Scar Tissue (Part Two) -- Chapter 28-B
Part A
**Important Note**: Anyone curious what Callie's leg brace design looks like, it would be a compilation of these. I'm not a physical therapist so I'm sure there are technicalities i'm missing out on, but for visual reference, those are similar to what I reference in the chapter, attached as one solid piece.
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Callie felt dirty. Not the sexy, coy, good kind of dirty where nakedness was sure to follow, but the kind of dirty where she was keeping secrets and being sneaky behind Arizona’s back. In the grand scheme of things it was a stupid way to feel, considering the project she was working, but nonetheless she felt guilty after almost getting caught that morning.
For weeks now she had been holed up in her lab, alternating between cartilage experiments and her newest pet project of designing a customized leg brace. It was a complex experiment at best and she was determined to make sure it could work before she breathed a word to anyone, especially her girlfriend.
By now in her recovery, it was clear that Arizona would have some functionality issues in the long term. If patient and careful, she could still be able to walk without crutches or a cane on a regular basis. The purpose of the brace was to keep her knee in place and take as much pressure off of the damaged muscle as possible. In theory, it would allow Arizona more stability while taking some of the strain off of her body that came with physically demanding shift work. Callie’s goal was to have it slimmed down and as non-invasive as possible by the time it was finished. Too clunky and it would be impractical for use in the OR or a busy emergency room; too delicate and it wouldn’t offer enough support or protection for the leg.
When she wasn’t in surgery, most of her spare time was spent tinkering away in the darkness of her lab. Sometimes she lost whole afternoons to the cause, like today. She hadn’t studied a clock in hours when there was a light rap on the door that finally caught her attention.
Thinking it was one of her coworkers, she called out for them to enter while in the midst of working a socket wrench around one of the troublesome joints. There were three lab desks in the room, the third of which ran along the far wall where she was working with her back to the door. She didn’t bother looking over her shoulder until it closed again and the rustle of a plastic bag caught her attention.
“Hey,” Arizona greeted cheerfully, standing at the front table while she unloaded their dinner.
Callie jumped so hard that she knocked a few of her tools flying. The initial panic made it hard to coordinate her limbs as she haphazardly gathered pieces together and stuffed everything into a drawer by her belly. It only closed about halfway and the brace protruded through the opening despite a few hard shoves.
Luckily, Arizona was focused on laying out the food. “Cristina says you’ve been locked up in here all day, so I came to spring you for dinner. I know, I know, you’re busy,” she added quickly, “which is exactly why I brought the food to you. The wine is chilling at home for when you get off shift.” She finally looked up and flashed Callie a bright smile. “I’m an awesome girlfriend, by the way, so you can thank me later with sexual favours.”
Callie’s too-bright smile was pretty conspicuous. “Great!” she gushed as she whirled around, doing her best to block the drawer from view. “That’s, that’s - that’s really great, t-thank you. You’re great. Awesome. Perfect.”
The odd inflection made Arizona frown. “When was the last time you set foot outside? You sound kind of jittery.”
Callie blinked twice, then three times as she scrambled for an answer. “Uh, I dunno. What time is it?” She swallowed so hard that Arizona could hear her gulp in air.
“Almost five,” she said, checking her watch.
This time Callie managed genuine surprise. “Wow. Guess I’ve been in here for quite a while then.” She laughed nervously. “Oops.”
Arizona released a dramatic sigh and abandoned the food, hobbling her way around the table and toward the back of the room. “See? This is why you need me. Otherwise you’d waste away and years later they would find your skeleton in this lab, surrounded by all of your…huh.”
It was only when she took in their surroundings and the utter lack of research material that her brow creased in confusion. “Where’s all of your cartilage stuff? I thought it would be a lot messier in here.” She spotted a stack of papers sitting on the table to her left and reached for them.
Callie lunged forward, abandoning the back counter to snatch the mess away from curious hands. They all pertained to the brace and not her cartilage research. “Nothing,” she said in a rush, quickly tossing the whole lot into the far sink. At least it was dry, although it wasn’t exactly an inconspicuous move on her part. She was truly awful at playing it cool.
Arizona fixed her with an incredulous stare. “Are you okay? How much caffeine have you had today?”
