Positive Tension 7/?
Positive Tension 7/?
Title: Positive Tension
Rating: R
Pairing: Callie/Arizona
Disclaimer: All characters, events, settings and situations mentioned in this work are sole property of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for profit, in constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context and are not intended to be defamatory or factual in anyway.
Summary: “I hate James Joyce.”
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Callie grimaces as she gets through another chapter of the book she’s been trying to get through for the past four months. She prides herself in her ability to well mask that she’s greatly aware of Arizona’s hand just barely tickling the small of her back as the blonde sits beside her, back against the headboard. Because even though the soothing sensation is sending messages to her naughty places at light speed, she refuses to show weakness. Not yet anyway.
She reaches up to remove her reading glasses--that’s right, Callie Torres wears reading glasses. A fact only a handful of people know because she needs to keep her cool status-- closes her book, and stares out into nothing, her brow furrowed, “I hate James Joyce.”
“Me too.” Arizona replies, her eyes wondering off the newspaper on her lap to the way Callie’s back arches while the brunette lies on her stomach. Her gaze drifts lower, where Callie’s tank top has shifted a little, allowing Arizona room to trace her finger tip over soft, tan skin. Her lips curl up in a grin as Callie’s cross at the ankles and she swings them up and down slowly. Her black panties ride up just a little and Arizona catches a little more ass cheek than a second ago. She mindlessly licks her lips and pushes her knees up self consciously. “I hate Tennessee Williams.”
Callie smiles and turns her up at her girlfriend, “Who hates Tennessee Williams?”
“I do,” She says, in a rather matter of fact tone, feeling brave as she uses her fingers to push Callie’s shirt high up her back, “I hate novels.”
Callie laughs softly, her stomach in knots at the tickling sensation on her lower back. The blonde’s fingertips leaving an invisible trail of body heat with each gentle stroke of her skin. She bites her bottom lip as she inspects the side of Arizona’s face. She’s still pretending to read the paper, so she opens her book up again and pretends to read as well, “I love novels.”
“I hate Sylvia Plath, too. And Anne Frank.” Arizona replies, scrunching her nose up in a grimace while her hand travels back down and her finger traces the waistband of Callie’s panties, “So whiny.”
Callie fights the urge to laugh, and furthermore, fights the urge to turn over and jump Arizona as she scans the page before her. The page, full of words, that is not really saying anything to her anymore because all she can think of is the hand moving slowly closer to her ass, “Oh, so do I.”
“I hate history books, too, short stories and--poetry.” She shakes her head, “Hate them.”
“I hate--sonnets.” Callie says with a snort before she chuckles.
“I hate the written word all together.” Arizona replies shortly, quickly reaching out to pull Callie’s book away and tossing aside carelessly after throwing her newspaper off the bed, and crawling over Callie as she turned onto her back. She crawls between Callie’s legs and nudges her knees apart with her own, smiling wickedly as she lowered her head just enough to hover over Callie’s lips, “Can you get naked now, please?” She asks in a low tone.
Callie scoots lower against the pillows, resting comfortably and grinning up at Arizona, biting her bottom lip as the blonde hovers over her, noses grazing, “I was reading that.” She says huskily, hips moving upward slightly as she shifts bellow the other woman to better accommodate her between her thighs.
“No, you weren’t.” Arizona teases back, blonde curls bouncing slightly as she shakes her head playfully, dimples at their full potential as she smiles back, “You want to know how I know?” She coos.
“How did you know, Arizona?” Callie inquires mischievously back.
Arizona took a second to stare at the freckles curving over the ridge of Callie’s nose and fanning out and dispersing over her cheeks, smiling even more before she took a breath, “I knew because I wasn’t reading either.”
Callie’s jaw drops dramatically, a mirthful glint in her eyes, “You little liar.”
“That, and your skin got all--goose-bumpy whenever I touch it. That’s how I really knew.” She inches even closer.
“Do you want to know how I knew that YOU weren’t reading?” Callie asks, smiling as Arizona pulls back a bit before she can reach her lips.
“How?”
“Because I could feel your eyes burning holes on my ass.” Callie says with a low, soft chuckle as soft lips are pressed against her own in one swift kiss, her hands moving up to gently hold Arizona’s hips, currently up in the air as she braced herself on her hands an knees.
“Happy one month anniversary.” Arizona mumbles against a second kiss before slowly deepening it, her tongue quickly finding entrance between Callie’s parted lips to softly lave over the brunette’s.
Callie sighs contentedly into the kiss as Arizona eases her body slowly against her own, her hips angling easily against Callie’s.
Callie’s hands ease around Arizona’s waist until they slip easily underneath the light blue tank top she’s wearing. She can feel her muscles shift under her as she reaches over her shoulder blades and she parts ways with her lips to place a kiss on her shoulder, taking only a second to taste the skin there.
Arizona grinds her pelvis leisurely against Callie’s, biting her lip against a quiet grunt as she relishes the feel of the warmth against her as she smiles down on Callie, whose eyes have momentarily fluttered shut with a barely audible moan.
“How do you want to celebrate?” Callie asks, her lips parted as she looks up at Arizona, then lifts her head to kiss her fully on the lips.
