The Mech and the 'Billy (Ch. 2)
Title: The Mech and the 'Billy
Author: clanket
Pairing: Callie/Arizona
Rating: T for language & references to sexuality.
Summary: A/U. Callie and Arizona meet in a dive bar and hit it off.
Disclaimer: All television shows, movies, books, and other copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for-profit, it constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and are not intended to be libellous, defamatory, or in any way factual.
Ch. 2
“Nice jacket,” came from behind Callie. As she whipped her head around she was met with piercing blue eyes. She gulped.
“Uhh, thanks. It matches my bike,” she replied, her smile faltering while her hands suddenly felt very moist. She tore her eyes away from the set in front of her only to glance back to catch a couple of dimples coming out to play. She couldn’t help but smile again.
“Yeah, I figured since your helmet has the same green and black on it,” the blond said with a smirk as she noted how hard the woman in front of her was concentrating on keeping her eyes above her neck, even going so far as to looking away completely.
“Yeah, well not too many girls are into bikes. I guess I have to clarify a lot of the time,” Callie replied.
“Well I'm not like many other girls,” the blond retorted.
“Oh no, that’s not what I meant - I meant that -”
The blond laughed and took mercy on Callie. “I was just teasing. Let me buy you a drink.”
Callie’s eyes went wide with the realization that the woman she was staring at for the last 45 minutes was flirting with her. She put on a wolfish grin and leaned into the blond saying, “I actually already have a drink,” she nodded toward her glass, “but you should let me buy you one…or several.” Callie noticed that the blonde’s breath became shallower when she leaned forward. She was pleased at the blush that had formed on the woman’s chest by the time she winked at her and pulled back.
“So what’ll it be,” Callie asked still wearing a grin.
After the blond hadn’t responded for a few seconds Callie’s mouth transformed into an all-out smile. She leaned back in and said, “look, I'm not a mind reader here, but judging by your glazed-over eyes, I'm guessing that you’re not really sure of what you want either, right?”
The blond kept her eyes locked with Callie’s and nodded twice.
“Alright, so I’m just gonna go ahead and order you something, okay?”
The blond nodded again so Callie turned back to the bar and ordered a shot of brandy and a rye and ginger for her new companion. Once the drinks were paid for, Callie turned back to said companion and handed her the brandy. The blond gulped it down and slammed the glass onto the bar. Still smiling, Callie handed her the next drink and waited for her to take a few sips before speaking.
“So I know that you’re into music and that you can at least identify a motorcycle jacket. I also know that you’ve gotta be pretty brave to make the first move on someone like me,” Callie leaned in close to the blonde again and continued, “and I know that red is definitely your colour.” She looked the blond up and down but remained close.
“But do you know what I don't know?”
The blond shook her head.
“Your name,” Callie said and smiled.
The blond let out a breath and was thankful for the change in mood. She chuckled and held out her hand.
“I’m Arizona,” she said as Callie’s large hand wrapped around hers.
“Well it’s nice to meet you Arizona. I’m Callie.” After a few lingering moments Callie let her hand drop.
Just then, Mark sauntered up to the pair and angled himself between Callie and Arizona, much to his friend’s chagrin.
“Hi,” Mark said with another predatory grin. “I’m Mark. I like what you did up there.”
“I’m not interested,” came the reply, “and I didn’t realize you were such a talented multitasker, seeing as you had your tongue buried in some girl’s throat my whole set,” Arizona said with a smile.
Mark scowled, weighing his options in his head until Callie interrupted his internal battle.
“Beat it, Sloan,” Callie said as she grabbed Mark’s shirt and roughly tugged him away from her new-found friend. Super, super hot new friend with a ‘fuck me’ dress that accentuated Callie’s favourite piece(s) of female anatomy. It really was just begging her to tear it off - 'whoa', Callie thought to herself. 'Reel it in there, you’re still in the bar.'
“What, do you have dibs on her or something?” Mark said to Callie under his breath. Man if only there was a table between them to cover it up, Callie would kick him in the shins so hard!
“What the hell is the matter with you Mark?” she hissed. “She’s a woman not the last ice cream bar in the freezer!”
“…so that’s a yes?” Mark asked, squinting his eyes.
Callie rubber her forehead with her fingers and let out a breath then replied to her obviously inebriated friend, “yes, Mark, that’s a yes.”
Mark glanced at Arizona who had found her way to a stool, and was waiting patiently a few feet away. The grin returned to his face and he said, “way to go Torres! One of us definitely needs to hit that.”
Callie couldn’t help but laugh. This was his way of approving of Arizona.
