Fanfic: Made For You (6/?)
Title: Made For You (6/?)
Author: elpmas03
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Callie/Arizona
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Summary: Sooo this part was particularly hard to find a way to write…I’m not really sure why, but originally I had a whole other part at the end that I didn’t really like, so I took it out. Hopefully I will find a way to write it how I want, but until then I hope you all enjoy this part! I'm not sure how soon the next part will take to put up, so be patient with me :-).
Arizona
This is so much harder than I thought. Not just trying to make this decision, but not being able to touch and taste and feel Callie is killing me. But for some reason…I can’t decide; when I’m with Caitlin I feel like one person and when I’m with Callie I feel like someone completely different-why can’t I just have both?
‘Because that’s stupid and unfair, you idiot, that’s why.’
To make things worse, now that Callie and I can’t be together, we don’t see much of each other at all. It seems to be “easier” that way. Hmph…nothing is easy anymore.
“Dr. Robbins, you paged me?”
I turn around from the nurses’ station that I’ve been standing at for the past fifteen minutes, staring at a patient chart in my hand to pretend I’m actually doing something, and see Mark lean against the desk next to me.
“Yeah, I have a 7-year-old girl who was in a house fire. She has a few burns that I thought you could take a look at,” I hand over little Audrey’s chart, but keep staring at the other papers in my hands; for some reason, I can’t make eye contact with Mark, knowing that he knows I’m a cheater.
“No problem,” he responds, flipping through the chart briefly before walking past me; I let out a sigh of relief that he doesn’t mention anything, but I’m too quick. He spins around just as he passes me and leans in close so I can barely hear him.
“I know you probably think I’m the last person you should go to for advice, but I am good for some things. And you should know that Callie and cheating happen to be two of those things,” he whispers, glances around us, and smiles at the unintentional smirk on my face. “So, if you’re ever in need of someone to talk to…”
He leaves the suggestion hanging in the air and for the first time since I met him, I see the huge heart that is Mark Sloan.
“And, as Callie’s best friend…” he adds. “…you should also know that you’d be an idiot not to pick her.”
We exchange an understanding nod before he turns around and walks down the hallway, leaving me to yet again, squirm over this unbelievably difficult decision.
Callie
I thought I could stay away, but it’s just too tempting to accidentally end up on the peds floor and watch her work. Sure, it’s almost stalker status, but it’s either this or break our agreement and have my way with her in a random supply closet.
I love her…so much that it’s so hard to stand here and watch as she talks animatedly to a few nurses and then to Caitlin. Watching the way her eyes light up a little when the brunette whispers something in her ear or touches her back affectionately creates a sadness inside of me that I never knew could exist. I need to stop this; watching her isn’t helping get rid of her in my thoughts and it’s most definitely not helping the arousal that courses through my veins every time I catch a glimpse of her.
I turn around and lean my back against the wall, running my hands through my hair and tapping my fingers nervously on the hard surface behind me. The only little problem with my plan is that I have to walk down the very hallway where she stands; there’s an injured 8-year-old that I have to help and her room is just past the two of them…how convenient. I take a few deep breaths, close my eyes briefly, and round the corner, pretending to be engrossed in the chart in my hands.
Apparently I’m a little too focused because the next thing I know, there’s a loud clattering noise followed by concerned stares and a mumbling nurse in front of me. Smooth, Callie. Real smooth.
“I am so sorry,” the woman apologizes, bending down to collect the papers that I knocked out of her hand when we collided. “I wasn’t paying attention-“
She stops suddenly when our eyes connect and I think I catch a glimpse of awe and desire in big green eyes before she looks away in embarrassment and starts fumbling with her papers again. I know they’re watching us; I can feel blue eyes on me, but I stare straight ahead and bend down to help the rambling nurse in front of me.
“It’s okay,” I assure her, touching her arm to get her attention in between her mumbled apologies. “It’s my fault, anyway…really.”
I can’t help but laugh at the embarrassed and thankful grin she gives me; she really is very pretty.
“I’m such a clutz,” she mumbles, ignoring me after a second of eye contact and standing up once she has everything back in order. “Thank you…for helping me.”
I’ve been doing this whole dating thing long enough to know when someone is flirting with me and my radar is definitely not off right now. She flashes a bright, cheeky smile and gets a half-hearted one from me in return before she walks past me, just brushing our shoulders together on her way. I glance to my right to see an entertained Caitlin smiling at the display of awkward flirtation. When Arizona realizes I’m looking at them now, she spins around and gets back to her chart; but before she does I can see the jealousy that I’ve witnessed a few times before. I smile curtly at Caitlin and continue my journey down the hallway, ready for something…anything to distract me.