“Oh, the usual,” Callie said, stepping forward to kiss her on the cheek before brushing by and heading for the food. It was her last ditch effort to reroute the blonde’s attention. “Wow, you really went all out on dinner, huh? This looks amazing.”
Rather than fall for the distraction, Arizona’s gaze fell directly on the drawer she now realized Callie had been standing in front of. Curiosity piqued, she ditched her crutches on the nearest table. Two hop-jumps later and she reached the spot her partner had just vacated.
Callie looked up a second too late and her heart flew into her throat. She practically tripped over herself in an attempt to head off the discovery. “No, wait, it’s not-”
Arizona ignored her and pulled the drawer open.
Callie stopped short, grimacing hard. “-finished,” she added weakly. “Crap. I really wanted it to be a surprise.”
With great care, Arizona extracted the device, sweeping her eyes along the impressive and complicated mixture of parts.
It appeared to be a combination of two separate braces - a hinged, elite style knee brace that was connected to a lower leg rod-and-boot creation. It latched mid-thigh and continued all the way to the bottom of the foot. There were metal support rods on either side, above and below the knee, stabilizing the joint’s flexibility. The lower pair connected to what looked like a supportive foot brace that curved underneath the heel, presumably cushioned on the inside to minimize weight carried by her damaged muscles. It encompassed half of the foot and was slim enough to fit inside a shoe. The whole design was unlike anything she had ever seen before and it served a mixture of purposes, most of which her orthopedic genius of a girlfriend would have to explain.
“I’m still working out how to fit this thing in,” Callie added after a beat, pulling a compression sleeve out of the drawer and tossing it onto the counter. The element of surprise was ruined, so she figured it couldn’t hurt to give Arizona the full picture. The calf sleeve was an elasticized slip designed to compress the lower leg and keep both muscles and ligaments from straining while in use. “You need to put it on separately, but I can figure out a way to hook it together once you’re wearing it. I think. It’ll take me a couple more weeks to get everything right, and then there are countless adjustments to make, and you need to try it in physical therapy to see if it’ll even work…” She trailed off, running out of air and hurried explanations.
“Callie,” Arizona finally breathed, tracing her fingertips along the material. “It’s...”
“Unfinished.” Callie released a heavy sigh and rubbed the bridge of her nose. “I didn’t want to show you until it was done, only now you know, so...what do you think?”
Arizona was almost speechless. “You built this for me?” she whispered, lifting her eyes.
Callie’s smile was as nervous as Arizona had ever seen it. “Yes,” she answered, “I built it for you. There wasn’t anything on the market that really covered everything you needed, so I figured I’d give it a shot myself. It’ll need adjusting once I can fit it on you, but ultimately it should work.” She paused. “I hope.”
To Callie’s horror, Arizona’s bottom lip gave a wayward tremble and the tell-tale glisten of tears welled up in her eyes. Her stomach dropped like a rock and she quickly stepped forward to take her by the shoulders. “Hey, I’m sorry, you don’t have to use it,” she soothed, stroking a soft cheek. “I should’ve checked with you first, I’m such an idiot. This is totally me overstepping again.”
Arizona leaned into the embrace and wrapped her arms securely around Callie’s neck, catching her by surprise. She hated that she was getting so emotional but the weight of what the other woman had done for her was already settling in.
“Arizona?” Callie murmured, gently rubbing her back. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you.”
That made Arizona laugh, despite her semi-fragile state. Callie could be so clueless sometimes. “Thank you,” she said hoarsely, dropping an affectionate kiss to the edge of the brunette’s jaw. “You have no idea what this...” There was a catch in her voice and she quickly pulled away to steady herself. “You have no idea what this means to me, that you’d do something like this.”
Callie allowed herself to smile. She hadn’t expected the reveal to affect Arizona quite this way, but happy tears she could work with.
“This is like number one-hundred on a long list of things I can never repay you for,” Arizona pointed out, clearing her throat. The initial stir of feelings was under control and she wasn’t worried about crying anymore.
“I’m not looking to be repaid,” Callie argued. “I can’t help you in the way I really want to. I can’t make everything bad that happened disappear. But this? This I can do. I can damn well make sure you walk again and that you’re safe and protected while doing so.”
