Keep on Keepin' on
Keep on Keepin' on
Chapter 2- Wasted Roomies and Marvin Gaye
Callie/Arizona
Standard Disclaimer: Don't own, Don't profit
Summary- The First date was a slam dunk, will the second one be as good
Unbetad, all spelling/grammar goofs are my own
A/N- Can I just say that the only relationship I like more than Cal/Az is Cal/Yang...in a completely platonic form. Hence why I think Cristina has appeared in every one of my fics. Yeah that's really all I have to say this time. Enjoy!!
A/N 2- I lied, one more thing. The spelling in this ch is disgusting. I write in notepad (which doesn't have spcheck) and using spell check on lj is, quite frankly, ridiculous. So, just know that I'm aware of the horrible-ness, I'm just too lazy to fix it right now :]
Callie-----
"Did you get some tonight?" I jerk my head around to the back seat where an obnoxiously drunk Cristina sits. We had been driving in silence for the last few minutes and so not only did her question startle me, the content of the question surprised me.
"Excuse me?"
"You have a stupid grin on your face like you got lucky." She explains, slurring heavily.
"Umm, no Cristina. No action for me tonight."
She grunts out a laugh, "Peds still hasn't put out?"
I slam on the brakes and pull over to the curb. Spinning around I see Cristina pushing her hair out of her eyes from the abrupt halt we just came to. "First off, you do not get to talk about Arizona that way. She's not just some girl I'm trying hump and dump. She's different, special. So you don't get to be an ass to her. And secondly," My angry rant is interrupted as she flings her body out of her door and vomits all over the pavement. "You aren't going to remember this anyways." I mumble to myself before circling the car to help her. I jump back as another wave of fluid comes crashing out.
After several more heaves, I'm just amazed by the sheer volume of liquid that she had consumed. She finally runs out of energy and slumps back into the back seat and abruptly passes out. I shuffle her legs into the door, careful not to step in the alarmingly large puddle. I steer us back to our apartment and somehow manage to wrestle her sagging body upstairs and into her room. She's clearly out for the count so I unlace her shoes and untangle her from her jacket. She speaks and the sound of her slurred, muffled speach startles me.
"I'm not trying to hate on Robbins. She's hot. Just saying you should hit that. You deserve it."
Her eyes are closed so she misses the appreciative grin I wear on my face as I back out of her room. I enter the silent, sober paradise of my room and prepare for bed. As I climb under the covers, I can't help but think about Cristina's words. Just the thought of "hitting that", as she so graciously described it, has my temperature rising slightly. I fall asleep thinking very dirty, innapropiate thoughts.
* * *
The next morning as I pour myself a cup of coffee, I hear her door open and look up to see the shipwreck that is my room mate.
"What. The. Hell. Happened." She asks one word at a time, as though each syllable was physically painful to create. Her feet drag against the hardwood as she shuffles over to the counter and plops down onto one of the stool. "I feel like I was hit by a bus." She explains and lays her head down onto the cool tiles.
I fill a glass of water and dump out two aspirin onto the counter next to her head. She chokes back the pills and chugs the water in one go. "What happened is that you were wasted. But not normal person wasted, like I-hate-my-life-my-boyfriend-broke-up-with-me-I-gained-five-pounds-and-my-dog-died wasted. It was ridiculous, and borderline impressive." I inform her between sips of my coffee.
"From the throbbing in my skull, I'm not doubting a word of that."
I laugh at her misery and the booming sound has her wincing and covering her eyes. "Too loud." She states stearnly.
"Sorry. While I know you didn't gain weight, you don't have a dog to mourn, and you're too preoccupied to hate your life, you might have a boyfriend to worry about now." I gently warn her.
"Owen? Why?" Her head is burried in her arms against the counter again.
"Well when I got there you were all over some navy guy. And I mean," I circle my hands over the expanse of my torso and briefly lower to really paint the picture, "Allll over."
"Yeah, I remember now. Anthony."
I'm surprised that she's recalling this much. "You remembered his name?" I ask astonished.
She simply raises her left hand to show sloppy handwriting and a series of numbers below it. "Anthony. 775-2561. I still got game." Leave it to Cristina to somehow find a joke in her whole scenario. Suddenly her head jerks up from the counter, the action causes her to wobble slightly and grasp at the bar to stabilize herself.
I watch her with a hint of a smile. "Ya ok?" I ask out of courtesy. The pain she's in is too funny for me to really sympathize with her, she did it to herself.
"Speaking of game. You had the I-just-got-busy smile on when you picked me up!" She triumphantly exclaims, clearly proud that she was picking up flickers of memory from the previous night. "You and Robbins?" She asks, leaving the exact question up for interpretation.
"No Cristina, Arizona and I haven't gone there yet." I give her a look that she understands and just nods her head.
Raising her hands in front of herself in a sign of backing off she attempts to laugh, instead a heavy wheeze is formed. She clears her throat heavily before speaking, "Alright I get it. Drop it." She slowly stands from the chair and heads back to bed. I think I've seen the last of her for the morning when she pops her head back out her door.
"Thanks for last night Cal. And if you repeat this I'll deny it and then kick your ass but..." She pauses and takes a deep breath. She rolls her eyes and finally continues, "You deserve her Callie. I hope you two work and you're not just a 'hump and dump' for her either." She smiles and nods at my slack jaw, my face clearly showing the amount of shock I feel from her not only being apparently sensitive, but remembering my words from last night. "Plus she's hot." And with that final, more in character statement she closes her door.
