It's Enough Now [5/?]
Title: It’s Enough Now
Author: Trance-Faith
Rating: M
Pairing: Callie/Arizona
Disclaimer: I do not own Grey’s. All characters in this story sadly do not belong to me; they’re simply being borrowed for a little while, and then will be returned. This story was not written for profit and no copyright infringements are intended.
Other Parts incase you haven’t read them! -
1. http://community.livejournal.com/callie_arizona/1228932.html
2. http://community.livejournal.com/callie_arizona/1235554.html
3. http://community.livejournal.com/callie_arizona/1238257.html
4. http://community.livejournal.com/callie_arizona/1238491.html
Author’s Note: In terms of Grey’s storyline - this is set after their break up, BUT I altered when they’d broken up, as this is set just before Christmas.
Beta: No beta was used while I wrote this, so all spelling and grammar mistakes are my own.
Reviews: Are much wanted please!
Callie’s POV
She couldn’t help but chuckle at the smaller woman trying to gage where she should step, and not step in the small patches of mud. Arizona turned to give her a full on glare, Callie felt her face drop. The blonde took a small leap over a worse patch, again turning to look at the woman behind her. She must have seen the look on Callie’s face, because she returned a smile, a real one, but remained stood on the spot.
The raven haired surgeon was simply confused, but made her way towards Arizona, just like her avoiding stepping in the softer mud. When Callie had reached her side, the blonde stepped in line with her, and walked at her side. Neither spoke, but found that as they both dodged multiple mud puddles, they kept bumping into each other, causing them both to chuckle out loud. “YANG! I’m going to kill you!” Callie shouted after the person she could see a few hundred yards away, and they both heard the women in front of them laughing faintly.
Arizona’s POV
The blonde was cold, and her arm was hurting from where Callie and her had both dodged a large puddle of mud, and collided. She was still rubbing the place of impact a few minutes later; Callie shot her an apologetic smile. “You okay?” she said in small voice. “Yeah, I’ll be fine”, she grimaced.
“Hurry up!” Cristina’s voice bellowed from somewhere out of sight. Callie’s eyes rolled in annoyance, with a sigh. “Don’t hurt her”, Arizona warned, as they turned the corner to where they’d parked the car. Yang was sitting with her head sticking out the front car window; “I called shot-gun” she called to them. The PEDs surgeon sighed quietly as she went to her side of the car, and gave Teddy a glare, as she slipped inside.
If she was honest, with the change of scenery her nervous were back. Callie was sat inches away from her; she could feel the heat from her body penetrating the distance between them. The odd car that went passed them lit the Latina’s face, casting her beautiful features in quick relief. Something which surprised the older surgeon was, that the tension within the car didn’t seem as great as it had in the arriving journey, despite the limited space in the back of the car.
Callie’s POV
As her and Cristina’s apartment block came into view, Callie grabbed her purse from where it had fallen in the car’s motions, and grazed Arizona’s calf by mistake. She heard the blonde’s intake of breathe at the innocent contact, and smiled a bitter-sweet smile into the darkness, as she fished out her key.
Arizona’s POV
This was NOT a good idea, was the only thing which the blonde was allowing through her mind. Despite the tingling sensation, which had shot through her body as Callie’s hand had barely touched her leg. She had to calm down, if she was going to survive this night in one piece. As soon as Teddy killed the engine, both women in the back jumped out, trying to put a small amount of distance between them. Callie went inside first, followed by Cristina; Teddy hung back and walked in Arizona. “Don’t hate me. Blame her! I promise as soon as I can I’ll drive you home”, Teddy said in a hurried whisper as they entered the building, but she wasn’t listening. The memories of her last visit to the building were playing in her head, over and over again.
Callie’s POV
Arizona’s eyes never rose from the ground as the women rose to the desired floor. It couldn’t have been clearer, that she didn’t want to be here. That thought hurt Callie, probably more than she’d cared to admit. It was however the younger surgeon who had been avoiding Arizona’s company for the last few days, right after she had done something so incredible for her, something so selfless. She didn’t blame her for not wanting to be there, but did wish she could hide it better.
As the elevator doors opened, Callie felt the small key being ripped out of her hands, as Cristina ran towards their apartment door. By the time the other women had walked down the small corridor, Cristina was already emptying the cupboard of various bottles of alcohol on to the counter.
Arizona walked passed the other women, grabbing a bottle of beer from the fridge, popping it open and took a long draft. Callie wasn’t sure what that series of events, made her feel. Happy? It was clear Arizona felt comfortable enough to fall into the old routine - despite the fact she was now drinking one of Callie’s beers. Or sad, that Arizona was clearly so uncomfortable that the first thing she did was grab herself her drink?
Teddy’s POV
She could see how much pain her friends were in, and was regretting that Cristina had managed to persuade her that this would be a good idea. It was clear it seemed to everyone but the two women in question, that they were made for each other. As time passed in the small apartment, Teddy could see the other three women becoming steadily drunk. She was however, now glad that she was on call, and couldn’t drink. So far the four women had discussed a range of topics from, first surgery, first kiss, first date, worst date, worst sexual experience amongst many other things. Teddy could see that Arizona wasn’t as drunk as the other two women, though she was pretending quite well. The only reason Teddy could tell she wasn’t as bad as she was making out was, she had seen her drink about half the amount of the other two, and hadn’t reacted with such glee like the other two, on discovering it was snowing outside.