A dreamy sigh escaped Arizona’s lips as she resigned herself to forever being the black sheep of the relationship. Someday soon she really wanted to do something nice for Callie for a change. At this stage, it could never measure up to the generosity, kindness and patience she had been shown, but she would do her best. Callie was one of a kind and deserved nothing less.
“Can I show you how it works?” Callie asked. She was trying to keep her nervous excitement at bay but failing horribly - her mouth kept twitching while she tried to smother it. It was the sweetest thing Arizona had ever seen.
“Please do,” she smiled, releasing her hold to step back and lean comfortably against the counter.
Given the go-ahead, Callie didn’t hesitate to launch into a long and detailed explanation of what her goals entailed. She showed Arizona the different parts on the brace and how she had combined them from various designs. Her knee would be completely stabilized, which would drastically reduce swelling from overuse. The foot brace would attach to the rods running up the length of her calf, and the inner metal plating and bottom support would keep her full weight from bearing down on the lower half of her leg. Eventually it could be removed if Arizona was able to handle her own weight without assistance, but for now it was designed to ease her body back into every day usage. A full (or even half) shift at work was a hell of a lot more to get through than periodic busy moments at home.
When she was finished, Callie felt the pool of nerves come rushing back. “Is it too much?” she hedged. “Because I don’t want there to be any pressure. I wasn’t trying to step out of place or go behind your back. If you’d rather scrap the idea-”
Arizona took a step forward and guided Callie into a gentle kiss, twisting her fingers into the dark curls she couldn’t seem to get enough of. “It’s perfect,” she murmured, resting their foreheads together. “No one has ever done anything like this for me before.”
Callie managed to smile as the butterflies began to dissipate.
“You keep outdoing yourself,” Arizona added. “I don’t even know what to say. Except thank you, of course.”
“It might take a few tries to get everything right, but I know it’ll work. I won’t stop until it’s perfect.”
Now that she knew what Callie had been up to for the past couple of weeks, Arizona’s whole body was buzzing with excitement. “Can I try it on?”
The request took Callie by surprise. “Really?” When Arizona nodded eagerly, she thought it over and couldn’t find a reason not to. “Yeah, sure. I mean, it’s all pieced together right now, and I could make a few handy adjustments while you’re wearing it… just don’t try to walk yet, okay?”
“Yes ma’am,” Arizona teased. She dropped her hands away and watched Callie bounce on the balls of her feet, infused with the same fierce energy that she loved so much about her.
The orthopedic surgeon slipped seamlessly into work mode, taking the brace to the back counter and spending a few quiet minutes mumbling to herself. The sound of last-minute adjustments being made and tools being discarded haphazardly had Arizona peering over her shoulder, only to get shooed away again. Finally, Callie turned around.
“I’m gonna need you to take off your pants,” she said evenly, dropping her gaze to Arizona’s waist. “If you want, we can go to an on-call room for this.”
Somehow Arizona resisted the urge to turn that into a come-on. “I locked the door when I came in, so we can do it here. No sense in carrying around all of your tools.” She immediately started undoing her belt.
It took a very stern reminder of what a professional would do in her shoes for Callie to peel her eyes away from the sight. They hadn’t had sex in a couple of weeks and she was in a relationship with the hottest woman on the planet. Any time Arizona took her pants off, Callie had dirty thoughts.
So very many dirty thoughts.
“Do you need some help?” Her voice cracked sharply and prompted her to stare at the opposite wall.
Arizona didn’t bother to hide her smirk as she wiggled the jeans down her hips. “Oh, that could be fun.”
Callie gnawed on the inside of her cheek. “Behave. Technically you’re a patient right now.”
“I’m taking my clothes off in your laboratory,” Arizona said coyly. “That hardly makes me a regular patient.”
Suddenly Callie couldn’t seem to stop grinning. “Keep it in your pants, woman,” she mused, moving the brace to the centre table and setting it aside. “Do you need help with those or not?”
Arizona lifted her hands and surrendered pants-removing duty to her girlfriend. “Yes, please.” She stood still, belt and zipper hanging loosely around her thighs.
