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Mistletoe Sweetness (1/1)

TITLE: Mistletoe sweetness

AUTHOR: sapphicwarrior

PAIRING: Callie/Erica of course, who else?

DISCLAIMER: All television shows, movies, books, and other copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for-profit, it constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and are not intended to be libellous, defamatory, or in any way factual.

SUMMARY: Erica is hiding …

AUTHOR’S NOTE: I don’t like Christmas, but last week I was so bored, I wrote a short Christmas fic anyway. Hope you like it.

Thanks to superfy_me for being an awesome beta! *throws thanks and hugs your way*

I’m sitting in an empty on-call room.  The truth is I’m afraid to come out of it. The hospital is full of mistletoe and I know that if I run into Callie at the hospital, we’ kiss.  So here I am hiding in an on-call room like a frightened teenager, trying to avoid Callie at all costs.  If my colleagues could see me here, they’d find it hilarious: top cardiothoracic surgeon hiding away in an on-call room because of some mistletoe. 

 

I hate Christmas, I truly hate it.  It only brings back negative memories, about my family, saying I wasn’t good enough to get a Christmas present and then giving my brother the biggest gift ever. I had told Callie about it and so Callie had taken it as her duty to give me a Christmas with  happy memories. So she had declared that she was going to kiss me under every mistletoe at the hospital.  She thought it was time we came out anyway.  I don’t mind the coming out, but I do mind the kissing in front of everyone.

 

Suddenly my pager goes off. I look at it and see that a trauma is coming in.  I realize I have to leave to on-call room and quickly head to the trauma room.

 

Luckily there was no mistletoe in the trauma room as Callie was also there. The guy broke a leg and an arm.  After I finished my part of being a doctor, I left the trauma room as quickly as possible. Without drawing attention to the fact that I went back into hiding.

 

I hide some more in the on-call room till I have to use the bathroom.  So I get out of the on-call room. I see Callie standing at the nurse station.  She sees me and heads my way.  I look around and see mistletoe everywhere.  I pace up my step and try to out run Callie, but she’s having none of it.  She catches up with me and grabs me by my arm.

 

“If I didn’t know any better baby, I’d say you have been avoiding me allll day”, she whispers in my ear.

 

“I haven’t”, I try to tell her, but I know she can see right through my lie.

 

“You weren’t trying to get out of the mistletoe now, were you”, she purrs in my ear.

 

If she continues talking in my ear like this, I’ll jump her right there in the middle of the hospital.

 

“I wasn’t, I swear”, I squeak.

 

Suddenly I hear Derek yell “mistletoe”.

I look up and see that we are standing under a branch of mistletoe.  Damn I really hate Christmas.

Other’s start yelling “mistletoe mistletoe” too.

 

“What do you say we give them something they’ll talk about next Christmas baby?”

 

She doesn’t await my answer as she crushes her lips on mine.  I open my mouth to let her tongue in.  We kiss passionately.  I even hear a moan escape my mouth.

Far away I hear cries like “Oh my god” and “I knew it”, and “Man that’s hot”.  But I don’t care.  After some time we break apart and we are both flustered.  I have no idea how I’m gonna continue the rest of my shift in the aroused state I’m in.

 

Later that night when we lay in bed after an exhausting round of mind blowing sex, I know that Christmas is now my favourite time of year. I look at Callie who’s wearing red stockings, red heels, a red boys short and a red bra with a Santa design.  I feel myself getting aroused again just by watching her sexy outfit. 

 

I straddle her and whisper in her ear: “You know, we can celebrate Christmas each week… That outfit is driving me crazy.”

 

“I told you I’d give you happy Christmas memories baby.”


Tags: callie/erica, fanfiction
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