Chapter 5
Lunch at Jameson's Italian Bistro was light and fun for the two couples. They laughed and reminisced on childhood memories that each family shared. With their stomachs full, they walked out of the restaurant, each with a smile plastered on their face.
"Okay, Puck," Callie called over her shoulder as they walked to the car, "It's your turn to pick, what are we doing?"
Puck shrugged as he thought of something to do, he perked up when an idea came to mind, Mark noticed the look in his nephew's eyes and quickly stepped in, "No, you are not having sex with her. Pick something else."
Santana slapped his shoulder and smiled at her aunt Callie proudly. Puck laughed as he rubbed his now, probably, bruised shoulder. "Anyone up for a little round of paintball?"
Mark nodded and smiled, "Hell yeah." he looked over at Callie and Santana, "Don't worry, we'll go easy on you, ladies."
Callie and Santana shared a look before responding, "Oh how will we ever survive." Callie said sarcastically as she climbed into the car. Santana slid into the back seat with a chuckle. The boys seriously had no idea what they had gotten themselves into.
Soon, they were pulling into one of Seattle's paintball fields. Mark pulled into a parking space, and the two men hopped out of the car and helped the ladies out. Making their way to the entrance, Mark paid for all their admissions and they continued through to get set up.
After they were all suited up and ready the worker began to brief them on all safety precautions, "Alright folks, as long as you follow those rules, everyone will be fine." He finished with a smile, "Be safe and have fun." They all thanked him and got ready to start.
"So, boys against girls?" Puck asked, Mark nodded. Callie and Santana smiled at each other before smiling and nodding too.
"You're on." Santana and clapped her hand with Callie's.
Puck scoffed, "Yeah, just try not to break a nail, Santana."
"Try not to get your panties in a knot, Puck." she shot back.
Mark and Callie watched with amusement as the teens continued to go back and forth with each other. Mark slipped an arm around her waist and tugged her closer to him.
"Be careful out there."
Callie smirked and looked up at him, "The same goes for you." she wrapped a hand around his neck and brought him down to place a few soft kisses on his lips.
One of the workers cleared his throat catching the attention of all four of them, "You guys ready?"
"Yeah!" they all cheered.
"Alright then, when the buzzer goes off, the game is one. Good luck!"
The girls lined up on one side, while the boys lined up on the other. After a few seconds the horn blared and the game was on. Santana and Callie quickly found coverage behind on the inflatable barriers, while Mark and Puck thought it was best to split up.
Figuring he could sneak up on the girls, Puck sneakily and slowly made his way over to the barrier they were behind and hoped to catch them off guard. He peaked over the side and caught sight of Santana, who was looking over the other side, he aimed his gun and aimed for the perfect shot. However, before he could even pull the trigger, he felt two paintballs hit his back and dropped his jaw in shock. He swirled around to find Callie standing with a proud smirk on her face as she blew the top of her gun and shared a high five with Santana who had come to stand next to her.
"Ah, crap!" Puck bellowed, "I'm out!" He raised his hands in surrender and shot the laughing Latinas a playful glare.
"Did you break a nail?" Santana teased as she watched him walk away with a pout on his face.
Mark threw his hands up at the sight of his teammate being escorted off the field, "What happened, man?!"
"What does it look like? I'm out!"
Callie and Santana ran across the field to another inflatable barrier while they tried to spot where Mark was hiding. They watched closely from behind the barrier, each of them checking all possible areas. Suddenly, Callie noticed movement behind one of the wooden walls and tapped Santana's shoulder and pointed to where Mark's head popped out. The girls looked at each other before carefully making their way over to where he was without being seen.
Each woman took one side of the wall and cornered him. Mark dropped his gun at the sight of both girls and began backing away from them. He looked to Callie who was drawing to closer to him, gun at the ready.
"Baby, baby, come on, you don't want to do that." he pleaded. Callie laughed and looked over at Santana.
"Would you like to do the honors?"
Santana aimed her gun at Mark and said, "With pleasure." As soon as the words left her mouth, she pulled the trigger on her gun and let the paintballs fly. After 5 balls were fired Callie yelled.
"Okay Santana! I thinks that's enough!"
With a apologetic shrug, she said, "Sorry, got a little carried away."
"Yeah! I noticed!" Mark complained as he rubbed at the places he was shot. Callie walked over to him and stuck her bottom lip out.
"Aww, are you okay, cariño?" she cooed and Mark crossed his arms over his chest and pouted.
"No, I am not okay!"
