jumbo shrimp & new used cars
Title: jumbo shrimp & new used cars
Author: running_ahead
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Callie/Arizona
Summary: the World Cup final, featuring a best friend and eyebrows
Disclaimer: don't own anything. certainly don't earn anything.
A moan escapes her mouth: low, guttural, the pitch of frustration; Arizona dramatically rolls from the spot on the couch next to Mark and lands with arms and legs pointing to the four directions while the resultant thud of defeat reverberates through the apartment. From her spot in the kitchen Callie can only see Mark's raised eyebrows and Arizona's feet from behind the chair. Though hidden from view, Callie clearly hears her girlfriend.
"Uh. I can't take it anymore! Calliope, baby, I know you wanted to watch the game but I'm dying. Look at me while you can. I'm fading fast. Wait. Can you fade fast? Is that like jumbo shrimp or a new used car?" Arizona pinches the bridge of her nose, deep in thought, as Mark's formerly raised brows furrow under the strain of keeping up. Callie continues to move about the kitchen, experience tempering her need to ask for an explanation she knows is coming.
"OXYMORON!" Arizona yells joyfully from the floor. "Ha! I'm good for things other than surgery and making you scream my name."
"I can hear you smirking from here," Callie replies from the kitchen. "And I can confirm that, on occasion, something wonderful besides medicine and sex comes from your general direction. Why, at this very moment, you've managed to make Mark's three main eyebrow-driven facial expressions appear in less than a minute."
"Really? All I see is the ceiling. What'd I get?" Arizona wonders.
At Arizona's question, Mark's eyebrows twitched from their typical suggestive quirk to one of feigned hurt. Callie notes the change and tics off Arizona's accomplishment, "Surprise, serious intellectual thought, quickly replaced by dirty thoughts, and you managed to pick up a wounded-Mark look at the end. Very impressive."
Mark, present yet patently unnecessary, helplessly looks to Callie as Arizona accepts the compliment, "Mmmmm. Thank you. Let's get those eyebrows back to serious intellectual thought, shall we?" Pausing a beat for dramatic effect, Arizona boldly continues, "Oxymoron: emotive Cristina, comfortable high heels, political science, entertaining soccer, --"
"You were on a roll. Then you went and insulted the Beautiful Game," Callie warns.
"This is hardly beautiful, Calliope. The ref hasn't put his stupid yellow card away, the score is zero-zero, and it's all men, none of them pretty." Almost forgetting the exception to every rule, Arizona quickly adds, "At least Cristiano Ronaldo was pretty to look at, though a bit dramatic for me."
Laughing lightly, Callie responds, "Well, everything you just said is true, basically, I mean. But --"
Before Callie can argue her case in defense of soccer, Arizona jumps on Callie's admission, "That's right! It is true! It's gorgeous outside, we have the day off, and, in case y'all forgot, I'm awesome and right!" Arizona finishes her outburst by thrusting her hand directly at the ceiling for dramatic effect. The rest of her body necessarily, if not quickly, follows the path the path of her hand and in a moment Arizona is standing directly in front of Callie.
Eyeing Callie, Arizona commands, "Come on, we're going."
Callie looks to Mark for assistance. He simply raises his hands in the universal symbol of surrender. Looking back to Arizona, Callie considers her options and foolishly settles on reason, "Going where? The second half hasn't even started yet. What about Mark?"
Opening up to face both Callie and Mark, Arizona looks between the two of them with a glint in her eye. "I've got one more example of an oxymoron. I'm trying to work out whether or not it fits. Perhaps you could weigh in and let me know what you think?" Arizona nods once as a sign of encouragement, Callie audibly gulps down the feeling of impending doom, and Mark scoots to the edge of his seat.
"Sexless marriage. What do you think Callie?"
"There's beer in the fridge, Mark." Callie wastes little time as she grabs Arizona's hand and pulls her toward the door. Wanting to maintain some manners, Callie throws a parting courtesy over her shoulder as she closes the door, "Feel free to stay for as long as you like."
music: Sugarland -- Better Man
Author: running_ahead
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Callie/Arizona
Summary: the World Cup final, featuring a best friend and eyebrows
Disclaimer: don't own anything. certainly don't earn anything.