“God help me,” Callie muttered under her breath as she rolled up her sleeves and stooped down. Try as she might, she failed miserably at keeping her thoughts pure and productive as the smooth expanse of Arizona’s legs revealed themselves. She had to pause and remove her shoes, and in the meantime took a spare second to run a hand across the back of a creamy thigh.
It nearly broke her willpower completely - there were just so many things she could be saying or doing right now - but somehow she managed to get the blonde undressed without misbehaving. She was a little proud of herself for showing such restraint.
Arizona, on the other hand, was pouty at the lack of teasing. They were alone in a dark room together and it would be a shame not to take advantage. It appeared that she needed to amp up her game, so she took a moment to run her fingers through Callie’s hair, marveling at how ridiculously soft and flowy it was. “Thank you, Calliope,” she said innocently.
Callie just about swallowed her tongue. “Mm-hm,” was all she managed in an effort to keep it clean - only Arizona could make her weak in the knees by using her full name that way. She neatly folded the jeans as a distraction and tried not to think about how close her mouth was to...stuff.
A heavy sigh escaped Arizona’s lips. Apparently she needed to spell it out. “Callie?”
“Yeah?” She carefully looked up.
“I don’t think I want to wait until tonight to thank you.”
Oh for the love of-
With her legs shaking beneath her, Callie stood up and set the pants aside, her weak resolve now firmly demolished. “I think we should take care of you first,” she said slowly, pulling her bottom lip into her mouth and sweeping her eyes down in a quick once-over. Only in her dreams did she ever have a half-naked Arizona Robbins alone in her lab. Suddenly the nerves were gone and replaced by a whole new sensation.
Arizona recognized the change of pace immediately. “I’ll follow your lead,” she promised, keeping their eyes locked. She stepped back and planted her palms on the surface of the table in anticipation of pulling herself up.
Callie stepped in and took control. She pressed Arizona into the counter with her hips, temporarily dropping her gaze to the blonde’s mouth before staring casually over her shoulder. She pushed items out of the way behind her, choosing to reach around rather than do it the easy way.
Arizona leaned back as far as she could manage, though it wasn’t enough to keep Callie’s intoxicating scent from filling her nose. Her heart rate tripled and she knew it was all a part of her girlfriend’s master plan.
When the space was cleared, Callie didn’t hesitate before curving both hands around the swell of Arizona’s ass. They flexed in a firm grasp, earning a sharp jolt, before rounding down to the back of her thighs. Blunt nails left little half-moon marks that would be visible later as she gave another tell-tale squeeze before hoisting her up.
Callie’s ability to manhandle her never ceased to turn Arizona on. Never before had she been with a woman so sure of her strength and so willing to use it to her advantage. The hands that spent their days breaking and mending bones were both subtle and caressing, and always so careful with her that Arizona loved every minute of it.
She wasn’t without game of her own. Callie tried to step away and instead found herself trapped between Arizona’s legs. “Not so fast,” she husked, slinking both arms around the brunette’s neck before pulling her into a heated kiss.
Callie’s careful control slipped as she allowed herself to lean into it. Arizona’s lips were soft and minty, like she had chewed peppermint gum moments before arriving. Underneath was the unmistakable taste of her, Callie’s personal favourite.
She abruptly broke the kiss and grabbed Arizona by the wrists. “Hands on the table,” she scolded, planting them next to her hips. “They move, I stop what I’m doing.”
Arizona’s brow skyrocketed. She debated arguing, but one stern look from Callie and she dropped them behind her, leaning her weight into her palms. “Yes, Dr. Torres.”
Callie’s impish grin never faded as she rolled up the sleeves of her lab coat another inch. Her foot caught the bottom of a rolling stool and guided it over, allowing her to plop down and reach for Arizona’s right foot. Rather than shove the brace on first, she took a careful, meticulous inventory of the rigid scarring and the fluidity of the joint. Her thumbs pushed into the curve of Arizona’s knee and worked their way down the whole leg in slow, deepening circles. Nothing felt out of place and the inflammation was down considerably from a few days ago - all good signs. Eventually her fingers joined in and worked around the deficit of Arizona’s calf muscle. This time it was less of a check-up and more to hear the small gasp that escaped her lips above.
