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Title: Various Drabbles
Rating: NC 17 over all
Pairing: Callie/Arizona, Callie/Addison, Callie/Mark
Disclaimer: All characters, events, settings and situations mentioned in this work are sole property of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for profit, in constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context and are not intended to be defamatory or factual in anyway.
Summary: See title.
Notes: I owe someone an icon. I apologize for the delay but my Paintshop Pro is being a cunt. But I have a huge batch I'm going to post pretty soon.
okay, there are like two drabbles that aren't showing up, guys, LJ is fucking with me. I'll try to re-edit later.
1. Callie/Addison, Mark, _nigella_
"I am going to cream you..." Callie said through gritted teeth, tongue sticking out at the corner of her mouth as her fighter continued to kick the living daylights out of Mark's.
"Stop dirty talking. It's inappropriate." Mark grunted, pressing random buttons on his controller, elbowing Callie's side as a distraction tactic.
She squealed as he hit a particularly sensitive area near her ribcage and she pushed him with her shoulder, using all her body weight to shove him, "Stop it, fucker."
He laughed then, applying a particularly difficult choke hold on Callie's character, "Oh, fucker. Callie's a little sensitive. Callie can't take losing at her own game."
"Callie's going to murder you, is what's going to happen and you're going to be sorry."
"Except, not..." He replied smartly, quickly reaching over to try and knock the controller off her hands and failing.
"You're a bastard!" She shouted, waiting a few seconds before trying to do the same to him.
He laughed as he held the remote away, and it soon became a battle between the two to try and knock the other out of balance. She stood and he followed, reaching over to smack each other's controllers away, until Mark succeeded and caused Callie's character to die. She gasped dramatically and tried to swing at him, first with one, the other as Mark dodged her, laughing hysterically before surprising the hell out of her by bracing the back of her head with one hand and her waist with the other and pulling her roughly against him, thei lips clashing instantly.
Her first instinct was to pull away. This was not right. He was upset about Lexie and she had Arizona. But as she pulled back, she found herself being pulled back, her chest flush against his. Her only regret was that she didn't fight him long enough or hard enough before she gave in and kissed him back.
He breathed out roughly against her cheek, her lips parting instantly as their tongues dueled in a heated kiss that seemed to last forever. Her arms circled his neck, her finger delving into his short locks as he grabbed a handful of her mane and tugged slightly before he bit down on her bottom lip. She hissed before pressing her lips fully against his again, her body heating up instantly as her back arched and she was pulled impossibly closer until neither could breathe.
It was then that she tore away from him, her hands flat against his chest as she pulled back panting, pushing at him at the same time.
Their eyes met in question, lips parted. No one really knew how it had happened and no one really knew what to ask or say so they let themselves fall away slowly.
"Rematch?" Mark asked nervously.
"Yep." Callie replied quickly as they both picked up their perspective controllers and took their former places on the couch. They played in silence. Callie didn't notice Mark smirking like an idiot and mark didn't notice Callie blushing uncontrollably.
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4.Callie/Addison, kitchen, snoopythepooh
"Why couldn't we just order out?" Addison whined, tossing the napkin she had been toying with across the marble counter, then proceeding to prop her elbow on the counter, her chin resting on the heel of her palm as she pouted away, while Callie stirred something in a pot with her back to her. She wore an apron over her bathing suit and she smirked at the perfectly shaped cheeks that peaked out from under the black suit. She further admired the supple, firm thighs that followed and shapely calf muscles that flexed ever so lightly as her body shifted this way and that. She sighed longingly and added under her breath, "Oh, right, that's why."
"Stop staring at my ass, or we'll never eat. Go have a swim."
"We've been swimming all day!" She exclaimed as she looked down and realized her bathing suit was now drying. She sighed again, "Why don't you come over here for a second?" She inquired with a wide, toothy smile that went ignored.
"No."
"Hey, Cal?" She tried again.
"I think this can simmer now--" Callie mumbled to herself as she lowered the flame on the stove.
"Cal--" She insisted.
"Hmm?" She finally turned around and couldn't help but smile at the way Addison's hair curled naturally after being out in the water for hours. She also couldn't help but gawk at ample breasts nestled perfectly in the navy blue bikini top.
"I love you." Addison offered sheepishly, teeth flashing at Callie more than before as the younger woman moved around the counter and disposed of her apron quickly before stepping between Addison's legs as she swung them over to greet her face to face.