“Thanks, Mark.”
Callie turned around to return to Arizona only to have her ass smacked by a large palm. She whipped around and glared at Mark yet again but he just smiled.
Sidling up to the bar, Callie sheepishly apologized for her friend’s behaviour.
“Friend of yours,” Arizona asked with a raised brow.
“Yeah. He’s actually a really good guy, he’s just a little drunk and gorgeous women are kind of his kryptonite. He’s weak against them even sober so alcohol really doesn’t help.”
Callie noticed that Arizona was now sporting a massive smile and prominently displaying her dimples.
“What?” she asked.
“You think I'm gorgeous,” Arizona replied.
“What?”
“Yup. You just said that your friend has a weak spot for gorgeous women. You think I’m gorgeous,” she finished teasingly.
“Is that a problem for you?” Callie asked in a husky whisper.
Arizona’s smile was wiped from her face as quickly as it had arrived and she swallowed. Her mouth was suddenly dry as she stared into the intense eyes in front of her. Before she knew what she was doing, Arizona began to lean toward Callie. She glanced at the full lips mere inches from her own then back up into near-black eyes. Callie was holding her breath, waiting for Arizona to close the last inch.
“Oh my God! Callie you’re hooking up with the lead singer?” came the disbelieving cry from somewhere to her left. Arizona sat up straight in surprise while Callie shut her eyes in disbelief.
“I’m so sorry, Callie,” came Teddy’s voice from closer now. “I tried to stop her but you know how strong Cristina gets when she’s drunk.”
Callie shook her head understandingly and watched as Cristina had a fangirl moment with the minor yet beautiful celebrity in front of her.
“Arizona?”
Arizona looked up and met a familiar face. “Eddi!”
“Eddi?” Callie and Cristina questioned simultaneously. Teddy shot them a sheepish look and turned her attention back to Arizona.
“Eddi it’s been way too long,” Arizona exclaimed as she pulled Teddy into a hug. “How’ve you been?”
“Good, doing some custom designing now. I’ve just gotta say, though, you look nothing like you did back in high school!” Teddy said with a laugh.
“Well I should hope not. I like to think I’ve improved,” Arizona joked. “But I wouldn’t have recognized you, either. You used to be so proper! Look at all these tattoos! What did your mom say when she saw them?”
Teddy laughed. “Not much. She actually didn’t speak to me for more than two weeks after I got the first one. She’s come to terms with them now, though.”
“Wait, wait, wait,” Cristina slurs. “You two know each other? Teddy were you even paying attention the hour they were on stage? And ‘Eddi’? You really need to explain what that’s all about,” Cristina said with a giggle.
“Wow, you’re drunk,” Teddy replied. “I’ll tell you tomorrow so I’ll only have to explain it once.” She then turned back to Arizona. “So you have your own band, eh? What’d the Colonel have to say about this get up,” Teddy asked as she waved a finger pointing up and down Arizona’s figure. Callie watched the exchange, amazed at what a small world it was sometimes.
After Teddy and Arizona had caught up they exchanged phone numbers with promises to keep in touch.
“So you and Teddy were best friends in high school? You don't really seem like you’d mesh,” Callie observed.
“Yeah well sometimes opposites attract.”
“Wait, you and Teddy - you weren’t, like, together in high school, were you?”
“What? No, of course not. We really were just friends. And despite her now rugged appearance, she’s actually quite straight.”
Callie smiled. “But you’re not,” she said, half stating it and half asking for reassurance.
Arizona chuckled and squinted a little in thought, then replied, “umm ‘straight’ is not the best adjective to describe me, no.”
“Good,” Callie said, still smiling.
“Good?”
“Yeah. I would be really upset if I bought a girl drinks all night, almost kissed her then found out she was straight,” Callie teased.
“Well maybe I could ease your fears a little,” Arizona said.
“Oh yeah? And how do you plan on doing that,” Callie flirted.
Arizona gave a lopsided smile and turned to fully face Callie on her stool. She grabbed Callie’s jacket and pulled her in, spreading her legs to make room for Callie’s. When they were chest to chest, Arizona let her hand drop to grasp Callie’s left wrist, their eyes never leaving each other's. She brought it up toward her body then reached her left hand to the other side of the bar. She grabbed a pen from its holder and wrote her number on the top of Callie’s hand.
“Why not on the palm like people usually do?”
“Because, like I said earlier,” Arizona paused to blow a cool stream of air across Callie’s hand, “I’m not like most people.” She smiled up at Callie. “Besides, it would be silly of me to write it on your palm where it would get rubbed off on your bike,” she finished with a smirk and gently pushed Callie back a step and crossed her legs.
