On Tuesday - Grey's Anatomy - Mark/Callie - 2/2
It was a Tuesday evening, two weeks after Mark and Callie met Erica for drinks, when the pair decided to emerge from their hole. Instead of going to Callie’s apartment, binge eating and staring at a television screen, they decided to go out. After work, they headed over to Joe’s.
They’d both had little alcohol in the past two weeks - the occasional glass of wine at Callie’s place, but nothing extraordinary. That night at Joe’s, Mark and Callie overindulged. They overindulged quite a bit, drinking in hefty sums.
Callie was downing tequila shots like there was no tomorrow, and Mark was quickly working his way through a bottle of scotch.
After shot number eleven, Callie decided dancing was a good idea. In fact, she decided it was the best idea she’d ever had after she pulled Mark out onto the dance floor with her.
They moved together in a way that Callie had forgotten they could. They hadn’t had any contact that could be construed as sexual in a very long time, and she was forcibly reminded of how much she liked it. How damn sexy her best friend was.
Mark certainly felt the same.
The pulsing beat of the music and the rhythm of their hips together made him manic. It had been a long time since he’d felt an urge with Callie this intense. It was hard to remember they were just friends now - the benefits had been set aside. They had not been together in that manner for a very long time. Before the days of Arizona and Lexie, and even Erica (besides when Callie asked to learn the Sloan Method).
Now Mark wanted her more than ever.
The alcohol had a deep effect on him, releasing him of limitations, but it wasn’t producing his lust. It was natural - it had always been there. He wanted Callie in ways he couldn’t express. The physical demand was too much.
Callie bit her lip. Her hips pressed against his - she could feel his want for her. At that moment, tequila in her veins, she wanted nothing more than to kiss her best friend. Not a friendly kiss. Not a loving peck. A searing, lust-filled kiss that would leave both of them weak and warm in the all the right places. But she didn’t. She couldn’t, could she? They’d moved on from that stage in their relationship and were strictly friends now. Despite what it felt like at the moment. But it was more than just at the moment. She’d felt it for a while, though she’d never admit it aloud. Callie had to physically restrain herself from leaning forward just a few more inches and pressing her lips to his.
She resisted.
They danced, and she resisted some more.
Eventually, after shot number 14, giggling, Callie spoke up and suggested they go home. Joe called them a cab that took them back to their apartment complex.
They ended up at Callie’s as usual, and once inside, despite already being quite drunk, they decided a little red wine was a good idea. Any sobering the dancing and taxi ride had done was instantly negated.
As the two sat on the couch, fumbling and stumbling and slurring, there was a crackling tension in the air.
“Hey Mark,” Callie giggled. “Remember what Erica said about us?”
“The great couple thing?” he responded.
“Yep,” Callie grinned. “It’s funny, right?”
“Mmhm,” Mark responded with a nod. “We’d probably be terrible together. Our own commitment issues would-” he hiccupped, “-get the best of us.”
She turned to him with a suddenly very serious and sober expression. “Do you really think that?”
Mark sighed heavily, exaggerated by the amount of alcohol he consumed. “No, not really. Not really. This time last year…sure, we’d destruct. But these days…I think we’d be great together.”
Callie bit her lip in longing. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” Mark confirmed, looking at her in that way that drove Callie just a little mad.
Suddenly, the precarious balance they’d found was destroyed. Their lips were fused in an instant. Hands were everywhere. They were fuzzy with lust and alcohol.
Callie was laying on the couch, limbs sprawled out, and Mark kissed her furiously, his tongue mixed with hers. He kissed her lips, her cheek, her neck. He nibbled on her earlobe, and Callie moaned softly. He kissed her once more and deftly picked her up. The pair stumbled into Callie’s bedroom, lips locked together, and removed articles of clothing as they went.
They were left with Mark in his boxers - Armani, Callie presumed - and Callie in a mismatched black bra and vibrant blue boyshorts. Mark grinned and took her remaining clothing off slowly, teasing her.
It was startling just how right it felt to be together again. It was comfortable and familiar, but it wasn’t just that. It felt like coming home after a long trip away. It felt like it was where they were supposed to be. It was always so good with them. Sex with Mark was unlike sex with anyone else, Callie had always recognized. It was different with Mark every time. It was always fantastic, but it was always different. And this time it seemed it would be more passionate than ever before.
After removing her bra, Mark kissed a path down Callie’s chest, leaving a trail. He gently kissed one of her nipples and then took it in his mouth, grazing it between his teeth. Callie gasped, and Mark moved onto the other breast. After several moments of Callie writhing beneath him, he released his mouth with a wet ‘pop’ and kissed his way down her stomach, causing Callie to shiver. His mouth continued down its path, much to her pleasure, and eventually found the exact spot Callie was hoping he would focus on. Her breathing hitched, and she let out several high-pitched moans in quick succession.