“Mmm…” Arizona replies with a hum indicating she’s really thinking about it, and a number of tender kisses over Callie’s chin, jaw and neck, “--I don’t know.” She grinds her hips down again, this time sliding a hand between them and slipping it easily under Callie’s panties. She stops before she does anything, cupping her softly as her eyes drift higher to meet Callie’s.
Her eyes are hooded and about three shades darker. Her hair is fanned over her pillow, her lips are parted while her breath becomes ragged, and one arm is held over her head, gripping the headboard.
“Do you want to go to dinner?“ Arizona smiles and makes sure to nudge Callie’s legs further apart with her hips before slipping two fingers swiftly into her.
“Oh--sure…” Callie moans, arching her neck as Arizona’s fingers adjust inside her and her walls clench automatically. She tries to take her time breathing, biting her lip as she builds the strength to push her hand away after only a couple of firm strokes.
She sits up and claims Arizona’s mouth again with one hand on the back of her head and the other snaking under her shirt until she’s molding one breast into her hand. When she pulls away, they’re both panting and Arizona is trying very hard to seem in control.
“You need to learn to stay on the plan, Calliope--” Arizona pants playfully, “--these are my blueprints.”
“Shut up and take off your clothes.” Callie counters sternly, but dissolves into a breathy giggle pretty quickly. Arizona smile, but does what she’s told nonetheless, her eyes often drifting towards Callie, whose shedding of clothes routine has never gotten old to watch. Before Callie’s got her shirt completely off, Arizona reaches over and snatches it from her, too impatient to wait any longer, and pulls Callie roughly against her, lips and teeth and tongues clashing as they fall back on the mattress and her thigh is swiftly fit between Callie’s legs, milky, soft skin pressing sensually against Callie’s wet center while Callie’s own thigh is firmly pressed up against the blonde’s.
“What about a movie instead?” Arizona asks again, rolling Callie over onto her back as she tastes her lips one more time. Sometimes she can’t help but steal a little more than she’s getting.
“Um--” Callie starts, groaning in frustration when Arizona pins her down against the mattress while she grinds down against her bare thigh, “--I don’t care.” She moans when Arizona leans in to nibble hungrily at her breast before laving over her nipple, “When did you become such a control freak?” She pants.
Arizona grazes the sensitized nub with her teeth, runs her tongue around it once before raising her head, “It comes and goes.” She smiles wickedly, grabbing a firm hold of Callie’s thigh as she thrusts forward a little and she moans at the feel of the moisture between Callie’s legs against her thigh. Her hair falls over her eyes and her breath comes up short as she smiles down at the woman looking up at her with lust in her eyes. She moves in a slow pace, her breath shaky as Callie stirs a little under her, creating more friction than she’d expected and her skin is covered in goose bumps.
“So what do you want to do?” Callie asks, lifting her head just long enough to kiss Arizona’s neck.
Arizona meets her eyes and keeps smiling, while inside, all the goose bumps and all the tingly feelings make her realize that she’s in serious trouble. “We’re fine here. Let’s just stay right here.” For a minute, there’s hesitation in Callie’s expression, but it’s gone in a millisecond as soon as she lifts her weight off the mattress, pulls Arizona roughly against her lips and slips a hand between her thighs. All thoughts are gone with the first thrust of Callie’s fingers.
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Arizona has been sitting in the lobby for about twenty minutes now. Lollipop in her mouth, feet propped up in her seat with a file on her lap. She stares ahead blankly, a million things and a million plots and a million outcomes running through her mind like a slideshow. Her eye twitches a little and she frowns as a bad image glides on through and she almost flinches.
“Doctor Robbins!”
Arizona jumps a little and blinks back the confusion as she finds Doctor Bailey glaring down at her, hand on her hip, eyebrow raised with expectation.
“You remind me of my mom sometimes.” She manages to mumble and she quickly lowers her feet onto the floor.
“What?!”
“Nothing.” She says quickly, “What’s up, Doctor Bailey?”
“What’s up?” The smaller woman sneers, “I’ve been looking all over for you. All your surgeries have been put off, I haven’t seen one single procedure on that board, that is not what I signed up for when you told me--Doctor Robbins!”
“What!” She exclaims, jerking her head up again, god, why can’t she listen today?
“You have an empty look in your eye and I don’ like it.”
“I’m just thinking, Doctor Bailey.”
“We’re surgeons, we don’t have time to think.” She points a finger at Arizona and she sits all the way back in her seat because Doctor Bailey is about to poke her mind’s eye, “And I know--where that empty look is taking you. I know what type of thinking you’re doing. It’s about Callie Torres. It’s about Torres and the way you two keep pulling each other into empty rooms all over this damn hospital. This is not a brothel! And you need to a operate!”
“I’m taking the day to do--paperwork.” She lies, because she’s been holding the same file in her hands for the past two hours. “Okay?” She smiles brightly.
Bailey’s eyes narrow and she paces from one side to the other before smirking evilly, “No, you’re not. The second I catch you doing paperwork in an empty, dark room with Callie Torres, I’m--scheduling a surgery!” She nods proudly, then turns to leave, mumbling something about being surrounded by whores.
Arizona sighs heavily, then catches her mind wondering off again. A fleeting thought crosses her mind and she flinches a little. Shaking her head and quickly gathering up her files. She scrambles toward the elevator quickly and presses the third floor button repeatedly as she shakes the ugly thoughts out of her brain.
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“--you done with post op. Little Grey?” Callie asks, taking her patient’s file from a grinning Lexie.