Every few minutes either Callie or Arizona would risk a glance at the other, only to look away moments later. Teddy couldn’t help but feel sorry for them, if they timed it better, they’d notice that for the last three hours, they’d been stealing glances while the other wasn’t looking. Around one o’clock Cristina claimed she was giving up, and going to bed, hobbling off into what she assumed was the younger surgeon’s bedroom. Arizona’ eyes rose to meet Teddy’s and she understood the silent plea. She wanted to go home. Teddy stood slowly stating, “I’m just popping to the bathroom, then I’ll drive you back, okay?” Arizona nodded, and began to collect her things. The blonde didn’t seem to notice the small drop in the raven surgeon’s face. As Teddy walked into the bathroom, her pager went off. Her eyes closed, with a sigh, knowing the look she was going to get when she turned around. Slowly turning around she was greeting by a look of pure desperation, from the blue eyes burning into hers. “Sorry, I need to go back”, she said hoping Arizona wouldn’t be too mad at her, “I promise, as soon as I can, I’ll come and get you.” Teddy gave her a small smile, before grabbing her coat, and walking out of the apartment.
Arizona’s POV
Her head was buzzing slightly from the alcohol she’d consumed. She needed to get out of here, that feeling intensified as she felt Callie sit on the couch next to her. Arizona shot upwards, needing to move, needing to run as fast she could from this apartment. It was exactly the same, as she remembered it. Yet it felt so different, it had only been a few months, and yet this place seemed so familiar, yet so new to her. She grabbed her coat, and pulled it on. “What are you doing?” Callie’s voice sounded behind her. “I’m going home”, came her short reply. “No you’re not. There is no way you can walk from here to yours, in that!” Callie’s voice rose, causing the blonde to turn, and see she was pointing at the snow falling passed the window.
Callie walked into the room Arizona knew only too well; she’d once considered it “their” bedroom. Arizona didn’t move, unsure if she was meant to stay or not. This notion was soon answered, by Callie walking back, carrying a large amount of duvets, and other bedding and dumping them on the couch. Callie looked up at her, and gave her an odd look, “Take your coat off, and help me with this stuff”, she said, grabbing different items and throwing them either at the side of the couch, or on the floor. Slipping her coat off, and hanging it up, she turned to see Callie concentrating extra hard on something. It was clear, Callie was drunk, not disrespectfully so, but still drunk enough. “What’s this?” Callie held up a smaller bit of material, causing the blonde to chuckle. “That’s a pillow case. It’s okay I’ll sort this out, you go to bed”, she stated, trying to cease the raven haired woman’s battle with the bedding. Lifting another item, Callie rolled her eyes, “That’s what I’m trying to do!” The blonde was confused, “Err…Callie?” the woman in question glared at the use of her nickname being used by Arizona, which she choose to ignore and continue on, “Your beds in there”, she pointed at the bedroom door. Callie stood kicking the items on the floor, further into the centre of the room, laying them out into a shape which sort of looked like a bed, “I’m sleeping here. Don’t argue, I know you won’t sleep in the bed, and I’m not going to sleep in the bed, knowing you’re out here”. Callie’s eyes shifted her focus, as she made an unnecessary amount if fuss out of the bedding on the floor.
Arizona felt her heart skip a beat, at the awkwardness her ex-girlfriend was showing. Gulping slightly, she nodded, then realising she wasn’t been looked at she said, “Okay”. Callie’s head shot up; looking surprised she’d simply accepted what she’d said. Arizona knew if it was the other way around, she’d have done the same. Though she doubted that she’d sleep tonight regardless of where Callie was. Arizona made a job of altering the bedding Callie had separated for her, before asking, “Err… have you got anything I could wear?” She heard the Latina laugh gently behind her, and heard footstep towards the bedroom again, before a t-shirt and pj pants flew through the air at her. Callie’s head poked its way through the door, “I’m just going to use the bathroom, okay” and then she was gone. Arizona knew she had just been giving a way out of changing in front her, and took advantage of it, undressing, and redressing as soon as she could. Folding her discarded clothes she placed them on the kitchen counter, before slipping under the cover.
It was only a few minutes later Callie came out, in a pair of small shorts, and a t-shirt. It took all her will power not to stare, as Callie came into view. Arizona saw the younger surgeon grab her cell, and throw it on the pile of bedding on the floor, and walk to the light switch, turning off the light. The blonde could figure out where Callie was on based on the sound of her footsteps on the wooden floor, and held her breathe as the footsteps came dangerous close. She heard the bedding being moved, and soon after all movement stopped. It only took a few moments for Callie to break the silence in the room, “Night Arizona”, her voice sounding like a small child failing to whisper. Arizona grinned before replying, “Good Night”.
Callie’s POV
She hadn’t heard any movement from the woman less than a hundred yards away from her, for a while, maybe even an hour, she couldn’t see a clock from where she was. The room seemed filled of her rhythmic breathing, which usually would have caused her to fall her into her dream world, but not tonight. She couldn’t stop the whole night re-playing in her mind, all the good, and the bad. It had been clear Arizona didn’t want to be here, but likewise, she didn’t put up too much of a fight to leave either.
Turning she could see the blonde head facing the other way, Callie silently praying she’d turn around so she could see her beautiful face. As if hearing her thoughts, Arizona turned to face her, her face still relaxed in sleep. Callie allowed her eyes to trace each feature of her love’s face, in a way she’d been denied these past months. Her lips were forming a slight pout, begging to be kissed. Callie felt her eyes fill, burning as the unshed tears clung to her eyelashes. Biting her bottom lip, she refused to let out her sobs. What had she done?