Arizona still felt that initial, visceral reaction whenever Callie touched the part of her that had suffered the most. She was used to it by now, but whenever the brunette’s fingers would ghost across the gash of muscle, she would jump. Now was no exception. The only thing Callie did was run her fingers across it twice, acclimatizing her to the sensation as she always did.
“Feeling good today?” Callie looked up from under her lashes.
Arizona gulped and gave a silent nod. It was all she was capable of doing.
“Good.” Callie patted her knee and eased the foot down to rest in her lap. “Can you hand me the compression sleeve, please?”
Arizona remained suspicious of the overtly professional tone. Callie seemed a little too coy for the doctor act to be purely genuine. Even so, she wordlessly passed the slip over and didn’t ask any more questions.
Callie over-reached and brushed her fingers across Arizona’s, then retracted like nothing had happened. Her focus shifted to slipping on the nylon and spandex band, working it over Arizona’s foot and guiding it upward.
“Is this what you were being sneaky about this morning?” Arizona asked, breaking the silence. “With the measuring tape?”
Callie smirked as she wiggled the sleeve up and spent a moment feeling around the circumference of her calf to make sure it was in place. “Maybe.”
“Liar.” Arizona wiggled her toes and flexed the limb to test it out.
“I think,” Callie said slowly, “that we might need to go down one size. I really want to make sure it’s giving you the support you need, and it might be a little loose around the bottom.”
“It feels okay,” Arizona suggested. “Especially if I’m going to be wearing it twelve to eighteen hours at a time. Don’t want to cut off my circulation.”
Callie cocked a challenging eyebrow. “Which one of us fixed this leg from the inside out, hmm?” she scolded. “You need a size down. I can order one after dinner.”
As much as Arizona loved to ruffle her feathers, she didn’t try to contradict.
Next came the brace, which her girlfriend picked up and prepared to slip on. Now that she was about to wear the thing for the first time, Arizona realized how complicated and intimidating it looked.
Callie loosened the joint tension and all four circular straps. With careful precision, she slipped Arizona’s foot through the top loop, gradually working the brace all the way up to her thigh. “Feel okay so far?”
“Yeah,” Arizona said, watching every move with fascination.
Once the whole brace was slipped into place, Callie began by tightening the top strap and sliding the lower boot around her ankle and heel. She worked her way from the top down and adjusted each strap until all four were fitted snugly around her leg. It looked like she had correctly estimated how much space was needed for the compression sleeve to fit underneath the lower segment and no major adjustments were needed.
“It’s not as heavy as I thought it would be,” Arizona commented.
“I used lightweight materials where I could.” Callie glanced up and smiled. “If all goes according to plan, you’ll be wearing it for long periods of time and I don’t want weight to become an issue.”
The brace very nearly fit like a glove. There were already a few minor things Callie planned on readjusting but overall she had sized everything correctly. Most of her measurements had come from her surgical notes, since the only time she had been able to sneak a look at the leg’s current state was this morning. Nothing had changed for the most part, other than the tiny bit of healthy bulk that Arizona had put on through strength training.
Speaking of strong, healthy legs, now that the brace was on, Callie took a moment to glide her hands along Arizona’s upper thighs. Nimble fingers pushed deep into the muscle, sliding up until they were perched a mere inch below her buttocks.
“Now how does it feel?” she asked in a sultry tone.
Arizona’s arms were shaking with the effort of holding herself up. For once it had nothing to do with weakness or exhaustion, and everything to do with how evil her girlfriend was. “I-I - good.”
“I good?” Callie smirked, squeezing her palms and tugging Arizona up to the very edge of the table. “With a vocabulary like that, it’s a wonder you got through med school.”
“Yeah, well, in med school I didn’t have someone like you touching my-” Blue eyes just about popped out of her head when Callie’s hand slid between her legs. “Oh - t-there.”
Callie felt like the cat’s pajamas. Teasing Arizona never got old and she was so good at it. “You ruined my surprise,” she husked, sliding her fingers along the damp material covering her girlfriend’s sex. “I think you owe me.”
Arizona gulped. Loudly. “Should I…t-the brace?”