Author: clanket
Pairing: Callie/Arizona
Rating: T for language & references to sexuality.
Summary: A/U. Callie and Arizona meet in a dive bar and hit it off.
Disclaimer: All television shows, movies, books, and other copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for-profit, it constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and are not intended to be libellous, defamatory, or in any way factual.
Ch. 2
“Nice jacket,” came from behind Callie. As she whipped her head around she was met with piercing blue eyes. She gulped.
“Uhh, thanks. It matches my bike,” she replied, her smile faltering while her hands suddenly felt very moist. She tore her eyes away from the set in front of her only to glance back to catch a couple of dimples coming out to play. She couldn’t help but smile again.
“Yeah, I figured since your helmet has the same green and black on it,” the blond said with a smirk as she noted how hard the woman in front of her was concentrating on keeping her eyes above her neck, even going so far as to looking away completely.
“Yeah, well not too many girls are into bikes. I guess I have to clarify a lot of the time,” Callie replied.
“Well I'm not like many other girls,” the blond retorted.
“Oh no, that’s not what I meant - I meant that -”
The blond laughed and took mercy on Callie. “I was just teasing. Let me buy you a drink.”
Callie’s eyes went wide with the realization that the woman she was staring at for the last 45 minutes was flirting with her. She put on a wolfish grin and leaned into the blond saying, “I actually already have a drink,” she nodded toward her glass, “but you should let me buy you one…or several.” Callie noticed that the blonde’s breath became shallower when she leaned forward. She was pleased at the blush that had formed on the woman’s chest by the time she winked at her and pulled back.
“So what’ll it be,” Callie asked still wearing a grin.
After the blond hadn’t responded for a few seconds Callie’s mouth transformed into an all-out smile. She leaned back in and said, “look, I'm not a mind reader here, but judging by your glazed-over eyes, I'm guessing that you’re not really sure of what you want either, right?”
The blond kept her eyes locked with Callie’s and nodded twice.
“Alright, so I’m just gonna go ahead and order you something, okay?”
The blond nodded again so Callie turned back to the bar and ordered a shot of brandy and a rye and ginger for her new companion. Once the drinks were paid for, Callie turned back to said companion and handed her the brandy. The blond gulped it down and slammed the glass onto the bar. Still smiling, Callie handed her the next drink and waited for her to take a few sips before speaking.
“So I know that you’re into music and that you can at least identify a motorcycle jacket. I also know that you’ve gotta be pretty brave to make the first move on someone like me,” Callie leaned in close to the blonde again and continued, “and I know that red is definitely your colour.” She looked the blond up and down but remained close.
“But do you know what I don't know?”
The blond shook her head.
“Your name,” Callie said and smiled.
The blond let out a breath and was thankful for the change in mood. She chuckled and held out her hand.
“I’m Arizona,” she said as Callie’s large hand wrapped around hers.
“Well it’s nice to meet you Arizona. I’m Callie.” After a few lingering moments Callie let her hand drop.
Just then, Mark sauntered up to the pair and angled himself between Callie and Arizona, much to his friend’s chagrin.
“Hi,” Mark said with another predatory grin. “I’m Mark. I like what you did up there.”
“I’m not interested,” came the reply, “and I didn’t realize you were such a talented multitasker, seeing as you had your tongue buried in some girl’s throat my whole set,” Arizona said with a smile.
Mark scowled, weighing his options in his head until Callie interrupted his internal battle.
“Beat it, Sloan,” Callie said as she grabbed Mark’s shirt and roughly tugged him away from her new-found friend. Super, super hot new friend with a ‘fuck me’ dress that accentuated Callie’s favourite piece(s) of female anatomy. It really was just begging her to tear it off - 'whoa', Callie thought to herself. 'Reel it in there, you’re still in the bar.'
“What, do you have dibs on her or something?” Mark said to Callie under his breath. Man if only there was a table between them to cover it up, Callie would kick him in the shins so hard!
“What the hell is the matter with you Mark?” she hissed. “She’s a woman not the last ice cream bar in the freezer!”
“…so that’s a yes?” Mark asked, squinting his eyes.
Callie rubber her forehead with her fingers and let out a breath then replied to her obviously inebriated friend, “yes, Mark, that’s a yes.”
Mark glanced at Arizona who had found her way to a stool, and was waiting patiently a few feet away. The grin returned to his face and he said, “way to go Torres! One of us definitely needs to hit that.”
Callie couldn’t help but laugh. This was his way of approving of Arizona.
“Thanks, Mark.”
