The Mech and the 'Billy (Ch. 3)
Title: The Mech and the 'Billy
Author: clanket
Pairing: Callie/Arizona
Rating: T
Summary: A/U. Callie and Arizona meet in a dive bar and hit it off.
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.
Ch. 3
The bar had all but emptied, excepting Callie’s friends sitting in a booth next to the stage and a few other stragglers finishing off their last drinks of the night.
“Hey, Arizona,” a man called from the entrance, “we’re almost all set,” he finished when Arizona had turned to him. She nodded her assent then turned back to Callie.
“That’s my cue,” she told Callie. “I guess the boys are done packing up their gear,” she continued, feeling somewhat sad at the prospect of having to leave Callie.
“Sure, I’ll walk you out.”
Callie pushed herself off the bar, zipped up her jacket and grabbed her helmet.
“You didn’t bring a jacket with you?” she asked Arizona.
“I did but I left it in the van. It was pretty warm when we got here to set up,” she explained.
Callie nodded and ushered her toward the front door by placing her free hand on the small of Arizona’s back.
Upon noticing the light touch, Arizona instinctively leaned into Callie as they continued on their way out the bar. Once outside Callie saw that Arizona’s band members were still trying to fit the last of their amps and drums into the van.
“Whoa, your van looks pretty full,” Callie remarked with raised brows.
“Yeah but that’s the life of a struggling artist,” Arizona retorted with a goofy smile. She crossed her arms in front of her chest in an attempt to ward off the chill of the night.
Callie noticed the gesture and unzipped her jacket. Opening the lapels she said, “come here.”
Arizona complied without complaint, pulling her arms up in front of her so that they were between their bodies and pressed herself into Callie’s torso in an attempt to steal whatever warmth she could. Callie wrapped her arms around the petit frame in front of her, letting her helmet rest against Arizona’s lower back.
“Better?” she asked.
“Much,” the blond said, smiling up at Callie. “But you realise that most people would’ve just given up their jacket, right” she teased.
“Well I guess I’m not like most people, either,” Callie replied. “Besides, I prefer this way.”
Callie smiled back at Arizona, revelling in the peaceful moment.
“You know, I could always give you a ride home,” Callie suggested with a shrug. “I mean, I know how great being stuck in a packed van with three sweaty and two slightly inebriated guys can be,” Callie explained with a chuckle then ducked her head closer to the blondes ear, “but I think that you might enjoy having your legs wrapped around me more.”
Callie felt the body in her arms tense and heard a gasp very near her ear at the same time. Pleased with the reaction, she pulled back to look at Arizona’s face. She had on an expression very similar to the one she’d displayed in the bar when Callie was forced to order drinks on her behalf.
A moment later Arizona had composed herself enough to formulate a response.
“Well, as enticing as that is, I’m really not too sure I could keep myself upright long enough to get anywhere after the amount of drinks you bought me,” Arizona said looking up at Callie accusingly through her lashes.
“Besides this dress wasn’t exactly made for cruising on a motorcycle,” she joked.
Callie smiled then turned away from the blond momentarily when she heard her friends talking quietly behind her. When Callie returned her attention to Arizona, the girl continued.
“But I would definitely take a rain check. Don't be afraid to use that number,” she finished, referring to her phone number on Callie’s hand.
“Just so I can prepare for it,” Callie started with a teasing lilt, “should I always expect to see you decked out in rockabilly gear? Or is this like a special outfit for your shows?”
“I guess you’ll just have to wait and see,” Arizona flirted. She turned her head to look toward the van behind her when she heard the sound of the trunk slam.
“I’ve gotta go, the sweaty inebriated guys await,” she said with a grin.
Callie smiled then reluctantly removed her arms from the blonde’s waist, letting them drop back to her sides. With a quick wave Arizona said her goodbyes to Callie’s friends and disappeared behind the van’s sliding door. Callie watched on as the white vehicle peeled out of the parking lot then took a few steps backward to join her friends.
“Looks like you ladies were getting along,” Mark said with a dirty smirk. Callie wanted to be mad at him but she was just too happy that she’d gotten the captivating woman’s phone number.
“What did you guys even talk about for so long?” Teddy inquired. “I mean we always got along well as kids but it’s been ten years and even I couldn’t find that many things to ask her.”
