A Miami Christmas (1/4?)
Title: A Miami Christmas
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Do you have to ask?
For devylish.
A/N: This takes place mid S5, and assumes that there was never any Callica, Slexipuke, or Calzona. IOW, at the end of S4 the friends w/benefits was still on, and Erica Hahn never even existed (God, I wish.) So, knowing that...enjoy!
His mouth was hot and wet against her neck as he pressed her to the hotel room door. Fumbling to open the door without removing his mouth from her skin, he finally pushed the door open.
Callie shed her jacket, letting it fall to the floor before she pushed Mark’s almost matching one off of his broad shoulders. He moved his mouth from her neck to her earlobe, and she giggled and moaned as his hands began to untuck her blouse.
The ringing of a cellphone stopped them momentarily, while they searched through pockets and coats to find whose phone it was. Mark found his first and gave her a look. “Yours.”
“I’m expecting a call about my spinal fusion patient,” she said, not even bothering to look at the caller ID as she answered. “Hello?”
Mark pushed her back against the bed and began undoing the buttons of her blouse, stopping after each one to place a hot, open-mouthed kiss on her stomach.
“Daddy! I was expecting the hospital.” She shivered as Mark peeled her blouse off and pulled one of her bra straps down, nipping at her clavicle. “Yeah, I’m fine, Mark and I were just having dinner.” While his mouth continued to nip at her neck, he dipped one hand into the satin cup of her bra and began teasing her nipple. She tried to slap his hand away, but after a brief moment she gave up. “Mark? A friend of mine from the hospital…yeah, he’s a doctor.” She leaned her head back and bit her lip, closing her eyes and trying in vain to focus on the conversation with her father. “No, it’s nothing serious. Just friends.”
Hearing that, he pinched her nipple very hard, and she sat bolt upright and gave him a warning look. Grinning, he simply undid her bra and pushed her back onto the bed, tossing her lingerie aside as he began to lick his way down to her pants.
“Christmas? No, really Daddy, Mark doesn’t want to come for Christmas.”
Mark, who had removed her jeans and was now in the process of peeling her panties off with his teeth, sat up and looked at her. “Yeah I would.”
Clearly annoyed, Callie covered the mouthpiece of the phone. “Shut up! You do NOT want to go to Miami for Christmas. Trust me.” She turned back to the phone. “No, Daddy, really…Mark’s just saying that.”
“No, I’m not.”
Again, she covered the mouthpiece. “So help me God, Mark Sloan, if you say another word me and my very expensive panties will go home and you can jerk off in the shower.” She turned back to the phone. “No…Daddy…Daddy…stop, stop…okay! Okay! Fine! We’ll come for Christmas! God, you’re as bad as Mom.” She shot a nasty look at Mark, who grinned impishly and resumed the removal of her panties with his teeth. “Bye, Daddy.” She tossed the phone on the floor and leaned up on her elbows. “What the hell was that?”
“No idea, but it had that whole Electra Complex thing going on,” Mark replied, licking his way up her legs until his head was positioned right in between her thighs. “Gotta admit, kinda hot.” With a wicked smile, he leaned in and began laving at her with his tongue.
“Pervert,” she moaned, twining her fingers in his hair. “You are such a pervert…but God you are a pervert with a magical tongue.”
He looked up. “Does this mean you and your very expensive panties are staying?”
“So, you and Mark still doing the McNasty on every available surface?” Addison’s voice was muffled over the cell phone.
Callie laughed. “Yeah.”
Addison sighed. “I won’t meddle. I won’t. But really? Are you two a thing now?”
“No, we are not a ‘thing’ as you so eloquently put it. We’re friends. We are good friends. We are good friends who happen to enjoy having sex with each other.” Callie twirled a piece of hair around her finger. “Although-and really, I could kill him for this-he’s coming to Miami with me for the holidays.”
“What?” Addison was practically yelling. “Callie, you do not take a fuck buddy home for the holidays!”
“I know!” she replied, equally as loud. “But he was there when my dad called, and it just…snowballed.”
Addison sighed again, and Callie could practically see her through the phone, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Christmas is hard for him, Callie.”
“Why?”
“His family was never close, he was routinely forgotten about by his parents and the only real Christmases he ever had were with the Shepherds.” Addison paused, and when she resumed talking, her voice was sad. “It got to the point where his dad’s accountant would just cut Mrs. Shepherd a check and tell her to get presents for him, so she wouldn’t bother his parents for it.”
“That’s…horrible.” Callie felt a pang of sadness.
“Yeah, it is. He just wants to belong, Callie. For all his posturing and bravado and playing the bad boy, he just…he wants to know that he belongs-to someone, to anyone. So you can’t play around with him, with his feelings, because he’s got a self-destructive streak a mile wide and I’ve already had to pick the pieces up once and I can’t do it again.” Addison sniffled, clearing her throat. “So just…be careful with him, okay?”