Callie turned around to return to Arizona only to have her ass smacked by a large palm. She whipped around and glared at Mark yet again but he just smiled.
Sidling up to the bar, Callie sheepishly apologized for her friend’s behaviour.
“Friend of yours,” Arizona asked with a raised brow.
“Yeah. He’s actually a really good guy, he’s just a little drunk and gorgeous women are kind of his kryptonite. He’s weak against them even sober so alcohol really doesn’t help.”
Callie noticed that Arizona was now sporting a massive smile and prominently displaying her dimples.
“What?” she asked.
“You think I'm gorgeous,” Arizona replied.
“What?”
“Yup. You just said that your friend has a weak spot for gorgeous women. You think I’m gorgeous,” she finished teasingly.
“Is that a problem for you?” Callie asked in a husky whisper.
Arizona’s smile was wiped from her face as quickly as it had arrived and she swallowed. Her mouth was suddenly dry as she stared into the intense eyes in front of her. Before she knew what she was doing, Arizona began to lean toward Callie. She glanced at the full lips mere inches from her own then back up into near-black eyes. Callie was holding her breath, waiting for Arizona to close the last inch.
“Oh my God! Callie you’re hooking up with the lead singer?” came the disbelieving cry from somewhere to her left. Arizona sat up straight in surprise while Callie shut her eyes in disbelief.
“I’m so sorry, Callie,” came Teddy’s voice from closer now. “I tried to stop her but you know how strong Cristina gets when she’s drunk.”
Callie shook her head understandingly and watched as Cristina had a fangirl moment with the minor yet beautiful celebrity in front of her.
“Arizona?”
Arizona looked up and met a familiar face. “Eddi!”
“Eddi?” Callie and Cristina questioned simultaneously. Teddy shot them a sheepish look and turned her attention back to Arizona.
“Eddi it’s been way too long,” Arizona exclaimed as she pulled Teddy into a hug. “How’ve you been?”
“Good, doing some custom designing now. I’ve just gotta say, though, you look nothing like you did back in high school!” Teddy said with a laugh.
“Well I should hope not. I like to think I’ve improved,” Arizona joked. “But I wouldn’t have recognized you, either. You used to be so proper! Look at all these tattoos! What did your mom say when she saw them?”
Teddy laughed. “Not much. She actually didn’t speak to me for more than two weeks after I got the first one. She’s come to terms with them now, though.”
“Wait, wait, wait,” Cristina slurs. “You two know each other? Teddy were you even paying attention the hour they were on stage? And ‘Eddi’? You really need to explain what that’s all about,” Cristina said with a giggle.
“Wow, you’re drunk,” Teddy replied. “I’ll tell you tomorrow so I’ll only have to explain it once.” She then turned back to Arizona. “So you have your own band, eh? What’d the Colonel have to say about this get up,” Teddy asked as she waved a finger pointing up and down Arizona’s figure. Callie watched the exchange, amazed at what a small world it was sometimes.
After Teddy and Arizona had caught up they exchanged phone numbers with promises to keep in touch.
“So you and Teddy were best friends in high school? You don't really seem like you’d mesh,” Callie observed.
“Yeah well sometimes opposites attract.”
“Wait, you and Teddy - you weren’t, like, together in high school, were you?”
“What? No, of course not. We really were just friends. And despite her now rugged appearance, she’s actually quite straight.”
Callie smiled. “But you’re not,” she said, half stating it and half asking for reassurance.
Arizona chuckled and squinted a little in thought, then replied, “umm ‘straight’ is not the best adjective to describe me, no.”
“Good,” Callie said, still smiling.
“Good?”
“Yeah. I would be really upset if I bought a girl drinks all night, almost kissed her then found out she was straight,” Callie teased.
“Well maybe I could ease your fears a little,” Arizona said.
“Oh yeah? And how do you plan on doing that,” Callie flirted.
Arizona gave a lopsided smile and turned to fully face Callie on her stool. She grabbed Callie’s jacket and pulled her in, spreading her legs to make room for Callie’s. When they were chest to chest, Arizona let her hand drop to grasp Callie’s left wrist, their eyes never leaving each other's. She brought it up toward her body then reached her left hand to the other side of the bar. She grabbed a pen from its holder and wrote her number on the top of Callie’s hand.
“Why not on the palm like people usually do?”
“Because, like I said earlier,” Arizona paused to blow a cool stream of air across Callie’s hand, “I’m not like most people.” She smiled up at Callie. “Besides, it would be silly of me to write it on your palm where it would get rubbed off on your bike,” she finished with a smirk and gently pushed Callie back a step and crossed her legs.