Strawberries & Whip Cream: The Secret Weapon [Part 1]
Title: Strawberries & Whip Cream: The Secret Weapon [Part 1]
Author: JCapzona
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Callie/Arizona
Disclaimer: All television shows and other copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings ext. are the properties of their respective owners. This work is non-profit and simply written for fun. Reference to persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and are not intended to be factual.
Summary: Arizona and Callie are on “No Sex” terms because of Callie’s unfortunate tendency to screw up. No surprises there huh? Angst-free drama.
Author’s Note: I’ve been on a writing hiatus because of midterms but I really wanted to write a fun, non-angsty, calzone fan fic. So here it is! It’s supposed to be a light read and it’s rather short because I plan on updating daily. PS. No I haven’t forgotten about my other fan fic “Because of You I’m Breaking” just that it takes wayyy longer to write that one and I’m supposed to be studying. So I’ll return to that one as soon as midterms are down. Meanwhile. Procrastination comes in the form of this particular fan fic =)
“Arizona, wake up...ARIZONA, I made your favourite! Strawberry ice cream and waffles!” Callie sings teasingly as she prods her sleeping girlfriend with her favourite morning desert. Callie looked smugly over her creation, there’s no way her girlfriend can say no to this. Callie had arranged the fresh strawberries into eyes and smeared a giant smile on the waffle using the rather redundant strawberry ice cream. Arizona liked strawberries. Alot. She liked strawberries. So Callie got up early this morning, went to the store and bought all the strawberries they had, because strawberries were weapons. Weapons against Arizona, weapons that made her weak. Normally, other things made Arizona weak too, but considering the circumstances, strawberries were the only things that Callie could rely on at the moment. Callie even made whip cream dimples on the waffle, swirls of whip cream that made the waffle resemble Arizona. Callie raised one of her eyebrows as she considered the waffle. Yeap. Had Arizona written all over it. To Cristina, this type of breakfast arrangement would induce vomit. But Arizona was not Cristina and the last time Callie had whipped something like this up, it had yielded to other uses with whip cream. Callie grinned as she nudged Arizona again with her elbow, holding her secret strawberry weapon carefully in her hands.
Arizona groggily rubbed her eyes as she blinked at the sight of her nervous girlfriend, her nervous fidgety girlfriend who carried a warm, unsure smile. Arizona reluctantly sat up, popping out of the down sheets she had encased herself in during the night. She wore a grumpy I-don’t-want-to-go-to-school-today-mom look as she took one look at the waffles Callie was offering before slumping back into her pillow and turning the other way. She was still angry and it would take a lot more than ice cream and waffles to redeem Callie’s latest error in their relationship.
Callie’s smile faded in response to Arizona’s reaction. Damn. She was really hoping this would work. She pushed Arizona over as she lay down next to her girlfriend who was now desperately pretending to have returned into her slumber. Callie looked down at Arizona and couldn’t help but be stunned at her gorgeous she looked, even having just woken up, Arizona reverberated beauty as she pretended to sleep, her eyes pushing unrealistically tight as she clutched onto her pillow, blond curls falling lightly across her face. Callie sighed loudly as she leaned into Arizona, who was now edging away discreetly, trying to avoid such close body contact. Arizona knew close body contact wasn’t good. Especially when they were on the bed. Something that Arizona had discovered early in their relationship. Close body contact led to forgiveness. Close body contact led to submission. Arizona wanted to make a point. Make a stance. So close body contact wasn’t good.
Callie grinned as an idea struck her. She pushed herself onto the still “sleeping” Arizona as Callie let her curves fit effortlessly against Arizona’s body. Callie laughed as she heard Arizona’s breathing hitch. Callie’s plan was working.
“It sure is a shame my girlfriend isn’t going to eat this delicious, mouth-watering strawberry ice cream waffle that I made ESPECIALLY for her. I wonder who will have these fresh-picked strawberries? Or this mmmmmmm....whip cream?” Callie slyly wondered aloud, dabbing her finger in the whip cream and sucking on it with her eyes closed, exuding a rather sexy image as she elaborated on the yummy goodness of the unwanted breakfast. Callie smacked her lips unnecessarily loud as she dangled one of the strawberries in front of Arizona, who had now turned to face Callie with defiance in her eyes. Callie continued her narration, unperturbed by the fact that Arizona’s eyes were now slits as she glared at Callie. “Oh DARN, I guess I’ll just have to sit here and eat this soft strawberry ice cream which just HAPPENS to be a certain someone’s favourite and was out of stock for a whole month...” Callie’s taunting was cut short as Arizona lunged across her to grab the breakfast out of her hands. Before Callie could celebrate her victory, Arizona had leapt out of bed and walked towards the closet. Guarding her breakfast like a hawk she yanked some clothes out of the wardrobe and turned to face her girlfriend with her best look of irritation.