“I am.” She replies happily, “Can I tell you something?” She asks in a whisper as she leans in close.
“Sure.” Callie says, closing the file and offering her full attention.
“I love Ortho.” Lexie adds excitedly, “It’s exhilarating. It makes me feel like a badass, you know what I mean?”
Callie chuckles and shakes her head slightly. For a second there, she thought she was going to tell her something a little more alarming, “I do.” She nods, and starts to feel that thing. She feels great. Because she’s inspired someone.
“Thank you.” Lexie beams again.
“You’re welcome.” Callie retorts with a smile, before Lexie is out of sight, she calls again, “Doctor Grey--”
“Yes, Doctor Torres.’ Lexie responds, stopping to looked over her shoulder.
“You want to feel like a badass again in about an hour and a half?”
Lexie’s face lights up immediately, and she nods, “Absolutely.”
“Pre Op. Mr. Edwards.” She tells her, holding a chart out for her to take. She smirks proudly as Lexie thanks her again and skips away. Callie sighs, looks around for someone to share her excitement with, but she decides she needs to some co-celebrating with Arizona. She is about to take a step, when she feels a strong pull at her arm and she trips over her own feet trying to keep up. She yelps, as she regains her footing and laughs as she finds herself trotting after Arizona, “I was about to go looking for you.” She tells her,, speeding up her step to finally find herself beside the blonde, who is still gripping her arm tightly and there is a fiercely determined look on her face, “I just mentored someone. I’m a mentor.” Callie says proudly, then frowns when she goes ignored. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I don’t like being ignored.”
“Not ignoring you.” Arizona says sharply, “I’m proud of you. VERY. So proud of you being a mentor. You’re a great teacher.” She finally stops, finding her destination, and pushes the door to the on cal room open, turning toward Callie now with a slightly devilish glare, “A beautiful, hot, sexy mentor with amazing taste in lingerie, and I want to see it.” She finishes with a pull of Callie’s waistband until she’s got her all the way inside.
Callie laughs, and watching in a mixture of lust and astonishment as Arizona takes her time removing Callie’s white coat, then her scrub top, followed by her pants before she politely folds the garments and places them on a nearby chair. Callie raises an eyebrow at Arizona as the blonde glances back at her while she rids of her on clothing and flashes those dimples at Callie.
“Nice choice.” Arizona says, nodding towards Callie’s green lace panties and contrasting black and white checkered bra while she toes off her shoes and pulls at the drawstrings of her pants.
“Are you okay?” Callie asks, laughter in her tone and a skip sigh against the blonde’s lips as she rushes her, pushing her gently against her door as her lips play teasingly over hers. Callie sighs as warm hands skim over her bare waist and hips, moving around to cup her behind and pull her closer still.
“I’m fine.” Arizona replies upon pulling away for a second before dropping a soft kiss on Callie’s shoulder, “Just wanted to see my girlfriend’s underwear.”
Callie laughs at the quirky smirk Arizona sends her way before advancing on her again.
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Cristina munches carelessly on a peanut as she crushes the shell between her thumb and index finger. She sighs heavily as she takes a swig of her beer and she nods offhandedly at Callie, who is now approaching her table.
“Hello.” Callie says quietly, carrying her glass over to the empty seat beside Cristina. She sighs into her gin and tonic, then takes the peanut Cristina offers her. She cracks the shell and pops the legume into her mouth and turns her head slightly in Cristina’s direction when she hears her sigh as well. She returns her attention to her drink soon after, however, and takes a small sip.
The two remain in silent for a long moment, exchanging glances here and there along with exasperated sighs, until Cristina finally gulps the last half of her beer in one long gulp and blurts out, “I hate being single, it sucks.”
Callie nods understandingly, signaling Joe for another two drinks for the table, “I have a bruise on my ass and a tiny gash on my elbow because I think there’ something wrong with Arizona and she won’t tell me, so she’s projecting it onto me in the form lots and lots of sex, that more often than not--leaves me wounded somehow.” Her brow furrows and they wait another minute before turning to one another.
Cristina watches her roommate intently from her seat, then adds, “That sounds like good sex, I don’t know why you’re complaining.”
Callie sneers at her as the waiter delivers their drinks, “Well, Owen wants to make not single and you won’t give it another try, so why are YOU complaining?”
“HEY!” Cristina says, her tone low and serious, but she thinks twice and her shoulders slump over, “Fair game, man, fair game.” She lifts her hand in a fist and touches her knuckles to Callie’s playfully.
“Should I bring it up?” Callie asks.
“Is the sex bad?” Cristina asks into a second mug full of beer.
Callie chuckles slightly, “The sex is never bad.”
“Then what’s the problem?”
“The problem is, we just got started, and if something’s bothering her, I don’t want her to feel like she can’t talk to me about it.”
Cristina stares back blankly for a while before shaking her head, “You’re such a lesbian, dude.” Callie rolls her eyes before Cristina adds, “Why don’t you just ask her?”
“Shouldn’t she know to come to me when something’s wrong?”
“I think that bite mark on your neck is indication enough that she has been coming to you. A lot.” She laughs.
Callie pulls a strand of hair self consciously over the tiny bite mark on her neck and shakes her head, “That’s not the point.”
“You not telling her you think something’s up, is the same as her using hot, brutal sex to mask whatever discomfort she’s feeling.”