“Leave it on.” Callie dropped her gaze between their bodies while she continued to stroke Arizona’s panties, rewarding her patience with a hard stroke from top to bottom. “I’ve got some more tests to run.”
Arizona’s eyes fluttered closed. For the life of her, she could not imagine what sort of useful information Callie would garner from something like this, but far be it from her to complain.
Callie’s palm pressed into her clit and drew a sharp gasp, only for her to pull away. Before Arizona could beg, scold or otherwise pout, Callie hooked her fingers into the waist of her underwear.
“Tests, huh?” she laughed, sounding vaguely dizzy. “This feels like we’re about to play a naughty game of ‘Doctor’. What kind of ‘test’ is this supposed to be?”
“I need to make sure this thing is functional in all different kinds of situations,” Callie said carefully, waiting for Arizona to ease her hips up so she could pull the thin material over them. It pleased her to no end when she saw immediate evidence of her partner’s arousal.
“For example, if I pull you into an on-call room-” Callie meticulously guided the panties down the brace, taking extra care to ensure that nothing caught along the way. “-can I get these off in a timely manner? Or do I need to start carrying around pocket scissors instead?”
“Those are the important points.” Arizona giggled and chomped down on her lower lip to keep from smiling too hard. When she’d come here with dinner, the last place she had expected to find herself was sitting bare-assed on Callie’s work station. No one could ever claim they weren’t spontaneous.
“The most important,” Callie agreed. The garment slipped free and she pocketed it in her lab coat - for safe keeping, of course.
Arizona’s next breath was considerably shakier than the last, and she was finding it harder and harder to focus. Of all the ways to feel open and exposed, completely at Callie’s mercy, this pretty much took the cake. “What are you…?” she began, swallowing thickly when her vocal chords failed to fire.
Callie’s answer was to slide a finger into her sex, allowing Arizona to draw her own conclusions. She grabbed her by the waist and just about pulled her over the edge of the counter, simultaneously capturing her lips in a fiery kiss. Arizona’s answering moan told her all she needed to know right now.
Somehow Arizona managed not to fall off like the ungraceful swan that she was these days. Her right arm shook with the effort of holding herself up while the left found its usual place on the back of Callie’s neck, fingernails digging into the heated flesh at the base of her skull. Callie held still inside of her, coaxing her clit into being with a wet, barely-there swirl of her thumb. She repeated the motion, just enough to make Arizona thrust her hips forward for more contact.
Callie stilled and broke the kiss. “How many times do I have to say it? You move, I stop.”
“You specified hands only,” Arizona croaked.
“I’m amending things.” She slid a second finger in easily alongside the first, giving her a small preview with a few light, timely strokes. “Keep still.”
Blue eyes fluttered dangerously. “Callie…” She got the stern Torres-eyebrow in return and there was no arguing with The Eyebrow; so, very reluctantly, she returned her other hand to the table and willed her lower half to stay put.
Callie didn’t make it easy. She worked Arizona with her fingers, gradually increasing the pressure but keeping the pace casual. Her mouth sought out eager lips and they spent a solid minute or two making out, a feat which nearly caused Arizona’s hands to leave their designated position more than once. Each time her arms twitched with the phantom gesture of a movement, she would grunt in annoyance, never once breaking the kiss.
Before long Callie needed to pull away and let her smug grin break free. She did her best to hide it in the crook of Arizona’s neck by attaching her mouth to a patch of skin just below her ear and leaving her mark.
“Evil,” Arizona growled, completely out of breath. She could hardly complain when her girlfriend chose that moment to bring her thumb back up, alternating between gentle circles of her clit and long traces of her labia. It was no secret to either of them at this point that she was embarrassingly wet, but just in case, she let out a small moan of approval. Callie deserved all the praise.
“Tell me what you want,” Callie husked, pushing deeper and spreading her fingers. Arizona drew in a sharp breath and Callie leaned back again. “What do you want me to do to you?”
“Fuck me,” Arizona whispered without hesitating. “Don’t stop.” She ducked her head forward with the intent of kissing her girlfriend, only for Callie to go completely still.
Christ.
Never having been gifted with patience - particularly when it came to secret laboratory sex - Arizona just about lost it. “I didn’t move,” she whined, very close to begging for more. Shame was for idiots that didn’t know what was good for them.
