Fanfic: Made For You (4/?)

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Title:  Made For You (4/?)

Author: elpmas03

Rating: NC17

Pairing: Callie/Arizona

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 libelous, defamatory, or in any way factual.

Summary: Yeahh…I don’t really know to summarize this without giving everything away, so…just read! I apologize if the next updates are a little more spread out; it’s finals week and lots of stuff is going on, so my study breaks will be limited. Sad, I know, but hopefully this chapter will hold you over for a little while. Ignore any of the mistakes…I had to post this one a little quicker and earlier than usual because I have a super awesome concert to go to tonight and won’t be able to post it any time later today.


Arizona

I’ve been standing in this alley for almost two hours, trying to make some sense of who I am and how I feel. How did I let this happen? I knew that asking her out was going to bring back all of those feelings of nostalgia and comfort and yet I did it anyway. I did it, knowing that I don’t just have myself to think of anymore-I have Caitlin. I knew Callie had feelings for me, but who doesn’t always have feelings for someone they used to date? That’s what I’ve just been feeling…right? Hearing her tell me she loved me just brought me back to that place; the place where I start thinking about us having a future together; the place where she didn’t cheat on me.

I was so angry for so long after what she did, but being friends again let me rid that hurt and it gave me hope that we could move past this and truly be just friends. I don’t want to hurt Caitlin…I really don’t. It’s only been a couple of months of dating, but it’s been a couple of amazing, magical months and there’s only one other time it’s ever felt better. And, of course, that one other time happens to be with the woman I just kissed in a dark alley.

I’m so torn and confused, but for once in my life I don’t think about anything. I let my body move with how I feel and before I know it I’m running down the street and up the stairs to that familiar blue door.

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Callie

It took a long, hot shower for me to calm down after what happened a few hours ago. I’m now lying on my bed, my body completely stiff and my eyes glued to the ceiling. I don’t feel anything; there are no tears, no thoughts, and no emotions. I shouldn’t have said what I did. If I was her I would be so beyond angry with me; just months ago I was telling her to go away and find something better and now I’m telling her I love her and I want her back? She’s with someone who makes her happy and I just took that away with those three words that I knew she would respond to.

I hear the muffled pounding coming from the apartment door and quickly slip on the clothes I had been wearing earlier before walking into the living room. The pounding gets louder and more impatient the longer I take, but I don’t care-Mark will get over it.

I swing the door open and feel my breath catch in my throat when I see that it is not Mark waiting outside. I’m guessing she just sprinted here because she’s panting and there’s a light glimmer of perspiration on her forehead and neck. She looks angry.

“Arizona, wha-“

“I’m happy,” she says simply, bringing her arms into the air briefly and then letting them fall back down to her sides. “I’m happy and calm and comfortable and…with someone.”

I don’t need her reasons for not reciprocating my words earlier; I get it…she has moved on and doesn’t want me, but I don’t need to hear it out loud. Her expression suddenly hardens and she steps past me into the apartment.

“Why did you tell me? W-Why?” she questions me and waits for an answer, but I don’t have one to give. “I’m happy-“

“Okay, I get it, you’re happy!” I groan and shut the door before taking a few steps toward her. “I have to live with that every day when I see the two of you together, so yeah…I get it…you’re happy.”

“Then why the hell did you tell me you loved me! Why couldn’t you just let me be happy?”

“I’m sorry, okay?” I say sincerely, slouching my shoulders in defeat. “It just…came out and I wish I could take it back, but-“

“Yeah, well, there are a lot of things you wish you could take back,” she snaps.

God, she makes me so angry sometimes, more than anyone ever has. I always feel so much when she’s around me and this moment is no different.

“Why are you here?” I snap back.

She stays glued to where she’s standing in complete shock from my question.

“What?” she asks impatiently like she doesn’t understand what I’m asking.

At first I thought she was just here to yell at me, but hearing the way she just uttered that simple word like she’s trying to hide something is proving me wrong; there’s another reason.

“Why…are you here?” I ask calmly, moving a few steps closer. “We both know you didn’t have to come here to tell me how stupid I am, so…is there another reason?”