Callie sips her drink and watches Cristina confusedly, “Since when are you Yoda?”
“Since I’m great and you should just admit it so that we can all move on with our lives.” She smiles tightly, then adds, “Just tell her.”
“Ugh, but--”
“Shut up and tell her.”
“I will--”
“Good, do it now, she’s coming over here.”
“What?” Callie asks, looking over her left shoulder, “Where?”
Arizona leans over Callie’s left shoulder, mischievous smirk on her face as she offers a low, and husky “boo” against her ear. She giggles when Callie jumps a little at hearing her.
“I was going to say ’over here’, but she beat me to it.” Cristina says nonchalantly.
“Hey, you.” Callie smiles lifting her chin while Arizona lowers hers into a sweet, chaste kiss.
“Hi.” Arizona greets her warmly, happily sipping from Callie’s glass when she offers it, She smacks her lips together, then catches herself wondering off again into those evil thoughts that have been creeping up on her all day. So, she leans in again and kisses the crook of Callie’s neck, humming pleasantly against soft skin.
Cristina smirks at the two before picking up her mug. She clears her throat and says, “Callie has something to tell you before you ram her into another wall.” She gets up and smiles on her way, more than aware of Callie’s terrified, yet accusing glare burning holes in the back of her head.
Arizona laughs nervously, scratches the back of her head and takes the seat Cristina’s left vacant, “What’s going on? What is she talking about?”
“Um--” Callie shrugs, then giggles guiltily. “--you know…”
“Calliope--” Arizona starts warningly, “--what’s wrong?”
“Okay…” Callie replies with an assertive nod before taking a large gulp of her drink and dreading it instantly as the bitter liquid made its way down her throat. She chokes a little, but manages to speak quickly, “I think you’re upset about something and you’re not telling me. And while you’re busy not telling me, you’re using sex as a weapon. A weapon I like very much, don’t get me wrong--” She smiles, “--but it’s bothering me that you feel like you can’t talk to me, and--what kind of foundation are we building if we can’t talk to each other about the important things?”
Arizona’s demeanor softens when she sees Callie seems honestly worried and she instantly feels guilty. She frowns pulls her chair in closer, “It’s stupid.”
“So, I was right.” Callie’s heart sinks a little, but she braces herself anyway.
“It’s really stupid and not really important. It’s just--I’m having feelings…”
“Feelings?”
“Feelings.”
“Feelings--about someone else?” Callie asks worriedly.
“God no!” Arizona assures her, raking Callie’s hand in both of hers, “No---” She sighs, and shakes her head at the stupidity of her actions, “The feelings are about you--good feelings.” She adds, before Callie’s mind can stray to the negative, “And--well--I…I’m starting to have these feelings. These stronger feelings. Like--not THOSE feelings…” She makes sure to state clearly, just in case the thought of someone being in love with her still makes Callie want to run in the opposite direction. “--but still very strong, but--I don’t want to scare you away, or make you think like I’m this textbook, cliché lesbian who wants to get married after only a month of being together, so I haven’t said anything, because I DON’T want us to get married. I just have--”
“Feelings.” Callie clarifies.
“Feelings. Right.” She nods, noting the tiny smile on Callie’s face when she uses air quotes when she says ‘feelings‘, “And I’ve been having these dreams.”
“Dreams? There are dreams?” Callie asks, smiling a little wider because Arizona looks adorable when she’s flustered. Especially when she’s flustered about her. And feelings.
“One dream really. A reoccurring one. In this dream, I tell you I have these feelings” She uses air quotes again, “--and then all of a sudden, you turn into a bisexual polygamist who has more wives than husbands…”
“What?” Callie asks, more than a little entertained.
“Yeah! You had Sloan and Karev, for some reason, but then you had Little Grey, which…ew, and Yang and other Grey and Stevens, and Angelina Jolie. I mean, I can take anyone but, how am I supposed to compete with Angelina Jolie, Callie? HOW?!” She takes a deep breath, worry back in her tone and demeanor, “And I get these images--of you freaking out when I tell you about feelings and another person is added to your freaky little circle of polygamy--You married Nurse Tyler, Callie!”
“So, you keep pulling me into empty rooms to free your mind about the weird dreams?” Callie asks sweetly, leaning in a little closer.
“I’m using you. I know I am. I’m so sorry. I should have told you about my stupid feelings…” Arizona is cut off by the sudden awareness of Callie’s proximity. The brunette has slid off her seat and has moved to stand so close, her hips have found their sneaky way between Arizona’s knees. “--I’m sorry I used you.” Arizona adds with a loud gulp as Callie’s hands fall gently on her thighs.
“You’re feelings aren’t stupid.” Callie tells her, smiling tenderly at Arizona as she leans in so that their lips are merely inches apart, “And you can use me all you want. I like it.” She presses her lips to the blonde’s and they soon find themselves engrossed in a very public, very un-ignored make out session that lasts a couple of minutes before Callie pulls away with a blush on her cheeks and a smile on her lips, “I have feelings, too, by the way. My feelings welcome your feelings.”
Arizona laughs and shakes her head before pulling Callie in for one quick peck, “Can I buy you a drink?”
“Well, you did bruise me in three different places today. I think it’s only fair.”
“Deal.” Arizona nods, keeping her fingers entwined with Callie’s as she takes her seat beside her again.