Arizona-----
I check my watch, 6:45. I had sped through rounds in the hope that I could earn a few extra minutes to get ready for tonight. The locker room is empty when I enter it and head for my cubby. I don't have enough time for a shower so I just head to the sink to wash my face and brush my teeth. I'm back at my locker in the midst of changing my shirt when I hear the door open. Seeing as it's a locker room, I don't pay much attention to the fact that I'm standing there half naked. That is, until a certain orthopedic surgeon rounds the corner and comes screeching to a halt. Her eyes look like they're about to fall out of her head and her mouth is hanging open just a little. I say a silent thank you to god that I am wearing a cute bra and not some beige piece of garbage. Her eyes are still roaming my body hungrily and I decide to break her from her observation. "Hello? Is anybody home?" I wave a hand back and forth in front of her eyes. She snaps back to reality and meets my eyes.
"Oh my gosh, hi. Umm sorry about that. You just kind of startled me. I umm, didn't expect you to be in here yet." Her eyes keep darting back to my chest throughout her apology and I can't help but be amused.
"Yeah I finished a little early." I'm still standing there in just my scrub pants and bra and decide to have a little fun teasing her. Instead of putting a shirt on I reach down to untie my pants and slide them down my legs so I'm bare except for my underwear. I say another silent thank you to god that I had not only worn a cute bra, but the matching panties. With all the gratitude I've been giving god lately my clout must be gaining strength. But when I look up and see the expression on her face, I would bet that the thoughts in her head are dirty enough to be sending both of us to hell. Just as I'm reaching into my cubby to grab my shirt I feel her strong hands grab my hips and spin me around.
The cool steel of the locker meets my back as she pins me against them. Her lips crash onto mine and her tongue immediately seeks entrance into mine. My fingers tangle in her hair and her hands hold me roughly around my waist. Her breathing is quick and ragged as she slides her tongue along my own. An unexpected moan leaves my mouth and the sound is reciprocated by a similar noise from her. Her lips abandon mine and seek out my neck. "That is so unfair." She breaths against my pulse point.
"What?" Is all I can manage to sigh as her kisses journey lower to the dip above my collarbone.
"This" Her hands reach down to grab two handfuls of my ass and my body shudders involuntarily at the rough contact. Her mouth returns to mine and the kiss is instantly quick and needy. Just as her hands start climbing up my stomach, I hear a throat being cleared.
She jolts away from me and spins to block my nearly naked body from the unexpected guest. I cover my mouth with my hand to muffle my gasp and I'm torn between being mortified or laughing. "Torres...Robbins." The visitor greets us formally. Since I was cowering behind Callie I hadn't seen who had entered the room, but upon hearing that voice, any thought of laughing disappears. I'm now officially too horrified and embarrassed to speak, but somehow Callie manages to.
"H-hey Miranda. How's your evening?" I shake my head that she's actually engaging in small talk.
"Well clearly not as exciting as yours, but I suppose I can't complain." My face is buried in my hands but I hear shuffling and a locker being opened, items being moved, a locker being closed, and finally footsteps toward the door. "See you tomorrow Torres. Robbins?"
Seeing as its Bailey, I don't really have an option to ignore her. "Yes Bailey?"
I hear a gentle chuckling before she speaks. "Put some damn clothes on. This is a hospital, not a damn sorority house."
"Of course ma'am, er Miran-Bailey!" I stutter out and begin to feverishly throw clothes on.
"Goodnight ladies." And with that she leaves the lounge.
I finish pulling my shirt over my head and as my eyes emerge from the neckline, I'm met by a smiling Calliope Torres. "Please tell me I imagined that." I groan.
"Nope, that definitely just happened. Miranda Bailey just caught me feeling you up in just your bra and panties."
"Annnndd...you're laughing why?"
"Because Bailey just caught me feeling you up in just your bra and panties. Miranda. Bailey." She says slowly to really drive the point home.
"Ok I get it. Can we go please?" I ask, she can find it funny all she wants, I'm the one who was practically naked.
"Yeah come on." She holds out her hand to me and I slam my locker shut and lace our fingers together.
We're stepping onto the elevator and just as the doors begin to shut a winded Cristina Yang comes barreling into the small space. She straightens up immediately upon noticing the only other two occupants and reaches across to press her floor. She's standing on the other side of Callie but I can still hear her when she starts to sing under her breath.
"Baby, I'm hot just like an oven, I need some lovin'
and baby, I can't hold it much longer
It's getting stronger and stronger.
And when I get that feeling, I want se-"
From the corner of my eye I see Callie pull back and punch her in the arm so hard she staggers into the wall beside her. I have to use all my strength not to laugh at the interaction. "Jesus Callie! Don't take it out on me!" And with that the doors slide open and Callie pulls me into the lobby and out into the cool Seattle air.
She puts her arm around my shoulders and I wrap mine around her waist, marveling at how easily we fit together. I have to keep reminding myself that this is only going to be our second date. "So, where are you taking me?"
She pulls me closer into her side, "Back to my place."
"Well, someone is sure of themselves." I tease.
"I was planning on making you dinner, Arizona. Get your mind out of the gutter." She nudges me with her hip and giggles into my hair where she presses her lips to my scalp.
"Alright then." We continue walking together across the street to her building. I keep thinking about the previous incident in the elevator and I just can't help my self. I start murmuring quietly, "And when I get that feeling, I need sexual healing. Get up, get up, get up, let's make love tonight." And I can't even finish that verse without bursting out with laughter.
"Oh jesus, not you too." She groans, and drags me the rest of the way to her door.