She lets her mouth hang open and stutters occasionally, trying to figure out how to answer me and it’s all the answer I need.

“Do you love her?”I ask, my voice shaking in fear of her response.

She bites her bottom lip and rolls her head to the side, shifting on her feet and staring at something in the kitchen. I raise my eyebrows questioningly when she finally looks back into my eyes and I can see the tears forming in the corners.

“I think so.”

I feel my heart shattering all over again; I knew she cared a lot about Caitlin, but I didn’t know it had gotten this far and I instantly feel even more guilty than before. We stand in silence while I stare at my feet and let a few tears drip down my face for the thousandth time tonight.

“But…”she whispers firmly and takes a few steps forward so we’re only one step away now. “…I love you, too.”

My head snaps up and right away our eyes meet; one set is bright blue and seems to be smiling and the other set of brown is wide in shock. Before I can question her she closes the gap between us and our lips collide once again. This time it’s different-it’s full of need and desire and that feeling you get in the pit of your stomach when you reconnect with someone. She doesn’t waste any time, finding my tongue with hers and pushing me backwards toward my bedroom. There are jackets and shoes flying everywhere as we stumble toward our destination, bumping into walls and furniture along the way. We pause briefly when I push her into the wall just outside of my bedroom and remove her jeans for her. As soon as they’re off she pulls my lips back to hers and continues our frantic search for my bedroom making sure our lips never stop touching.

We eventually get to my room, stripping each other of our shirts, and I find myself being pushed back onto my bed once my knees come in contact with the mattress. She’s standing above me, watching with so much hunger and fire in her eyes and it’s completely surreal to see this look on her again…this look directed at me again. She takes in every part of my body like she’s never seen it before, pausing here and there to marvel at the way my skin glows in the moonlight and the way my body curves in all the right places. She unzips my pants and slowly slides the material down my legs, reveling in the trail of goosebumps she leaves in her path.

Our eyes meet again briefly until I frantically crawl towards the front of the bed, flicking random pieces of clothing out of my path along the way. As soon as my head reaches the front of the bed, she crawls toward me with a flirty grin plastered to her face. As soon as she’s straddling me I pull her into another smoldering kiss, grab her legs, and flip her over so she’s lying on her back now. She moans at the change of pace and smiles against my lips. My hands find every inch of skin they can, making my fingertips tingle every time I touch her. The desire burning inside of me is almost too much; I have never wanted anything more in my life than I want her right now. She moans loudly when my hands find her breasts and massage them through her bra repeatedly.

I’m starting to get dizzy, whether from the lack of oxygen or just the effect she has on me, I’m not sure, but either way…I love it. My hips are thrusting into her, arousing us both more and more with each movement and I can tell she’s already close. By the time I pull my lips away we’re both panting and shuddering and needing more.

I kiss my way down her neck and feel the encouragement she’s giving me when her fingers tangle in my hair and urge me to kiss that one spot I know makes her giggle. It’s never been hard to find, but I also know of one other spot that no one else has ever found; it’s just above her shoulder, under her right ear and the second my lips and tongue make contact she starts to squirm and push her hips into the air. I tickle my fingers down her chest, over her stomach and caress the skin just above the hem of her panties to tease her.

“Mm, please,” she exhales and it’s all the convincing I need.

I slide my fingers under the damp cotton and gasp at how wet she is already.

“Arizona,” I seem to laugh her name in surprise and lust and it only gets her more excited.

Her eyes are closed tight and her mouth is just slightly open in anticipation; I give her what she wants, sliding my fingers along delicate, soft folds and loving every tiny gasp and moan of pleasure I get in response.

“Calliope,” she whimpers when I finally enter her with two fingers and stroke her clit with my thumb.

I continue thrusting my hips into the back of my hand and push into her; her nails are digging into my lower back and the sensations are inching me closer and closer to my own peak. I try to kiss her again, but she can’t focus enough to keep up with me, so I just let our lips hover near each other, feeling the air she exhales float straight into my lungs. I add another finger and pump frantically and as deep as I can; she screams in ecstasy a minute later and I can feel her tighten around my fingers as warm liquid flows over them.

“Oh my god,” I whisper, almost too quietly to hear but she does…she always does.