Title: Positive Tension
Rating: R
Pairing: Callie/Arizona
Disclaimer: All characters, events, settings and situations mentioned in this work are sole property of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for profit, in constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context and are not intended to be defamatory or factual in anyway.
Summary: “I hate James Joyce.”
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Callie grimaces as she gets through another chapter of the book she’s been trying to get through for the past four months. She prides herself in her ability to well mask that she’s greatly aware of Arizona’s hand just barely tickling the small of her back as the blonde sits beside her, back against the headboard. Because even though the soothing sensation is sending messages to her naughty places at light speed, she refuses to show weakness. Not yet anyway.
She reaches up to remove her reading glasses--that’s right, Callie Torres wears reading glasses. A fact only a handful of people know because she needs to keep her cool status-- closes her book, and stares out into nothing, her brow furrowed, “I hate James Joyce.”
“Me too.” Arizona replies, her eyes wondering off the newspaper on her lap to the way Callie’s back arches while the brunette lies on her stomach. Her gaze drifts lower, where Callie’s tank top has shifted a little, allowing Arizona room to trace her finger tip over soft, tan skin. Her lips curl up in a grin as Callie’s cross at the ankles and she swings them up and down slowly. Her black panties ride up just a little and Arizona catches a little more ass cheek than a second ago. She mindlessly licks her lips and pushes her knees up self consciously. “I hate Tennessee Williams.”
Callie smiles and turns her up at her girlfriend, “Who hates Tennessee Williams?”
“I do,” She says, in a rather matter of fact tone, feeling brave as she uses her fingers to push Callie’s shirt high up her back, “I hate novels.”
Callie laughs softly, her stomach in knots at the tickling sensation on her lower back. The blonde’s fingertips leaving an invisible trail of body heat with each gentle stroke of her skin. She bites her bottom lip as she inspects the side of Arizona’s face. She’s still pretending to read the paper, so she opens her book up again and pretends to read as well, “I love novels.”
“I hate Sylvia Plath, too. And Anne Frank.” Arizona replies, scrunching her nose up in a grimace while her hand travels back down and her finger traces the waistband of Callie’s panties, “So whiny.”
Callie fights the urge to laugh, and furthermore, fights the urge to turn over and jump Arizona as she scans the page before her. The page, full of words, that is not really saying anything to her anymore because all she can think of is the hand moving slowly closer to her ass, “Oh, so do I.”
“I hate history books, too, short stories and--poetry.” She shakes her head, “Hate them.”
“I hate--sonnets.” Callie says with a snort before she chuckles.
“I hate the written word all together.” Arizona replies shortly, quickly reaching out to pull Callie’s book away and tossing aside carelessly after throwing her newspaper off the bed, and crawling over Callie as she turned onto her back. She crawls between Callie’s legs and nudges her knees apart with her own, smiling wickedly as she lowered her head just enough to hover over Callie’s lips, “Can you get naked now, please?” She asks in a low tone.
Callie scoots lower against the pillows, resting comfortably and grinning up at Arizona, biting her bottom lip as the blonde hovers over her, noses grazing, “I was reading that.” She says huskily, hips moving upward slightly as she shifts bellow the other woman to better accommodate her between her thighs.
“No, you weren’t.” Arizona teases back, blonde curls bouncing slightly as she shakes her head playfully, dimples at their full potential as she smiles back, “You want to know how I know?” She coos.
“How did you know, Arizona?” Callie inquires mischievously back.
Arizona took a second to stare at the freckles curving over the ridge of Callie’s nose and fanning out and dispersing over her cheeks, smiling even more before she took a breath, “I knew because I wasn’t reading either.”
Callie’s jaw drops dramatically, a mirthful glint in her eyes, “You little liar.”
“That, and your skin got all--goose-bumpy whenever I touch it. That’s how I really knew.” She inches even closer.
“Do you want to know how I knew that YOU weren’t reading?” Callie asks, smiling as Arizona pulls back a bit before she can reach her lips.
“How?”
“Because I could feel your eyes burning holes on my ass.” Callie says with a low, soft chuckle as soft lips are pressed against her own in one swift kiss, her hands moving up to gently hold Arizona’s hips, currently up in the air as she braced herself on her hands an knees.
“Happy one month anniversary.” Arizona mumbles against a second kiss before slowly deepening it, her tongue quickly finding entrance between Callie’s parted lips to softly lave over the brunette’s.
Callie sighs contentedly into the kiss as Arizona eases her body slowly against her own, her hips angling easily against Callie’s.
Callie’s hands ease around Arizona’s waist until they slip easily underneath the light blue tank top she’s wearing. She can feel her muscles shift under her as she reaches over her shoulder blades and she parts ways with her lips to place a kiss on her shoulder, taking only a second to taste the skin there.
Arizona grinds her pelvis leisurely against Callie’s, biting her lip against a quiet grunt as she relishes the feel of the warmth against her as she smiles down on Callie, whose eyes have momentarily fluttered shut with a barely audible moan.
“How do you want to celebrate?” Callie asks, her lips parted as she looks up at Arizona, then lifts her head to kiss her fully on the lips.
“Mmm…” Arizona replies with a hum indicating she’s really thinking about it, and a number of tender kisses over Callie’s chin, jaw and neck, “--I don’t know.” She grinds her hips down again, this time sliding a hand between them and slipping it easily under Callie’s panties. She stops before she does anything, cupping her softly as her eyes drift higher to meet Callie’s.