Callie shrugged, the smile still pasted on her face.
“I didn’t really have to find things to ask her about. We just talked about whatever came up naturally.”
“Does this mean we’re going to get into their shows for free from now on?”
“Cristina, their show was free; the five dollars was a cover charge to get into the bar,” Callie retorted.
“Whatever, bars shouldn’t be charging me anything considering I clean them out of all their tequila,” Cristina slurred.
Callie let out a chuckle at the all too true statement. She turned to Teddy.
“Do you think you can handle the winos on your own tonight?”
“Yeah, I’ve got them. I’ll just keep them at my place for the night to make sure they’re up in time for work in the morning. You can go ahead.”
By the time Teddy finished, Callie had already retrieved her gloves from the depths of her helmet and placed them over her hands. She nodded in understanding at her designer and shoved her head through the bottom of her helmet and proceeded to secure the chin strap. After a quick round of hugs she turned toward the parking lot and made her way toward her bike. It was easy to spot in the now bereft space; not that it would have been that easy to miss the practically glowing Kawasaki green accents.
Callie threw her leg over the bike and rested her weight on the seat, relishing in the knowledge of the power that existed between her legs. She put the key in the ignition and turned it then pulled in the clutch with her left hand and pushed the starter with her right thumb. She revved the engine slightly to help it warm up. Once she ensured she was in neutral, Callie released the clutch and sat back once more. She zipped up her jacket, the anticipation of the ride building in her like it did every time the prospect of tearing the throttle open presented itself. She smiled behind her helmet.
Once Callie was satisfied that her gear was properly done up and the engine had warmed enough, she lowered the visor on her helmet then leaned forward into the aggressive riding position afforded by the speed demon, pulled in the clutch and stepped onto the shift lever to get into gear. Slowly releasing the clutch and simultaneously turning the throttle, Callie surged forward on the bike and pulled her feet up onto the pegs.
With thoughts of Arizona playing in her mind, Callie wound through the mostly empty streets of Sacramento to her home, leaning into each corner a little harder than she normally would. This was definitely going to be an exciting new adventure.
Next Chapter
Author: clanket
Pairing: Callie/Arizona
Rating: T
Summary: A/U. Callie and Arizona meet in a dive bar and hit it off.
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.
Ch. 3
The bar had all but emptied, excepting Callie’s friends sitting in a booth next to the stage and a few other stragglers finishing off their last drinks of the night.
“Hey, Arizona,” a man called from the entrance, “we’re almost all set,” he finished when Arizona had turned to him. She nodded her assent then turned back to Callie.
“That’s my cue,” she told Callie. “I guess the boys are done packing up their gear,” she continued, feeling somewhat sad at the prospect of having to leave Callie.
“Sure, I’ll walk you out.”
Callie pushed herself off the bar, zipped up her jacket and grabbed her helmet.
“You didn’t bring a jacket with you?” she asked Arizona.
“I did but I left it in the van. It was pretty warm when we got here to set up,” she explained.
Callie nodded and ushered her toward the front door by placing her free hand on the small of Arizona’s back.
Upon noticing the light touch, Arizona instinctively leaned into Callie as they continued on their way out the bar. Once outside Callie saw that Arizona’s band members were still trying to fit the last of their amps and drums into the van.
“Whoa, your van looks pretty full,” Callie remarked with raised brows.
“Yeah but that’s the life of a struggling artist,” Arizona retorted with a goofy smile. She crossed her arms in front of her chest in an attempt to ward off the chill of the night.
Callie noticed the gesture and unzipped her jacket. Opening the lapels she said, “come here.”
Arizona complied without complaint, pulling her arms up in front of her so that they were between their bodies and pressed herself into Callie’s torso in an attempt to steal whatever warmth she could. Callie wrapped her arms around the petit frame in front of her, letting her helmet rest against Arizona’s lower back.
“Better?” she asked.
“Much,” the blond said, smiling up at Callie. “But you realise that most people would’ve just given up their jacket, right” she teased.
“Well I guess I’m not like most people, either,” Callie replied. “Besides, I prefer this way.”
Callie smiled back at Arizona, revelling in the peaceful moment.