There are a few tears cascading down her cheeks from how hard her eyes are clamped shut; I stroke her a few more times to make sure she feels every last bit of her orgasm before regretfully pulling my fingers out and getting a disappointed groan from the loss of contact.

I collapse beside her, completely exhausted and watch as she tries to catch her breath. As beautiful as she always is, this is my favorite look on her-her golden, curly hair shimmering and her bangs sticking to her forehead from the thin layer of perspiration, her lips parted barely while she tries to remember how to breathe, and her body completely content and stated. She looks over after a few minutes to find me smiling affectionately at her and playing with a piece of hair splayed on her pillow.

“Mm, your turn,” she declares huskily and I giggle as she flips me over and gives me what I’ve been craving for for almost 9 long months.

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Callie

I am so exhausted. I smile to myself like an idiot in the middle of the cafeteria when I think about the reason I’m so exhausted. It was a very loooong night that did not involve more than maybe an hour of sleep and I have Arizona Robbins to thank for that.

“What is wrong with you?”

I look up to see Mark, Teddy, Owen, Derek, and Christina all staring at me in concern; I suddenly realize that I’m grinning like an idiot, staring at my water bottle, and making a mess of the carrots that I’m munching.

“What?” I ask innocently, smirking and taking a sip of my water.

Mark’s eyes linger on me suspiciously a little longer than the others, but when I glare at him he gives up and dives back into the conversation he interrupted.

“Hey,” a perky voice pops out of nowhere.

It’s taking every bit of control in me to hold back the huge grin I know is waiting to break my lips at the sound of her voice. She acts normal, sitting down across from me in the middle of the table and greeting everyone evenly. When she’s sure they aren’t looking at her anymore she catches my gaze and looks at me hungrily for a few seconds. I try to hide my smile and pop another carrot in my mouth to distract myself from staring at her.

“…you should have seen the woman’s face when I told her she wasn’t going to die. Who the hell thinks they’ll die from foot fungus?” Christina’s voice chirps across the table to no one in particular.

Just as I’m starting to focus on what everyone is talking about, I feel something run up and down my calf, sending sparks up and down my leg. I jump slightly in my chair and glare at her menacingly, but she doesn’t make eye contact; instead she focuses on Christina next to her and bites into her apple, but I can see the mischievous smirk she’s hiding.

“Seriously, what is wrong with you?” Mark hisses from across the table and I’m the center of attention yet again. “Did you get laid or something?”

I suddenly find my eyes watering and my lungs filling with liquid; I cough repeatedly trying not to spit out the rest of my drink that’s still in my mouth. Owen rushes to my rescue, asking me if I’m okay and looking fully prepared to give me the Heimlich.

“I’m fine,” I manage to choke out, wiping away a few tears that have escaped my eyes while I cough a few more times

“Oh crap,” Arizona groans and starts packing up her lunch. “I forgot to fill something out earlier…I’ll see you guys later.”

I don’t acknowledge her strange departure because I know Mark is watching me like a hawk; instead, I take a few sips of my water, assure Owen once more that I am okay, and finish the rest of my carrots. Just as I’m about to open my bag of chips my pager starts beeping and I glance down to my waist to see a familiar message; it’s a code we used to use.

“911, see you guys later,” I lie and almost spring out of the cafeteria to the 4th floor on-call room.

Just as I close the door behind me, she comes rushing forward, cupping my face with her hands and walking us backwards until my back hits the wall hard with our lips pressed together the entire time. She thrusts her hips into my body and lets out a deep groan from the touch. Her hands are everywhere-on my butt, my stomach, my back, my neck…I don’t know if I’ve ever seen her this overcome with desire before. She pulls away to remove my shirt and as soon as she does I start gasping for air. Just as my shirt hits the floor, she spins me around and backs me towards the other side of the room, slamming me into a random metal rack in the corner.

She lifts me into the air so I can sit on the edge of the metal shelf and I blindly wave my hand above my head in search for something to hold onto. My fingers connect with a cold metal bar and quickly form a tight grip around it as her tongue pushes into my mouth and immediately starts caressing my own.

