Into Temptation (11/?)
Kissing Arizona Robbins is the most electrifying, erotic, sensual thing I have ever experienced. In high school I never fully understood when all the girls in my year would go on about making out with their boyfriend for hours. Admittedly a lot of that had to do with the fact that I never really received much attention from my male classmates. I was the girl in the back of the class who ate her hair, the freak by most people’s standards. Even when I went to college my life revolved so much around science and the want to be an amazing doctor that dating was never really a major priority. When I did meet a guy I wanted to get closer to, by then kissing was just a means to get to more intimate, sweaty activities. Now though I finally understand it. It now feels like I am the one dating the hottest, most popular girl in school. The head cheerleader in comparison. She even has the perky to go along with it.
We have spent almost every night together since out first date two weeks ago. Still sticking to the idea of going slow. Which is getting harder and harder to abide by with each moment we are together. It has almost turned into a game between us. To see who has the will power to stop before it goes to the next level.
Even now as I move my lips down the expanse of her smooth milky neck I know we are approaching the point where we will stop. Lying on the sofa where I have resided for the last few weeks, my body pressed against hers as her fingers grasp my hair as her breathing quickens.
“Calliope?” I barely hear her whisper as my tongue continues its onslaught on a particularly smooth patch of skin.
“Mmmm” I softly mumble, my hand running up the outer edge of her thigh, pushing her skirt up just slightly.
“Calliope we should stop.” She replies before moaning softly as I suck gently on her pulse point causing her body to arch up into mine, making my own body fill with arousal.
“Why?” I ask her before moving to the other side of her neck and making my way lower towards her clavicle, my hand inching up her thigh slightly more.
She moans softly again, “Because if you don’t stop now, I'm not going to let you stop later.” She whispers huskily bringing her mouth to my ear. Before dragging my lips back to hers and kissing me harder than before. I’m half tempted not to stop, to continue doing what I am doing to her. I bring my free hand to the base of her shirt, pushing it up slightly, feeling the heat of the skin beneath it graze against my fingers. She moans into my mouth, causing a fire to burn deeper inside of me.
Suddenly the sound of a key turning in a lock snaps my body back to reality. I sit up quickly, smoothing out the wrinkles in my clothes as Arizona does the same. I reach forward and retrieve my abandoned glass of wine from earlier and take a sip as Christina enters the apartment. I try my best not to show with every aspect of myself what has just been going on.
“Hey Christina.” I greet her nervously. “What are you doing back so early?”
“Its 2am Callie, its not early” Christina replies looking between Arizona and I, obviously intrigued by the extreme look of guilt on both our faces.
“Oh, I must have lost track of time” I reply laughing nervously causing Arizona to giggle slightly beside me.
“Right.” Christina replies blankly before heading into her room “I’m heading to bed”
Once Christina has closed the door I watch as Arizona stands up, making a few adjustments to her outfit so that it sits right. “I should probably head home” Arizona says with a reluctant smile. I can’t help but feel a small loss every time she leaves to go home. I give her a small pout before standing up and walking with her towards the door. Once there I walk outside of the apartment with her. After closing the door, I pull her back towards me by her shirt, letting my lips dance gently against hers briefly.
“So was it just me, or did that entirely feel like your parents just walked in on us” She asks with nervous laugh.
“Tell me about it” I reply brushing her blonde curls with my fingers as I hold her close to me with my other hand. I see a slight frown form on her face, as if there is something that she is dying to ask me.
“Calliope, you know I don’t want to rush you or anything. But just so I know, we are going to let people know about our relationship at some point aren’t we.” She looks nervous as she asks; I can’t help but feel my heart sink a little at the pained expression on her face.
“Eventually, its just with everything with George. I just don’t want people to…..” I reply before looking down slightly ashamed.
“Its ok, I mean I get it. Its just I did the whole in the closet thing in high school, it didn’t sit well with me then and it really doesn’t sit well with me now” She replies with a small grin.
“We will tell people soon, I promise” I say gently before pulling her mouth back towards mine, making sure that she knows every inch of how I feel about her. Slowly she pulls away, offering me a grin before walking down the hallway towards the elevator.
A school bus rolled on the interstate. As I’m waiting outside with the Chief the ambulance officer starts to give us the run down on the first casualty. “Tricia Hale, vital signs stable, sustained a large facial laceration, trauma to the buttock area and an open fracture to the lower right leg”
“Ok, trauma room 2” The Chief replies quickly handing me the chart as Karev and I start to move her.
“Its still bleeding, my face is still bleeding” Tricia screams out to me as I watch the blood roll down her face.
