, she spotted Mark near the bed, inspecting some pamphlet they had given them at the front desk. She walked up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing her lips to his shoulder blade and breathing in the leather of his jacket.

"Hey." He said, placing his hand over hers before turning round and cradling her face in his hands to lean in and kiss her softly, "You look happy."

"Happy. Horny." She nodded, leaning in to kiss him again, sighing into his mouth as his tongue darted out to lip her bottom lip before dipping it into her mouth and running it along her own. Her arms circled his waist for a second before she gently placed her palms on hi chest and pushed him on the bed.

She locked her eyes with his in a mischievous grin as she tugged at her clothes and pulled them off as he did the same.

He quickly reached for her as she straddled his lap and pressed her lips to his again. She grinded against him and he groaned, cupping her ass to flip her on her back.

She panted as he licked her collar bone, "You brought condoms, right?"

He froze and quickly shot his head up, "What? No!"

She lifted herself onto her elbows and glared at him, "I haven't been on the pill since Mia, we haven't had sex in like…years. What did you think we were going to do here, Mark? Take pottery classes and make friends?!" She sighed and fell back onto the bed.

He hovered above her and he was physically aching to touch her.

"You're going to have to buy some." She said.

"Well--what if I didn't?" He said, thoughtfully.

"What?" She asked, absent mindedly.

"What if I didn't?" He asked again, settling down beside her.

She turned her head towards him and watched him thoughtfully, "What?"

"What if--we had another baby?"

On impulse, she laughed, the stopped in mid chuckle seeing the seriousness in his eyes, "You're kidding---right?"

He shrugged, "Not really."

"Mark--" She was at a loss for words, and all she could do was stare back with fear in her eyes, "We have TWO kids under the age of seven--you want ANOTHER ONE?? NO!"

"Why not?"

She sat up, nervously pushing her hair back behind her ear, "Mark, I just--"

"What?" he asked, sitting up next to her.

"It sounds great. The--big family, the dog, maybe a cat. Craziness all around--but…CRAZY. ALL AROUND. EVERYDAY."

"Yeah. We can handle it."

"What about--" She trailed off, rolling her eyes and sighing.

"What?" he inquired, kissing her bare shoulder.

"I don't think my body can handle another baby. My boobs--will sag and then--everything will be out of place and ugly."

"You can never be ugly. And I'm a plastic surgeon. I can fix what falls."

"MARK SLOAN!"

"Mia has been asking for a baby."

"Stop. It's not going to work."

He slipped his hand along her wet center. "If I go buy condoms then the mood will be completely gone and -"

"We are not seventeen! That won't work on me."

He slid down her body, kissing as he went. His tongue darted into her belly button and he grinned up at her when he moved lower, putting his hands behind her backside as he lifted her to his mouth.

"Oh god," she groaned, her toes curling. "Mark-"

"This can't get you pregnant," he replied, returning to her center. He slipped two fingers into her and closed his eyes at the sounds she made. He was rock hard and pulsing with need.

Callie felt raw need coursing through her veins and when she asked him to fuck her harder, he complied. Within moments, she was coming down from a mind blowing orgasm and she had to laugh at the look on his face when he stood.

He was hard as a rock.

She pushed herself into a sitting position and stroked him before she took him in her mouth. He gripped handfuls of her hair as he spoke the dirtiest words she had ever heard in her life.

She tormented him as long as she could, until the throbbing between her thighs became painful. Then she pulled him down on top of her and wrapped her legs around his waist. "Pull out," she whispered.

"Callie-"

"Please..."

He drove into her, causing them both to cry out. His fingers dug into her flesh and her fingernails broke his skin in ten different places. She rolled them, grinding him into the mattress and he reached up, tweaking her nipples, rubbing them roughly.

She came again and clamped down on him.

He tried valiantly to lift her off him because it felt so good ... but it was no use. As her vaginal muscles constricted, he got off so hard that he couldn't breathe.

"You did not!" she growled, leaping off him. The stickiness between her thighs confirmed otherwise however and she put her hands on her hips, glaring at him. "What did I say?"

"YOU CRAWLED ON TOP! YOU TOOK OVER!"

"If you have knocked me up again ... I'll be operating on you and then I'll be a lesbian.

"What does that mean?"

"I WILL CUT OFF YOUR DICK! SEX CHANGE, MARK!"

"Come back down here." He sat up and pulled her back into his arms. "Where were we?"

"You are a vile human being."

"We have that in common."

Six weeks later, Callie sat up in their bed at home and leaned over to Mark's side to puke in the waste basket. He sat up, wide eyed, and said, "You're pregnant."

"NO SHIT, SHERLOCK! AND IF YOU GLOAT ..."

He pulled the sheet back and winced at the mess in the trashcan. "I'd actually prefer the sex change to the recycled pizza, baby."

"Fuck you."

"Brush your teeth first."

"I hate you."

"I know." He kissed her bare shoulder. "We're having a baby. Now is a great time to get a restraining order against Yang. She's not ruining this one."

"I fucking HATE you." She repeated, "I hope it's a girl." She sneered as she climbed out of bed and walked straight into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.

He gasped loudly, "Watch your mouth, Calliope!"