“Mmm,” I moan into her mouth and she responds by taking my bottom lip in her teeth and nibbling before she runs her tongue over it to sooth the pain.

“Mm, I’ve been thinking about this…all…morning,” she pants, placing hot kisses down my neck in between the last three words.

My giggle is quickly silenced when her hand abruptly slides underneath my pants and starts massaging my already pulsing nerves through my panties.

“Ahha…,” I let out a deep laugh, tightening my grip on the metal bar and banging my head softly against it. “Please…don’t stop.”

She removes her hand, pulls down my pants and panties, and kneels down all in one quick motion and before I can comprehend what’s happening I feel her warm tongue running a wet path along folds until it stops when it gets to my clit. Soft lips quickly start sucking and the vibrations from her moans force me to cup my mouth with my hand to stop myself from screaming. When I’m sure I can control my voice, I tangle my fingers in her hair and hold her in place, too afraid she’s going to tease me and stop. She wraps one of my legs around her shoulder just to assure me she won’t be letting go anytime soon and continues her expert motions of licking and sucking and nibbling here and there. I release my grip on her hair and bring my hand up to grab onto the metal bar for more support as I feel myself tumbling down that familiar path full of fireworks and shivers.

I prop myself up with one hand so that I can lift my hips into the air and make her tongue enter me as deep as possible.

“Oh. My god,” I gasp when she finally glides inside of me and her movements become more rushed and chaotic.

I can feel her tongue connecting with every hidden corner inside of me and just knowing that Arizona is the one doing this is enough to get me to that point. A few more thrusts of my hips into the air and my legs go numb as I try desperately to keep this feeling as long as possible. I can feel my knuckles turning white from the grip one hand has on the bar above me and just because I whimper her name a few times doesn’t make her stop. She takes her time licking away every last evidence of my arousal, basking in the fact that she’s making me come so hard. When a second wave overtakes my body, I’m finally unable to hold myself up any longer and have to release my hold on the bar. She pins me against the bottom of the shelf as I slide down to the floor and as soon as I’m safely seated she falls onto her back panting and shivering uncontrollably.

“Wow,” she breathes the word, bringing the back of her hand up to rest on her forehead as she closes her eyes and focuses on getting air into her lungs.

“Yeah,” I sigh in a daze, trying to keep my eyes open and make my body stop shaking.

I wipe away the thin layer of perspiration from my forehead and rub my legs to try to regain some form of feeling in them. As soon as I do, I stretch forward and crawl on top of her, lifting her upper body off of the floor so I can pull her scrub top off. She lies back down once it’s off and closes her eyes while I kiss along the top of her bra and up her neck until our lips meet hungrily.

“Ughh,” I groan against her lips when I hear that familiar annoying beeping fill the room.

She whimpers as I pull away and rip the object from my scrub pants that are lying on the floor near us.

“911,” I exhale in disappointment as she runs her fingernails up and down my naked upper thighs.

I look down to see her licking her lips and looking at me like she’s going to pounce any minute. I grin and lean down to capture her lips one more time before standing up on wobbly knees and pulling her off of the ground. I flip my hair out from underneath my scrub top after I put it on and watch as she fixes her ID badge.

“I’ll see you later…tonight?” I ask hopefully and get an assertive nod and a glimpse of her teeth nibbling on her bottom lip in anticipation.

I pull her forward into another heated kiss, but pull away before it gets too far because I know if it does I’m not going to stop it.

“Mm!” I groan and pull away. “Okay…I have to go.”

“Yes, you do,” she jokes as I say the words, but don’t actually follow through with them.

I peck her on the lips continuously, turning the doorknob and capturing her lips for a few prolonged seconds before pulling away.

“Me…emergency…bye,” I mumble, pecking her on the cheek and making sure the coast is clear before rushing to the ER.

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Arizona

I can’t seem to make the smile that’s been plastered to my face all day disappear; I can see the nurses staring at me as I stand here, filling out a patient’s chart, and grinning like an idiot. I hand the clipboard over to the nurse behind the desk, smile brightly at her, and click the wheelie sneaks into action down the hallway. I almost fall on my face when a hand reaches out of nowhere and drags me into an empty room. I giggle in anticipation for our lips to connect, but when I open my eyes I’m surprised to see it’s not who I was expecting.