Callie laughed and leaned over to place a kiss on his cheek, "Are you really hurting? Or are you just mad that you lost?" Without answering her, he stomped off.
The two girls watched as the boys pouted and they couldn't help but feel a little proud of themselves. They followed Mark off the field and was met with high-fives from all the staff. After shedding their gear and returning them, they walked over to the men and crossed their arms over their chests.
"Did we forget to tell you that aside from being the one of the countries' top real-estate companies, that the Torres family holds the East-Coast National Paintball Championship title?" Santana asked nonchalantly.
Mark and Puck's heads shot up and they stared at the two of them with wide eyes. "What!?"
"Oh! And that we host an annual Paintball Competition every year in Miami?" Callie asked.
Realization hit the men quickly and they shot to their feet, "You tricked us!" They accused. Callie and Santana simply shook their heads.
"No we didn't," Santana pointed out, "You guys underestimated us because we're female, that was a wrong decision on both your parts." Callie nodded and smiled at her niece, who flashed a smile back at her.
"Unbelievable." Mark muttered.
Callie walked over to him and sat next to him, "What?"
"Nothing just-" he shook his head, "You, Callie Torres, never cease to surprise me."
"There's a lot you don't know about me, Mark Sloan." she whispered in his ear and laughed at the shiver that passed through his body.
"Well," he said while standing up, "I think we should get back to the apartment and," he extended his hand out to her and pulled her close once she placed hers in his, "get to know each other a little better."
"I think that's the best idea you've had all day." she declared, and leaned in to whisper, "But how are we gonna ditch the kids?" she asked gesturing over to Puck and Santana who were laughing at something Puck said.
Mark looked over at them and smirked, "Leave that to me."
On their way to the car, Mark pulled Puck aside and let the ladies walk ahead, "You need to take Santana out tonight."
"What? Why?" Puck asked, slightly confused.
"Because, it'll give you guys some time to talk," he lowered his voice, "Plus me and Callie need some, alone time," Puck's head shot up and he looked at his uncle in disgust, "Don't give me that look, you guys being here has seriously messed up my sex life, don't get me wrong, I love having you and Santana here, but-" he smirked, "-the adults need some time to themselves, don't you think?"
Puck laughed and nodded his head, "Yeah, yeah, we'll get out of your hair tonight." Mark clapped a hand on his shoulder and laughed along with him.
"That's my boy." Callie honked the horn in the car, and they quickly made their way to the car and hopped in.
Stepping off the elevator of the apartment complex, Puck grabbed Santana's arm and waited for Mark and Callie to go in her apartment. Santana looked at him curiously and tilted her head in question.
"Wanna go out with me tonight?"
"Like-" she let a smile creep up on her face, "a date?"
Puck nodded and looked way embarrassingly, "Yes, a date."
"Wow," Santana said, truly shocked, "Who knew Noah "Ladies Man" Puckerman actually dated?" she laughed as Puck glared down at her and she threw her hands up in surrender, "Okay, fine," She smiled,"yeah, I'll go out with you tonight."
"Sweet." He led her to Callie's door, "So, I'll pick you up at 8." Santana nodded then reached up to kiss him on the cheek before smiling up at him and heading inside.
Puck couldn't help the smile that appeared on his face as he crossed the hall and went into Mark's apartment to get ready.
"What's got you all smiley?" Callie asked Santana as she basically floated her way into the living room with a wide grin plastered on her face. Santana plopped down onto the couch next to Callie and Mark.
"Puck and I are going out tonight."
With a smile of her own Callie raised an eyebrow in her niece's direction, "Like a date?"
Santana nodded, "Yep like a date."
"That's-" Callie paused to look at her niece's face, "good. It's good right?"
"Yes, it's good." Santana got up and kissed her aunt's cheek before turning and heading to get ready. After Santana was out of the room, Callie turned her attention to Mark who was wearing a devious smirk.
"You wouldn't happen to have anything to do with that, would you?"
Mark threw an arm around her shoulders and leaned over to whisper in her ear, "We need time to get to know each other," he reminded her, "And I got us some."
"Do I even want to know?" she asked with a shake of her head.
"Not really."
"Then I guess all I can say is, Thank You." She smiled up at him and kissed him softly as he leaned down to her. Mark brought her closer to him as she ran her tongue across his lips, begging for entrance. Never one to deny her, Mark's lips parted slightly and let his tongue lave over hers.
Callie let a quiet moan slip past her lips as Mark reached up and tangled his hands in her hair, gently massaging her his free hand moved lower down her neck and came to cup her breast, Callie chuckled against his lips and slapped his hand away.
