Chapter 6
"Uh," Callie paused, scared of what her answer was going to start. "Yeah, she's been here."
Aria nodded, "Well, aren't you going to invite me in, little sis?"
Callie rolled her eyes and stepped aside for Aria to walk through the doorway. She then slammed the door shut behind her. Callie watched as Aria eyed the entirety of her apartment with a ignorant look on her face.
"Nice place you have here, Callie," Aria commented, "Not quite as good as your New York apartment, but-" she swirled around to face her sister, "It'll do, I suppose."
Groaning under her breath, Callie spoke, "What are you doing here, Aria?"
"For starters, you have my daughter, which I'd like to point out, didn't tell me she was coming here at all, and hasn't called me in days," she said bitterly, "Secondly, I wanted see how you were, I haven't seen you in ages."
"She told me she called you."
Aria shook her head, "She most certainly did not!" she snapped, then took in her sister's appearance, "And Jesus, Calliope, what in the hell were you doing? You look like you just rolled out of bed."
Callie consciously wrapped her arms around herself as she narrowed her eyes at her sister, "For your information I was about to have steaming hot sex." Aria's jaw dropped and she looked around and finally noticed Mark, who had been listening to the entire conversation, and was now covering his face in embarrassment.
"Hmm." Aria said rather unimpressed, "Now, where's Santana?"
With a exasperated sigh Callie replied, "She's not here."
"What do you mean she's not here?!" Aria demanded, "She's 16 years old, Callie! You let her go out on her own and who know what or who she's-"
"Will you calm down!" Callie yelled over her sister's ranting, "She's out with Puck, as in Noah Puckerman, the same boy who she's grown up with and goes to school with and spends most her free time with." she watched as confusion washed over her sister's face and Callie shook her head, "Oh wait, I forgot you actually have to spend time with your daughter to know anything about her, and clearly, you don't."
"How dare you! I know my daughter well enough to see that-"
Callie quickly cut her off, "See that what, Aria? See that she's needed you for the past 3 months?! Do you even know why she's here in the first place?!" Without allowing her sister to answer, Callie continued on.
"Did you see that her heart was so broken that she had to fly all the way out to Seattle, Seattle Aria, to come and get some goddamn support and feel like she was actually loved?! Because she obviously wasn't getting anything from you!"
Fighting back tears, Aria cleared her throat, "I'll be back in the morning to pick up my daughter, Calliope, don't forget that little detail. I am her mother, not you." And with that, she stalked toward the door and let herself out, slamming the door shut behind her.
Taking a deep breath, Callie dropped her shoulders and let the tears that formed in her eyes flow freely. Mark, who had heard the entire fight, jumped to his feet and was instantly at her side.
"Hey, Callie, it's okay, baby. It's okay." he soothed her, Callie continued to cry as she shook her head and Mark pulled her into his arms and held on tight. He held her as she sobbed into his chest and all he could do was be the strength that she so desperately needed him to be. Mark ran his hand through her hair as his other drew light circles across her back.
Soon, her sobs had subsided and he tilted her head up to wipe her tears away. She could only muster a small smile and Mark sent one right back.
"You okay?" he asked her softly.
"Yeah, I'm fine." she said quietly and wrapped her arms around his waist. Mark tightened his arms around her shoulders and squeezed her tight.
After standing there for a few minutes, each taking comfort in the other's arms, Mark spoke up, "Do you wanna tell me about it?"
Callie sighed before answering and looked up at him, "I-" she took a deep breath, "I want to tell you, but, there's just so much that happened between me and Aria that I'm not ready to relive yet." She moved one of her hands from his waist and gently caressed his cheek, "But one day, I will tell you everything. I promise."
Mark smiled down at her, "There's no rush, Callie. You take all the time you need."
"What happened to the insensitive Manwhore that I fell for?" she teased, "Now your all caring and loving. To be honest, babe, it's kind of freaking me out."
"You did this to me! Making me all soft and Derek-y." Mark accused her gruffly. Callie laughed at the pout he gave and reached up to place a soft kiss on his lips.
"Don't worry," she reassured him, "You're still McSteamy to me." After lacing a few short kisses to his lips, Callie sighed and rested her head against his chest. "What am I gonna tell Santana?"
"Uh, maybe that her mom showed up, got pissed, and now she's going to be dragged back home kicking and screaming ?" Mark suggested jokingly. Callie looked up at him and glared causing him to chuckle. "I'm kidding. Tell her...tell her-" he thought seriously for a moment, "I really don't know what you should tell her. Sorry." he said with an apologetic shrug.