“Alright well get to that in a minute ok” I reply casually as we continue the trek towards the trauma room.
“We? No try the head of plastic surgery, no one is touching my face until I’ve spoken to the head of plastic surgery” she says forcefully as I glance over to Karev who rolls his eyes.
Examining her with Mark and Karev in trauma room 2 you can sense the annoyance in Tricia.
“You better be able to fix my face, I have Poms state-wide in a month” she states clearly as Mark continues to examine the laceration on her face a Karev and I work on her leg.
“You’re a cheerleader?” Karev asks looking up.
“I’m a Pom” Tricia replies obviously quite put out by being called a cheerleader.
“Cheerleaders just jump around, Poms are dancers” Mark chimes in “I was on the football team” he continues when he sees the look on Karev and mines face.
“Yeah I’m not sure your going to be doing any dancing in the next month.” I tell her truthfully.
“You better be lying” Tricia replies with annoyance in her voice.
“Not lying, you have very serious knee and leg fractures, not to mention a cracked coccyx.” I continue explaining the situation to her.
“What the hell is that?” Tricia asks.
“It’s the bone at the bottom of your spine” Karev explains.
“Huh?” Tricia replies still confused.
“Bottom of your bottom” I reply trying to dumb it down as much as humanly possible.
“My ass? I broke my ass” Tricia replies in disbelief
“That’s one way to look at it” Karev says with a laugh
“Don’t look at it” Mark says softly as he writes down what needs to be done in her chart.
“Ok your gonna need surgery, the good news is that we’ll put you under so that we can fix the bones and Dr Sloan can fix your face all at the same time” I reply trying to change the subject.
“You better be good” Tricia says looking over at Mark.
“Baby, you’re not going to find anyone better than me” Mark replies before getting up. “Oh my god, hot cheerleader ass.” He whispers in Karev’s ear before exiting forcing me to roll my eyes at the insane immaturity.
Sitting in the cafeteria with Arizona and Christina is excruciatingly hard. Even with Christina talking to me I find it hard to draw my attention away from the blonde next to me. The blonde that is entirely and utterly engrossed in the book she is reading.
“I’m going crazy with this Hahn thing, every time I try to impress her she hates me even more,” Christina continues talking, I try my best to look like I’m interested but my every thought is on the lips of the woman next to me as she casually places a piece of lettuce in her mouth, her eyes still firmly glued to the pages of her book. I can already feel the blush that is settling on my cheeks from watching her lips, the way her tongue darts out and wets them slightly. I look around the cafeteria desperately searching out someone or something that will take my mind off her. I stop when I see George and Izzie standing in line, waiting for food. I can’t help the slight scowl that forms.
“Not worth getting hung up on” Christina chimes in when she notices where my attention is drawn.
“Why, did something happen?” I ask curiously, casually placing a grape in my mouth, trying not to sound too desperate for the information.
“Apparently they’re not even talking to each other at this point” Christina says with a smug grin.
“I know its wrong, but that makes me feel better”. I feel a slight smile form on my face. I jump slightly though when I feel pressure on my right knee, I glance down and see Arizona’s hand there, running gentle circles on the inside of my thigh. I clear my throat gently, trying to maintain some semblance of control in front of Christina. I pop another grape into my mouth. Anything to distract me from Arizona’s touch. I close my eyes briefly as I feel Arizona’s hand move up my thigh just a little. When I open them, I glance over at the blonde, who is still maintaining her cover of reading, but I can see a slight smile adorning her face.
Christina is staring at me inquisitively, like she just asked me something and I haven’t responded yet. I know that I have a total look of guilt on my face; I know that there is a strong blush forming over most of my body with each movement of Arizona’s hand. I know that my breathing has become slightly irregular. I make the decision that instant to get out of there before things escalate beyond my control. I clear my throat and stand up.
“Um, I have a case that I need to check in on” I say it probably a little too quickly, Christina’s eyes continue to look at me questioningly. “Dr. Robbins, do you think you would be able to, give me a hand with this one?”
Arizona looks up from her book as if I had entirely interrupted her from something very important. “But, I just got to a really, really good chapter” She replies with a pout.
“Its kind of important Dr. Robbins.” I say staring her down before a smile falls across her face. I know Christina is watching our exchange quite curiously. I can even see a faint glimmer of acknowledgement as she watches us.
“Well, if you insist Dr. Torres” Arizona says begrudgingly as she stands up and puts her book away, following me as I walk quickly towards the nearest on-call room.