"Reign in the hormones, Manwhore" she said breathlessly, "We have to wait until the kids are gone." Mark groaned and threw his head back against the couch with an exasperated sigh.
"Fine." Callie laughed and swore she saw Mark pout a bit. She snuggled closer to him on the couch and lightly caressed his thigh while they tried their best to focus on the t.v., when they both knew very well that the other was counting down the seconds for Puck to come and get Santana.
When 8 o'clock came around, Santana stepped out of the-now-guest room in a blue, fitted, long-sleeve, dress that hugged her slender, yet curvaceous body. Callie cat-called from her seat at the couch and watched as her nieces' cheeks blushed.
"You like?" Santana asked her aunt, running her hands down her dress, smoothing out any wrinkles.
"I love." Callie corrected. "Sexy, yet stylish. Not too trashy, but not too modest either. It's perfect." she declared. Santana smiled at her aunt as she slipped on her matching blue, peep-toe pumps.
"Great."
The knock on the door startled them and Callie gave her niece a thumbs up and watched as she answered the door. Puck stood on the other side in jeans, and a white button-down shirt. His jaw dropped at the mere sight of Santana and he had a little trouble finding his words, or rather having trouble breathing at all.
"Wow." he managed to get out," Y...you look amazing."
Santana became a darker shade of red and eyed him appreciatively, "You don't look too bad yourself."
"Ready to go?" He asked, she nodded and went to grab her coat and purse.
"Okay, night Aunt Callie, Uncle Mark. Don't wait up!" Santana called over her shoulder as she closed the door behind her.
As soon as the door was shut Mark lunged at Callie and crushed his lips to hers. Callie giggled at his eagerness and wrapped her arms around his neck as he gently pushed her down onto the couch.
"Now, where were we?" he asked as he trailed his hands over her body and came to rest at her breasts. Mark began to knead the tender flesh and listened as his actions emitted a low moan from Callie. She wrapped her legs around his waist and curled her fingers in his hair, tugging him in for another kiss. He pulled away, breathless and began kissing and licking his way down her neck and between the valley of her breasts, where he stopped to take a erect nipple in his mouth, and suck on through the fabric of her shirt.
Callie moaned and arched her back, pushing more of herself into him. Cursing the barrier that was her shirt, Mark sat up and quickly rid of her own, then pulled Callie up to whip hers off too. He then reached behind her and wasted no time in unclasping her bra, and throwing it across the room.
She reached for him again, and Mark happily returned to her. He came to rest between her legs once again, and licked his way down her body, stopping to place wet kisses every step of the way. Finally reaching the waistband of her jeans, he undid the button and zipper, using only his teeth and hooked his fingers into them. In no time, he ripped the jeans off her body, taking her soaking black, lace panties with them.
Mark stared down at her body, she was the epitome of beauty. Callie smiled as she watched him gaze down at her and she reached up to run a hand through his slightly peppered hair. "You planning on staring at me all day, hot shot?" she teased. Mark grinned up at her while he gently massaged the creamy flesh of her inner thighs.
"Doesn't sound like such a bad idea to me, beautiful." he leaned forward and kissed her deeply before pulling back and positioning his mouth at her opening. He breathed her in, the sweet, musky scent of her arousal, mixed with the smell of her perfume was purely intoxicating for him.
Before he could even get a taste of her, there was a knock at the door.
Callie threw her head back and groaned, "You have got to be fucking kidding me."
Mark looked up at her with pleading eyes, "I am begging you not to answer that. Whoever it is can come back later." Callie nodded and Mark smiled before diving back in. However, the knocking turned into pounding and was becoming more consistent by the second.
"Fuck!" Callie yelled and mumbled in Spanish as she grabbed her panties off the floor and slipped them on, then pulled Mark's shirt over her head. Mark, leaned back on the couch, looking up at the ceiling, silently asking why this was happening to him. Not to mention the fact that his jeans were so tight that he couldn't even stand to go with Callie even if he tried.
Callie stomped her way over to the door and threw it open, preparing to scream the head off whoever dared to disturb them. But, when the person behind the door came in to view, the only thing that she did was drop her jaw.
Craning his neck slightly, Mark spotted a slightly taller, slimmer, and fairer, but still stunning woman standing at the door. Callie tilted her head to the side and examined the woman in front of her. It couldn't be her.
"Aria?" she choked out, "Wha-" Callie stammer, still slightly shocked at who was at her door, "What are you doing here?"
"Hello, Calliope," Aria greeted her sister, "You wouldn't happen to be housing my child here, would you?"