Author Devylish
Title Still
Pair Callie/take your pick (male)
Rating PG13
Words 300
Warning/Spoiler/Summaryjust a drabble... set ten years in the future.
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.


He still makes my pulse speed up; my breath shorten.

With a look.

With a sound.

It's ridiculous. After ten years, and four children... he still makes me ache for him.

I watch him dip a finger into his famous spaghetti sauce – test tasting – and I find myself, suddenly, standing behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist.

"Hey...!" He plucks the earphones out of his ears and turns into my embrace. "Didn't hear you come in."

I can hear the music he'd been listening to through my iPod – which he consistently 'borrows' - it's loud and raucous; something from the70's. Something I had uploaded with him in mind.

I stand on tiptoe and press my lips to his – it's not a 'hi, how's it going' kiss, it's more of a 'holy shit, you're hot' kiss.

He grins – his patented sexy grin – as I open my eyes, and he tugs me closer. "Well... hello to you too."

His hands drop to my ass, possessively, adoringly. "The twins will be napping for another hour," he offers suggestively.

"...Zach and Nevia?"

"Backyard, playing."

I sigh; they could come running back into the house at any moment.

He reads my mind, "We'll lock the bedroom door." He's seducing me with his eyes, and with the press of his hips against mine.

I take pride that I can still make him want me... with a kiss... with a hug. But I hold out for half a second later. "Your sauce...?"

"Done." He pushes away from the stove... walking me backwards through the kitchen... to the bedroom hall. "Besides, I just thought of one or two other things I'd rather taste."

…He still makes my pulse speed up.