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Title: Ready For A Fall (16/?)
Author: Chelle Storey-Daniel
Rating: NC17 (strong sexual references, y'all)
Pairing: Addison/Mark, Callie/George, Callie/Alex, George/Izzie, Meredith/Derek
Summary: Sometimes it hurts to fall, but if you're lucky someone may catch you. And they may be falling, too.
A/N: Smut. For the win!
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Summer breeze easin' back the curtains in my bedroom
Ceilin' fan stirrin' up the heat of the afternoon
I'm puttin' on my lipstick, my ruby red lipstick
Nice an' thick, baby.
It ain't the gettin', it's the wishin'
It ain't the catchin', it's the fishin'
Anticipation got me waitin' for your sweet love, baby
Sweet love
-Trisha Yearwood
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"You’re not supposed to get your arm wet, Cal."
"I’m wet all over, Alex. Particularly inside."
"Jesus Christ."
Alex was aware that Callie was watching his every move and he wondered if she could see his heart pounding beneath his chest. He loosened the tie on his swimming trunks and slid them down, kicking them gently aside. When he started to step in the water, she shook her head and held up her index finger, moving it in a circle. She wanted him to turn around. He smiled and obliged her, flexing the muscles in his ass until she whimpered. He looked over his shoulder and said, "See something you like?"
Her response was to run her warm, wet hand up his thigh and over his buttocks. She stood quietly and took a seat on the ledge of the hot tub and lightly bit his hip. He had not been expecting that and he turned quickly. She seized the moment, looked up into his eyes, and then lowered her mouth over the tip of his turgid cock. One hand gripped his wide shaft and she pumped him slowly, deliberately taking her time as her tongue massaged his taut flesh. Her other hand massaged his balls, cupping them, testing their weight.
Alex swallowed hard and watched as her cheeks hollowed with the force of her suction. She moved her hand and took him all the way into the back of her throat, never gagging. And then she swallowed and it was the most amazing feeling Alex had every experienced. When she began to hum, his legs almost buckled and he reached down, gripping a handful of her hair. "Oh god. If you don’t stop that I’m going to -"
She swallowed again and he tried to warn her, tried to pull away, but she didn’t let him. He exploded in her mouth and only when he stopped groaning her name did she pull back, licking him as she went. She slid her tongue along the underside of his erection and then let her teeth graze the still weeping tip as she looked into his eyes again. Finally, she moved back into the hot tub and beckoned him with the slightest tilt of her head.
He didn’t have to be summoned twice. Slipping into the water, he moved to the center of the warm whirlpool and pulled her into his lap. She wrapped her legs around him and he moved her head back, blazing a path of kisses over her neck and collarbone. He raised his legs, lifting her out of the water and feasted on her nipples. His tongue laved her sensitive flesh and she moved her arms, bracing them on either side of the tub as his hand slipped between them and his thumb found her clit.
She gasped and looked at him with hooded eyes before she kissed him. He didn’t seem to mind tasting himself in her mouth, because his tongue swept inside, flicking against hers in a way that made her tremble all over. She felt boneless when he finally moved to her neck again and then he lifted her from the water entirely and placed her on the contoured mouth of the tub.
He rose to his knees and kissed her again, palming her breasts, twisting her nipples with just enough force to make her bite her bottom lip. Then he spread her thighs and licked his lips when he saw that the black curls between her legs had been waxed into a small, delicate triangle. He had never seen anything more inviting. He ran his fingertips over the design and said, "Nice. Very nice."
When he lowered his mouth to her core, she moaned. And she watched him. She watched every stroke of his tongue, every rake of his teeth. She watched as he pulled back and licked two of his fingers, then glided them into her quivering mound. He met her gaze and held it when he fastened his lips around her clit and began to suck. Callie reached down, gripping his hair, urging him to move faster, but he had other things in mind.
He brought her to the cusp only to pull back and concentrate on her navel, which he ran his tongue around. His fingers were still inside her and he thumped upward, hitting her G-spot. She pushed at his head, silently pleading with him to return to her sensitive nubbin, which was throbbing with need. When he didn’t obey, she lowered her own hand and tried to take control, but he shook his head and pushed it away. "Wait for it."
"Alex, please? Please?!"
Dipping his tongue into her belly button, he smiled up at her, then moved his mouth to her knee. He nipped playfully for a moment, then slowly moved up her thigh again, leaving wet kisses in his wake. Finally, he took pity because she was shaking and he was afraid she was cold. He easily manipulated her G-spot again. She threw her head back when he latched onto her clit and sucked.
Hard.
She bucked up against his face, crying out, and her legs clamped around his head. And still ... he didn’t stop. He nursed at the nectar that flowed from her like a starving man and kept his fingers inside her as her vaginal walls constricted time and time again. Only when she stopped trembling did he ease his fingers from her and taste them. "I think I realize now what lines of deliciousness are, Elvira. And what a starving bear feels like."
Callie pushed herself into a sitting position and gazed down at him. Slipping back into the water, they kissed again, and the flavor of each other was a heady cocktail. Hands explored flesh, they could smell the lust between them, and when Callie heard him whisper her name, she slipped her legs around his waist and reached between them, guiding him into her still dripping passage. Then she squeezed with her muscles and slowly rocked until both of their toes were curling.
"I - I have condoms, Elvira."
"I take Depo-Provera shots. We’re good." She moaned and rocked against him. "We’re very, very good actually. Oh my god, Alex."
He reached below the surface and guided her hips. Soon the water was splashing out of the hot tub and they didn’t care or appear to notice. She rode him hard, thrashing violently, pounding her hips against his. It felt incredible to be submerged in warm water with her tight, much hotter body wrapped around him. He wanted to be in charge, though. Standing, with her legs still around his waist, he laid her back on the deck. He knew it was probably cold, but she made no sound at all when her back hit the water that they had sloshed out.