“Okay.” Callie’s voice was soft. “You do know that I genuinely like him though, right? He’s a good friend.”
Addison’s laugh was wry. “He is. He’s a great friend. And I can’t believe I’m about to say this, but…you like him, you like having sex with him, why is this not a thing?”
“I just…it’s complicated, Addie. It’s just easier if I keep the sex part with him separate from the feelings part.”
“You know that eventually, it will come back to bite you in the ass, right? I mean, at some point the two will overlap and then what? You get your shit together and decide to give it a go? Or do you pack it in and lose your friend? Those are your options. And I know you’re a little gun-shy what with your divorce and everything but Callie, you can’t deny feelings forever.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“So no matter how amazingly mind-blowing the sex is, it’s not worth losing a friend over.” Addison chuckled. “I actually think that you could be good for him. You’d keep his ass in line. He needs a feisty woman like yourself to keep him in check.”
“Did you just call me feisty?”
“What? You are. I can choose a different word if you like…saucy? Spirited? Stubborn? Hard-headed?”
“I get it.” Callie’s pager went off. “Crap, I have a trauma coming in. Call me later.”
“Will do. Love you tons, Cal.”
“Love you more, Ads.”
Three Weeks Later
Panting and sweaty, they lay in Mark’s enormous hotel room bed, bodies sated. Sleepily, Callie looked over at the clock. “We should eat before our flight.”
“Or you could give me ten minutes and we could go again,” Mark replied, tracing one nipple lazily with his finger.
“You’re hornier than normal.”
“Hey, you said no sex for the whole week we’re there. I gotta get it while I can.”
“I was serious about that.” She looked at him, her face serious. “My father will kill you if we have sex in his house. And if he finds out we’re not even dating…ugh.” She burned her head under a pillow. “This is going to be a disaster.”
Mark pulled the pillow off of her head. “Cal, come on. It won’t be that bad.”
“Yes, it will.” She sighed. “First of all, even though I repeatedly told my dad that you and I are just friends, he’s still going to treat you like you were my boyfriend. Second, if anyone finds out that we are friends who happen to have sex, I will either be blackmailed or shipped to a convent and you will be castrated. Third…no sex! None! And the only shower in the house with one of those removable shower head massages is in the master bedroom, so it’s not even like I’ll be able to take care of things myself.”
“Did you just admit to masturbating? You naughty minx.” Mark’s grin was wicked. “Now that’s a fantasy I’ll just stow away for later.”
“You pervert.” Callie laughed, rolling her eyes. “And did you call me a minx?”
“A naughty minx.” He rolled on top of her and pulled one long leg around his hip and thrust into her. “A dirty, sexy little minx who admits to masturbating. Tell me, Calliope, what do you think about when you touch yourself?” he whispered into her ear.
Grinning, she pulled her other leg up around his hip. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
Laughing, he leaned over and kissed her.
The flight from Seattle to Miami seemed interminable, even in first class. The closer they got to Miami, the more nervous Callie became.
Mark watched her fidget for about an hour before he spoke, leaning over and pulling the earbud out of her ear. “You know, I hear sex is great for calming nerves.”
“I am not joining the Mile High Club.”
“You’re no fun.”
“How come you’re not nervous?” she asked, pulling her other earbud out. “You’re the one who is going to lose their sexual organs if my parents find out we’re…you know. And, they’re going to treat you like a boyfriend, which means you’ll get grilled and see the naked baby pictures and…God, okay, I need to stop.”
“Cal.” Mark reached over and took her hand. “It’s okay. Really. They can interrogate me, that’s fine. I can handle it.”
“Why are you doing this?” she asked.
“Partially because you didn’t want me to,” he replied. “But also…I don’t have a family to spend holidays with. And if you went to Miami, I’d just spend it alone.”
He said it so matter-of-factly that Callie felt a pang of guilt, remembering Addison’s words. “You’ll still be my friend when this is all over, right?” she asked, squeezing his hand as she lay her head on his shoulder.
“A friend who gets to see you naked?”
“Yes. Ass.”
He laughed. “I’d be your friend even if the naked part was revoked.”
“I know.” She looked up at him. “You’re a good friend, Mark. I don’t think you know that. But you are.” Callie could see his neck turning pink with embarrassment, and she smiled. “And the sex is good, too.”
“Good? Just good? You wound me, Callie.”
“Your ego doesn’t need to get any bigger.”
“Did we just have a moment?”
“I think we did.”
“Would it ruin the moment if I asked you to join the Mile High Club?” His voice was teasing.