As soon as I enter with Arizona in tow I can help but push her against the wall, my lips finding hers in an instant. Her body responds instantly, her hands finding their way into my hair as she pulls the kiss in deeper.
“That was entirely unfair” I say breathlessly as my lips move down to her neck forcing her to moan slightly.
“What was?” She replies innocently causing me to laugh gently.
“That little stunt in the cafeteria” I continue moving my mouth across her jaw line, enjoying the effect that it has on the blonde in front of me as a blush forms on her chest. “How am I supposed to be able to control myself when you do things like that”. I look up at her briefly, allowing our eyes to interlock.
“Its not my fault you had to eat your grapes so damn seductively” she replies with a huge grin.
I raise my eyebrow slightly, my left hand finding its way to the back of her scrub top, pushing it up slightly so that my fingers can graze the skin of the small of her back. Her body arches into it instantly causing her body to press into mine. “You were supposed to be reading”
“I have very good peripheral vision” she replies with a cheeky grin before pulling my lips back to hers.
“Will she be able to sit on her butt again, or will she have to carry around one of those toilet seats for the rest of her life” one of Tricia’s friends asks as I adjust the bed that Tricia is laying on.
“She’ll have full use of her butt in a few weeks” I reply with a small laugh.
“I am so honoured to be filling in for you as captain” Her friend tells her as I continue going through Tricia’s chart.
“You’re filling in for me as captain?” Tricia asks softly.
“I prayed on it and God seemed to think it’s the right move.” Her friend continues, I can’t help but roll my eyes.
“Oh, ok” Tricia replies in not much more than a whisper.
“And I don’t want you to worry I called Randy and I think I might have convinced him to still take you to homecoming even though your face and your butts all messed up” her friend says, continuing to harass her. Tricia is looking more and more upset by the minute but is trying desperately to hide it.
“I bet he’ll take you, he’s classy that way” one of her other friends chime in.
“Ok, so now that we have established that Randy is a classy guy, visiting time is over” I jump in trying to give this girl some relief from the onslaught her supposed friends are giving her.
“Bye sweetie” one of the friend says quickly before leaving.
“I hope they don’t ruin your face” anther friend finishes.
“Go” I yell, trying to finally get rid of them. When they finally leave I five Tricia my best sympathetic face. “Kinda sucks huh? Little manicured vultures”
“My life is over, my life is over” Tricia says in almost tears. I look at her in absolute disbelief.
“Do you think she’ll recover full function of her knee?” Karev asks as we perform surgery on Tricia’s knee.
“I hope so cause if she doesn’t get back on the Pom Pom brigade her life is totally over, man you’d think the way they treat her she would be ready to ditch the whole thing but no.” I reply, not being able to understand how she continues to hang around with people that obviously don’t care about her.
“Of course she’s not going to walk away from that, its her life, its her identity, it’s the only way she understands herself in the world.” Mark says softly from where he is working on Tricia’s face.
“mmm hmm. I heard one of the sweet young things told Mark he looked like her dad today” I say jokingly to Karev causing him to laugh slightly.
“What does that have to do with anything?” Mark says looking up at me slightly hurt.
“You just seem really empathetic to her plight, you know loss of identity, shattered self image” I say with laugh
“Well you seem pretty happy about what happened to her” Karev says looking at me over his scrub mask
“Or she’s just happy cause Stevens and O’Malley hit the skids” Mark says looking at Karev.
“Didn’t I tell you not to tell anybody” I reply, still unable to hide the smirk on my face, even under the scrub mask.
The surgery was a success. Sitting there with Tricia explaining what we were able to do, she still has a look of utter defeat on her face.
“I am never going to be captain again” she says frustrated and upset.
“You know I was fired from a job recently” I reply trying to console her.
“You were fired from being a doctor and they let you cut open my ass” she replies interrupting me.
“Ok shut your trap for 8 seconds and let me finish” I jump in quickly with annoyance in my voice. “I didn’t get fired from being a doctor, I got fired from being like, well our version of squad captain. Which is mostly about organising crap, not about surgery.” The tone in my voice has softened now as I try to let her know what I have recently been through.
“So?” Tricia replies not grasping what I’m trying to say.
“So, I got to go back to the part that I like, which its kind of a gift.” I say with a smile as a look of realisation finally dawns on her face.
“Do you want something to drink Calliope?” Arizona asks me as we enter her apartment after an incredibly, long exhausting day. I watch as she walks over to the fridge and opens it, searching through the contents. I can’t help the massive grin that forms on my face every time I take the time to watch her. Everything she does, she does with a bounce in her step. In anybody else I think it would annoy me, but from her it’s absolutely awe-inspiring.
