In Which Calliope And Texas, Austin and Arizona Fall In Love. 3/5
Title: 'In Which Calliope And Texas, Austin and Arizona Fall In Love. 2/?
Author: izziengeorge
Pairing: Calliope/Arizona
Rating: R
Disclaimer: All Belongs To ABC And Shondaland, make no money and mean no harm.
Summary:
"In Which Calliope, Austin, Texas and Arizona fall in love." Part 3/5
Arizona disappears for two weeks. No calls, no texts, nothing. Callie wants answers -- she really, really wants them. Arizona doesn't call and Callie has to move into her big empty house, alone. She feels lonely for the first time in months and she loathes the feeling, so she digs into her liquor cabinet.
Arizona has had the entire goddamned weekend.
Saturday comes and goes. On Sunday morning, the doorbell rings. Callie, drunk as can be, stumbles from the couch and glares at the door. Who the hell rings someone’s doorbell at 7 am? Maybe it’s a Girl Scout? With Thin Mints as the incentive, Callie stumbles from the couch to the door and yanks it open. She blinks once, twice, slams the door shut, turns around and stomps up the stairs as proudly as she can in the state she’s in.
"Did you just slam the door in my face?!?," an alarmingly high-pitched voice demands from the bottom of the stairs. Callie just continues on to her bedroom, slamming that door shut in Arizona’s face as well.
"Calliope..." Arizona stops dead in her tracks as she enters the bedroom, Callie thinks she’d better, because she had painted it just for her: warm tones, a bay window overlooking the river. I totally beat Shepherd to it, she thinks smugly. Arizona’s eyes are glazed as she stares at Callie and she looks ethereally beautiful in the soft morning light. Through her drunken haze, Callie wonders where all her anger went. But damn. Arizona looks breathtaking standing in her bedroom.
"I don't want to talk right now," She murmurs. Callie knows if she were sober, there would be yelling and cursing, she would want to know everything that happened, everything that's going to happen. In this moment though, Callie just wants to touch her, tangle her fingers in that impossibly sexy hair and devour every inch of Arizona's soft skin. Arizona must see something in Callie's eyes, because her eyes are darker and she’s making strides towards Callie.
"I’ve missed you." Arizona's wraps her arms around Callie. One hand is in her hair, pulling her mouth closer. The other, clenching a handful of Callie’s shirt. She has never kissed Arizona like this, so violently she feels her teeth graze Arizona's tongue. She bites. Her moan only makes Callie's mouth open wider, her tongue plunging deeper in her mouth. Nevermind Arizona. Callie's never kissed anyone like this.
They pull and push against each other as they kiss, parting for only a second as Callie rips open the clasp of Arizona's bra. She feels light-headed as they tumble towards the bed and her weight settles on top of Arizona. Callie has no idea where her shirt has gone, but when Arizona's hands begin to roughly handle her bare breasts pinching her sensitive nipples, she just can’t be bothered. They break away, panting. She's so turned on that she can barely see, let alone breathe properly.
"Calliope." Arizona voice is hushed in the bedroom. It sounds strained against Callie's ears, but she needs this, to feel connected to the woman beneath her.
Her lips move to the underside of a breast, her tongue grazing a hardening nipple, her teeth scraping against Arizona's pale, unblemished, fucking perfect hips.
"God."
Callie lets both her hands cup Arizona's breasts as she struggles to get Callie undressed. When Callie is finally naked, Arizona tries to roll her over, to rush things, to take control...but Callie feels a lazy sexual need fill her. Her mouth covers Arizona’s while her fingers thrust into her. The blond arches into her hands. Callie lets her tongue glide into the blond's mouth, as her fingers follow the same pattern. Arizona has to pull her head away to steal a breath.
"Jesus," she pants. Callie’s hunger rises. She wants to be rough. She doesn't know where the impulse comes from, but she can't deny it.
"Turn around."
“What?”
“Turn. Around.”