She couldn’t help but laugh. “Jerk.”
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Do you have to ask?
For devylish.
A/N: This takes place mid S5, and assumes that there was never any Callica, Slexipuke, or Calzona. IOW, at the end of S4 the friends w/benefits was still on, and Erica Hahn never even existed (God, I wish.) So, knowing that...enjoy!
His mouth was hot and wet against her neck as he pressed her to the hotel room door. Fumbling to open the door without removing his mouth from her skin, he finally pushed the door open.
Callie shed her jacket, letting it fall to the floor before she pushed Mark’s almost matching one off of his broad shoulders. He moved his mouth from her neck to her earlobe, and she giggled and moaned as his hands began to untuck her blouse.
The ringing of a cellphone stopped them momentarily, while they searched through pockets and coats to find whose phone it was. Mark found his first and gave her a look. “Yours.”
“I’m expecting a call about my spinal fusion patient,” she said, not even bothering to look at the caller ID as she answered. “Hello?”
Mark pushed her back against the bed and began undoing the buttons of her blouse, stopping after each one to place a hot, open-mouthed kiss on her stomach.
“Daddy! I was expecting the hospital.” She shivered as Mark peeled her blouse off and pulled one of her bra straps down, nipping at her clavicle. “Yeah, I’m fine, Mark and I were just having dinner.” While his mouth continued to nip at her neck, he dipped one hand into the satin cup of her bra and began teasing her nipple. She tried to slap his hand away, but after a brief moment she gave up. “Mark? A friend of mine from the hospital…yeah, he’s a doctor.” She leaned her head back and bit her lip, closing her eyes and trying in vain to focus on the conversation with her father. “No, it’s nothing serious. Just friends.”
Hearing that, he pinched her nipple very hard, and she sat bolt upright and gave him a warning look. Grinning, he simply undid her bra and pushed her back onto the bed, tossing her lingerie aside as he began to lick his way down to her pants.
“Christmas? No, really Daddy, Mark doesn’t want to come for Christmas.”
Mark, who had removed her jeans and was now in the process of peeling her panties off with his teeth, sat up and looked at her. “Yeah I would.”
Clearly annoyed, Callie covered the mouthpiece of the phone. “Shut up! You do NOT want to go to Miami for Christmas. Trust me.” She turned back to the phone. “No, Daddy, really…Mark’s just saying that.”
“No, I’m not.”
Again, she covered the mouthpiece. “So help me God, Mark Sloan, if you say another word me and my very expensive panties will go home and you can jerk off in the shower.” She turned back to the phone. “No…Daddy…Daddy…stop, stop…okay! Okay! Fine! We’ll come for Christmas! God, you’re as bad as Mom.” She shot a nasty look at Mark, who grinned impishly and resumed the removal of her panties with his teeth. “Bye, Daddy.” She tossed the phone on the floor and leaned up on her elbows. “What the hell was that?”
“No idea, but it had that whole Electra Complex thing going on,” Mark replied, licking his way up her legs until his head was positioned right in between her thighs. “Gotta admit, kinda hot.” With a wicked smile, he leaned in and began laving at her with his tongue.
“Pervert,” she moaned, twining her fingers in his hair. “You are such a pervert…but God you are a pervert with a magical tongue.”
He looked up. “Does this mean you and your very expensive panties are staying?”
“So, you and Mark still doing the McNasty on every available surface?” Addison’s voice was muffled over the cell phone.
Callie laughed. “Yeah.”
Addison sighed. “I won’t meddle. I won’t. But really? Are you two a thing now?”
“No, we are not a ‘thing’ as you so eloquently put it. We’re friends. We are good friends. We are good friends who happen to enjoy having sex with each other.” Callie twirled a piece of hair around her finger. “Although-and really, I could kill him for this-he’s coming to Miami with me for the holidays.”
“What?” Addison was practically yelling. “Callie, you do not take a fuck buddy home for the holidays!”
“I know!” she replied, equally as loud. “But he was there when my dad called, and it just…snowballed.”
Addison sighed again, and Callie could practically see her through the phone, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Christmas is hard for him, Callie.”
“Why?”
“His family was never close, he was routinely forgotten about by his parents and the only real Christmases he ever had were with the Shepherds.” Addison paused, and when she resumed talking, her voice was sad. “It got to the point where his dad’s accountant would just cut Mrs. Shepherd a check and tell her to get presents for him, so she wouldn’t bother his parents for it.”
“That’s…horrible.” Callie felt a pang of sadness.
“Yeah, it is. He just wants to belong, Callie. For all his posturing and bravado and playing the bad boy, he just…he wants to know that he belongs-to someone, to anyone. So you can’t play around with him, with his feelings, because he’s got a self-destructive streak a mile wide and I’ve already had to pick the pieces up once and I can’t do it again.” Addison sniffled, clearing her throat. “So just…be careful with him, okay?”