Pulling her legs up over his shoulders, he slammed into her. It was hard, hungry. Starving. She reached down and gripped at his thighs, saying, "Fuck. Harder, Alex. Fuck me harder."
He didn’t oblige. He moved down her body and devoured her clit again instead. He worked her flesh until she came again and only then did he thrust into her with the force and the power that she was still begging for. He watched as she reached up, gripping the railing of the boat tightly in her hands. She was writhing beneath him, pushing and straining to meet him halfway. Her grunts and groans were as loud as his own and her dirty talk was enough to make him pass out.
Alex knew, in that moment, that he would never feel the way he currently felt with any other woman. She was *his*. And he wanted nothing more than to be hers.
When he finally came, he growled her name and left a huge hickey on her neck. It was his mark, his brand, and he stared down at his handiwork with satisfaction. "Callie?"
"Alex?"
"I’m sleeping in your bed tonight." He laid his head against her chest, listening to her heart beat. "And every night from now on."
"I really don’t think we’ll sleep much if you do that."
"We’ll exhaust ourselves eventually."
"Are you exhausted now?"
"No."
"Prove it."
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Raphael hung up the phone and turned to Melana, who was watching him expectantly. Cam stood up and crossed his arms over his chest, waiting. Raph took a deep breath and said, "Quint found her. She was treated and released for an animal bite in Los Angeles."
"What kind of animal?" Cam asked, alarmed.
"They were not forthcoming with that bit of information." Raph laid his cell phone on the table and paced across the room. "I have people scouring the Carolinas because Miguel Santos provided us with her flight plan ... yet she was somehow treated in Los Angeles. *Los Angeles*. I think a broken kneecap would do that man some good."
"Stop." Cam glanced at this mother, then addressed his father. "Dad, leave her alone. I know that this is weird for you because Callie’s always been the best one of us -"
Melana scoffed. "You are as blind as your father, Cambyses. Your sister is a self-centered and-"
"Mother!" Cam cut across her. "Once again I am begging you to open your eyes. She hates to sing, but she did it for you. She didn’t want to go halfway across the country for medical school, but she did it for Dad. She has *always* put herself last where this family is concerned and then she got married and her husband forced her into last place again. She has earned the right to come first. Let her come first for a while and she will come home on her own a better person for it. When she’s ready!"
"Cambyses, if you are so insightful then perhaps you should crack open a Bible and review why your lifestyle choices leave you in no position to criticize anything that we do."
"I know it verbatim! You have force fed it to me since I came out! The Bible also says ‘judge not, lest ye be judged’ so clean up around your own doorstep before you try to clean mine! Or my sister’s!"
"Your sister is insane!" Mel cried.
"It’s apparently a hereditary gene that gets passed to all the women then because you are one crazy-"
"Stop it! Both of you," Raph snapped. He rubbed his eyes and sat down on the sofa. He was torn. Part of him wanted to let her fly and the other part wanted to capture her in a soft net and lock her up in a cage. If anything happened to her ... he would die. "Son, do you have any idea what’s in California? Why she would go?"
"Disneyland? The world’s largest rubber band ball?" Cam replied. One look at his father’s face had him backtracking slightly. "She would *like* the rubber band ball, okay? And Addison assured me that Alex cares about her."
"I knew it," Melana said. "I saw her with Alex. I saw the way he held her and I *knew* it. A mother knows why her daughter gets a certain look on her face. She was far too comfortable with him for it to be platonic. I could see it on both of them."
"Can you see it with George as well, Mother?"
Melana looked away and picked up Gucci, cradling him. "Raph, what will you do?"
Raphael sighed. "I’m going to sleep on it. It’s late and I’m tired. I’ll decide tomorrow whether or not to fly out to California."
"Don’t, Dad." Cam walked toward the door and added, "Because perfect moments are few and far between. She could be having one."
Melana waited until her son was gone before she sat down next to her husband. "Calliope chose her path and she should be forced to deal with the ramifications when she returns. And really, honey, driving yourself crazy over this is not doing you any good."
"Callie has never acted so capriciously."
"She’s never been married before either. She’s a different person now. A broken heart, no matter how late it comes, changes who you are for the rest of your life."
"I don’t like who she has become, mi vida. This is not my daughter. If I tell her to come home, she comes. If I ask her if she’s okay, she tells me the truth. She obeys, Mel. Always. What if she is drinking again? What if the injury she received is worse than the hospital let on? What if-"
"Don’t ask ‘what if’. Because it’s unwise to plant those ideas in fate’s heart. She’ll be home in a few days and perhaps she will be our Callie again when she returns."
"Were you able to reach George?"
"I left a message asking him to come to lunch tomorrow."
"What will we say to him, Mel?"
"Oh, you may sting like a butterfly, but I bite like a Great White. And this shark has a quite an arsenal of teeth."
"Yes, my love, you do."
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Addison tried Callie’s cell phone and left a voice mail. She tried to sound upbeat and supportive and asked that Callie call her back. Next, she called Alex’s phone and left a message on it as well. Twenty minutes later she crawled into the bed and flipped the television on. It was late and she was wide awake. She changed the channels, gnawing at her bottom lip, and then sat up a little straighter when she came across soft core porn. "Thank you, HBO!"
Her eyes darted left and right as if to verify that there was no one in the room to see her and she turned the volume a little lower for modesty's sake. Grinning, she flopped onto her stomach, her head toward the foot of the bed, and immersed herself in a lame ass story about King Dong that was dotted with random scenes of erotica. It was cheesy. It was horribly acted and her aching body responded to every scene. Well, except the ones that involved the guy in the grey ape suit. At any rate, she slipped her panties off and stroked through the curls at the apex of her thighs, mimicking with her hand what the man on television was doing with his ...
Someone knocked at her door and she leapt upward and hit the television so hard that she knocked it behind the stand it sat on. "Shit! Fuck!"
