Fanfic: Made For You (9/10)
Title: Made For You (9/10)
Author: elpmas03
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Callie/Arizona
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Summary: And here we are…the end. Sorry it took so long, I just started a new job and am trying to juggle that with school so it’s been a little busy lately. Thank you all for being patient and for reading this! It’s probably been my favorite fic to write and I hope everyone likes the way it ended. I know this part is a little short, but I didn't want it to be overly done, if that makes sense? There will be another part, the epilogue, so that will hopefully be up soon. I hope everyone gets the ending they wanted!
Callie
I can’t believe I took Christina’s advice for once. And I can’t believe that Christina’s advice is somehow…working. As I sit here on the cool basement floor, watching a rush of air occasionally burst through the ground vent, I can’t bring myself to stand on it for some reason. When my roommate first told me about the idea of standing on top of an air vent…in the hospital basement…and how it would make me feel better…I thought she was on crack. My hesitation eventually garnered a long-winded explanation about how it somehow helped; that it was like the feeling you got after your very first surgery was successfully complete-liberating, cleansing, rejuvenating.
And now here I am. I’ve been sitting here for at least a few hours and although it scared the hell out of me the first time, watching the air violently rise from the vent is somehow soothing. I can feel the stray wind dance across my face every few minutes and I can honestly say, Christina was right…I feel content. Like nothing else exists outside of this tiny, cramped room and the only thing that matters is feeling that cool burst of air wash over my body from time to time. For the first time in a while, I’m smiling. I’m smiling. I’m smiling because even if I don’t get what I want, I know I did what I could to make it happen and in the end…I believe in Arizona to make the right choice for both of us.
As my lips stretch wide and I start to feel that fluttering in my stomach from the thought of her, I lift myself from the ground and adjust my scrub top while I stare at the metal grate in front of me.
“This is so stupid,” I whisper to myself before letting out a deep and uneasy exhale and stepping onto the square vent.
I giggle quietly when I realize that I’m scanning the area around me as if someone will see me. I stand patiently for a few awkward minutes, shifting my weight between my feet and before long my heart beat starts to pound in anticipation. I don’t know when it’s coming or what it will feel like or how to react and it’s pumping the adrenaline through my body for me. I can feel my pulse quickening and my breathing getting more and more ragged by the second until-
Pssssshhhhhhh.
I lose my breath the second the air bursts around me and the cool, soothing sensation washes over my body. My dark hair is floating around me, my scrubs are puffed out and rippling around my skin, and goose bumps are now leaving a trail over my slightly exposed forearms. After a few seconds and the shock waves of feeling subside, I tilt my head back so I’m looking up at the ceiling and close my eyes. I concentrate on my breathing-inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale, inhale-
“Am I too late?”
Her voice sounds comes out in barely a whisper through the noisy air surrounding me, but I’d know that voice anywhere.
‘-exhale….exhale, Callie!’
I blink a few times, making sure she’s really standing in front of me before exhaling the air I sucked back the moment I heard her. I know she watched me for a few seconds before letting me know she was here-she has that adoring, affectionate look that I’ve become so accustomed to. And it’s that look, coupled with the tears resting on the edge of those perfect blue eyes, that tells me this is it. This is the moment where I go home; the moment where my life comes together.
“Oh my god,” I whisper under my breath as realization hits me that she’s here for me; she chose me.
She smiles when she hears my nervous and relieved words and takes a few steps closer, slipping her hands into the pockets of her coat. Before either of us can speak, the air around me slowly fades away and we stand in silence, just watching the other almost as if we can’t believe this is finally happening.
“Are you…does…this mean,” I motion between the two of us, unable to wait for her to say something any longer.
She simply moves forward until she’s standing on the vent with me and we’re only inches away before whispering against my lips.
“There was never a choice to make.”
I can feel her smile tickling my own lips after I let out a soft exhale that I’m clearing trying to control, unsuccessfully. We stay where we are for a few seconds, reveling in each other’s presence, smell, and feel until she finally gives in and suddenly lunges forward, connecting our lips and pulling me into her by my waist. I hold her own waist against me with one hand and tangle my fingers in curly, blonde hair with the other, exploring her smooth, sensitive lips and the feeling of her soft tongue against mine. The kiss is needy, gentle, and sensual all at the same time and it’s literally taking my breath away. I pull away eventually and kiss the side of her neck before resting my head on her shoulder and squeezing her body against mine. The moment she starts stroking my back soothingly and swaying our bodies slightly from side to side, I feel the tears slowly start to fall from my eyes to her shoulder and I can’t believe this is actually happening.
We stay this way for what feels like hours until another gush of air explodes around us and she pulls away in awe, staring at the vent below us in amazement. I wipe away the stray tears and watch her, letting the affectionate that I have for this woman be known as she smiles like a kid on Christmas morning at this new-found spot. She looks up after a few seconds and smiles brightly at me for the first time in a while-it’s that smile that lights up a room and comforts me no matter how stressed out or depressed I am. The fact that I’m bringing that out again is overwhelming.
I reach my hand up and brush aside a stray curl before running my thumb along her bottom lip that I’m staring at as if I’m in a trance.
“I love you,” I whisper when she tilts her head and kisses the palm of my hand.
She doesn’t respond, but she doesn’t have to; her eyes are searching mine, delving deep within me and making it known that there will never be anyone else for her. I slide my hand to the back of her neck and pull her towards me, gently pressing my lips against her smile and backing her towards the wall. I pull away and search in the corner for the blanket I know Christina keeps down her for her and Owen when they don’t use the burning pipes as a bed. I stretch the blanket out and sit down with my back against the wall, waiting for her to straddle my outstretched legs. She does, smiling brightly and leaning forward to capture my lips once again. Everything is slow, gentle, and intimate; I take my time unbuttoning her coat, keeping eye contact the entire time. I slide my hands underneath the sleeves and slide it off before doing the same with her shirt and lifting my hands into the air to let her remove my scrub top.
She trails her index finger along my jaw long, down the curve of my neck, between my cotton-covered breasts until she reaches my dark blue pants and softly slides her hand underneath. I mirror her actions and unbutton her jeans before sliding my hand under bright pink panties and along soft, wet folds. She squeezes her eyes shut and lets out a quiet moan before forcing the same reaction from me when I feel her fingers start to stroke me gently. There is nothing needy or quick or aggressive about this; this is making love and it’s something I never knew existed before her. We both take our time, exploring every inch of each other and keeping our eyes connected along the way. It feels like a movie; a scene that not even the most romantic of films could stage.
She looks so beautiful-her curls are a little flatter than usual, her lips have that signature Arizona “O” shape, her eyes are bright blue, and there is a thin layer of perspiration flattening her bangs to her forehead. As she starts to rock back and forth, riding my fingers and pushing harder inside of me, I feel like the world is spinning around us. It’s not long before we’re both panting loudly, moving frantically to get to that mind-blowing moment together. Arizona’s back is arched, her eyes pointed to the sky and I have to rest my forehead on her warm shoulder, willing my muscles to keep working for just a little bit longer.
“Calliope,” she exhales my name and right there I lose it.
I whimper loudly and breathlessly and instantly feel her walls tighten around me; we both shudder and push into each other a few more times before she collapses on top of me and I hold her against me tightly, promising myself never to let her go again.