With a laugh, Callie lightly slapped his chest, "Thanks for nothing, Mark." she said sarcastically.
Mark threw his hands up in defeat, "Hey, in my defense, there's only so much a man can take for one day." he smirked down at her, "And I didn't even get to my favorite part yet."
"Oh yeah? And what would that be?" Callie asked curiously, raising an eyebrow in his direction.
Leaning in closer to her ear, Mark huskily replied, "Getting to see you naked and writhing beneath me." With seduction dripping from his lips, he lightly bit down her ear lobe before he began licking a path down the hollow of her throat and across her collarbone.
Callie moaned as she threw her head back, giving him more access to her neck, "Mmm.." she hummed quietly, "That's my favorite part too." Mark chuckled against her as he nipped and sucked on the creamy flesh of her neck. Making his way up, he left kisses along her jawline before leaning up and kissing her fully on the mouth, his thumb tenderly caressing her cheek.
Her arms made their way from his waist, up the chiseled muscles of his abs and came to rest wrapped around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer to her. Their bodies molded together as Mark deepened the kiss and forced his tongue into her warm, wet mouth. Their tongues dueled for dominance, their hands roaming over the other's body as their kisses became more heated and urgent.
Mark's hands trailed down her waist, over her hips and they reached around to cup her ass. Callie moaned while her nails clawed at Mark's back and she quickly removed them and reached for his belt. Quickly, she undid his belt and whipped it through the loops and carelessly threw it behind her, all without breaking away from him. It was Mark's turn to moan when she undid his button and zipper and slipped her hand beneath his jeans and roughly stroked him through his boxers.
He pulled away from her breathless and removed her hand from his pants, "What time are the kids coming back?" Mark asked before quickly grabbing the hem of his shirt that she wore and ripping it over her head, then proceeded to throw it over his shoulder, where it landed on the side lamp. Callie glanced over at the clock before turning back to Mark.
"They should be back soon." she managed to choke out as Mark cupped her breasts and began kneading them firmly. She tangled her fingers in his short locks, wordlessly urging him to take more of her. Mark, all to happy to oblige, leaned down and covered a puckered bud and began to suck feverishly. The mere scrape of his teeth against her sensitive nipple almost sent Callie over the edge as she continued to moan his name.
Releasing the, now, very erect nipple, Mark gazed back down at her, "Then I guess I better make this fast then, huh?" Callie could only nod, then gasped as Mark reached behind and hoisted her into his arms. She instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist and kissed him deeply as he carried her toward the bedroom and kicked the door shut behind them.
"So," Puck started, "Did you have a good time tonight?"
Santana looked up at him as they walked down the hallway toward Callie's apartment, "Yeah," she smiled, "I did actually. I thought I'd never see the day."
"See the day that what?" he asked curiously, and slightly confused. Santana giggled a little before answering.
"The day that you actually show a girl a good time, without trying to get in her pants."
Puck narrowed his eyes at her as they came to stop at apartment 502, "How do you know I'm not trying to get into your pants?"
With a scoff, Santana crossed her arms over chest, "If you were only trying to get into my pants, you wouldn't have taken the time to actually take me out on a date date. You would've just asked for sex, which I'd like to point out, you didn't." The look of shock that crossed Puck's face amused her to no end.
"Would you say yes to sex if I was to ask you right now?" he said with a wiggle of his eyebrows.
"Hmmm...let me think about that.." She said and pretended to honestly ponder the idea, "Yeah, no." They both shared a laugh as Puck balanced himself with one palm on the wall above Santana, the other on her side, effectively jailing her in.
After their laughter subsided, Puck cleared his throat, "What if-" he started and took a deep breath, "what if it wasn't just sex between us, anymore?" he blurted out.
Santana looked up at him through her long lashes, "Puck, w..we tried," she reminded him, her voice a little shaky, "We tried to do the dating thing, and-" she paused for a second before continuing, "-and you left, remember? You broke up with me, why, I don't know."
Puck leaned down so their foreheads were touching, "Santana, you have no idea how sorry I am for running away. I guess..." he trailed off and moved his hand at her side to lightly caress her cheek, "I guess I was scared." he chuckled when she looked up at him with question in her eyes. "I was scared of being, well...whipped."