“This doesn’t change anything. I’m still mad at you Calliope.” Arizona mumbled while biting down on her waffle. She was secretly ecstatic from the strawberry ice cream melting in her mouth, how she had longed for this sweet sensation for a month now, but the stores were out of stock and she had been left with the choice of other less lovable flavours. Despite her bliss, Arizona wasn’t about to show forgiveness to Callie. Not just yet. Not after what happened last night.
Callie’s amused smirk turned into a pout which was more often found on Arizona than herself, yet nevertheless used by Callie on rare occasions. Occasions like these called for childish weapons and since Callie had spent the night sleeping on the couch last night, she was desperate for any form of weaponry that could possibly lead to her re-claim of a spot beside Arizona.
“Arizonaaaaa...” Callie whined stomping her feet as she got up, something quite out of character for her but desperate times call for desperate measures, “I said I was sorrrrry...” Callie continued, playing up the pout by pushing her two index fingers together at the tip and making apologetic puppy dog eyes. “Besides, I already had to sleep on the cold hard couch last night cause you wouldn’t let me come to bed with you and it was so not fair cause you purposely wore your sexy tank top and short short pjs that you know I love!” Callie grumbled, fighting the odds as Arizona stood there, desperately trying to withhold a bemused laugh. As Callie stared at her girlfriend she couldn’t help but bite her bottom lip at what stood before her. Arizona was still wearing those sexy pjs which revealed her amazingly toned and perfectly tanned legs. She was also wearing a thin black tank top that emphasized her cleavage in a subtle sexy way. Arizona frowned as she watched her girlfriend brazenly check her out.
“OH! Oh no, you don’t get to check me out! Not after what you did!” Arizona yelled, exerting all her effort in order to keep up with her angry facade. She took the bundle of work clothes she had just pulled out of the wardrobe and used it to cover her legs. Yeap. She had sexy legs. Legs that she knew drove Callie crazy. What else is new? Arizona wasn’t above withholding sex (as she proved last night by making Callie sleep on the couch) and she certainly wasn’t going to stand there while Callie leered at her. “Go outside, I have to change!” Arizona ordered as she pulled Callie off the bed and pushed her towards the bedroom door.
“WHAT!?” Callie yelled, disgruntled at this sudden change of events. “I’m not even ALLOWED TO LOOK?!” She whimpered, “I made you waffles! And..and ice cream!” Callie pleaded as she felt herself guided rather aggressively out of the bedroom. Callie desperately tried to slow down her march of death by leaning down on Arizona as she felt herself coming close to the entrance of her bedroom.
“Too bad Calliope. I told you. No sex until you fix what you broke. No sex. That means no sex physically and...” Arizona explained, unfazed by Callie’s puppy dog eyes. She laughed at her girlfriend’s pathetic attempt. Arizona practically INVENTED puppy dog eyes and pouting. There was no way this would work on her. Nope. No way.
“BUT WE WEREN’T EVEN HAVING SEX!” Callie whined, her words tinged with regret, from outside the bedroom as she stood facing Arizona who was now talking to her while holding the door slightly ajar.
Arizona continued with a smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth, “No sex Calliope. Even if it’s just in your mind. Nope. Na-uh. I’m not going to let you gawk at me and my legs while mentally having sex with me. NOPE.” And with that she slams the door on her sexually-frustrated Calliope. Just as Callie turns to leave, grumbling at her misfortune while maintaining the image of her girlfriend in sexy pjs in her head, Arizona pops open the bedroom door once more with a dimple-displaying grin on her face. “Oh, and I SOoO did not wear these PJs for you Calliope. So stop mentally undressing me. Because these pjs? Nope. Not for you.” And with that, Arizona slammed the door on her cursing girlfriend before giggling to herself. Because these PJs? Sooo for her.