I walk softly over to where she is bent over so as not to surprise her. My hand traces down the length of her spine causing her to jump slightly at the contact. She slowly rises on the spot and turns. Her eyes searching my face, growing darker every second that we stand there as I wrap my arms around her waist pulling her into me. I raise my hand to the side of her face and allow my finger to trace down the side of her neck, a small hint of accomplishment floods through my body when she moans gently at the contact.
“I think its time for us to….” I start before being interrupted by her lips crushing against mine. Her need obvious as she pushes me backwards against the kitchen bench radiating throughout her body. Her tongue sliding in first gently then more forcefully as she puts more pressure against my body. Her leg sliding in between mine putting pressure against my already aroused centre. Its almost like she has become possessed. Like every inch of her is aching to take me, right there.
“Whoa, Arizona. I thought we would take it slow.” I say exasperated as her lips start to trace a line down my neck forcing me to moan softly at the touch of her lips on my skin.
“Please Calliope, please, no more slow. I don’t think I could handle one more day of going slow” She says pleading with me with her eyes before returning her lips to my neck and moving her hands down to the front of my jeans, quickly and expertly undoing the buttons. “This has been absolute torture for me.” She says breathlessly as she pushes the jeans down my legs, causing me to shiver as the air finally hits them. “Do you have any idea how much you turn me on?” Her hands fall to the base of my shirt, passionately pulling it free from my body, leaving me there in just my bra and panties. The look of pure lust on her face is exhilarating. It makes me feel like my whole body is humming.
“Every time you touch me, look at me, kiss me, all I can think of is taking you right there. No matter where it is. No matter who is there. Its all I’ve been able to think of” Her hands fall to the top of her skirt, pushing it down quickly before quickly extricating herself of her own shirt as well. I have never seen Arizona so flushed with passion before, so totally at a loss of control. Every inch of her looks like she is ready to consume me. Her leg slides back into its place between my thighs, pressing harder against me. Instinctually I start to grind against her. Her tongue seeking entry once more into my mouth as she pushes rhythmically against me. I can feel the arousal pooling between my thighs as she continues her assault. Her hands running up my torso and brushing across the hardness of my flesh beneath the lace of my bra.
My breathing is becoming more ragged by the second. The lust in my body building towards a point that I feel like I'm about to lose control. Almost too easily she unclasps my bra allowing it to fall to the ground in a heap with the other clothes. When her mouth starts to move downwards I cant help but shudder as she traces along my clavicle with her tongue, down the valley of my breasts and clasps her mouth around one of my very erect nipples. She sucks hard against it, her teeth grazing it slightly causing me to buck my hips as I let my hands fall into her hair and pull her in closer. Her other hand running gentle, repetitive circles on the other breast.
It feels in that moment that everything has frozen in place. Everything is about me and her and the passion that is rapidly consuming us. When she releases my nipple from her mouth and starts travelling lower down my abdomen, leaving slick trails of saliva on my skin I moan her name. As her fingers slide into the inside of my panties and start edging them downwards I throw my head back in ecstasy at the thought of what’s coming. I can feel her hot breath against my heated core, her hands wrapping themselves around my thighs as she forces them to open more, to allow herself more access.
The soft flick of her tongue against my wetness is almost enough to push me over the edge. She seems to be fuelled further by the taste of me, I lower my eyes and connect them with hers. I cant help but think I have never seen anything so erotic in my life. To see how utterly she is consumed by the lust that is driving her, its almost driving me crazy. As her tongue starts to slide through my folds I can feel my whole body start to shake. Her ability to get me to this point so quickly amazes me beyond belief, but then everything about Arizona Robbins amazes me.
I can feel the sweat start to form on my body as she pushes me further and further towards release. I place my hands onto the back of her head, guiding her upwards to the place where I am begging to be touched. I feel the culmination of the weeks of tension between us come cascading in waves when she complies and bring her mouth over my swollen nerve centre. My moans and screams echoing throughout her apartment as every muscle and nerve are sent into the blinding light of orgasm. I can’t see, I can’t breathe. My whole body is overloaded in the pure unadulterated pleasure that is wafting through my body at an exponential pace.
When the stars finally fade from behind my eyes and the world starts to come into focus again I find myself in a heap on the floor. Her smile is radiating at me from beneath my legs as she slowly makes her way up my body. Her lips finding mine as I feel my breathing slowly return to a normal pace. The taste of myself on her lips, the fury of her kisses is enough to start the build of arousal within my body once again. I can’t help but think that maybe I should call in sick tomorrow because I can almost guarantee this is going to be a very long night.