Instead of answering, Callie pulled out completely and curved both hands underneath the blonde’s thighs, careful to avoid any additional pressure where the brace was wrapped. One swift tug and Arizona’s ass perched precariously over the edge of the desk again, with Callie taking on the extra bit of weight for support. She plunked herself down on the stool she had vacated earlier and immediately buried her face between her girlfriend’s legs.
By now it was pretty much impossible for Arizona to hold herself up the way she was. She collapsed onto her forearms and somehow managed to keep from sprawling across the desk entirely. Her right leg jutted over Callie’s shoulder, still encompassed by the stiff brace, but at least it didn’t seem to be hindering their progress.
Callie was well-versed in what made Arizona squirm. She devoured her with her tongue, moaning as a thorough exploration had her drowning in her girlfriend’s taste. She eagerly sought out and sucked the sensitive nerve bundle with enough pressure for Arizona to buck her hips. The sounds freely flowing from her mouth were already generating an uncomfortable heat in Callie’s scrub pants. It had been so long since she’d heard anything like it - cries of pleasure trumped terrified and in pain every day of the week.
Arizona finally dropped onto her back and simply dealt with the hard, uncomfortable surface of the desk. A fine sheen of sweat broke free as her stomach gave a sharp hitch. She lost track of time, but enough passed that she marvelled at Callie’s lung capacity, or else her ability to breathe without needing to stop what she was doing. “Calliope, please,” she begged, nudging her hips forward in a desperate bid for more.
The urge to feel and taste Arizona at the height of ecstasy overruled any notion Callie might have had about dragging it out. She shifted the brace over her shoulder, allowing Arizona some continued assistance with holding the extra bit of weight up, and hurriedly plunged her fingers back inside.
Deep, hard thrusts and attention lavished against her clit had Arizona cresting with her first wave in no time. She tried - and failed - to keep it quiet, but she was only human. There was a very real possibility that other people were outside in the hall and the idea of being listened in on by potential future co-workers was enough to make her bite down on her hand like a silencer. Long after hypersensitivity forced Callie to abandon direct stimulation, those perfect, elegant fingers continued to pump inside of her, drawing her orgasm out in full.
“Okay, mercy, please,” Arizona finally groaned, her whole body left feeling flushed and breathless. Her thigh jerked reflexively against Callie’s cheek and only then did the brunette force herself to pull away. Arizona sagged back like a wilted sack of potatoes, spent.
Callie was grinning like a prize fighter as she quickly wiped her mouth and withdrew her fingers. “Fuck,” she announced, summing up both of their thoughts in one easy word. Nothing she had ever seen could compare to the sight of a sweaty, panting Arizona sprawled across her lab table, looking thoroughly and completely sated.
She ‘oughta get major stud points for this one.
“You are so sexy,” she growled, hooking an elbow underneath Arizona’s right thigh and pushing her t-shirt up a couple of inches. She rose from the stool just enough to press her lips to the blonde’s navel, marvelling at how soft her belly was.
“Mm-hm,” Arizona murmured incoherently, staring cross-eyed at the ceiling. Her shoulder blades were digging into the counter but she couldn’t quite seem to make herself move. She did, however, manage to lift a hand and place it gently along the back of Callie’s head.
Callie smiled into her stomach. “So, how’s the brace feel?”
Arizona’s voice cracked when she laughed. “You know, I really thought I would be more vertical than horizontal.”
“Silly you.”
“Yeah, silly me.” She sat up and reluctantly dislodged Callie’s mouth, dangling her legs off of the table.
Callie stood and pulled Arizona into another kiss, releasing a soft moan of approval when weakened arms draped around her for support. “We should get you standing while you’ve got it on,” she murmured, dipping her fingers around the smooth curve of Arizona’s back.
A perfectly sculpted brow reached for the ceiling. “You couldn’t have asked me that before the mind-blowing sex?” Arizona said weakly.
“I’ve got you,” Callie smirked, taking her by the hips and carefully easing her off of the table. It was hard not to get distracted by the taste of her lover still lingering in her mouth, but she did her best to focus. They still had dinner to eat and there were clothes to put on before anyone found them this way.