Callie leaned in close. Hands softly kneading Addison's legs, she started, "If I--" She said teasingly, her fingers sliding up to hook underneath the blue bikini to touch the silky skin it covered, "--get you off, will you shut up and let me finish?"
"If you let ME finish, I'll let YOU-oh-finish." She moaned as one nimble finger traced her slit slowly. One hand bracing the back of her head, she pulled Callie up to meet her lips in a deep kiss that was all tongues and teeth and she thrust her hips forward, moaning as Callie added a second finger to her ministrations and expertly curled up to hit that spot always made Addison lose all sense of herself. She clung to Callie's shoulder as she wrapped both legs around her waist and tore away from the kiss to groan against the crook of her lover's neck. Heat started to build in her belly and she cried out as Callie swiped the flat of her thumb over and around her clit, bringing her release in short, but intense waves.
She panted heavily against Callie and let out a soft grunt as she pulled her hand out from between her legs, smiling, sated, as the brunette dropped a haste kiss on her lips, "Now you can go cook."
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5. Callie/Addison, making up, marleykaren
The silence lingered between them long after the last insult had been shouted. It washed and bathed both women like barbecue sauce over a steaming steak on a grill in the middle of summer. Callie busied herself with chores, cleaning the dishes they had used earlier that morning.
Addison sat at the counter, eyes to the wall on her left, jaw set. Her body was stiff with tension. They had argued about exes before, but Arizona Robbins was a sensitive subject for Addison and this argument in particular had quickly evolved into a full blown fight.
There was the slightest sound of a sniffle and Addison resolve melted instantly. She sighed and turned towards Callie. All she could see was her back, but the distinct movement of her arm let her know she had just wiped some tears. She looked down at the counter and said guiltily, "I'm sorry."
Callie paused upon placing the last glass on the dish rack and shut off the faucet before replying, "I don't want to fight about her anymore." There was silence in return and before she could reply, thin arms circled her waist and she closed her eyes as she settled her weight against Addison's chest. There was a kiss on the side of her neck and she placed her hands over Addison's embracing arms. Her eyes still stung but the few tears that had escaped earlier were the last of it.
"I'm sorry." Addison repeated earnestly, pulling back slightly to press her lips to Callie's hair, taking a moment to breathe her in, "I'm just--paranoid."
"Well, stop it." Callie said softly before turning in Addison's arms. She reached up to touch her cheek and she made sure their eyes met before adding, "We're here now. The past is in the past and no one else matters. Okay?"
Addison groaned before leaning forward to press her forehead to Callie's, "I hate you for knowing just what to say ALL the time."
Callie laughed before stealing a kiss, "The sooner you learn I'm smarter than you, the better."
Addison giggled and proceeded to steal herself another kiss, "Shush, we're making up now." She ordered playfully as she backed Callie against the sink.
Callie sighed against the kiss, a chill running up and down her spine as their tongues touched and she moaned softly as Addison's hand slipped beneath her shirt to caress her stomach.
"You don't sleep on my couch anymore. You have a room. Use it!" Cristina ordered as she walked through the door and straight to the refrigerator.
The two women stopped for a only a second before continuing to make up, forcing Cristina to grumble her way into her own room
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6. Mark/Callie, chicken pox,prsweetie915
The mattress bounced and Callie's brow furrowed as she pouted, pulling and rearranging the comforter over her lap, all the while, glaring at Mark, who had taken the liberty of literally jumping on her bed without asking for permission.
"What do you want, Mark?" She half asked, half groaned as her best friend unceremoniously kicked off his shoes, and then proceeded to climb under the covers.
"Nothing." He replied innocently, scooting lower against the pillow, "I heard you were still poxed, so I took the day off. Are you still miserable?"
"Mmm--" She shrugged, eyeing him curiously, "--it's tolerable. You okay?"
"Yeah. Lexie slept with Alex."
She breathed slowly as he stared up at her ceiling. She really felt for him. She really FELT for him. A as a person. A reason why they're friendship was always on the borderline of something else. Something dangerous. But he was her best friend first, and it was her job to make her feel better, "Arizona lied about not having the chicken pox."
At this, Mark turned and stared back, confused, "Why?"
"Because chicken pox Callie isn’t sexy."
