Something to Talk About (Part 4)
Title: Something to Talk About (4/?)
Authors: hahn_lover18 and callica318
Pairing: Callie Torres & Erica Hahn
Rating: M
Disclaimer: Grey's Anatomy and its characters and locations are the property of ABC and Shonda Rhimes. No copyright infringement intended.
Summary: Immediately following the kiss from episode 4x15, Callie and Erica go on a journey of discovery and realisations.
Spoilers: Contains heavy season 4 spoilers.
Feedback: We’re first-timers at this so we’d love some! It helps with our muses!!
Erica sat on her couch staring blankly at the t.v., which was not turned on. She had a glass of wine in her hand and was clothed in a t-shirt that had some corny slogan about being a cardio surgeon. She had gotten it when she had first entered med school and had taken an interest in cardiology. She had on her favorite black lace panties that were cut like boy shorts and nothing else.
She liked the freedom of almost being naked, but also the comfort of knowing she had something on as well. That was sort of like her personality. She would expose a part of herself to someone only to quickly cover it up again. That was what made what had occurred between her and Callie so unbearable. Erica had exposed herself, and had NOT covered herself back up. It was humiliatingly painful.
Her favorite Joni Mitchell CD was playing. It was one of her newer jazzier albums Both Sides Now. She always played Joni, especially this album, when she was having heart problems. Anyone that knew Erica, and knew this album, would know that she played it because each song was representative for a different stage or realization when one is in love. She was at the last song, Both Sides Now, which was the stage where you realize how there are two sides to love: the good and the bad. And really, how everything has two sides: life, love, and even the clouds.
By this time Erica's eyes were tearing, and her salty wounds of love slid gracefully down her cheeks. She did not wipe them away though; she was too numb to care, too numb to feel.
Erica wouldn't have noticed the knock on her door if it hadn't been for the persistence that the other person clearly had on the other side. She sighed, set her glass down, and made her way over to the door, running a hand through her hair before opening the door a crack to see who on earth was calling on her at this time of night. She swallowed hard at the sight of her misery: Callie Torres.
Callie's breath caught in her throat as Erica opened the door. God she was gorgeous, had she always been this breathtaking? Wearing not much of anything and the wine making her cheeks look flushed Callie thought she was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. She realized she was staring and quickly looked away, a faint blush appearing on her cheeks. "Hi..." she said a mixture of nerves and anticipation making her voice shake even more, "can I come in?"
Erica looked her up and down, and walked back to her spot on the couch and sat. Leaving the door open for Callie to do what she pleased. She grabbed her wine, and gulped the rest of it down. She definitely did not want to be sober at this time. She cared little for her disheveled and intimate appearance. What did she care if she was sitting in a room with the woman she lov--liked, in only a t-shirt and her favorite black lace panties? She curled her knees up under her and starred at Callie without emotion. Joni filled the silence that they could not.
Callie took the open invitation and stepped inside Erica's immaculately furnished house, closing the door timidly behind her. Suddenly the music of Joni Mitchell filled her ears and never had a song hit so close to home. It overwhelmed her and she joined Erica in the emotional silence. When the song was over Callie looked over at Erica and saw tears streaming down her face. Suddenly it was too much for Callie to handle. She crossed the room and sat next to Erica. She gently pried the empty wine glass out of her hands and set it on the table. Then she slowly reached over and took hold of Erica's face, gently wiping her tears away with her thumbs.
Erica closed her eyes as Callie's warm hands wiped away her tears. Her brow began to furrow and she knew that she wouldn't be able to control herself for much longer. Suddenly a fire of anger sparked in her soul and she pulled away sharply form Callie's grasp and stood up. How dare she walk in here and think she can make everything better just by touching me! Erica thought to herself. She's going to have to do a lot more than that if she wants to get me back...or wants to start something with me. Erica wiped away the remaining tears and walked over to her window, and leaned up against it, as she gazed out, watching the little city lights of Seattle sparking in the distance.
Callie sighed in frustration. She hadn;t expected Erica to forgive her that easily but she already missed her warmth. Timidly she walked up behind Erica and followed her gaze out the window. Erica's house had a great view of the Seattle skyline and at night it was really beautiful. But Callie couldn't help thinking how the woman in front of her was more beautiful than a thousand Seattle skylines.
"Erica.." she began slowly, "will you let me explain? I know you’re angry but please just let me. Please don't walk away again"
"If my memory serves me correctly, Torres, I was never the one that walked away. That would be you. You, who walked right into the strong and manly arms of Dr. Sloan." She sneered, using her best, disgusted-with-Yang-voice.
Callie winced; Erica was definitely not making this easy for her. She decided her only option was to just say what she had to say and hope Erica didn't walk away. "You kissed me" she began bluntly, "you kissed me and I...was...umm affected by it...a lot...and that scared the crap out of me because...well because I like penis..." Callie winced at her choice of words but kept going "or so I thought.. but then I wasn't so sure...and I wanted to be sure...so I did the only thing I could think of...I...well you know what I did...and it was awful...and it didn't work because all I could think about was you...you're all I ever think about Erica and I swear I never meant to hurt you! I would never hurt you on purpose I lo-...you mean a lot to me...like a LOT...and I will do anything I can do earn your forgiveness" she finished tears now threatening to spill over again.
Erica directed her gaze to her crying Callie, and stared at her, taking in the beauty within the breakdown. She processed what she had said, and nodded. She nodded. She reached for Callie's hand and brought her palm up to her lips, where she slowly kissed it, pausing to allow her tongue to lick the salt of her skin, and to finally taste her skin. It was sweet in its saltiness and she desperately wanted more. She kissed the spot again before bringing her palm up to cup her cheek, and closed her eyes at the touch.