"Whipped?" she asked, trying to figure out if he was serious or not.
"Yeah, whipped. Whipped by you." he smirked, "But I realized, the only person I would gladly, and I mean gladly, be whipped by...is you. I don't care what other people back in Lima are gonna say, because I'll know that I have you."
After a few moments of silence, Santana spoke, "So, what happens now?"
"Well," he said with a smile, "I think we should try again. Us, I mean, try and do the couple thing."
"The 'couple thing' huh?" she asked with a perfectly arched eyebrow.
"Yup, the couple thing." Without warning, Santana lunged forward and crushed her lips to his, her arms wrapping around his neck. Puck was a little startled by her eagerness, but quickly relaxed and let his arms encircle her waist. After a few minutes of passionate kissing, Santana pulled back with a gasp for breath and looked up at him with hooded eyes.
"You do know that you'll have your work cut out for you, don't you?"
With a chuckle, Puck leaned down and placed a chaste kiss to her lips. "I wouldn't have it any other way."
"Come on, let's get inside." Santana said as she used the spare key had given her to unlock the door and push it open.
Mark and Callie both lay breathless, flat on their backs, basking in the afterglow of the mind-blowing, earth-shattering sex that they had just shared.
With a content hum, Callie looked over at Mark and smiled sleepily, "That was...amazing."
Throwing an arm around her waist, Mark pulled Callie flush against his chest while he ran his hands through her dark locks, "It's all in a day's work, darling."
Callie playfully swatted his chest as she let a breathless chuckle. A comfortable silence came over them and seconds before they were about to doze off into a peaceful sleep, a noise came from outside.
"Did you hear something?"
Mark, who had also heard the noise looked down at Callie, "That sounded a lot like..." he trailed off as he heard his nephew's laughter ring through the apartment,
"The door!" they both said simultaneously.
Sharing a horrified look, they both shot up off the bed and raced around, dressing themselves as quick as possible. Callie threw on her an oversized t-shirt that had been laying in her hamper, and she shot to her dresser where she yanked out a pair of sweatpants. Not even bothering to put on panties, she slipped them on, running her hand through her hair, trying valiantly to tame her sex hair. Mark reached around for his boxers and quickly slipped them on, his jeans following after. He then began to search for his shirt before he realized that it was still hanging off the lamp in the living room.
Cursing under his breath, he looked over at Callie and said, "Decent?"
Receiving only an nervous nod from her, Mark slowly inched the door to Callie's bedroom open and poked his head out. He was met with the smirking face of his nephew, who had picked up his shirt from the lamp side and was now twirling it around his finger.
"Looking for something?"
Mark glared at him and walked over and snatched the shirt from him and pulled it on. Callie slowly slipped out of the bedroom, just in time to watch her niece scan the state that the living room was in. She shook her head when she noticed her aunt's bra and jeans laying in a heap on the floor.
Smirking, Santana looked at her Aunt and asked, "Que se diviertan?"
Making her way over to them, Callie said, "la cremallera." Santana laughed as a look of embarrassment washed over her aunt's face.
Looking to break the awkwardness of the situation, Mark quickly chimed in, "So, how'd the date go?" Callie shot him a thankful look before turning to the teens who were both wearing smiles on their faces.
"Great"
"Great"
Each teenager responded simultaneously and glanced at each other then back at their respective family member.
"That's, well..." Callie trailed off, "Great, I guess." They all shared a laugh and the tension was immediately gone from the room. After their laughter had subsided, Callie looked over at Mark and he immediately knew what she was saying.
"Puck," Mark called, "Why don't we leave the ladies for the night. I'm sure they have lots of gossiping to do." he walked over to Callie and leaned down to leave a soft kiss on her lips. Puck said good night to both Latinas before following his uncle out of the apartment.
After the door closed, Callie walked over to the couch and plopped down. She looked over at her niece before patting the spot next to her. Santana happily sat down next to her aunt and curled her feet under her legs.
"Santana," Callie started, "We have to talk, sweetie."
Santana turned toward her aunt, "What's wrong?" she asked worriedly.
Callie was silent for a few seconds before reaching over and placing a hand on her shoulder, "Your mom is here." Her voice cracked and she watched as Santana's eyes widened before she continued, "She's here, and she's taking you home." Callie sighed as her niece's eyes flooded with horror and worry. Knowing there was nothing she could do, she simply wrapped her arms around her niece and held her, trying her hardest not to break down and cry.