“How’s it feel?” She stepped away just long enough to wash her hands, after removing the pile of research papers she had thrown into the sink earlier.
“Like that smart mouth of yours went to town on it.” Arizona looked down at herself. “Kinda tingly.”
Callie let out a bark of laughter. “Your leg, Arizona.”
Right now it dangled half an inch from touching the floor. Arizona was too nervous to put any weight down, even though Callie seemed to think it was okay to do so. “Should I stand normally?” Seeing a nod, she delicately settled some of her weight on it while still utilizing the counter behind her for balance.
The sensation was sort of odd. She was well aware of the fact that some foreign object was wrapped around her leg, and because she lacked shoes, the footing was a tiny bit uneven. It felt stiff more than anything, leading her to wonder how she was supposed to walk with it on.
“You’ll get used to it,” Callie said. “Don’t worry. Right now we can just take it easy.”
Arizona scrunched her nose and turned her eyes skyward. “Well, I don’t know if easy was what I had in mind, exactly,” she drawled, no longer referring to anything medical.
Callie arched a brow when she felt hands sneak around her waist and draw her in closer. “Oh? And what exactly was it that you were planning?”
Getting her second wind back filled Arizona with a new determination. She would have to work around her physical limitations a little more than Callie had to in this position, but that had never stopped them before. Soon enough she had the tie on the brunette’s scrub pants undone and was slipping a hand into the waist line unencumbered.
It was a rude awakening when a hard knock sounded at the door, making her rip her hand back in the same movement. There was just enough time for her to remember that she’d locked it when it sprung open resistance-free.
The colour drained from her face before either of them could see who it was. Thankfully she was blocked from the waist down by the solid lab table in front of her, but not by much.
With a panicked yelp, Arizona jumped and tried to pull Callie in front of her. She was suddenly so very aware of how much clothing she was not wearing and couldn’t seem to think of a better way to hide.
It was only Teddy, which helped alleviate some of the horrific embarrassment, but not by much. The two of them looked guilty as hell and Teddy knew it the instant she laid eyes on them.
One sweep of the room was all it took. “Seriously?” Teddy stated, fixing them with an incredulous stare. “This is where science happens, not nookie.”
Arizona closed her eyes. “Kill me now,” she mumbled to the universe.
Callie was more amused than traumatised. “What? I was just showing her my pet project,” she said while indicating the portion of Arizona’s body hidden behind the table.
“Callie!" Arizona hissed, taking it in the wrong context.
“I didn’t mean that,” Callie argued. “Just - hang on.” She disappeared from Teddy’s view, kneeling down. Against her better judgment, she tried to sneak another kiss at Arizona’s stomach while undoing the brace but was unceremoniously swatted away instead.
Arizona’s smile looked more like a grimace as she leaned back against the table and tried to glance at Teddy over her shoulder. “So, um…h-how’s the Cristina thing going?” she asked casually. Her hips gave a sharp jerk at whatever Callie was doing below.
“Oh, we’re on this now,” Teddy said, wagging a finger between the two of them once Callie reappeared holding the brace. “Remind me never to eat lunch in here again. Ever.”
“Ooh, food,” Callie said, perking up the instant she remembered their dinner. She abandoned her post as Arizona’s body blocker and rounded the table to their lukewarm dinner. Suddenly she was starving.
By now Arizona was about as red as a tomato. She searched fruitlessly for her underwear, sighing in exasperation when she came up empty.
Teddy looked like she couldn’t decide whether to be amused or disturbed, especially when she spotted the missing garment dangling from Callie’s lab coat pocket. “Looking for these?” she called out, snatching a pen from the table and using it as a fish hook. She held the missing panties up for Arizona to see.
Arizona blushed profusely and sucked her bottom lip into her mouth as she tried not to die of embarrassment. “Could you, um…pass me those, please?” she asked politely.
Saving Teddy the trouble, Callie snatched the panties back and tossed them to her girlfriend. “Put your clothes on. All of this ‘research’ helped me work up an appetite.” She pulled up a stool and sat down. “Teddy, you want to join us?”
Teddy made a face but she sat down against her better judgement. “You’re both paying for my therapy after this, mark my words.”