"Addison?!" Mark called. "What the hell was that noise?"
She left the television in the floor, still on, and yanked the door open. When Mark scanned down her body, she realized that she still had on a tight fitting short camisole, but her panties were flung over the lamp shade. His eyes widened and she quickly yanked him into the room, peeking into the hall to see if anyone else had seen her. When she turned, he was still looking her up and down. She put her hands on her hips and said, "What?"
"Since when do you have a heart?"
She looked bewildered and then remembered that Callie had invited her along for a wax, saying it didn’t hurt if you had a friend with you. Addison had screamed loud enough to make her own ears ring. Smiling, she cupped her hands over said heart. "What do you want?"
He pulled a pack of batteries out of his pocket and threw them on the bed. "I thought I’d help you out. You were walking around the hospital yesterday breathing fire and I know why."
Addison narrowed her eyes and picked up the package, turning it over in her hands as if she expected something else to be attached. With a devilish grin, she held them out to him. "Can you open them?"
"Open them?"
She nodded and bent to the nightstand, where she retrieved two dildos. One was bright purple, filled with gel, and the other was flesh colored and made of cyber skin. She unscrewed the backs on both and dropped out the old batteries. He was watching her every move and when she held her hand out for the batteries, she saw that he was licking his lips. She filled both vibrators and turned the purple one on, lowering it until it was against her breast.
She felt her nipple harden under the silk fabric and trailed it lower still, over her stomach and hip. "Mark?"
He made some kind of noise, his eyes never leaving her hands.
"It’s only fair that you watch. You did bring the batteries after all."
He pulled his eyes away from the vibrator, which she had slid against her clit, and looked into her eyes. "It won’t work. I’m not falling for it. We’re doing the sixty days."
"Can you help me remember?" She lay back on the bed, her legs spread wide. "Do I like this one or this one inside? Oooh, I think it’s this one. Yeah, it’s definitely this one. Daaaaamn."
Mark’s jaw tightened as she slipped the purple dildo gently into her and he saw her moisture when she pulled it out. Someone made a noise, someone who wasn’t Addison. Glancing to his left, he saw the television and smirked. Lifting it back onto the stand, he turned up the volume and watched as a man enjoyed two women at once. He knew she was watching as well because he heard her flop onto her stomach on the bed. "Porn, Ads?"
Her response was to grip his shirt and pull him down for a kiss. She knew she had him when he reached between her legs and removed the shivering toy, tossing it across the room. He flipped her onto her back and covered her body with his, devouring her mouth while his fingers filled the void at her center. "Addison," he growled, moving lower, yanking the camisole over her head.
He latched onto her nipple and sucked ferociously, not stopping until it looked rouged. Then he moved to her stomach and her fingers gripped his hair, pushing him to the spot she was dying for him to kiss. He feasted on her, pushing and pulling her to and from the edge until finally, he half stood, bringing her hips with him. And the change of pressure, the change of position, caused Addison to come so hard that she screamed and almost knocked him over when he legs stiffened against his shoulders.
Mark laid her gently back on the bed and picked up her vibrator, the flesh colored one, which he laid between her breasts. He enjoyed the view for a moment longer, loving the way the color had risen into her face, the way her chest rose and fell from her ragged breathing, and then he walked to the door. "I’ll see you at work tomorrow, Addy."
Addison jerked upright instantly. "What!? No! Mark, come on! This isn’t funny anymore."
He ran his finger over his lip tasting her all over again. "No, it’s definitely not funny."
"Stay! Please?"
"No. When we make love again you’re going to know that that’s what it is. I’m making love to you and it’s going to erase any doubt you have that I can remain faithful to you."
"But-"
"Sleep well, angel."
Addison watched as he closed the door behind him, then she slumped back on the bed and threw her arms over her face. "Gah!"
The throbbing began anew between her legs and she groaned, glancing at the television in time to see the ape-man catch the girl and try to kiss her. "Fuck it," she said and lifted the vibrator.
When she slipped into her aching folds, she closed her eyes and sighed, "Mark ..."
In the hallway, he leaned against the door and listened.
Life was good.
Incredibly *hard*, but good.
*~*~*~*~*~
Callie collapsed, boneless, against Alex’s chest. She had just taken the ride of her life. While she had been atop him, her brain had conjured an image of her straddling a 747 and flying, six hundred miles an hour, into an abyss that she had never dreamed possible. She had lost count of the orgasms. She had lost count of the positions and the many ways he could make her come, but she didn’t really care. It was exhilarating. All he had to do was brush against her and she was wide awake and ready for more.
Alex rubbed a hand down her spine and cupped her backside. She amazed him. The things she did with her body and the agility she possessed was uncanny. And she could go from fucking like a madwoman to snuggling against him in the blink of an eye, completely sated. He decided that’s how he felt: sated. She had touched something inside him, some place that sex had never reached before, and it was startling and wonderful at the same time. He had never had *anyone* possess all of him the way she had. She consumed him and he gladly surrendered to the flames.
"Alex?"
"I can’t talk yet. Talking requires breathing and you’ve taken my breath again."
"Good. I was going to say that we should sleep." She sat up and pulled the cover over them and settled into his arms, her head against his chest. "And I was going to say thank you."
"For?"
"You see me. You really, truly see me."
"How could I not?" He pulled her leg over his and rubbed her knee. "I’ve never felt like this before, Cal. It happened so fast."
"I have been accused of moving at warp speed before."
"Well, I think your timing is just fine and so is mine."
"Ohh, you’re a poet." She kissed his jaw and looked at him. "I wish that you had asked me out months ago. It just - it feels like it was supposed to be you and me all along. Like, kismet or something. Is that stupid?"
"No. Stupid would be to ignore it, Gothika. And I won’t let either one of us do that."