Author: JCapzona
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Callie/Arizona
Disclaimer: All television shows and other copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings ext. are the properties of their respective owners. This work is non-profit and simply written for fun. Reference to persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and are not intended to be factual.
Summary: Arizona and Callie are on “No Sex” terms because of Callie’s unfortunate tendency to screw up. No surprises there huh? Angst-free drama.
Author’s Note: I’ve been on a writing hiatus because of midterms but I really wanted to write a fun, non-angsty, calzone fan fic. So here it is! It’s supposed to be a light read and it’s rather short because I plan on updating daily. PS. No I haven’t forgotten about my other fan fic “Because of You I’m Breaking” just that it takes wayyy longer to write that one and I’m supposed to be studying. So I’ll return to that one as soon as midterms are down. Meanwhile. Procrastination comes in the form of this particular fan fic =)
“Arizona, wake up...ARIZONA, I made your favourite! Strawberry ice cream and waffles!” Callie sings teasingly as she prods her sleeping girlfriend with her favourite morning desert. Callie looked smugly over her creation, there’s no way her girlfriend can say no to this. Callie had arranged the fresh strawberries into eyes and smeared a giant smile on the waffle using the rather redundant strawberry ice cream. Arizona liked strawberries. Alot. She liked strawberries. So Callie got up early this morning, went to the store and bought all the strawberries they had, because strawberries were weapons. Weapons against Arizona, weapons that made her weak. Normally, other things made Arizona weak too, but considering the circumstances, strawberries were the only things that Callie could rely on at the moment. Callie even made whip cream dimples on the waffle, swirls of whip cream that made the waffle resemble Arizona. Callie raised one of her eyebrows as she considered the waffle. Yeap. Had Arizona written all over it. To Cristina, this type of breakfast arrangement would induce vomit. But Arizona was not Cristina and the last time Callie had whipped something like this up, it had yielded to other uses with whip cream. Callie grinned as she nudged Arizona again with her elbow, holding her secret strawberry weapon carefully in her hands.
Arizona groggily rubbed her eyes as she blinked at the sight of her nervous girlfriend, her nervous fidgety girlfriend who carried a warm, unsure smile. Arizona reluctantly sat up, popping out of the down sheets she had encased herself in during the night. She wore a grumpy I-don’t-want-to-go-to-school-today-mom look as she took one look at the waffles Callie was offering before slumping back into her pillow and turning the other way. She was still angry and it would take a lot more than ice cream and waffles to redeem Callie’s latest error in their relationship.
Callie’s smile faded in response to Arizona’s reaction. Damn. She was really hoping this would work. She pushed Arizona over as she lay down next to her girlfriend who was now desperately pretending to have returned into her slumber. Callie looked down at Arizona and couldn’t help but be stunned at her gorgeous she looked, even having just woken up, Arizona reverberated beauty as she pretended to sleep, her eyes pushing unrealistically tight as she clutched onto her pillow, blond curls falling lightly across her face. Callie sighed loudly as she leaned into Arizona, who was now edging away discreetly, trying to avoid such close body contact. Arizona knew close body contact wasn’t good. Especially when they were on the bed. Something that Arizona had discovered early in their relationship. Close body contact led to forgiveness. Close body contact led to submission. Arizona wanted to make a point. Make a stance. So close body contact wasn’t good.
Callie grinned as an idea struck her. She pushed herself onto the still “sleeping” Arizona as Callie let her curves fit effortlessly against Arizona’s body. Callie laughed as she heard Arizona’s breathing hitch. Callie’s plan was working.
“It sure is a shame my girlfriend isn’t going to eat this delicious, mouth-watering strawberry ice cream waffle that I made ESPECIALLY for her. I wonder who will have these fresh-picked strawberries? Or this mmmmmmm....whip cream?” Callie slyly wondered aloud, dabbing her finger in the whip cream and sucking on it with her eyes closed, exuding a rather sexy image as she elaborated on the yummy goodness of the unwanted breakfast. Callie smacked her lips unnecessarily loud as she dangled one of the strawberries in front of Arizona, who had now turned to face Callie with defiance in her eyes. Callie continued her narration, unperturbed by the fact that Arizona’s eyes were now slits as she glared at Callie. “Oh DARN, I guess I’ll just have to sit here and eat this soft strawberry ice cream which just HAPPENS to be a certain someone’s favourite and was out of stock for a whole month...” Callie’s taunting was cut short as Arizona lunged across her to grab the breakfast out of her hands. Before Callie could celebrate her victory, Arizona had leapt out of bed and walked towards the closet. Guarding her breakfast like a hawk she yanked some clothes out of the wardrobe and turned to face her girlfriend with her best look of irritation.