Her eyes are hooded and about three shades darker. Her hair is fanned over her pillow, her lips are parted while her breath becomes ragged, and one arm is held over her head, gripping the headboard.
“Do you want to go to dinner?“ Arizona smiles and makes sure to nudge Callie’s legs further apart with her hips before slipping two fingers swiftly into her.
“Oh--sure…” Callie moans, arching her neck as Arizona’s fingers adjust inside her and her walls clench automatically. She tries to take her time breathing, biting her lip as she builds the strength to push her hand away after only a couple of firm strokes.
She sits up and claims Arizona’s mouth again with one hand on the back of her head and the other snaking under her shirt until she’s molding one breast into her hand. When she pulls away, they’re both panting and Arizona is trying very hard to seem in control.
“You need to learn to stay on the plan, Calliope--” Arizona pants playfully, “--these are my blueprints.”
“Shut up and take off your clothes.” Callie counters sternly, but dissolves into a breathy giggle pretty quickly. Arizona smile, but does what she’s told nonetheless, her eyes often drifting towards Callie, whose shedding of clothes routine has never gotten old to watch. Before Callie’s got her shirt completely off, Arizona reaches over and snatches it from her, too impatient to wait any longer, and pulls Callie roughly against her, lips and teeth and tongues clashing as they fall back on the mattress and her thigh is swiftly fit between Callie’s legs, milky, soft skin pressing sensually against Callie’s wet center while Callie’s own thigh is firmly pressed up against the blonde’s.
“What about a movie instead?” Arizona asks again, rolling Callie over onto her back as she tastes her lips one more time. Sometimes she can’t help but steal a little more than she’s getting.
“Um--” Callie starts, groaning in frustration when Arizona pins her down against the mattress while she grinds down against her bare thigh, “--I don’t care.” She moans when Arizona leans in to nibble hungrily at her breast before laving over her nipple, “When did you become such a control freak?” She pants.
Arizona grazes the sensitized nub with her teeth, runs her tongue around it once before raising her head, “It comes and goes.” She smiles wickedly, grabbing a firm hold of Callie’s thigh as she thrusts forward a little and she moans at the feel of the moisture between Callie’s legs against her thigh. Her hair falls over her eyes and her breath comes up short as she smiles down at the woman looking up at her with lust in her eyes. She moves in a slow pace, her breath shaky as Callie stirs a little under her, creating more friction than she’d expected and her skin is covered in goose bumps.
“So what do you want to do?” Callie asks, lifting her head just long enough to kiss Arizona’s neck.
Arizona meets her eyes and keeps smiling, while inside, all the goose bumps and all the tingly feelings make her realize that she’s in serious trouble. “We’re fine here. Let’s just stay right here.” For a minute, there’s hesitation in Callie’s expression, but it’s gone in a millisecond as soon as she lifts her weight off the mattress, pulls Arizona roughly against her lips and slips a hand between her thighs. All thoughts are gone with the first thrust of Callie’s fingers.
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Arizona has been sitting in the lobby for about twenty minutes now. Lollipop in her mouth, feet propped up in her seat with a file on her lap. She stares ahead blankly, a million things and a million plots and a million outcomes running through her mind like a slideshow. Her eye twitches a little and she frowns as a bad image glides on through and she almost flinches.
“Doctor Robbins!”
Arizona jumps a little and blinks back the confusion as she finds Doctor Bailey glaring down at her, hand on her hip, eyebrow raised with expectation.
“You remind me of my mom sometimes.” She manages to mumble and she quickly lowers her feet onto the floor.
“What?!”
“Nothing.” She says quickly, “What’s up, Doctor Bailey?”
“What’s up?” The smaller woman sneers, “I’ve been looking all over for you. All your surgeries have been put off, I haven’t seen one single procedure on that board, that is not what I signed up for when you told me--Doctor Robbins!”
“What!” She exclaims, jerking her head up again, god, why can’t she listen today?
“You have an empty look in your eye and I don’ like it.”
“I’m just thinking, Doctor Bailey.”
“We’re surgeons, we don’t have time to think.” She points a finger at Arizona and she sits all the way back in her seat because Doctor Bailey is about to poke her mind’s eye, “And I know--where that empty look is taking you. I know what type of thinking you’re doing. It’s about Callie Torres. It’s about Torres and the way you two keep pulling each other into empty rooms all over this damn hospital. This is not a brothel! And you need to a operate!”
“I’m taking the day to do--paperwork.” She lies, because she’s been holding the same file in her hands for the past two hours. “Okay?” She smiles brightly.
Bailey’s eyes narrow and she paces from one side to the other before smirking evilly, “No, you’re not. The second I catch you doing paperwork in an empty, dark room with Callie Torres, I’m--scheduling a surgery!” She nods proudly, then turns to leave, mumbling something about being surrounded by whores.
Arizona sighs heavily, then catches her mind wondering off again. A fleeting thought crosses her mind and she flinches a little. Shaking her head and quickly gathering up her files. She scrambles toward the elevator quickly and presses the third floor button repeatedly as she shakes the ugly thoughts out of her brain.
*****
“--you done with post op. Little Grey?” Callie asks, taking her patient’s file from a grinning Lexie.