Grinning, she nodded and laid her head back down. She was just dozing off when she heard him whisper something. It was soft, almost too low for her to catch it, but it was there.
He sleepily murmured, "I love you."
She didn’t move, didn’t breathe, until she heard him snore lightly seconds later.
Callie was still awake two hours later.
No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t believe in love again. Ever. Her mind convinced her it was a manufactured greeting card sentiment, a cheesy plot device in a movie, the theme of hundreds of dumb songs. Love had the ability to torment and torture and really, she reasoned, who would willingly do that to themselves. He certainly couldn’t expect her to believe in it after everything she had been through.
It had been post - post - post - post coital bliss that had forced the lie from his lips.
And she understood.
What they had shared had almost made a believer of her again.
But almost didn’t count.
Lust? Lust counted.
And she lusted for him very much.
*~*~*~*~*~
While Callie and Alex had never been morning people, they awoke with the sun and Callie was able to talk him into going for a swim with her. It was the first thing she could think of and she wanted very much to forget what she had heard the night before. She wore a solid black bathing suit that had a low, wide belt which rested on her hips. He wore his trunks and they played around for almost an hour, diving under, grabbing each other’s legs. After showering together and doing much more than bathing, they got dressed again and pointed the yacht toward a nearby marina.
They needed food. They needed to stock the ship with drinks, snacks, and the makings of several dinners. Callie had decided that once they started back toward Seattle, she didn’t want to stop unless it was to drop anchor *and* her panties. There would need to be a lot of stops. She didn’t want to hit land because on land ... they couldn’t be alone and she wanted to be alone with him for as long as they had. It was easier to forget the world when they only had each other for company.
Callie called a cab at the marina and then spent over nine hundred dollars on supplies. There was too much to carry in the cab, so the manager of the market agreed to deliver their purchases himself. Callie agreed, suggested that he wait a few hours, and then set about showing Alex what Malibu was all about. They ate Italian food and people watched until Alex finally saw a celebrity, John Travolta, and then they headed into a small boutique because Callie saw a slinky red dress that called her name. It would be perfect for the party that was rapidly approaching.
She bought him two more pairs of swimming trunks and had to sneak an adorable black Speedo across the counter to the clerk. He had adamantly refused when he saw her eyeballing it, but she’d make him wear it. She had no doubt that she could be persuasive as hell. They carried their purchases to the beach, where they waded in the water for a little while longer, then they headed back to the yacht.
The manager was waiting for them and he and Alex unloaded everything. The man practically burst into tears when Callie pressed five one hundred dollar bills in his hand. He thanked her repeatedly, telling her that she had saved his life. Callie smiled and said, "There’s a lot of that going around."
Alex watched the entire exchange with an amused expression. When the older man drove away, he kissed her. "You know, most people would look at you and think that you’re Elizabeth Bathory reincarnated. Aren’t you breaking the sacred Gothic scrolls or whatever by being so sweet?"
She glanced down at her clothing. She guessed that the red shirt she wore did have a Renaissance feel to it. It laced up the sides like a corset and made her cleavage look great. "I think that what we did last night proves that I’m more Bathory than sweet. Besides, I’m a perky Goth with you."
He stared at her breasts and nodded. "Very, very perky."
She kissed him and let him help her on board the boat. "I didn’t even realize that everything I bought for myself was so ..."
"Sexy and dirty? Exactly what a Marilyn Manson video should look like?"
"Pretty much. I thought I had outgrown it."
"Nah, you've always had this edge. At least since I first laid eyes on you." He led the way down into the salon. "They didn’t make chicks like you when I was in school. The whole Goth thing was not even cute back then. It was greasy hair, body odor, black nails, and a death stare that was-" He trailed off when she raised an eyebrow. "A lot like that, actually. How did you get into it?"
"I walked into a Hot Topic when I was about fourteen. It felt like coming home. I bought one of everything and then threw away anything that was pink or blue or *girly* in my closet. My parents controlled everything except my wardrobe. The more they tried the more I rebelled and the further I embraced it. And then, you know, it wasn’t just clothing anymore. It was a way of life. I got into The Cure and Depeche Mode. I rocked out to Johnny Rotten and all my friends in high school were just like me." She sighed and glanced down at her short black skirt. It was sewn through with red thread that matched the shirt beautifully. "Clothes like this are a second skin to me. I feel good in this and occasionally in scrubs."
"You look damn fine in both." Alex smirked. "And you looked great in that *girly* dress the other night. The turquoise one."
"That’s about as colorful as I go."
"I like you best in red."
"I’m going to wear red to the party that my mother planned."
Alex had bent down to grab a couple of the bags that had been delivered. He straightened clutching nothing except his stomach, which had fallen around his ankles. "You’re still having your elopement party? You’re still going with O’Malley where you’ll what ... pretend to be happy and-"
"No!" She shook her head back and forth. "It’s going to be a welcome home party now. For me. All my family is coming in and I didn’t have the heart to cancel it at the last minute."
"They’re coming here expecting to meet your husband, Callie!"
"So? I have a date lined up. He’s a great guy."
Alex had never been one for a fit of jealousy, but something surged through him when she said ‘date’ and he stood a little taller. "You’re going with me! I don’t - who were taking, Callie? Dr. Savoy? That fuckin’ Ken doll will get his ass kicked if he so much as looks at you. What -"
"My date used to be a wrestler in Iowa. He loves his mother, doesn’t like his dad, and got a bike one year for Christmas even though he asked for Disneyland." Callie grinned at him. "He’s also apparently been hiding the green eyed monster, but I think it’s very cute when it comes out."
"You are *evil*."
"Like I said, Jock Boy, I’m more Bathory than not."
"She killed people and bathed in their blood."
"I’ve thought about it. Does that count?"
"You’re making me horny. Stop it."
"Wanna play doctor?"
He said yes.
So they did.