He snorted a laugh, "What a bitch."
"Hey!" She swatted his shoulder, "I don't badmouth little Grey, and don’t bad mouth Arizona.
"Badmouth her, I don't care anymore." Except he did and he didn't know what to do about it. The only thing that seemed to help any lately was spending time with Callie. And that was confusing him a little bit, but he didn't question it. He managed to move past it before. He could do it again. "And you're plenty sexy, even with a Connect the Dots all over your body. If anything, that makes you sexier."
"You want to rub up against me? I have an itch."
He smiled up at her brightly and nodded, "Is the pope catholic?"
She laughed and resumed her position as he settled behind her, rubbing her shoulder with his cheek, his hand on her hip, rubbing all too intimately, but neither said a word. No one said a thing either when the rubbing stopped and instead, Mark pulled Callie tightly against his chest, his arm securely around her waist.
And when he kissed her cheek, she passed it as a nothing more than a friendly gesture.
They also didn't think too much of falling asleep in that exact same position and dreading when they woke up two hours later and Mark had to go because Arizona was due home in ten minutes.
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7. Callie/Arizona, control, Anonymous
"...and then she says she doesn't want to color coordinate because it's dumb, and I'm like--uh--Bailey, it's cute! Kids like cute! And she's all, "the dang kids don't care what color--' and I'm like, 'but they do care what COLOR, Bailey, they DO care." Arizona spoke, to Callie, but really no one in particular. She sighed heavily, her shoulder slumping in defeat, "I just don't understand her sometimes."
Callie sat, submerged in her girlfriend's ratings, on the couch in her and Cristina's apartment, feet propped on the coffee table as the blonde talked animatingly, standing only a few feet away. It was amazing to Callie how important Halloween candy bags were to someone like her. It perplexed her profusely. And it was evident in her demeanor. Her forehead was creased in confusion and her lip twitched as the ranting continued. Glitter vs. confetti was what she picked up on, but it was all too fast--TOO fast.
"But then I won." Arizona concluded proudly, a smile lighting up her features.
Callie nodded and attempted to smile in reply, but she wasn't sure she succeeded, as Arizona was looking at her like she'd just grown a second head. This must have been what Arizona felt like when Callie went on a Spanish speaking frenzy.
"What?" Arizona asked, perplexed, "You don't think she was right, right? Colors MATTER, Calliope!"
"Colors matter!" Callie nodded, "Absolutely. I agree."
"Are you just saying that because I kind of--yelled?"
"Maybe, but I'm scared of you." She admitted, and then added guiltily at the look of shock on Arizona's face, "You're a little bit of a control freak."
"I am not!"
"Yes, you are. In everything."
"I'm scary? Like a monster?"
"Not that YOU'RE scary, per say. But you're finality to make everyone know you're the boss is...well, sexy for the most part--" She finished her sentence with a breathy giggle.
Arizona's eye brow shot up in amusement and a sly grin played on her lips, "Really?" She asked as she advanced on her and nodded towards her jeans, "Take 'em off."
Callie smirked back and crossed her arms over her chest, staring up defiantly, "You want them off, you take them off." But her resolve melted and her mouth went dry as Arizona kneeled before her hands moved slowly from her knees up along her thighs. Her legs parted instantly to allow the blonde room the fit herself between them.
"If I have to take them off--" Arizona purred, her nose grazing Callie's as she leaned in close, her stomach pressing against her crotch as she reached around to cup her behind and pull her closer to the edge of her seat. She smiled as she added against her ear, "--you're going to be sorry."
Callie shivered and her breathing became ragged all too quickly as a tongue darted out to lick her earlobe. A soft whimper escaped her throat and she barely managed a coherent sound as she said plainly, "Control freak."
Arizona pulled back slightly, smiled wickedly and didn't say a word as she readhed for the button of Callie's pants. Needless to say, by the time she was finished, neither was very sorry.
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8. Mark/Callie, the other woman, politicalfemme
His hands were wrapped around her waist so tightly; she could feel it in her soul. His breath so hot against her cotton tee shirt, she could feel it burning against her stomach. Tears threatenedd to fall over the edge of her eyes but she blinked before they could. Something within her caused a surge of rage and she reached down to push at his arms. Her fingers sunk into the leather of his jacket and for a second she thought of times when she loved the smell of leather because it reminded her of him.
