Author Devylish
Title Adam and Eve - twisted
Fandom Grey's Anatomy
Pair Mark and Callie
Rating R
Words 431
Warning/Spoiler/Summary None. None. Small vignette regarding Callie's thoughts on Mark.
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.

Damn Apple. Damn Serpent. Damn, damn Adam!

Callie watched him sleep. The sheet draped low on his hips, his lightly tanned skin, smooth and perfect. An angel fallen from heaven? Or a devil sent directly from hell. In either case, he seemed to be unavoidably attached to her. Body and soul.

She worked with the devil. She was friends with the devil. And worst of all, she was the devil's lover.

She'd been attracted to him from minute one. Her hands itching to touch his skin, her eyes longing to take in his beauty. And then he'd smiled in her direction. The man – if he was mere mortal – was stunning.

It might seem, to some, that she was exaggerating a bit – calling him more than mortal – but she looked at their track record and … yeah 'more than a man' came to her mind. He was a narcissist. She was comfortable with that. He was a player. She was… comfortable with that. But he listened to what she said… and what she didn't say. He had that power. And it freaked her the hell out. She'd spent her life building up armor and facades and sharp edges to hide behind. But he saw through them. He reached through them… and he touched her.

How the fuck did he continually manage to touch her?!

He had to be the devil. Other 'men' couldn't see her… couldn't touch her. Not for long. But Sloan, Mark Sloan. His smile. Devilish. His swagger. Devilish. His knowing kindness. Devilish, if only because it was so unexpected and reserved for those who were lucky enough to be graced by it.

She lifted her fingers to his sleeping cheek; his beard tickling the flesh of her hand. She wished she could fight him. Not fight with him – they did that quite well. No, she wished she could fight him..., resist him. Remove herself from his tempting, tempting presence.

But every time she took a step away, she found him closer; more ingrained in her skin. The tendrils of his touch, his way of holding her, his way of looking at her – knowing her – wrapped around her and clung to her; even when they were far apart.

Next to her, Mark stirred; stretching – sleek and powerful -- and yawning, his blue eyes blinking open and taking her in. Taking all of her in. "Hey." He smiled at her, the sweet devil's smile.

Eve had seen the tree, and the apples. And she had also seen the snake curled and lurking in the branches. Still she was drawn irresistibly closer