*~*~*~*~*~
Author: Chelle Storey-Daniel
Rating: NC17 (strong sexual references, y'all)
Pairing: Addison/Mark, Callie/George, Callie/Alex, George/Izzie, Meredith/Derek
Summary: Sometimes it hurts to fall, but if you're lucky someone may catch you. And they may be falling, too.
A/N: Smut. For the win!
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Summer breeze easin' back the curtains in my bedroom
Ceilin' fan stirrin' up the heat of the afternoon
I'm puttin' on my lipstick, my ruby red lipstick
Nice an' thick, baby.
It ain't the gettin', it's the wishin'
It ain't the catchin', it's the fishin'
Anticipation got me waitin' for your sweet love, baby
Sweet love
-Trisha Yearwood
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"You’re not supposed to get your arm wet, Cal."
"I’m wet all over, Alex. Particularly inside."
"Jesus Christ."
Alex was aware that Callie was watching his every move and he wondered if she could see his heart pounding beneath his chest. He loosened the tie on his swimming trunks and slid them down, kicking them gently aside. When he started to step in the water, she shook her head and held up her index finger, moving it in a circle. She wanted him to turn around. He smiled and obliged her, flexing the muscles in his ass until she whimpered. He looked over his shoulder and said, "See something you like?"
Her response was to run her warm, wet hand up his thigh and over his buttocks. She stood quietly and took a seat on the ledge of the hot tub and lightly bit his hip. He had not been expecting that and he turned quickly. She seized the moment, looked up into his eyes, and then lowered her mouth over the tip of his turgid cock. One hand gripped his wide shaft and she pumped him slowly, deliberately taking her time as her tongue massaged his taut flesh. Her other hand massaged his balls, cupping them, testing their weight.
Alex swallowed hard and watched as her cheeks hollowed with the force of her suction. She moved her hand and took him all the way into the back of her throat, never gagging. And then she swallowed and it was the most amazing feeling Alex had every experienced. When she began to hum, his legs almost buckled and he reached down, gripping a handful of her hair. "Oh god. If you don’t stop that I’m going to -"
She swallowed again and he tried to warn her, tried to pull away, but she didn’t let him. He exploded in her mouth and only when he stopped groaning her name did she pull back, licking him as she went. She slid her tongue along the underside of his erection and then let her teeth graze the still weeping tip as she looked into his eyes again. Finally, she moved back into the hot tub and beckoned him with the slightest tilt of her head.
He didn’t have to be summoned twice. Slipping into the water, he moved to the center of the warm whirlpool and pulled her into his lap. She wrapped her legs around him and he moved her head back, blazing a path of kisses over her neck and collarbone. He raised his legs, lifting her out of the water and feasted on her nipples. His tongue laved her sensitive flesh and she moved her arms, bracing them on either side of the tub as his hand slipped between them and his thumb found her clit.
She gasped and looked at him with hooded eyes before she kissed him. He didn’t seem to mind tasting himself in her mouth, because his tongue swept inside, flicking against hers in a way that made her tremble all over. She felt boneless when he finally moved to her neck again and then he lifted her from the water entirely and placed her on the contoured mouth of the tub.
He rose to his knees and kissed her again, palming her breasts, twisting her nipples with just enough force to make her bite her bottom lip. Then he spread her thighs and licked his lips when he saw that the black curls between her legs had been waxed into a small, delicate triangle. He had never seen anything more inviting. He ran his fingertips over the design and said, "Nice. Very nice."
When he lowered his mouth to her core, she moaned. And she watched him. She watched every stroke of his tongue, every rake of his teeth. She watched as he pulled back and licked two of his fingers, then glided them into her quivering mound. He met her gaze and held it when he fastened his lips around her clit and began to suck. Callie reached down, gripping his hair, urging him to move faster, but he had other things in mind.
He brought her to the cusp only to pull back and concentrate on her navel, which he ran his tongue around. His fingers were still inside her and he thumped upward, hitting her G-spot. She pushed at his head, silently pleading with him to return to her sensitive nubbin, which was throbbing with need. When he didn’t obey, she lowered her own hand and tried to take control, but he shook his head and pushed it away. "Wait for it."
"Alex, please? Please?!"
Dipping his tongue into her belly button, he smiled up at her, then moved his mouth to her knee. He nipped playfully for a moment, then slowly moved up her thigh again, leaving wet kisses in his wake. Finally, he took pity because she was shaking and he was afraid she was cold. He easily manipulated her G-spot again. She threw her head back when he latched onto her clit and sucked.
Hard.
She bucked up against his face, crying out, and her legs clamped around his head. And still ... he didn’t stop. He nursed at the nectar that flowed from her like a starving man and kept his fingers inside her as her vaginal walls constricted time and time again. Only when she stopped trembling did he ease his fingers from her and taste them. "I think I realize now what lines of deliciousness are, Elvira. And what a starving bear feels like."
Callie pushed herself into a sitting position and gazed down at him. Slipping back into the water, they kissed again, and the flavor of each other was a heady cocktail. Hands explored flesh, they could smell the lust between them, and when Callie heard him whisper her name, she slipped her legs around his waist and reached between them, guiding him into her still dripping passage. Then she squeezed with her muscles and slowly rocked until both of their toes were curling.
"I - I have condoms, Elvira."
"I take Depo-Provera shots. We’re good." She moaned and rocked against him. "We’re very, very good actually. Oh my god, Alex."
He reached below the surface and guided her hips. Soon the water was splashing out of the hot tub and they didn’t care or appear to notice. She rode him hard, thrashing violently, pounding her hips against his. It felt incredible to be submerged in warm water with her tight, much hotter body wrapped around him. He wanted to be in charge, though. Standing, with her legs still around his waist, he laid her back on the deck. He knew it was probably cold, but she made no sound at all when her back hit the water that they had sloshed out.
