fic: Tiny Drabble(s)... in the wine (1/?)
Title: In the Wine
Author: blackindiaink
Rating: G
Pairing: Callie/Arizona
Disclaimer: Characters are property of ABC Studios and Shonda Rhimes. No infringement is intended and no profit was made from these works.
Summary: A series of drabbles with three things in common: wine, Callie, and Arizona.
"Red or white?"
The question wasn't a hard one. A few years ago Callie might have had to think about it but her father had been right. As she got older she found that she much preferred the bold and staunch taste of a good rich red wine.
"Red," she said and then started to turn, only pausing when she noticed that the bartender was reaching for a Merlot, "The Malbec, please," she requested, using a nod to indicate the bottle that he had partially hidden behind a basket of bread.
She watched as he poured the heavy wine into a glass and reached out to take it from him. Once she had secured her liquid succor she reluctantly rejoined the crowd. Weddings were not her favorite kind of gathering, especially if she was a part of the wedding party. The pageantry was all well and good but it was the long hours of waiting and watching that really bugged her.
Yet, she had dutifully returned to her parents house to be the maid of honor in her sister's long awaited wedding. She shifted uncomfortably in the constraining dress she had been forced to shove herself into. Obviously, Aria's thinking had tended more toward fashion than comfort in the choice of her dresses, which was to be expected. Callie could deal with it, but she still itched to throw the dress to the floor of her bedroom and put on something more sensible, a nice pair of jeans and a t-shirt maybe. She steeled herself for the dubiously calculated two hours she had remaining. If she could make it that long she was sure she could slip away without being noticed.
She scanned the thick throng of people, hoping to find a friendly face. The music swelled at that moment and the dancers whirled past her, causing a gap that allowed her line of sight to fall upon a face that didn't really inspire friendly thoughts so much as lustful ones. She took a long sip of wine from her glass and after setting it down on a nearby table she set out to conquer the teeming crowd with a renewed bounce in her step
She pushed and prodded her way around the dance floor until she was positioned just behind her mother. Once there, she waited until her target had turned back to watch the festivities before approaching. She fancied herself a black ops agent sneaking up on and intended victim. Her dress hindered her movement slightly so she slowly placed one foot in front of the other, also making allowances for her very high heels.
"Calliope, I know you're there," a noble and matriarchal voice intoned.
Her head bowed and her shoulders slumped. She was caught in a very silly position, with one leg in front of the other and her back arched over. Disappointment lined her features as she gave up her pretense and stepped out of the shadows to join the two women at the table.
She had been this close to surprising her girlfriend. It had been her best chance and she had figured that since Arizona was out of her element that she might be more susceptible to her covert mission. Clearly, she had failed once again. Just like all the other times she had tried to sneak up on her freakishly sensitive and apparently psychic lady love. At least this time it had been her mother who had ruined the game.
"Busted," Arizona said, wearing a winning smile. She gestured to the chair beside her, "Care to join us?"
Seeing no other option than to admit defeat she nodded and sat, crossing her arms over her legs in one final protest. Almost instantaneously, she felt a firm grip wrap around her arm and knowing that Arizona was reaching out as a consolation made her surrender to the silent request. As soon as their hands were in entwined she turned to see her mother smiling at them lovingly. The trip was definitely worth the price of admission.
Author: blackindiaink
Rating: G
Pairing: Callie/Arizona
Disclaimer: Characters are property of ABC Studios and Shonda Rhimes. No infringement is intended and no profit was made from these works.
Summary: A series of drabbles with three things in common: wine, Callie, and Arizona.
"Red or white?"
The question wasn't a hard one. A few years ago Callie might have had to think about it but her father had been right. As she got older she found that she much preferred the bold and staunch taste of a good rich red wine.
"Red," she said and then started to turn, only pausing when she noticed that the bartender was reaching for a Merlot, "The Malbec, please," she requested, using a nod to indicate the bottle that he had partially hidden behind a basket of bread.
She watched as he poured the heavy wine into a glass and reached out to take it from him. Once she had secured her liquid succor she reluctantly rejoined the crowd. Weddings were not her favorite kind of gathering, especially if she was a part of the wedding party. The pageantry was all well and good but it was the long hours of waiting and watching that really bugged her.
Yet, she had dutifully returned to her parents house to be the maid of honor in her sister's long awaited wedding. She shifted uncomfortably in the constraining dress she had been forced to shove herself into. Obviously, Aria's thinking had tended more toward fashion than comfort in the choice of her dresses, which was to be expected. Callie could deal with it, but she still itched to throw the dress to the floor of her bedroom and put on something more sensible, a nice pair of jeans and a t-shirt maybe. She steeled herself for the dubiously calculated two hours she had remaining. If she could make it that long she was sure she could slip away without being noticed.
She scanned the thick throng of people, hoping to find a friendly face. The music swelled at that moment and the dancers whirled past her, causing a gap that allowed her line of sight to fall upon a face that didn't really inspire friendly thoughts so much as lustful ones. She took a long sip of wine from her glass and after setting it down on a nearby table she set out to conquer the teeming crowd with a renewed bounce in her step
She pushed and prodded her way around the dance floor until she was positioned just behind her mother. Once there, she waited until her target had turned back to watch the festivities before approaching. She fancied herself a black ops agent sneaking up on and intended victim. Her dress hindered her movement slightly so she slowly placed one foot in front of the other, also making allowances for her very high heels.
"Calliope, I know you're there," a noble and matriarchal voice intoned.
Her head bowed and her shoulders slumped. She was caught in a very silly position, with one leg in front of the other and her back arched over. Disappointment lined her features as she gave up her pretense and stepped out of the shadows to join the two women at the table.
She had been this close to surprising her girlfriend. It had been her best chance and she had figured that since Arizona was out of her element that she might be more susceptible to her covert mission. Clearly, she had failed once again. Just like all the other times she had tried to sneak up on her freakishly sensitive and apparently psychic lady love. At least this time it had been her mother who had ruined the game.
"Busted," Arizona said, wearing a winning smile. She gestured to the chair beside her, "Care to join us?"
Seeing no other option than to admit defeat she nodded and sat, crossing her arms over her legs in one final protest. Almost instantaneously, she felt a firm grip wrap around her arm and knowing that Arizona was reaching out as a consolation made her surrender to the silent request. As soon as their hands were in entwined she turned to see her mother smiling at them lovingly. The trip was definitely worth the price of admission.