She pushed at him a second time, with enough force to get him to oblige and she turned to move past him as she said flatly, "You're just saying that because Lexie hurt you. I'm not doing this with you. Not like this."
"Why does it matter why I'm saying it as long as I am, and I mean it?" He said sternly, now standing and watching her fidget around in the kitchen.
"Why now? Now when I'm happy?" She asked offhandedly, still not willing to meet his eyes.
"Who knows why these things happen, Callie, they just do." He joked.
She turned sharply then, ignoring the way he offered apologies as she countered back, "This isn't funny! This is my life, Mark! I've been trying so hard to be happy and it's finally easy!" Her voice broke.
"It was easy between us, Callie." He pleaded moving closer to stand across the counter from her, "It still is. I love you. I’m in love with you. And you're in love with me."
"Shut up."
"Callie--"
"And it's not easy. I--I love Arizona." She said softly, her eyes pleading with him to take it all back, "I love her so much."
"But you love me, too."
Silence.
"I'm not sensitive." He said after a beat, "But I'm sensitive enough for you. I always have been. I'm going to let you yell at me when you're frustrated because I know you won't mean it, and when you do, I'm going to yell back. And I'm going to hold you when you cry for as long as possible when you're heartbroken. And I'm going to tell you to shut up when you're ranting in Spanish because I don't understand you. And I'm not going to go away and call someone else to take care of you when you're sick. Because I'm in love with you. Always have been. Always will be. And you love me. You LOVE me." He insisted.
"I'm with Arizona."
"I'll wait." He cut her off quickly."I'm going to wait. I'll be the other woman until you realize I'm not going anywhere. You're going to realize that I may not be the best person out there, but I am the best person for you. For you, I'll be the best person."
The incentive lingered in the air, uninterrupted even as Cristina and Arizona walked in blabbering off to each other through greetings and hellos, eye contact broken only after questions about dinner were directed at Callie. A silent agreement was set between them that said they were both aware of the dangerous line they had just crossed.
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9. Callie/Arizona, going public, lovelikepbandj
Their eyes met from across the crowded dinner table. Arizona's smiled invitingly, while Callie, having caught the incentive in the blonde's glance, looked about her like people knew what they were up to.
Oh, Callie, you'd be a horrible poker player, Arizona thought with giggle and a shake of her head. She licked her lips and signaled to the left with her eyes.
Callie smiled and held her index finger up, signaling that Arizona should wait a full minute before following her. The brunette stood from the table, her departure going completely ignored by their rowdy friends, who were enthralled in a rousing game of Bullshit that both women had long since dropped out of.
Not five seconds after Callie had entered the bathroom across the hall from Meredith and Derek's bedroom, Arizona stumbled in, cheeks pink and breath labored. "Hi." She whispered quirkily.
Callie chuckled as arms were wrapped around her waist and open mouthed kisses were dropped on her neck and shoulder, "Did you RUN up here? I said wait one minute."
"It's not my fault you're a slow poke." She replied, her lips finding Callie's as she reached around and up to pull the zipper keeping her from bare skin. She splayed for palms over the warm skin of her back and smiled at the tiny grunt Callie offered as her behind hit the edge of the sink at the far end of the small room.
"What if we get caught?" Callie panted, secretly enjoying the risk, and smiling as the eager assaultent hunched the skirt of her dress up to mid thigh, just enough to r each underneath to pull her panties down and off her legs.
Arizona looked up, meeting Callie's hazy gaze as she tucked the blue pair of panties in her back pocket, then urged her to lift one leg and rest her weight against the sink. "Then it will be your fault for wearing that dress." She claimed her mouth again, their lips bruising at contact while her hand snaked between Callie's legs. Teasing her with the heel of her palm against, she was pleased to find her more than ready for her. She was even more pleased to hear the desperate moan urging her to continue. Hands reached for her belt and she used her free hand to push them away, using her mouth against all skin she could reach to let her know this was about her.
"Oh my god!" They heard Lexie stumble on her words and Arizona mentally cursed the younger woman as Callie pushed her hand out from under her dress and quickly reached back to zip herself up while Lexie stumbled against the door she had accidentally closed. "Why does this always happen to me?" Lexie mumbled, horrified as finally made her way out.
Callie laughed behind Arizona and she turned, brow creased, to face her girlfriend, "That girl needs to learn to knock."