To be honest, I haven’t thought about her since everything that happened with Callie and me last night. And seeing her right now, standing in front of me, makes my stomach twist with guilt from what I’ve done…more than once.

“Caitlin,” I squeal in shock and she automatically narrows her eyes at me questioningly.

“Were you expecting someone else?” she jokes.

“Ah ha...no, of course not,” I dismiss her humorous accusation and close my eyes as she starts kissing down my neck.

“Oh!” she brings her lips away and makes me open my eyes. “Before I forget…can we go at 9, tonight, instead of 8? Jenna’s son is sick, so I told her I’d cover her last hour.”

“Tonight?” I venture, not knowing what she’s talking about.

“Yeah…you…me…Joe’s tonight at 9? That was the plan, right?” she asks hesitantly, almost as if she’s questioning whether or not she made it up.

“Oh, yeah…right,” I mumble in disappointment when I remember who else I was supposed to be seeing tonight.

“I mean, we don’t have to, if you don’t want,” she jumps in and steps forward with a flirty grin. “We could, uh…skip the bar and do other…things.”

I smile at her playfulness and she doesn’t wait another second before pushing her lips against mine and sliding her hand underneath my pants.

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Callie

“Hey,” her perky voice catches my attention right away and I hop out of the lobby chair I’ve been waiting in for the past 30 minutes.

I glance around to make sure no one saw how happy and upbeat I was at her presence and adjust my appearance.

“Hey,” I say casually and get a playful wrinkle of her nose in response.

“I tried to call you, but, um…I can’t, uh,” she takes a step forward and lowers her voice. “I can’t do anything tonight. I forgot about plans I had…with Caitlin.”

For the first time all day, I remember the fact that she’s in a relationship. She has a girlfriend. And she cheated on her…with me. The irony that I was cheated on, was the cheater, and am now the other woman doesn’t escape me.

“Oh, right…of course,” I mumble, trying to make it sound like it’s no big deal.

Just as she’s about to speak again, Mark and Caitlin round the corner and make their way toward us; despite the fact that Caitlin isn’t exactly interested in Mark, it doesn’t stop him from working his charm. They walk up next to us, laughing about something he said, and Caitlin quickly moves to peck Arizona on the lips quickly. I can tell she’s holding back from what she really wants to do to her because I’m standing right next to them.

“This isn’t awkward at all,” Mark mumbles under his breath and I force a glare; he has no idea how awkward this truly is. “So, ladies…what’s everyone doing tonight?”

“We are going to Joe’s, right?” Caitlin directs her attention toward Arizona and gets a half-hearted nod in response. “You okay?”

I can barely hear her whispered question; Arizona recovers and assures her she’s fine, but I know that she’s not. She’s looking a little queasy and uncomfortable…exactly how I’m feeling.

“What a coincidence,” Mark squeals, lifting his hands in the air in amazement. “That’s just where we were headed!”

“You were?” Arizona asks, suspiciously.

“We were?” I pipe up and all I get is a slap on the butt in response.

My eyes widen in shock and I can just catch the quickest hint of jealousy flash across Arizona’s eyes and a look of astonishment cross Caitlin’s. Mark simply grins at me and raises his eyebrows.

“Well, why don’t you…join us,” Caitlin suggests hesitantly after a few seconds of silence and Arizona snaps her head to face her.

“Uh, oh, that’s okay, we don’t want to impose,” I reply, waving the suggestion away with my hand.

“We’d love to!” Mark declares cheerfully and waits for the two of them to lead the way.

“What…are you doing?” I hiss to him under my breath when we start to walk towards the bar.

“Helping you…why not make Blondie a little jealous?” he whispers and shrugs his shoulders at his own brilliance.

“Mark, you really don’t have to do that-“

“Of course I do.”

“No, I mean you really-“

“You two coming or what?” Caitlin yells from in front of us where she’s walking hand-in-hand with Arizona and I just now notice how far ahead of us they are.

“Yep!” Mark yells and jogs forward until he catches up with them.

I look up to the sky and pray that if there is a God…he will make this night end as quickly as possible.