Arizona
Seeing the way the nurse blatantly flirted with Callie does not help my predicament; it’s one thing when it’s Mark who I know is doing it on purpose, but to see a stranger hitting on her…I’ve never felt this protective and possessive over someone, even when she and I were together. My head is telling me to choose Caitlin; Callie cheated and it can never be taken back…granted it was under some pretty horrific circumstances, but it was cheating nonetheless. Callie has this ability to make me feel high and low in a split second; Caitlin can’t do that. And part of me is so afraid of that power, but the other part craves it; that sensation you get when someone makes you feel so alive and vibrant. I want her so badly it physically hurts me to stand here alone in the elevator, unable to shake the images of her shuddering in ecstasy. Yes, my head is telling me to choose Caitlin, but that little engine that pounds deep within my chest whispers a different answer.
It feels like God is looking down on me, pointing, and laughing at my dilemma because when the bell dings and the doors open again, big brown eyes and jet black hair appear out of nowhere. She hesitates before getting on, probably trying to decide whether or not she should take the stairs, but she eventually steps in and moves to the opposite corner of the tiny box. I can see her fidgeting out of the corner of my eye, clearly trying to control her desire just as hard as I am; I cross my arms and concentrate on the floor numbers lighting up.
The elevator slows and comes to a stop on the 5th floor, but nobody is there waiting to get on. I pound the button feverishly to close the doors, praying that for once these damn elevators will be on my side. I can smell her intoxicating scent taking over my senses, teasing me to move closer for more.
‘Please, please, please move faster,’ I try to push the elevator in my head.
I groan internally when it comes to another stop and a few interns step on, cowering from being in the same space as two attendings even though we’re both dressed in street clothes. They stop talking immediately and stand in silence before they get off on the 2nd floor. Pulse is racing, hands are shaking, heart is pounding in my ears; and it’s becoming harder and harder to find air. As soon as the doors shut, I slam my palm against the emergency break button, drop my purse, and rush forward, pinning her against the wall and pushing my lips onto hers. She hesitates in surprise for the briefest of moments until her hands quickly find their way to my butt, pulling me forward hard so our centers collide. I let out a moan of gratitude for the touch before nibbling on her bottom lip and slipping my tongue out to sooth it after. My hands run down her neck and find her breasts, pushing against them so she’s pinned even tighter against the wall. She moans in delight as our tongues slide against each other and before I can stop myself, I unzip her jeans and slide my hand underneath.
I pull away so we can both breathe and let out a deep, wicked laugh at how wet she is when my fingers slide along soft folds and quickly find their way inside, thrusting into her the first chance they get.
“Arizona,” she gasps, her mouth forming the shape of a circle and her hands gripping my waist, pulling me into her with each thrust of my fingers.
I am so consumed with desire and lust and the need to make her shudder against me that I don’t allow myself to think about how selfish or wrong this is; I just continue to push into her, caressing her tongue with mine as we dive into another passionate kiss. When my thumb starts massaging her pulsing clit, she loses her ability to keep up with my lips and just remains still with her mouth slightly open and my lips hovering in front of her own. She starts shaking and breathing heavier, letting me know she’s almost there. I lean my forehead against the bottom of her neck that meets her chest and squeeze my eyes shut, willing my sore muscles to continue and give her this. I can feel myself weakening from how hard I’m pushing and it’s not long before my movements become frantic and sharp until she suddenly moans my name as warm liquid erupts over my fingers.
I wait a few seconds to make sure she’s somewhat composed before slipping my hand out, buttoning her jeans, and pushing the emergency button again to put the elevator into motion. Just as the bell dings a minute later and the doors begin to open, I wipe away a few tears trickling down my cheek s and walk as quickly as possible to the shelter of the cold night air; so quickly that I don’t see Caitlin’s brown eyes flickering with realization nearby from the sight of an aroused and sobbing Callie as the elevator doors close.
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Callie
There are a lot of things I know about Arizona Robbins. For instance, she absolutely hates red gummy bears; she would always hand them over to me whenever we were at the movies and I would try so hard to hold back the giggle when her face would scrunch up in disgust. She has a scar in the very bottom right corner of her stomach from a car accident she was in when she was 6; it had become somewhat of a ritual for me to kiss it every time my lips happened to cross its path. One of her biggest fears is…clowns (yes, I said clowns); she had quite a disturbing experience with one particular face-painted creature involving a garden hose and a birthday cake…that’s all I’m going to say about that.
Above all, there is one thing I know about Arizona that surpasses the rest-she uses her head. Whether it involves work, her personal life, or helping someone else, she always uses logic over emotion. That’s not to say she doesn’t put feeling into her decisions, but it’s a secondary thought to her; she thinks things through and takes the risk put on herself and others into consideration before her own wants and needs. She’s selfless…and caring…and honorable. It’s because I know this about her that makes my stomach twist into knots when I think about who she will pick. Because I know if she sticks to her usual tactics and uses her head to make this choice…I don’t stand a chance in hell. I cheated on her, I abandoned her emotionally, and I turned her into a cheater; I did all of those things and any sane, logic-based person would turn me away without hesitation.
So, as I lay here, in an empty on-call room because I’m too afraid to sleep in my bed alone tonight, thinking about what happened in the elevator earlier…I find myself praying that for once in my life I’m wrong about Arizona Robbins. For once in my life, I hope and wish that she will change…for me.