Rating: NC 17 over all
Pairing: Callie/Arizona, Callie/Addison, Callie/Mark
Disclaimer: All characters, events, settings and situations mentioned in this work are sole property of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for profit, in constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context and are not intended to be defamatory or factual in anyway.
Summary: See title.
Notes: I owe someone an icon. I apologize for the delay but my Paintshop Pro is being a cunt. But I have a huge batch I'm going to post pretty soon.
okay, there are like two drabbles that aren't showing up, guys, LJ is fucking with me. I'll try to re-edit later.
1. Callie/Addison, Mark, _nigella_
"I am going to cream you..." Callie said through gritted teeth, tongue sticking out at the corner of her mouth as her fighter continued to kick the living daylights out of Mark's.
"Stop dirty talking. It's inappropriate." Mark grunted, pressing random buttons on his controller, elbowing Callie's side as a distraction tactic.
She squealed as he hit a particularly sensitive area near her ribcage and she pushed him with her shoulder, using all her body weight to shove him, "Stop it, fucker."
He laughed then, applying a particularly difficult choke hold on Callie's character, "Oh, fucker. Callie's a little sensitive. Callie can't take losing at her own game."
"Callie's going to murder you, is what's going to happen and you're going to be sorry."
"Except, not..." He replied smartly, quickly reaching over to try and knock the controller off her hands and failing.
"You're a bastard!" She shouted, waiting a few seconds before trying to do the same to him.
He laughed as he held the remote away, and it soon became a battle between the two to try and knock the other out of balance. She stood and he followed, reaching over to smack each other's controllers away, until Mark succeeded and caused Callie's character to die. She gasped dramatically and tried to swing at him, first with one, the other as Mark dodged her, laughing hysterically before surprising the hell out of her by bracing the back of her head with one hand and her waist with the other and pulling her roughly against him, thei lips clashing instantly.
Her first instinct was to pull away. This was not right. He was upset about Lexie and she had Arizona. But as she pulled back, she found herself being pulled back, her chest flush against his. Her only regret was that she didn't fight him long enough or hard enough before she gave in and kissed him back.
He breathed out roughly against her cheek, her lips parting instantly as their tongues dueled in a heated kiss that seemed to last forever. Her arms circled his neck, her finger delving into his short locks as he grabbed a handful of her mane and tugged slightly before he bit down on her bottom lip. She hissed before pressing her lips fully against his again, her body heating up instantly as her back arched and she was pulled impossibly closer until neither could breathe.
It was then that she tore away from him, her hands flat against his chest as she pulled back panting, pushing at him at the same time.
Their eyes met in question, lips parted. No one really knew how it had happened and no one really knew what to ask or say so they let themselves fall away slowly.
"Rematch?" Mark asked nervously.
"Yep." Callie replied quickly as they both picked up their perspective controllers and took their former places on the couch. They played in silence. Callie didn't notice Mark smirking like an idiot and mark didn't notice Callie blushing uncontrollably.
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4.Callie/Addison, kitchen, snoopythepooh
"Why couldn't we just order out?" Addison whined, tossing the napkin she had been toying with across the marble counter, then proceeding to prop her elbow on the counter, her chin resting on the heel of her palm as she pouted away, while Callie stirred something in a pot with her back to her. She wore an apron over her bathing suit and she smirked at the perfectly shaped cheeks that peaked out from under the black suit. She further admired the supple, firm thighs that followed and shapely calf muscles that flexed ever so lightly as her body shifted this way and that. She sighed longingly and added under her breath, "Oh, right, that's why."
"Stop staring at my ass, or we'll never eat. Go have a swim."
"We've been swimming all day!" She exclaimed as she looked down and realized her bathing suit was now drying. She sighed again, "Why don't you come over here for a second?" She inquired with a wide, toothy smile that went ignored.
"No."
"Hey, Cal?" She tried again.
"I think this can simmer now--" Callie mumbled to herself as she lowered the flame on the stove.
"Cal--" She insisted.
"Hmm?" She finally turned around and couldn't help but smile at the way Addison's hair curled naturally after being out in the water for hours. She also couldn't help but gawk at ample breasts nestled perfectly in the navy blue bikini top.
"I love you." Addison offered sheepishly, teeth flashing at Callie more than before as the younger woman moved around the counter and disposed of her apron quickly before stepping between Addison's legs as she swung them over to greet her face to face.