“This doesn’t change anything. I’m still mad at you Calliope.” Arizona mumbled while biting down on her waffle. She was secretly ecstatic from the strawberry ice cream melting in her mouth, how she had longed for this sweet sensation for a month now, but the stores were out of stock and she had been left with the choice of other less lovable flavours. Despite her bliss, Arizona wasn’t about to show forgiveness to Callie. Not just yet. Not after what happened last night.
Callie’s amused smirk turned into a pout which was more often found on Arizona than herself, yet nevertheless used by Callie on rare occasions. Occasions like these called for childish weapons and since Callie had spent the night sleeping on the couch last night, she was desperate for any form of weaponry that could possibly lead to her re-claim of a spot beside Arizona.
“Arizonaaaaa...” Callie whined stomping her feet as she got up, something quite out of character for her but desperate times call for desperate measures, “I said I was sorrrrry...” Callie continued, playing up the pout by pushing her two index fingers together at the tip and making apologetic puppy dog eyes. “Besides, I already had to sleep on the cold hard couch last night cause you wouldn’t let me come to bed with you and it was so not fair cause you purposely wore your sexy tank top and short short pjs that you know I love!” Callie grumbled, fighting the odds as Arizona stood there, desperately trying to withhold a bemused laugh. As Callie stared at her girlfriend she couldn’t help but bite her bottom lip at what stood before her. Arizona was still wearing those sexy pjs which revealed her amazingly toned and perfectly tanned legs. She was also wearing a thin black tank top that emphasized her cleavage in a subtle sexy way. Arizona frowned as she watched her girlfriend brazenly check her out.
“OH! Oh no, you don’t get to check me out! Not after what you did!” Arizona yelled, exerting all her effort in order to keep up with her angry facade. She took the bundle of work clothes she had just pulled out of the wardrobe and used it to cover her legs. Yeap. She had sexy legs. Legs that she knew drove Callie crazy. What else is new? Arizona wasn’t above withholding sex (as she proved last night by making Callie sleep on the couch) and she certainly wasn’t going to stand there while Callie leered at her. “Go outside, I have to change!” Arizona ordered as she pulled Callie off the bed and pushed her towards the bedroom door.
“WHAT!?” Callie yelled, disgruntled at this sudden change of events. “I’m not even ALLOWED TO LOOK?!” She whimpered, “I made you waffles! And..and ice cream!” Callie pleaded as she felt herself guided rather aggressively out of the bedroom. Callie desperately tried to slow down her march of death by leaning down on Arizona as she felt herself coming close to the entrance of her bedroom.
“Too bad Calliope. I told you. No sex until you fix what you broke. No sex. That means no sex physically and...” Arizona explained, unfazed by Callie’s puppy dog eyes. She laughed at her girlfriend’s pathetic attempt. Arizona practically INVENTED puppy dog eyes and pouting. There was no way this would work on her. Nope. No way.
“BUT WE WEREN’T EVEN HAVING SEX!” Callie whined, her words tinged with regret, from outside the bedroom as she stood facing Arizona who was now talking to her while holding the door slightly ajar.
Arizona continued with a smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth, “No sex Calliope. Even if it’s just in your mind. Nope. Na-uh. I’m not going to let you gawk at me and my legs while mentally having sex with me. NOPE.” And with that she slams the door on her sexually-frustrated Calliope. Just as Callie turns to leave, grumbling at her misfortune while maintaining the image of her girlfriend in sexy pjs in her head, Arizona pops open the bedroom door once more with a dimple-displaying grin on her face. “Oh, and I SOoO did not wear these PJs for you Calliope. So stop mentally undressing me. Because these pjs? Nope. Not for you.” And with that, Arizona slammed the door on her cursing girlfriend before giggling to herself. Because these PJs? Sooo for her.