Pulling her legs up over his shoulders, he slammed into her. It was hard, hungry. Starving. She reached down and gripped at his thighs, saying, "Fuck. Harder, Alex. Fuck me harder."
He didn’t oblige. He moved down her body and devoured her clit again instead. He worked her flesh until she came again and only then did he thrust into her with the force and the power that she was still begging for. He watched as she reached up, gripping the railing of the boat tightly in her hands. She was writhing beneath him, pushing and straining to meet him halfway. Her grunts and groans were as loud as his own and her dirty talk was enough to make him pass out.
Alex knew, in that moment, that he would never feel the way he currently felt with any other woman. She was *his*. And he wanted nothing more than to be hers.
When he finally came, he growled her name and left a huge hickey on her neck. It was his mark, his brand, and he stared down at his handiwork with satisfaction. "Callie?"
"Alex?"
"I’m sleeping in your bed tonight." He laid his head against her chest, listening to her heart beat. "And every night from now on."
"I really don’t think we’ll sleep much if you do that."
"We’ll exhaust ourselves eventually."
"Are you exhausted now?"
"No."
"Prove it."
*~*~*~*~*~
Raphael hung up the phone and turned to Melana, who was watching him expectantly. Cam stood up and crossed his arms over his chest, waiting. Raph took a deep breath and said, "Quint found her. She was treated and released for an animal bite in Los Angeles."
"What kind of animal?" Cam asked, alarmed.
"They were not forthcoming with that bit of information." Raph laid his cell phone on the table and paced across the room. "I have people scouring the Carolinas because Miguel Santos provided us with her flight plan ... yet she was somehow treated in Los Angeles. *Los Angeles*. I think a broken kneecap would do that man some good."
"Stop." Cam glanced at this mother, then addressed his father. "Dad, leave her alone. I know that this is weird for you because Callie’s always been the best one of us -"
Melana scoffed. "You are as blind as your father, Cambyses. Your sister is a self-centered and-"
"Mother!" Cam cut across her. "Once again I am begging you to open your eyes. She hates to sing, but she did it for you. She didn’t want to go halfway across the country for medical school, but she did it for Dad. She has *always* put herself last where this family is concerned and then she got married and her husband forced her into last place again. She has earned the right to come first. Let her come first for a while and she will come home on her own a better person for it. When she’s ready!"
"Cambyses, if you are so insightful then perhaps you should crack open a Bible and review why your lifestyle choices leave you in no position to criticize anything that we do."
"I know it verbatim! You have force fed it to me since I came out! The Bible also says ‘judge not, lest ye be judged’ so clean up around your own doorstep before you try to clean mine! Or my sister’s!"
"Your sister is insane!" Mel cried.
"It’s apparently a hereditary gene that gets passed to all the women then because you are one crazy-"
"Stop it! Both of you," Raph snapped. He rubbed his eyes and sat down on the sofa. He was torn. Part of him wanted to let her fly and the other part wanted to capture her in a soft net and lock her up in a cage. If anything happened to her ... he would die. "Son, do you have any idea what’s in California? Why she would go?"
"Disneyland? The world’s largest rubber band ball?" Cam replied. One look at his father’s face had him backtracking slightly. "She would *like* the rubber band ball, okay? And Addison assured me that Alex cares about her."
"I knew it," Melana said. "I saw her with Alex. I saw the way he held her and I *knew* it. A mother knows why her daughter gets a certain look on her face. She was far too comfortable with him for it to be platonic. I could see it on both of them."
"Can you see it with George as well, Mother?"
Melana looked away and picked up Gucci, cradling him. "Raph, what will you do?"
Raphael sighed. "I’m going to sleep on it. It’s late and I’m tired. I’ll decide tomorrow whether or not to fly out to California."
"Don’t, Dad." Cam walked toward the door and added, "Because perfect moments are few and far between. She could be having one."
Melana waited until her son was gone before she sat down next to her husband. "Calliope chose her path and she should be forced to deal with the ramifications when she returns. And really, honey, driving yourself crazy over this is not doing you any good."
"Callie has never acted so capriciously."
"She’s never been married before either. She’s a different person now. A broken heart, no matter how late it comes, changes who you are for the rest of your life."
"I don’t like who she has become, mi vida. This is not my daughter. If I tell her to come home, she comes. If I ask her if she’s okay, she tells me the truth. She obeys, Mel. Always. What if she is drinking again? What if the injury she received is worse than the hospital let on? What if-"
"Don’t ask ‘what if’. Because it’s unwise to plant those ideas in fate’s heart. She’ll be home in a few days and perhaps she will be our Callie again when she returns."
"Were you able to reach George?"
"I left a message asking him to come to lunch tomorrow."
"What will we say to him, Mel?"
"Oh, you may sting like a butterfly, but I bite like a Great White. And this shark has a quite an arsenal of teeth."
"Yes, my love, you do."
*~*~*~*~*~
Addison tried Callie’s cell phone and left a voice mail. She tried to sound upbeat and supportive and asked that Callie call her back. Next, she called Alex’s phone and left a message on it as well. Twenty minutes later she crawled into the bed and flipped the television on. It was late and she was wide awake. She changed the channels, gnawing at her bottom lip, and then sat up a little straighter when she came across soft core porn. "Thank you, HBO!"
Her eyes darted left and right as if to verify that there was no one in the room to see her and she turned the volume a little lower for modesty's sake. Grinning, she flopped onto her stomach, her head toward the foot of the bed, and immersed herself in a lame ass story about King Dong that was dotted with random scenes of erotica. It was cheesy. It was horribly acted and her aching body responded to every scene. Well, except the ones that involved the guy in the grey ape suit. At any rate, she slipped her panties off and stroked through the curls at the apex of her thighs, mimicking with her hand what the man on television was doing with his ...
Someone knocked at her door and she leapt upward and hit the television so hard that she knocked it behind the stand it sat on. "Shit! Fuck!"