Callie leaned in close. Hands softly kneading Addison's legs, she started, "If I--" She said teasingly, her fingers sliding up to hook underneath the blue bikini to touch the silky skin it covered, "--get you off, will you shut up and let me finish?"
"If you let ME finish, I'll let YOU-oh-finish." She moaned as one nimble finger traced her slit slowly. One hand bracing the back of her head, she pulled Callie up to meet her lips in a deep kiss that was all tongues and teeth and she thrust her hips forward, moaning as Callie added a second finger to her ministrations and expertly curled up to hit that spot always made Addison lose all sense of herself. She clung to Callie's shoulder as she wrapped both legs around her waist and tore away from the kiss to groan against the crook of her lover's neck. Heat started to build in her belly and she cried out as Callie swiped the flat of her thumb over and around her clit, bringing her release in short, but intense waves.
She panted heavily against Callie and let out a soft grunt as she pulled her hand out from between her legs, smiling, sated, as the brunette dropped a haste kiss on her lips, "Now you can go cook."
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5. Callie/Addison, making up, marleykaren
The silence lingered between them long after the last insult had been shouted. It washed and bathed both women like barbecue sauce over a steaming steak on a grill in the middle of summer. Callie busied herself with chores, cleaning the dishes they had used earlier that morning.
Addison sat at the counter, eyes to the wall on her left, jaw set. Her body was stiff with tension. They had argued about exes before, but Arizona Robbins was a sensitive subject for Addison and this argument in particular had quickly evolved into a full blown fight.
There was the slightest sound of a sniffle and Addison resolve melted instantly. She sighed and turned towards Callie. All she could see was her back, but the distinct movement of her arm let her know she had just wiped some tears. She looked down at the counter and said guiltily, "I'm sorry."
Callie paused upon placing the last glass on the dish rack and shut off the faucet before replying, "I don't want to fight about her anymore." There was silence in return and before she could reply, thin arms circled her waist and she closed her eyes as she settled her weight against Addison's chest. There was a kiss on the side of her neck and she placed her hands over Addison's embracing arms. Her eyes still stung but the few tears that had escaped earlier were the last of it.
"I'm sorry." Addison repeated earnestly, pulling back slightly to press her lips to Callie's hair, taking a moment to breathe her in, "I'm just--paranoid."
"Well, stop it." Callie said softly before turning in Addison's arms. She reached up to touch her cheek and she made sure their eyes met before adding, "We're here now. The past is in the past and no one else matters. Okay?"
Addison groaned before leaning forward to press her forehead to Callie's, "I hate you for knowing just what to say ALL the time."
Callie laughed before stealing a kiss, "The sooner you learn I'm smarter than you, the better."
Addison giggled and proceeded to steal herself another kiss, "Shush, we're making up now." She ordered playfully as she backed Callie against the sink.
Callie sighed against the kiss, a chill running up and down her spine as their tongues touched and she moaned softly as Addison's hand slipped beneath her shirt to caress her stomach.
"You don't sleep on my couch anymore. You have a room. Use it!" Cristina ordered as she walked through the door and straight to the refrigerator.
The two women stopped for a only a second before continuing to make up, forcing Cristina to grumble her way into her own room
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6. Mark/Callie, chicken pox,prsweetie915
The mattress bounced and Callie's brow furrowed as she pouted, pulling and rearranging the comforter over her lap, all the while, glaring at Mark, who had taken the liberty of literally jumping on her bed without asking for permission.
"What do you want, Mark?" She half asked, half groaned as her best friend unceremoniously kicked off his shoes, and then proceeded to climb under the covers.
"Nothing." He replied innocently, scooting lower against the pillow, "I heard you were still poxed, so I took the day off. Are you still miserable?"
"Mmm--" She shrugged, eyeing him curiously, "--it's tolerable. You okay?"
"Yeah. Lexie slept with Alex."
She breathed slowly as he stared up at her ceiling. She really felt for him. She really FELT for him. A as a person. A reason why they're friendship was always on the borderline of something else. Something dangerous. But he was her best friend first, and it was her job to make her feel better, "Arizona lied about not having the chicken pox."
At this, Mark turned and stared back, confused, "Why?"
"Because chicken pox Callie isn’t sexy."