Mark stopped before Callie she spilled over the edge. She let out a whimpering noise of disappointment. She was appeased a few moments later, after she heard foil tear and saw a condom wrapper litter the floor. He pushed into her, gently at first. She was tighter than she had been last time they were together. She’d only been with women since him, after all. He was slow at first, creating a rhythm that drove Callie mad, begging him to pick up the pace. He refused briefly, but then he realized he’d never been good at denying her anything. Mark sped up his rhythm, and Callie met him, bare skin on bare skin. It didn’t take long for Callie to reach her peak, and Mark followed quickly after her.
The couple didn’t speak afterwards. They did not need to. Not after the night they had. They would deal with whatever consequences they faced in the morning. For now, the pair curled up together under the covers, naked and vulnerable, and fell asleep in each other’s arms.
* * *
Callie awoke the next morning quite pleasantly, enjoying the warm feeling she had. There was a body pressed up against her, and she smiled. It was a nice feeling. It felt like…Mark. Callie didn’t give it much of a second thought. She liked to cuddle in her sleep after all. She stirred and realized she wasn’t wearing any clothing and the sheets moved against her bare skin.
Shit.
Memories of last night flooded Callie - too much alcohol, mentions of being ‘great together’ like Erica had said, and passionate sex. It had been a wonderful night, she recalled. The dull ache between her legs proved that. She just wasn’t sure how Mark would feel about it.
Being honest with herself, Callie realized it was a long time coming. Ever since the pair had been dumped by their significant others (and maybe even before), the sexual tension had been superfluous. There was so much of it in the air surrounding them that it was tangible. She could practically reach out with her hands and grab at it. But it certainly could not be reigned in.
The sex had been a long time coming, and Callie didn’t regret it. Sex with Mark was always incredible. But this time it had been different. It felt more meaningful. She would adamantly deny that fact out loud, but she knew it was true. Sex with Mark this time around had been something more. It wasn’t just lust, but there was caring there. Something real.
Callie couldn’t make herself regret it if she had wanted to.
She just didn’t know if Mark would.
Callie dozed in and out of sleep for the next hour, not wanting to leave the comfort and new intimacy of Mark’s embrace, however long it might last.
* * *
Mark stirred and woke up, recognizing the body pressed against him immediately. She always felt different than all the other women - better somehow and warmer. He pressed a kiss to her bare shoulder, waking her.
He hoped she did not regret the night’s activities.
A part of him had been hoping it would happen with Callie for a while.
Callie turned to face him, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. Mark’s arm was still draped comfortably around her waist.
“Hey,” she said quietly, sleepiness oozing from her voice.
“Hey,” he responded with a gentle smile.
“So…” she whispered.
“So…” he repeated.
“Do you regret it?” Callie asked somewhat timidly.
Mark smiled fully. “No. I really don’t. Do you?”
“I feel like I should,” Callie began. Mark’s face fell. She continued, “Because we’re such good friends, and I don’t want to mess that up. So I feel like I should regret it, you know? But I don’t. I feel like I should, but I don’t. Not at all.”
Mark breathed a sigh of relief. “Good. I’m glad you don’t regret it. I…” he hesitated. “I think there might be something here, Cal.” He gestured between the pair of them.
“I know,” Callie said softly. There was a withdrawn quality of acceptance in her voice. “We can’t really deny it anymore, huh?”
“Not without lying to ourselves,” Mark recognized.
“Yeah. I just…I don’t want to ruin our friendship.”
Mark kissed her on the forehead. “We’re tried friends and we’ve tried friends with benefits. You ever think maybe we should try the third option?”
Callie bit her lip. “You sure about that?”
Mark furrowed his brows. “Of course I’m sure.”
“Okay. Well, here’s the thing, Mark. I want to give this a try. But I’ve been hurt a few too many times. You’ve been around for a lot of them. George cheated on me. Erica left me. Arizona ended things. It’s been a lot to take the past few years. And you’ve been there for me through it. I knew I’d always have a friend. But if you’re the one breaking my heart, I’m not going to have that friend to depend on anymore. So if you really want to try this thing, you have to promise not to hurt me. I know you will at some point, probably unintentionally, but you can’t hurt me too bad, okay? You can’t break what’s left because I won’t have my best friend to lean on.”
Mark looked Callie in the eyes and grabbed her hand. “I won’t hurt you. We’ll make it work, okay? You’ll always have your best friend to lean on. And when I’m being a jack ass, you can call and complain to Addison,” he grinned. “We’ll be good together, you know.”
“I know,” Callie smiled sheepishly. “Let’s not tell anyone yet, okay? All the drama at the hospital…let’s just stay away from it for a while.”
“It’s about Arizona, right?” Mark asked.
“Yeah,” Callie said quietly. “Kind of. I just don’t want her to get hurt by me moving on so fast. She kind of had a feeling about you and me.”
“So did Lexie,” Mark replied. “We’ll keep it quiet for a little while. Then I’ll tell Derek, and you’ll tell Yang, and I’ll take you on a cafeteria table. Sound good?”
“Sounds perfect,” Callie grinned. “So we’re really doing this?”
“We’re really doing this, Torres.”
Mark pulled Callie flush against him and sealed the deal with a kiss. They’d felt it the night before, and now the felt it again. They were home.