"Addison?!" Mark called. "What the hell was that noise?"
She left the television in the floor, still on, and yanked the door open. When Mark scanned down her body, she realized that she still had on a tight fitting short camisole, but her panties were flung over the lamp shade. His eyes widened and she quickly yanked him into the room, peeking into the hall to see if anyone else had seen her. When she turned, he was still looking her up and down. She put her hands on her hips and said, "What?"
"Since when do you have a heart?"
She looked bewildered and then remembered that Callie had invited her along for a wax, saying it didn’t hurt if you had a friend with you. Addison had screamed loud enough to make her own ears ring. Smiling, she cupped her hands over said heart. "What do you want?"
He pulled a pack of batteries out of his pocket and threw them on the bed. "I thought I’d help you out. You were walking around the hospital yesterday breathing fire and I know why."
Addison narrowed her eyes and picked up the package, turning it over in her hands as if she expected something else to be attached. With a devilish grin, she held them out to him. "Can you open them?"
"Open them?"
She nodded and bent to the nightstand, where she retrieved two dildos. One was bright purple, filled with gel, and the other was flesh colored and made of cyber skin. She unscrewed the backs on both and dropped out the old batteries. He was watching her every move and when she held her hand out for the batteries, she saw that he was licking his lips. She filled both vibrators and turned the purple one on, lowering it until it was against her breast.
She felt her nipple harden under the silk fabric and trailed it lower still, over her stomach and hip. "Mark?"
He made some kind of noise, his eyes never leaving her hands.
"It’s only fair that you watch. You did bring the batteries after all."
He pulled his eyes away from the vibrator, which she had slid against her clit, and looked into her eyes. "It won’t work. I’m not falling for it. We’re doing the sixty days."
"Can you help me remember?" She lay back on the bed, her legs spread wide. "Do I like this one or this one inside? Oooh, I think it’s this one. Yeah, it’s definitely this one. Daaaaamn."
Mark’s jaw tightened as she slipped the purple dildo gently into her and he saw her moisture when she pulled it out. Someone made a noise, someone who wasn’t Addison. Glancing to his left, he saw the television and smirked. Lifting it back onto the stand, he turned up the volume and watched as a man enjoyed two women at once. He knew she was watching as well because he heard her flop onto her stomach on the bed. "Porn, Ads?"
Her response was to grip his shirt and pull him down for a kiss. She knew she had him when he reached between her legs and removed the shivering toy, tossing it across the room. He flipped her onto her back and covered her body with his, devouring her mouth while his fingers filled the void at her center. "Addison," he growled, moving lower, yanking the camisole over her head.
He latched onto her nipple and sucked ferociously, not stopping until it looked rouged. Then he moved to her stomach and her fingers gripped his hair, pushing him to the spot she was dying for him to kiss. He feasted on her, pushing and pulling her to and from the edge until finally, he half stood, bringing her hips with him. And the change of pressure, the change of position, caused Addison to come so hard that she screamed and almost knocked him over when he legs stiffened against his shoulders.
Mark laid her gently back on the bed and picked up her vibrator, the flesh colored one, which he laid between her breasts. He enjoyed the view for a moment longer, loving the way the color had risen into her face, the way her chest rose and fell from her ragged breathing, and then he walked to the door. "I’ll see you at work tomorrow, Addy."
Addison jerked upright instantly. "What!? No! Mark, come on! This isn’t funny anymore."
He ran his finger over his lip tasting her all over again. "No, it’s definitely not funny."
"Stay! Please?"
"No. When we make love again you’re going to know that that’s what it is. I’m making love to you and it’s going to erase any doubt you have that I can remain faithful to you."
"But-"
"Sleep well, angel."
Addison watched as he closed the door behind him, then she slumped back on the bed and threw her arms over her face. "Gah!"
The throbbing began anew between her legs and she groaned, glancing at the television in time to see the ape-man catch the girl and try to kiss her. "Fuck it," she said and lifted the vibrator.
When she slipped into her aching folds, she closed her eyes and sighed, "Mark ..."
In the hallway, he leaned against the door and listened.
Life was good.
Incredibly *hard*, but good.
*~*~*~*~*~
Callie collapsed, boneless, against Alex’s chest. She had just taken the ride of her life. While she had been atop him, her brain had conjured an image of her straddling a 747 and flying, six hundred miles an hour, into an abyss that she had never dreamed possible. She had lost count of the orgasms. She had lost count of the positions and the many ways he could make her come, but she didn’t really care. It was exhilarating. All he had to do was brush against her and she was wide awake and ready for more.
Alex rubbed a hand down her spine and cupped her backside. She amazed him. The things she did with her body and the agility she possessed was uncanny. And she could go from fucking like a madwoman to snuggling against him in the blink of an eye, completely sated. He decided that’s how he felt: sated. She had touched something inside him, some place that sex had never reached before, and it was startling and wonderful at the same time. He had never had *anyone* possess all of him the way she had. She consumed him and he gladly surrendered to the flames.
"Alex?"
"I can’t talk yet. Talking requires breathing and you’ve taken my breath again."
"Good. I was going to say that we should sleep." She sat up and pulled the cover over them and settled into his arms, her head against his chest. "And I was going to say thank you."
"For?"
"You see me. You really, truly see me."
"How could I not?" He pulled her leg over his and rubbed her knee. "I’ve never felt like this before, Cal. It happened so fast."
"I have been accused of moving at warp speed before."
"Well, I think your timing is just fine and so is mine."
"Ohh, you’re a poet." She kissed his jaw and looked at him. "I wish that you had asked me out months ago. It just - it feels like it was supposed to be you and me all along. Like, kismet or something. Is that stupid?"
"No. Stupid would be to ignore it, Gothika. And I won’t let either one of us do that."
