Title Dark Power and Dangerous Bad Boy
Chap 1 of 1
Fandom Grey's Anatomy
Pair Callie and Derek
Summary after a night of tequila, Derek and callie.
Disclaimer All publicly recognizable characters, settings, plot, etc. are the property of the creators of the TV show Grey's Anatomy. Any original characters, settings and plots are the property of devylish. devylish is in no way associated with the TV show Grey's Anatomy and no copyright infringement is intended. This work is an amateur fan effort and no profit is being made.
AN Unbeta'd AN An addendum to Tequila For Two, but can be read as a standalone.
She woke to find his head on her shoulder, his hair tousled and mussed, and his hand on her chest. He was playing with her breast as if it were a new found toy.
"You do know those are standard issue?" she teased quietly as his hand ghosted along her skin.
"There's nothing standard about these puppies." He flicked her nipple lightly, watching it pucker beneath his touch.
"Puppies huh?" She lifted her hand to his hair, losing her fingers in the thick curls. She couldn't see his smile, but she felt it.
"I haven't had a lot of, um…, I mean, really, most of the women I've been with have been… it's true a handful is all you really need, but…" he lifted his head slightly, "you're 'endowed'."
She giggled nervously. And then she realized that she'd just giggled and frowned. And then, she went back to being nervous. "Is endowed good?"
He shifted so that his frame was pressed along her side; his appreciation of her body firm and undeniable against her thigh.
"Mmmm, speaking of endowed."
Grinning like a kid in a candy shop Derek straightened his form and placed his mouth against Callie's. Nibbling the soft silk of her lips he whispered, "what do you want to do today?"
He wants to do something? To spend the day together? Together?! Opening her mouth in surprise, she felt his tongue dip in and touch hers.
Oh yeah, good hair, good eyes, excellent tongue, amazing coc- She was so in trouble. "Actually, I have to bake. Like a lot. I… Jesus Christ Shepherd, your tongue should be marked as a lethal weapon!"
He chuckled against her neck.
"I said that out loud, didn't I?"
"You're good for my ego." He moved so that he was on top of her, his body cradled between her legs. Reaching under the pillow he grabbed a small foil packet. Breaking open the package with his teeth, he stared at Callie's face. "So baking? A lot of baking?"
He wants to talk about baking? Now?! Oh wait… I brought up the baking. Unconsciously wiggling beneath him, urging him to hurry up, she formed an answer, "Yeah, My brother's birthday is this week, and I'm on cookie duty. 24 dozen cookies need to be…mmmmh, made… and… ahhhh… I need to… damn. Oh, God… ohhhh…. Shep- Derek."
Braced on his hands, his eyes locked with hers, Derek slid in and out of Callie's warmth, rocking in and out of her, slowly, surely. Her eyes had that look again, that hazed, pleasured, just beyond controlled look. She'd looked that way last night. Twice.
It was nice to see the look on her face again. Now. In the daylight.
She was beautiful.
One hand on his shoulder, the other on his ass, Callie urged him deeper. How could I not have appreciated how pretty he is? "Pretty and fucking skilled."
Derek paused mid stroke as Callie's words hit his ears. Then a smile lit up his face at the same time that Callie flushed with embarrassment. I so have to get a grip on that talking out loud thing.
Returning to his slow, pleasurable torture of Callie's body he whispered, "Oh yeah, you're really really good for my ego."
Clenching her inner muscles slightly she taunted him a little bit, "So is this where you keep your ego?"
"It is from now on."