“I am.” She replies happily, “Can I tell you something?” She asks in a whisper as she leans in close.
“Sure.” Callie says, closing the file and offering her full attention.
“I love Ortho.” Lexie adds excitedly, “It’s exhilarating. It makes me feel like a badass, you know what I mean?”
Callie chuckles and shakes her head slightly. For a second there, she thought she was going to tell her something a little more alarming, “I do.” She nods, and starts to feel that thing. She feels great. Because she’s inspired someone.
“Thank you.” Lexie beams again.
“You’re welcome.” Callie retorts with a smile, before Lexie is out of sight, she calls again, “Doctor Grey--”
“Yes, Doctor Torres.’ Lexie responds, stopping to looked over her shoulder.
“You want to feel like a badass again in about an hour and a half?”
Lexie’s face lights up immediately, and she nods, “Absolutely.”
“Pre Op. Mr. Edwards.” She tells her, holding a chart out for her to take. She smirks proudly as Lexie thanks her again and skips away. Callie sighs, looks around for someone to share her excitement with, but she decides she needs to some co-celebrating with Arizona. She is about to take a step, when she feels a strong pull at her arm and she trips over her own feet trying to keep up. She yelps, as she regains her footing and laughs as she finds herself trotting after Arizona, “I was about to go looking for you.” She tells her,, speeding up her step to finally find herself beside the blonde, who is still gripping her arm tightly and there is a fiercely determined look on her face, “I just mentored someone. I’m a mentor.” Callie says proudly, then frowns when she goes ignored. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I don’t like being ignored.”
“Not ignoring you.” Arizona says sharply, “I’m proud of you. VERY. So proud of you being a mentor. You’re a great teacher.” She finally stops, finding her destination, and pushes the door to the on cal room open, turning toward Callie now with a slightly devilish glare, “A beautiful, hot, sexy mentor with amazing taste in lingerie, and I want to see it.” She finishes with a pull of Callie’s waistband until she’s got her all the way inside.
Callie laughs, and watching in a mixture of lust and astonishment as Arizona takes her time removing Callie’s white coat, then her scrub top, followed by her pants before she politely folds the garments and places them on a nearby chair. Callie raises an eyebrow at Arizona as the blonde glances back at her while she rids of her on clothing and flashes those dimples at Callie.
“Nice choice.” Arizona says, nodding towards Callie’s green lace panties and contrasting black and white checkered bra while she toes off her shoes and pulls at the drawstrings of her pants.
“Are you okay?” Callie asks, laughter in her tone and a skip sigh against the blonde’s lips as she rushes her, pushing her gently against her door as her lips play teasingly over hers. Callie sighs as warm hands skim over her bare waist and hips, moving around to cup her behind and pull her closer still.
“I’m fine.” Arizona replies upon pulling away for a second before dropping a soft kiss on Callie’s shoulder, “Just wanted to see my girlfriend’s underwear.”
Callie laughs at the quirky smirk Arizona sends her way before advancing on her again.
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Cristina munches carelessly on a peanut as she crushes the shell between her thumb and index finger. She sighs heavily as she takes a swig of her beer and she nods offhandedly at Callie, who is now approaching her table.
“Hello.” Callie says quietly, carrying her glass over to the empty seat beside Cristina. She sighs into her gin and tonic, then takes the peanut Cristina offers her. She cracks the shell and pops the legume into her mouth and turns her head slightly in Cristina’s direction when she hears her sigh as well. She returns her attention to her drink soon after, however, and takes a small sip.
The two remain in silent for a long moment, exchanging glances here and there along with exasperated sighs, until Cristina finally gulps the last half of her beer in one long gulp and blurts out, “I hate being single, it sucks.”
Callie nods understandingly, signaling Joe for another two drinks for the table, “I have a bruise on my ass and a tiny gash on my elbow because I think there’ something wrong with Arizona and she won’t tell me, so she’s projecting it onto me in the form lots and lots of sex, that more often than not--leaves me wounded somehow.” Her brow furrows and they wait another minute before turning to one another.
Cristina watches her roommate intently from her seat, then adds, “That sounds like good sex, I don’t know why you’re complaining.”
Callie sneers at her as the waiter delivers their drinks, “Well, Owen wants to make not single and you won’t give it another try, so why are YOU complaining?”
“HEY!” Cristina says, her tone low and serious, but she thinks twice and her shoulders slump over, “Fair game, man, fair game.” She lifts her hand in a fist and touches her knuckles to Callie’s playfully.
“Should I bring it up?” Callie asks.
“Is the sex bad?” Cristina asks into a second mug full of beer.
Callie chuckles slightly, “The sex is never bad.”
“Then what’s the problem?”
“The problem is, we just got started, and if something’s bothering her, I don’t want her to feel like she can’t talk to me about it.”
Cristina stares back blankly for a while before shaking her head, “You’re such a lesbian, dude.” Callie rolls her eyes before Cristina adds, “Why don’t you just ask her?”
“Shouldn’t she know to come to me when something’s wrong?”
“I think that bite mark on your neck is indication enough that she has been coming to you. A lot.” She laughs.
Callie pulls a strand of hair self consciously over the tiny bite mark on her neck and shakes her head, “That’s not the point.”
“You not telling her you think something’s up, is the same as her using hot, brutal sex to mask whatever discomfort she’s feeling.”