Grinning, she nodded and laid her head back down. She was just dozing off when she heard him whisper something. It was soft, almost too low for her to catch it, but it was there.
He sleepily murmured, "I love you."
She didn’t move, didn’t breathe, until she heard him snore lightly seconds later.
Callie was still awake two hours later.
No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t believe in love again. Ever. Her mind convinced her it was a manufactured greeting card sentiment, a cheesy plot device in a movie, the theme of hundreds of dumb songs. Love had the ability to torment and torture and really, she reasoned, who would willingly do that to themselves. He certainly couldn’t expect her to believe in it after everything she had been through.
It had been post - post - post - post coital bliss that had forced the lie from his lips.
And she understood.
What they had shared had almost made a believer of her again.
But almost didn’t count.
Lust? Lust counted.
And she lusted for him very much.
*~*~*~*~*~
While Callie and Alex had never been morning people, they awoke with the sun and Callie was able to talk him into going for a swim with her. It was the first thing she could think of and she wanted very much to forget what she had heard the night before. She wore a solid black bathing suit that had a low, wide belt which rested on her hips. He wore his trunks and they played around for almost an hour, diving under, grabbing each other’s legs. After showering together and doing much more than bathing, they got dressed again and pointed the yacht toward a nearby marina.
They needed food. They needed to stock the ship with drinks, snacks, and the makings of several dinners. Callie had decided that once they started back toward Seattle, she didn’t want to stop unless it was to drop anchor *and* her panties. There would need to be a lot of stops. She didn’t want to hit land because on land ... they couldn’t be alone and she wanted to be alone with him for as long as they had. It was easier to forget the world when they only had each other for company.
Callie called a cab at the marina and then spent over nine hundred dollars on supplies. There was too much to carry in the cab, so the manager of the market agreed to deliver their purchases himself. Callie agreed, suggested that he wait a few hours, and then set about showing Alex what Malibu was all about. They ate Italian food and people watched until Alex finally saw a celebrity, John Travolta, and then they headed into a small boutique because Callie saw a slinky red dress that called her name. It would be perfect for the party that was rapidly approaching.
She bought him two more pairs of swimming trunks and had to sneak an adorable black Speedo across the counter to the clerk. He had adamantly refused when he saw her eyeballing it, but she’d make him wear it. She had no doubt that she could be persuasive as hell. They carried their purchases to the beach, where they waded in the water for a little while longer, then they headed back to the yacht.
The manager was waiting for them and he and Alex unloaded everything. The man practically burst into tears when Callie pressed five one hundred dollar bills in his hand. He thanked her repeatedly, telling her that she had saved his life. Callie smiled and said, "There’s a lot of that going around."
Alex watched the entire exchange with an amused expression. When the older man drove away, he kissed her. "You know, most people would look at you and think that you’re Elizabeth Bathory reincarnated. Aren’t you breaking the sacred Gothic scrolls or whatever by being so sweet?"
She glanced down at her clothing. She guessed that the red shirt she wore did have a Renaissance feel to it. It laced up the sides like a corset and made her cleavage look great. "I think that what we did last night proves that I’m more Bathory than sweet. Besides, I’m a perky Goth with you."
He stared at her breasts and nodded. "Very, very perky."
She kissed him and let him help her on board the boat. "I didn’t even realize that everything I bought for myself was so ..."
"Sexy and dirty? Exactly what a Marilyn Manson video should look like?"
"Pretty much. I thought I had outgrown it."
"Nah, you've always had this edge. At least since I first laid eyes on you." He led the way down into the salon. "They didn’t make chicks like you when I was in school. The whole Goth thing was not even cute back then. It was greasy hair, body odor, black nails, and a death stare that was-" He trailed off when she raised an eyebrow. "A lot like that, actually. How did you get into it?"
"I walked into a Hot Topic when I was about fourteen. It felt like coming home. I bought one of everything and then threw away anything that was pink or blue or *girly* in my closet. My parents controlled everything except my wardrobe. The more they tried the more I rebelled and the further I embraced it. And then, you know, it wasn’t just clothing anymore. It was a way of life. I got into The Cure and Depeche Mode. I rocked out to Johnny Rotten and all my friends in high school were just like me." She sighed and glanced down at her short black skirt. It was sewn through with red thread that matched the shirt beautifully. "Clothes like this are a second skin to me. I feel good in this and occasionally in scrubs."
"You look damn fine in both." Alex smirked. "And you looked great in that *girly* dress the other night. The turquoise one."
"That’s about as colorful as I go."
"I like you best in red."
"I’m going to wear red to the party that my mother planned."
Alex had bent down to grab a couple of the bags that had been delivered. He straightened clutching nothing except his stomach, which had fallen around his ankles. "You’re still having your elopement party? You’re still going with O’Malley where you’ll what ... pretend to be happy and-"
"No!" She shook her head back and forth. "It’s going to be a welcome home party now. For me. All my family is coming in and I didn’t have the heart to cancel it at the last minute."
"They’re coming here expecting to meet your husband, Callie!"
"So? I have a date lined up. He’s a great guy."
Alex had never been one for a fit of jealousy, but something surged through him when she said ‘date’ and he stood a little taller. "You’re going with me! I don’t - who were taking, Callie? Dr. Savoy? That fuckin’ Ken doll will get his ass kicked if he so much as looks at you. What -"
"My date used to be a wrestler in Iowa. He loves his mother, doesn’t like his dad, and got a bike one year for Christmas even though he asked for Disneyland." Callie grinned at him. "He’s also apparently been hiding the green eyed monster, but I think it’s very cute when it comes out."
"You are *evil*."
"Like I said, Jock Boy, I’m more Bathory than not."
"She killed people and bathed in their blood."
"I’ve thought about it. Does that count?"
"You’re making me horny. Stop it."
"Wanna play doctor?"
He said yes.
So they did.
*~*~*~*~*~