He snorted a laugh, "What a bitch."
"Hey!" She swatted his shoulder, "I don't badmouth little Grey, and don’t bad mouth Arizona.
"Badmouth her, I don't care anymore." Except he did and he didn't know what to do about it. The only thing that seemed to help any lately was spending time with Callie. And that was confusing him a little bit, but he didn't question it. He managed to move past it before. He could do it again. "And you're plenty sexy, even with a Connect the Dots all over your body. If anything, that makes you sexier."
"You want to rub up against me? I have an itch."
He smiled up at her brightly and nodded, "Is the pope catholic?"
She laughed and resumed her position as he settled behind her, rubbing her shoulder with his cheek, his hand on her hip, rubbing all too intimately, but neither said a word. No one said a thing either when the rubbing stopped and instead, Mark pulled Callie tightly against his chest, his arm securely around her waist.
And when he kissed her cheek, she passed it as a nothing more than a friendly gesture.
They also didn't think too much of falling asleep in that exact same position and dreading when they woke up two hours later and Mark had to go because Arizona was due home in ten minutes.
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7. Callie/Arizona, control, Anonymous
"...and then she says she doesn't want to color coordinate because it's dumb, and I'm like--uh--Bailey, it's cute! Kids like cute! And she's all, "the dang kids don't care what color--' and I'm like, 'but they do care what COLOR, Bailey, they DO care." Arizona spoke, to Callie, but really no one in particular. She sighed heavily, her shoulder slumping in defeat, "I just don't understand her sometimes."
Callie sat, submerged in her girlfriend's ratings, on the couch in her and Cristina's apartment, feet propped on the coffee table as the blonde talked animatingly, standing only a few feet away. It was amazing to Callie how important Halloween candy bags were to someone like her. It perplexed her profusely. And it was evident in her demeanor. Her forehead was creased in confusion and her lip twitched as the ranting continued. Glitter vs. confetti was what she picked up on, but it was all too fast--TOO fast.
"But then I won." Arizona concluded proudly, a smile lighting up her features.
Callie nodded and attempted to smile in reply, but she wasn't sure she succeeded, as Arizona was looking at her like she'd just grown a second head. This must have been what Arizona felt like when Callie went on a Spanish speaking frenzy.
"What?" Arizona asked, perplexed, "You don't think she was right, right? Colors MATTER, Calliope!"
"Colors matter!" Callie nodded, "Absolutely. I agree."
"Are you just saying that because I kind of--yelled?"
"Maybe, but I'm scared of you." She admitted, and then added guiltily at the look of shock on Arizona's face, "You're a little bit of a control freak."
"I am not!"
"Yes, you are. In everything."
"I'm scary? Like a monster?"
"Not that YOU'RE scary, per say. But you're finality to make everyone know you're the boss is...well, sexy for the most part--" She finished her sentence with a breathy giggle.
Arizona's eye brow shot up in amusement and a sly grin played on her lips, "Really?" She asked as she advanced on her and nodded towards her jeans, "Take 'em off."
Callie smirked back and crossed her arms over her chest, staring up defiantly, "You want them off, you take them off." But her resolve melted and her mouth went dry as Arizona kneeled before her hands moved slowly from her knees up along her thighs. Her legs parted instantly to allow the blonde room the fit herself between them.
"If I have to take them off--" Arizona purred, her nose grazing Callie's as she leaned in close, her stomach pressing against her crotch as she reached around to cup her behind and pull her closer to the edge of her seat. She smiled as she added against her ear, "--you're going to be sorry."
Callie shivered and her breathing became ragged all too quickly as a tongue darted out to lick her earlobe. A soft whimper escaped her throat and she barely managed a coherent sound as she said plainly, "Control freak."
Arizona pulled back slightly, smiled wickedly and didn't say a word as she readhed for the button of Callie's pants. Needless to say, by the time she was finished, neither was very sorry.
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8. Mark/Callie, the other woman, politicalfemme
His hands were wrapped around her waist so tightly; she could feel it in her soul. His breath so hot against her cotton tee shirt, she could feel it burning against her stomach. Tears threatenedd to fall over the edge of her eyes but she blinked before they could. Something within her caused a surge of rage and she reached down to push at his arms. Her fingers sunk into the leather of his jacket and for a second she thought of times when she loved the smell of leather because it reminded her of him.