“You know, I could always give you a ride home,” Callie suggested with a shrug. “I mean, I know how great being stuck in a packed van with three sweaty and two slightly inebriated guys can be,” Callie explained with a chuckle then ducked her head closer to the blondes ear, “but I think that you might enjoy having your legs wrapped around me more.”
Callie felt the body in her arms tense and heard a gasp very near her ear at the same time. Pleased with the reaction, she pulled back to look at Arizona’s face. She had on an expression very similar to the one she’d displayed in the bar when Callie was forced to order drinks on her behalf.
A moment later Arizona had composed herself enough to formulate a response.
“Well, as enticing as that is, I’m really not too sure I could keep myself upright long enough to get anywhere after the amount of drinks you bought me,” Arizona said looking up at Callie accusingly through her lashes.
“Besides this dress wasn’t exactly made for cruising on a motorcycle,” she joked.
Callie smiled then turned away from the blond momentarily when she heard her friends talking quietly behind her. When Callie returned her attention to Arizona, the girl continued.
“But I would definitely take a rain check. Don't be afraid to use that number,” she finished, referring to her phone number on Callie’s hand.
“Just so I can prepare for it,” Callie started with a teasing lilt, “should I always expect to see you decked out in rockabilly gear? Or is this like a special outfit for your shows?”
“I guess you’ll just have to wait and see,” Arizona flirted. She turned her head to look toward the van behind her when she heard the sound of the trunk slam.
“I’ve gotta go, the sweaty inebriated guys await,” she said with a grin.
Callie smiled then reluctantly removed her arms from the blonde’s waist, letting them drop back to her sides. With a quick wave Arizona said her goodbyes to Callie’s friends and disappeared behind the van’s sliding door. Callie watched on as the white vehicle peeled out of the parking lot then took a few steps backward to join her friends.
“Looks like you ladies were getting along,” Mark said with a dirty smirk. Callie wanted to be mad at him but she was just too happy that she’d gotten the captivating woman’s phone number.
“What did you guys even talk about for so long?” Teddy inquired. “I mean we always got along well as kids but it’s been ten years and even I couldn’t find that many things to ask her.”
Callie shrugged, the smile still pasted on her face.
“I didn’t really have to find things to ask her about. We just talked about whatever came up naturally.”
“Does this mean we’re going to get into their shows for free from now on?”
“Cristina, their show was free; the five dollars was a cover charge to get into the bar,” Callie retorted.
“Whatever, bars shouldn’t be charging me anything considering I clean them out of all their tequila,” Cristina slurred.
Callie let out a chuckle at the all too true statement. She turned to Teddy.
“Do you think you can handle the winos on your own tonight?”
“Yeah, I’ve got them. I’ll just keep them at my place for the night to make sure they’re up in time for work in the morning. You can go ahead.”
By the time Teddy finished, Callie had already retrieved her gloves from the depths of her helmet and placed them over her hands. She nodded in understanding at her designer and shoved her head through the bottom of her helmet and proceeded to secure the chin strap. After a quick round of hugs she turned toward the parking lot and made her way toward her bike. It was easy to spot in the now bereft space; not that it would have been that easy to miss the practically glowing Kawasaki green accents.
Callie threw her leg over the bike and rested her weight on the seat, relishing in the knowledge of the power that existed between her legs. She put the key in the ignition and turned it then pulled in the clutch with her left hand and pushed the starter with her right thumb. She revved the engine slightly to help it warm up. Once she ensured she was in neutral, Callie released the clutch and sat back once more. She zipped up her jacket, the anticipation of the ride building in her like it did every time the prospect of tearing the throttle open presented itself. She smiled behind her helmet.
Once Callie was satisfied that her gear was properly done up and the engine had warmed enough, she lowered the visor on her helmet then leaned forward into the aggressive riding position afforded by the speed demon, pulled in the clutch and stepped onto the shift lever to get into gear. Slowly releasing the clutch and simultaneously turning the throttle, Callie surged forward on the bike and pulled her feet up onto the pegs.
With thoughts of Arizona playing in her mind, Callie wound through the mostly empty streets of Sacramento to her home, leaning into each corner a little harder than she normally would. This was definitely going to be an exciting new adventure.
Next Chapter