“Okay.” Callie’s voice was soft. “You do know that I genuinely like him though, right? He’s a good friend.”
Addison’s laugh was wry. “He is. He’s a great friend. And I can’t believe I’m about to say this, but…you like him, you like having sex with him, why is this not a thing?”
“I just…it’s complicated, Addie. It’s just easier if I keep the sex part with him separate from the feelings part.”
“You know that eventually, it will come back to bite you in the ass, right? I mean, at some point the two will overlap and then what? You get your shit together and decide to give it a go? Or do you pack it in and lose your friend? Those are your options. And I know you’re a little gun-shy what with your divorce and everything but Callie, you can’t deny feelings forever.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“So no matter how amazingly mind-blowing the sex is, it’s not worth losing a friend over.” Addison chuckled. “I actually think that you could be good for him. You’d keep his ass in line. He needs a feisty woman like yourself to keep him in check.”
“Did you just call me feisty?”
“What? You are. I can choose a different word if you like…saucy? Spirited? Stubborn? Hard-headed?”
“I get it.” Callie’s pager went off. “Crap, I have a trauma coming in. Call me later.”
“Will do. Love you tons, Cal.”
“Love you more, Ads.”
Three Weeks Later
Panting and sweaty, they lay in Mark’s enormous hotel room bed, bodies sated. Sleepily, Callie looked over at the clock. “We should eat before our flight.”
“Or you could give me ten minutes and we could go again,” Mark replied, tracing one nipple lazily with his finger.
“You’re hornier than normal.”
“Hey, you said no sex for the whole week we’re there. I gotta get it while I can.”
“I was serious about that.” She looked at him, her face serious. “My father will kill you if we have sex in his house. And if he finds out we’re not even dating…ugh.” She burned her head under a pillow. “This is going to be a disaster.”
Mark pulled the pillow off of her head. “Cal, come on. It won’t be that bad.”
“Yes, it will.” She sighed. “First of all, even though I repeatedly told my dad that you and I are just friends, he’s still going to treat you like you were my boyfriend. Second, if anyone finds out that we are friends who happen to have sex, I will either be blackmailed or shipped to a convent and you will be castrated. Third…no sex! None! And the only shower in the house with one of those removable shower head massages is in the master bedroom, so it’s not even like I’ll be able to take care of things myself.”
“Did you just admit to masturbating? You naughty minx.” Mark’s grin was wicked. “Now that’s a fantasy I’ll just stow away for later.”
“You pervert.” Callie laughed, rolling her eyes. “And did you call me a minx?”
“A naughty minx.” He rolled on top of her and pulled one long leg around his hip and thrust into her. “A dirty, sexy little minx who admits to masturbating. Tell me, Calliope, what do you think about when you touch yourself?” he whispered into her ear.
Grinning, she pulled her other leg up around his hip. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
Laughing, he leaned over and kissed her.
The flight from Seattle to Miami seemed interminable, even in first class. The closer they got to Miami, the more nervous Callie became.
Mark watched her fidget for about an hour before he spoke, leaning over and pulling the earbud out of her ear. “You know, I hear sex is great for calming nerves.”
“I am not joining the Mile High Club.”
“You’re no fun.”
“How come you’re not nervous?” she asked, pulling her other earbud out. “You’re the one who is going to lose their sexual organs if my parents find out we’re…you know. And, they’re going to treat you like a boyfriend, which means you’ll get grilled and see the naked baby pictures and…God, okay, I need to stop.”
“Cal.” Mark reached over and took her hand. “It’s okay. Really. They can interrogate me, that’s fine. I can handle it.”
“Why are you doing this?” she asked.
“Partially because you didn’t want me to,” he replied. “But also…I don’t have a family to spend holidays with. And if you went to Miami, I’d just spend it alone.”
He said it so matter-of-factly that Callie felt a pang of guilt, remembering Addison’s words. “You’ll still be my friend when this is all over, right?” she asked, squeezing his hand as she lay her head on his shoulder.
“A friend who gets to see you naked?”
“Yes. Ass.”
He laughed. “I’d be your friend even if the naked part was revoked.”
“I know.” She looked up at him. “You’re a good friend, Mark. I don’t think you know that. But you are.” Callie could see his neck turning pink with embarrassment, and she smiled. “And the sex is good, too.”
“Good? Just good? You wound me, Callie.”
“Your ego doesn’t need to get any bigger.”
“Did we just have a moment?”
“I think we did.”
“Would it ruin the moment if I asked you to join the Mile High Club?” His voice was teasing.
She couldn’t help but laugh. “Jerk.”