She pushed at him a second time, with enough force to get him to oblige and she turned to move past him as she said flatly, "You're just saying that because Lexie hurt you. I'm not doing this with you. Not like this."
"Why does it matter why I'm saying it as long as I am, and I mean it?" He said sternly, now standing and watching her fidget around in the kitchen.
"Why now? Now when I'm happy?" She asked offhandedly, still not willing to meet his eyes.
"Who knows why these things happen, Callie, they just do." He joked.
She turned sharply then, ignoring the way he offered apologies as she countered back, "This isn't funny! This is my life, Mark! I've been trying so hard to be happy and it's finally easy!" Her voice broke.
"It was easy between us, Callie." He pleaded moving closer to stand across the counter from her, "It still is. I love you. I’m in love with you. And you're in love with me."
"Shut up."
"Callie--"
"And it's not easy. I--I love Arizona." She said softly, her eyes pleading with him to take it all back, "I love her so much."
"But you love me, too."
Silence.
"I'm not sensitive." He said after a beat, "But I'm sensitive enough for you. I always have been. I'm going to let you yell at me when you're frustrated because I know you won't mean it, and when you do, I'm going to yell back. And I'm going to hold you when you cry for as long as possible when you're heartbroken. And I'm going to tell you to shut up when you're ranting in Spanish because I don't understand you. And I'm not going to go away and call someone else to take care of you when you're sick. Because I'm in love with you. Always have been. Always will be. And you love me. You LOVE me." He insisted.
"I'm with Arizona."
"I'll wait." He cut her off quickly."I'm going to wait. I'll be the other woman until you realize I'm not going anywhere. You're going to realize that I may not be the best person out there, but I am the best person for you. For you, I'll be the best person."
The incentive lingered in the air, uninterrupted even as Cristina and Arizona walked in blabbering off to each other through greetings and hellos, eye contact broken only after questions about dinner were directed at Callie. A silent agreement was set between them that said they were both aware of the dangerous line they had just crossed.
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9. Callie/Arizona, going public, lovelikepbandj
Their eyes met from across the crowded dinner table. Arizona's smiled invitingly, while Callie, having caught the incentive in the blonde's glance, looked about her like people knew what they were up to.
Oh, Callie, you'd be a horrible poker player, Arizona thought with giggle and a shake of her head. She licked her lips and signaled to the left with her eyes.
Callie smiled and held her index finger up, signaling that Arizona should wait a full minute before following her. The brunette stood from the table, her departure going completely ignored by their rowdy friends, who were enthralled in a rousing game of Bullshit that both women had long since dropped out of.
Not five seconds after Callie had entered the bathroom across the hall from Meredith and Derek's bedroom, Arizona stumbled in, cheeks pink and breath labored. "Hi." She whispered quirkily.
Callie chuckled as arms were wrapped around her waist and open mouthed kisses were dropped on her neck and shoulder, "Did you RUN up here? I said wait one minute."
"It's not my fault you're a slow poke." She replied, her lips finding Callie's as she reached around and up to pull the zipper keeping her from bare skin. She splayed for palms over the warm skin of her back and smiled at the tiny grunt Callie offered as her behind hit the edge of the sink at the far end of the small room.
"What if we get caught?" Callie panted, secretly enjoying the risk, and smiling as the eager assaultent hunched the skirt of her dress up to mid thigh, just enough to r each underneath to pull her panties down and off her legs.
Arizona looked up, meeting Callie's hazy gaze as she tucked the blue pair of panties in her back pocket, then urged her to lift one leg and rest her weight against the sink. "Then it will be your fault for wearing that dress." She claimed her mouth again, their lips bruising at contact while her hand snaked between Callie's legs. Teasing her with the heel of her palm against, she was pleased to find her more than ready for her. She was even more pleased to hear the desperate moan urging her to continue. Hands reached for her belt and she used her free hand to push them away, using her mouth against all skin she could reach to let her know this was about her.
"Oh my god!" They heard Lexie stumble on her words and Arizona mentally cursed the younger woman as Callie pushed her hand out from under her dress and quickly reached back to zip herself up while Lexie stumbled against the door she had accidentally closed. "Why does this always happen to me?" Lexie mumbled, horrified as finally made her way out.
Callie laughed behind Arizona and she turned, brow creased, to face her girlfriend, "That girl needs to learn to knock."