Arizona moans over the loss of contact as Callie's fingers slip out of her. She’s going to complain, but then she takes one look at Callie's face: hidden in the shadows, mouth parted, eyes dark. Without a word, she turns over.
Callie doesn't give her any warning as she bites Arizona’s shoulder, and plunges three fingers into her roughly. Arizona's arms tremble as she tries to hold herself up. Callie latches her mouth to the back of Arizona's neck, her free hand tugging on blond curls; the other, pushing into the woman beneath her. The bed groans under the pressure of each thrust. When Arizona falls over the edge, Callie doesn't feels satisfied, not in the least. She rolls the limp blond over and sinks into her embrace, kissing her way down Arizona's body. She feels right at home.
People complain about the heat in Arizona. Callie? She can't seem to get enough of it.
She wakes to the sunset and she hates her room for a moment, just briefly as her head pounds. But she turns her head and changes her mind: the woman is on her side, white sheets just covering her breasts; eyes sleepily drifting over Callie's features. Arizona is fucking beautiful.
Callie feels a shot of clarity come over her.
"YOU HAVE A CHILD!" Arizona jumps at the sound shrill sound of her voice.
"Calliope..." She tries to reason with her.
"You have a child!"
"Yes, but it's comp-"
"Gold star lesbian my ass, you have a chi-" Callie yells, pulling herself from the bed.
"-YES, I have a child, but the...penis was a friend’s penis, and there was...no sex." Callie’s eyebrow raises alarmingly high at her choice of words.
"What? Jesus felt bad because you like vagina, and magically got you pregnant?" Arizona sits up and the sheet falls, pooling at her belly. Callie is suddenly distracted. Arizona's eyes widen and she leans her head forward, like she’s talking to a child.
"Artificial insemination," she says slowly.
Really great doctor, Callie, goddamn asshat.
Callie sighs and looks at Arizona, she finally sees the things she missed the night before. In your haste to fuck her, a voice reprimands her in her head. She looks so tired, stressed, hurt. She crawls back into the bed and takes Arizona into her arms. peppering her face with kisses.
"Tell me?" She whispers into Arizona's hair.
"They were my best friends, and I wanted a kid. I asked Adam and he said yes. Kim found out and she went crazy. She told me the baby was as much hers as it was mine. And she was going to take me to court if I didn't forfeit custody. But he was mine. You know?"Arizona's voice is quiet and choppy.
"I know." She doesn't, though. How could she?
"I told Kim that I was going to keep him. She was livid. Adam took her side -- even after everything we've been through, he took her side. She took me to court as soon as he was born. I tried to fight it, but who would you choose?," she laughs harshly. "A bouncy, blond lesbian? Or a couple who thought they could trust a friend, and were betrayed?"
Callie pulls Arizona's head back and makes her look at her.
"A couple who thought they could take advantage of you. You didn't do anything wrong. Look at me. They were wrong." Callie voice is filled with conviction, despite knowing she’s missing chunks of the story...but she knows Arizona.
"Calliope, he divorced her. He wants to give me custody." Arizona looks so hopeful, Callie can't voice her doubts.
"...oh."
"Was that a ‘good oh’ or a ‘bad oh’?" Her voice is worried.
"It was an ‘I-don't-know-oh’." Callie whispers back.
"...oh." Arizona goes to pull away, but Callie presses her back against her.
"Want to have dinner tonight?"
"I have Austin. That's his name, by the way." Callie smirks at her and Arizona smiles back, knowing exactly what she walked into.
"Austin, really? What are we going to name our kids, cause these trendy southern state names are going fast. Seriously. We better start popping them out now, New Mexico is going to be our only option if we don't hurry." Callie spreads Arizona's legs and drops in between them. Her mocking face sending Arizona into a fit of giggles.
"Bring Austin. I need someone to play Rock Band with anyway. You suck on the drums."
Arizona laughs, but Callie is dead serious.
Porn is impossible not to write, JC & SR make me feel all fluttery inside and then I get these thoughts, like "CALLIOPE/ARIZONA SEX", I also always scream it out loud.
Its hard to make friends.