Callie sips her drink and watches Cristina confusedly, “Since when are you Yoda?”
“Since I’m great and you should just admit it so that we can all move on with our lives.” She smiles tightly, then adds, “Just tell her.”
“Ugh, but--”
“Shut up and tell her.”
“I will--”
“Good, do it now, she’s coming over here.”
“What?” Callie asks, looking over her left shoulder, “Where?”
Arizona leans over Callie’s left shoulder, mischievous smirk on her face as she offers a low, and husky “boo” against her ear. She giggles when Callie jumps a little at hearing her.
“I was going to say ’over here’, but she beat me to it.” Cristina says nonchalantly.
“Hey, you.” Callie smiles lifting her chin while Arizona lowers hers into a sweet, chaste kiss.
“Hi.” Arizona greets her warmly, happily sipping from Callie’s glass when she offers it, She smacks her lips together, then catches herself wondering off again into those evil thoughts that have been creeping up on her all day. So, she leans in again and kisses the crook of Callie’s neck, humming pleasantly against soft skin.
Cristina smirks at the two before picking up her mug. She clears her throat and says, “Callie has something to tell you before you ram her into another wall.” She gets up and smiles on her way, more than aware of Callie’s terrified, yet accusing glare burning holes in the back of her head.
Arizona laughs nervously, scratches the back of her head and takes the seat Cristina’s left vacant, “What’s going on? What is she talking about?”
“Um--” Callie shrugs, then giggles guiltily. “--you know…”
“Calliope--” Arizona starts warningly, “--what’s wrong?”
“Okay…” Callie replies with an assertive nod before taking a large gulp of her drink and dreading it instantly as the bitter liquid made its way down her throat. She chokes a little, but manages to speak quickly, “I think you’re upset about something and you’re not telling me. And while you’re busy not telling me, you’re using sex as a weapon. A weapon I like very much, don’t get me wrong--” She smiles, “--but it’s bothering me that you feel like you can’t talk to me, and--what kind of foundation are we building if we can’t talk to each other about the important things?”
Arizona’s demeanor softens when she sees Callie seems honestly worried and she instantly feels guilty. She frowns pulls her chair in closer, “It’s stupid.”
“So, I was right.” Callie’s heart sinks a little, but she braces herself anyway.
“It’s really stupid and not really important. It’s just--I’m having feelings…”
“Feelings?”
“Feelings.”
“Feelings--about someone else?” Callie asks worriedly.
“God no!” Arizona assures her, raking Callie’s hand in both of hers, “No---” She sighs, and shakes her head at the stupidity of her actions, “The feelings are about you--good feelings.” She adds, before Callie’s mind can stray to the negative, “And--well--I…I’m starting to have these feelings. These stronger feelings. Like--not THOSE feelings…” She makes sure to state clearly, just in case the thought of someone being in love with her still makes Callie want to run in the opposite direction. “--but still very strong, but--I don’t want to scare you away, or make you think like I’m this textbook, cliché lesbian who wants to get married after only a month of being together, so I haven’t said anything, because I DON’T want us to get married. I just have--”
“Feelings.” Callie clarifies.
“Feelings. Right.” She nods, noting the tiny smile on Callie’s face when she uses air quotes when she says ‘feelings‘, “And I’ve been having these dreams.”
“Dreams? There are dreams?” Callie asks, smiling a little wider because Arizona looks adorable when she’s flustered. Especially when she’s flustered about her. And feelings.
“One dream really. A reoccurring one. In this dream, I tell you I have these feelings” She uses air quotes again, “--and then all of a sudden, you turn into a bisexual polygamist who has more wives than husbands…”
“What?” Callie asks, more than a little entertained.
“Yeah! You had Sloan and Karev, for some reason, but then you had Little Grey, which…ew, and Yang and other Grey and Stevens, and Angelina Jolie. I mean, I can take anyone but, how am I supposed to compete with Angelina Jolie, Callie? HOW?!” She takes a deep breath, worry back in her tone and demeanor, “And I get these images--of you freaking out when I tell you about feelings and another person is added to your freaky little circle of polygamy--You married Nurse Tyler, Callie!”
“So, you keep pulling me into empty rooms to free your mind about the weird dreams?” Callie asks sweetly, leaning in a little closer.
“I’m using you. I know I am. I’m so sorry. I should have told you about my stupid feelings…” Arizona is cut off by the sudden awareness of Callie’s proximity. The brunette has slid off her seat and has moved to stand so close, her hips have found their sneaky way between Arizona’s knees. “--I’m sorry I used you.” Arizona adds with a loud gulp as Callie’s hands fall gently on her thighs.
“You’re feelings aren’t stupid.” Callie tells her, smiling tenderly at Arizona as she leans in so that their lips are merely inches apart, “And you can use me all you want. I like it.” She presses her lips to the blonde’s and they soon find themselves engrossed in a very public, very un-ignored make out session that lasts a couple of minutes before Callie pulls away with a blush on her cheeks and a smile on her lips, “I have feelings, too, by the way. My feelings welcome your feelings.”
Arizona laughs and shakes her head before pulling Callie in for one quick peck, “Can I buy you a drink?”
“Well, you did bruise me in three different places today. I think it’s only fair.”
“Deal.” Arizona nods, keeping her fingers entwined with Callie’s as she takes her seat beside her again.