Fanfic: City of Black and White (3/?)
Title: City of Black and White (3/?)
Author: elpmas03
Rating: NC17 (eventually)
Pairing: Callie/Arizona
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Summary: I’m currently rewriting the next three chapters so be patient with me. Hopefully this will satisfy everyone for the time being!
Arizona
It’s just drinks. With a bunch of people I don’t know. And this unbelievably beautiful, smart, perfect woman who I can’t stop thinking about. This’ll be easy. Right? Riiiight.
“Can I get you something?” the curly-haired bartender interrupts the hundredth daydream I’ve had today involving me, Callie, and a can of whip cream.
“Huh?” I respond idiotically.
“Would you like a drink?” he chuckles and picks up a glass to clean.
“Oh, right,” I shake the images out of my head and search my scattered brain for the name of a drink…any drink…come on. “I’ll take a martini, please.”
He nods sharply and ducks away to make my drink. Mark wasn’t lying when he said everyone came here after work; I notice a handful of new faces that I met throughout my first day including a few nurses who not so subtly flirted with me. I flash one of them a polite smile and thank the bartender for my drink.
“Are you a new doctor here?” he asks.
“Yeah, I just started today actually. I’m Arizona Robbins,” I introduce myself and take a sip of my martini.
“Joe,” he says, shaking my hand. “Are you an attending?”
“Head of Pediatric Surgery, actually.”
“Wow…I guess I’ll be seeing you around here a lot then,” he jokes and we share a laugh as the fiery liquid I’m swallowing finally reaches my stomach and I close my eyes in relief. If I’m going to sit through an entire night next to her I need some liquid courage to hold myself back from jumping her.
“Hey,” Teddy’s voice interrupts yet another daydream of mine and I quickly greet her and Owen as they take seats beside me. The three of us quickly start up an easy conversation; even though they aren’t really newbies anymore, it feels nice to have someone who hasn’t been at this hospital from the beginning like almost everyone else. The conversation quickly turns into war stories and our surgical obstacles of the day.
“It was insane, I mean the guy had two giant poles stuck in his chest and he actually lived,” Teddy gets a little louder as she sips more alcohol. “I had to do two separate surgeries to make sure his body could take it, so the first one…”
I know she’s still talking, but my mind goes completely blank when I see Callie and Mark walk through the door. She’s wearing a simple outfit-black dress pants, black heels, a dark purple blouse that shows her cleavage in the most amazing way, and a black leather jacket-but everything accentuates her body in all the right places. Her long black hair is wavy and her bangs are swiped to the side, framing her face perfectly. And she’s smiling…God, that smile could kill me. Hmm…what a way to die…
She catches Owen motioning to her and Mark indicating where we’re sitting and our eyes instantly find each other. It’s weird the way I feel so drawn to her all of the time, almost like magnets.
“Hey,” she says happily, taking the seat right next to me. Crap…I can smell her shampoo and her perfume and it’s making my head spin.
“Hey,” I manage to spit out between taking sips of my drink to try and distract me from the enticing skin showing just below her neck.
“Callie…Mark…the usual?” Joe asks and receives two eager nodding heads as his response.
“Hey there, Dr. Robbins,” Mark leans across Callie and gives me a flirty grin.
“Dr. Sloan…I thought you said no flirting?” I joke and watch Callie sip her drink out of the corner of my eye; wow…that tongue. Crap…she just saw me looking again. I really need to stop doing that…or at least stop letting her catch me doing that. She smiles and rolls her eyes in regards to the man sitting next to her.
“Hey I never made any promises. Callie just isn’t doing her job that well I guess,” he ends his sentence and takes a large gulp of the beer in his hand.
“Fine, I’ll do my job,” she hisses. “You. Go. Over there,” she shoos him towards Derek who just sat down at the other end of our group at the bar. Mark smiles at both of us and walks over to his friend.
“Thank you. He seems to listen to you pretty well.” I finish my drink and motion to the bartender for another one.
“He’s harmless really, I promise. He gets his fair share of women, but I think you intimidate him a little…that’s why he’s trying so much harder,” she explains and watches me put the olive from my martini in my mouth. I run my tongue out and wrap it around the tiny piece of food before sliding it into my mouth. I can’t help myself.
And apparently it’s working because I can see her staring at me all wide-eyed and dreamy-like. Score!
“Well,” I sigh and drop the toothpick on the table. “I think I’ll keep him squirming. He’s pretty amusing, actually.”
We both giggle and continue talking about work and hospital gossip. She gives me the life stories of pretty much everyone I’ve met so far. Except one…
“So, how about you?” I ask when she finishes explaining McDreamy and McYummy or…was it McHottie? Whatever. “What’s your story?”
“Ha,” she laughs and shakes her head, circling her finger around the empty shot glass in front of her. “I don’t think you want to hear that one.”
“Well now I really do,” I laugh and rest my chin on my arm that’s propped on the table. She laughs and looks at me, trying to judge my sincerity. I flash the dimples and she sighs in defeat.
“Well, where would you like me to start?” she asks, turning on her bar stool so she’s facing me.
“Um,” I tap my chin with my index finger and turn in my stool to face her like she did seconds ago. “Birth…go.”
We spend the next hour talking about everything from music to horror stories from medical school. I love the way she speaks so eloquently and as if she’s bursting at the seams to tell me everything. Not to mention the way she listens so intently to me when I speak. I leave out a few details; details too dark to share with someone who I just met. It’s not that I don’t want to; she’s the only one I’ve ever considered telling them to so early in a relationship. But I don’t want to scare her away and I think the constant staring is cutting it close enough. Just as I’m finishing telling her about my time in Boston, her eyes suddenly change from excited curiosity to disappointment. I follow her stare to the door behind me and watch a shorter, kind of dorky guy walk in the bar followed by an Asian woman and another woman who I believe is Derek’s girlfriend.
“George, I thought you were in surgery,” Callie greets the man indifferently and shifts in her seat, avoiding my questioning eyes.
“It got cancelled, the patient wasn’t stable enough so I think we’re doing it tomorrow morning,” George answers and alternates between Callie and I with a curious look.
“Oh!” she squeals in embarrassment. “George this is Arizona Robbins, she’s the new Head of Pediatric Surgery. This is George O’Malley.”
“Nice to meet you,” he says politely and shakes my hand.
“Nice to meet you too,” I greet him. I glance over to see Callie throwing back a shot of tequila; there’s something about her that’s different all of a sudden, like she’s not happy to see this guy. “Are you two friends?” I try to ease the silent and awkward tension.
George chuckles and shoots Callie a surprised look. She shrugs her shoulders rather awkwardly and scratches the back of her head.
“Not exactly,” George chuckles and smiles at the puzzled look on my face. A look that quickly fades when he finishes explaining. “I’m her husband.”