A moan escapes her mouth: low, guttural, the pitch of frustration; Arizona dramatically rolls from the spot on the couch next to Mark and lands with arms and legs pointing to the four directions while the resultant thud of defeat reverberates through the apartment. From her spot in the kitchen Callie can only see Mark's raised eyebrows and Arizona's feet from behind the chair. Though hidden from view, Callie clearly hears her girlfriend.
"Uh. I can't take it anymore! Calliope, baby, I know you wanted to watch the game but I'm dying. Look at me while you can. I'm fading fast. Wait. Can you fade fast? Is that like jumbo shrimp or a new used car?" Arizona pinches the bridge of her nose, deep in thought, as Mark's formerly raised brows furrow under the strain of keeping up. Callie continues to move about the kitchen, experience tempering her need to ask for an explanation she knows is coming.
"OXYMORON!" Arizona yells joyfully from the floor. "Ha! I'm good for things other than surgery and making you scream my name."
"I can hear you smirking from here," Callie replies from the kitchen. "And I can confirm that, on occasion, something wonderful besides medicine and sex comes from your general direction. Why, at this very moment, you've managed to make Mark's three main eyebrow-driven facial expressions appear in less than a minute."
"Really? All I see is the ceiling. What'd I get?" Arizona wonders.
At Arizona's question, Mark's eyebrows twitched from their typical suggestive quirk to one of feigned hurt. Callie notes the change and tics off Arizona's accomplishment, "Surprise, serious intellectual thought, quickly replaced by dirty thoughts, and you managed to pick up a wounded-Mark look at the end. Very impressive."
Mark, present yet patently unnecessary, helplessly looks to Callie as Arizona accepts the compliment, "Mmmmm. Thank you. Let's get those eyebrows back to serious intellectual thought, shall we?" Pausing a beat for dramatic effect, Arizona boldly continues, "Oxymoron: emotive Cristina, comfortable high heels, political science, entertaining soccer, --"
"You were on a roll. Then you went and insulted the Beautiful Game," Callie warns.
"This is hardly beautiful, Calliope. The ref hasn't put his stupid yellow card away, the score is zero-zero, and it's all men, none of them pretty." Almost forgetting the exception to every rule, Arizona quickly adds, "At least Cristiano Ronaldo was pretty to look at, though a bit dramatic for me."
Laughing lightly, Callie responds, "Well, everything you just said is true, basically, I mean. But --"
Before Callie can argue her case in defense of soccer, Arizona jumps on Callie's admission, "That's right! It is true! It's gorgeous outside, we have the day off, and, in case y'all forgot, I'm awesome and right!" Arizona finishes her outburst by thrusting her hand directly at the ceiling for dramatic effect. The rest of her body necessarily, if not quickly, follows the path the path of her hand and in a moment Arizona is standing directly in front of Callie.
Eyeing Callie, Arizona commands, "Come on, we're going."
Callie looks to Mark for assistance. He simply raises his hands in the universal symbol of surrender. Looking back to Arizona, Callie considers her options and foolishly settles on reason, "Going where? The second half hasn't even started yet. What about Mark?"
Opening up to face both Callie and Mark, Arizona looks between the two of them with a glint in her eye. "I've got one more example of an oxymoron. I'm trying to work out whether or not it fits. Perhaps you could weigh in and let me know what you think?" Arizona nods once as a sign of encouragement, Callie audibly gulps down the feeling of impending doom, and Mark scoots to the edge of his seat.
"Sexless marriage. What do you think Callie?"
"There's beer in the fridge, Mark." Callie wastes little time as she grabs Arizona's hand and pulls her toward the door. Wanting to maintain some manners, Callie throws a parting courtesy over her shoulder as she closes the door, "Feel free to stay for as long as you like."
music: Sugarland -- Better Man