Callie felt instantly breathless at the gentle touch. God Erica's hands were so soft and warm Callie could only imagine what the rest of her felt like. She shivered slightly at the thought. When she looked up Erica's eyes were open again and the anger was gone. Instead Erica was looking at her with complete tenderness and passion and Callie thought she would die. She slowly reached up and ran her fingers through the blonde hair she'd dreamt about. It was silkier than the finest silk and Callie felt like she was touching a piece of heaven. She thought Erica could very well be an angel, her angel.
Erica smiled for what felt like the first time that day. "That feels nice,” she whispered.
Callie's heart warmed at the words and she felt like if she didn't kiss her right then she would explode. She slowly leaned forward and pressed her lips to Erica's, tangling her fingers even further in the silky smoothness.
Erica almost groaned at the initiation, and immediately snaked her hands to Callie's seductive hips, as she felt her hands tangle in her mane. She pulled Callie towards her so their hips were touching. The effect was immediate; as soon as their pelvis' touched, Erica felt that familiar tingly sensation stir between her legs. This time she did release a low growl, and kissed Callie back forcefully. She slid her tongue between her teeth and licked Callie's lips, demanding entrance.
Callie moaned softly and let Erica's tongue slide in her mouth as their tongues dueled for possession of the kiss. Callie had never felt so aroused from a kiss and she had never wanted anything or anyone as much as she now wanted Erica.
Erica paused and broke their kiss. She pulled back to gaze into her friend-turned-lovers' eyes. She removed a hand from her hip to cup and stroke Callie 's cheek
"Cal," She said softly, "are you sure you want this? Because if we start this nothing will ever be the same. I won't go back."
Callie could hardly focus with Erica's warm body pressed against hers but she could feel the uncertainty emanating off of Erica and she knew she needed reassurance. "Er," she said slowly "I have never wanted anything so much in my entire life. I know nothing will be the same, but it can only get better with you in it. I can't imagine ever not wanting you. You're all I want and you're all I need."
Erica shifted her weight to lean in closer to the woman in front of her. Dr. Hahn, Chief heart surgeon of Seattle Grace would never admit it, maybe not even to Callie, but her words just melted her heart completely. She softened her stiff-lipped expression, into a soft but sad smile. She cupped Callie’s face with her left hand and stroked her cheek with her thumb. "Oh Cal, you’re such a softie." she said gently, turning her what would be McSassy comment into a token of gratitude and mutual love. "Come here, you." She whispered lowly, letting the sound waves roll like waves into the dark woman's ears and vibrate long after they were uttered. Erica tipped her head and kissed Callie chastly. The same way she had in the elevator.
Callie's entire body shook with desire as she felt Erica's words run through her body. She thought there could never be a sexier, more arousing voice than the raspy, gravely one that was Erica Hahn's. Unlike in the elevator this time Callie responded immediately, moving her mouth against Erica's before slowly deepening the kiss. Callie raked her fingers continually through Erica's hair, never getting enough of the spun silk to satisfy her. She felt Erica's hands move to her lower back and pull her closer and moaned softly at the increased body contact.
Erica moaned into Callie's mouth, playing with her tongue, which felt like velvet! - and pulled her body closer to her own. She was seriously regretting not having any pants on, since the very thin contact that was separating her throbbing flesh from Callie's was a bit too tempting to erase. As their breast's grazed one another, Erica's head began to go dizzy, and when she felt Callie grip the roots of her hair, it was almost the end of that barrier. Erica pulled back and abruptly ended the kiss, breathing heavily. "We..ehh.. we should.. uh..stop." She swallowed, glancing around nervously, trying to find anything that would tempt her eyes to rest on that was NOT Callie's appealing body. "I..uh...I don't trust myself...to be able to stop...if we keep going." she said, giving Callie a weak smile.
Callie was also trying to get her breathing under control and Erica's lack of significant clothing was making that very difficult. "We don't have to stop. We could just give in and..." Callie trailed off suggestively. Then she removed a hand from Erica's hair and slowly trailed it up her naked thigh.
Erica closed her eyes and hitched her breath at Callie’s tantalizing action, "Callie..." she said in a warning tone. She stopped her hand from continuing its trail and forced it off of her thigh. "Keep your hands to yourself Torres." she teased.
Callie looked at Erica challengingly “Not a problem” she said slowly “I have many other skills that involve no use of my hands at all…” she said seductively as she slowly leaned forward and placed her lips on Erica’s neck, tantalizingly biting and sucking the flesh while Erica squirmed.
Erica swallowed again and arched her head up to look at the ceiling, trying desperately to ignore what Callie's--veryyy talented tongue and mouth--were doing to her exposed neck. "Cal..Cal.." she giggled, trying to be serious," Cal...STOP!" She gently pushed her back and held her at arm's length. "Stop." She warned slowly.
"How can you expect me to stop when that damn sexy voice of yours just makes me want you even more?" Callie said, slowly raking her eyes over Erica's body.
The blonde tried to bite back a smug grin, but all efforts were done in vain. She beamed confidently at Callie and replied, "Now look, I can't help that my vocal chords make you, as well as others, want to masturbate when you hear them, so don't go blaming this on me." She smirked again before continuing, "Now look Cal, I would invite you to stay over-- I mean fuck, let's face it, I want nothing more than to get you that bed of mine, but...uh...I think we should take this slow...you know...I don't want to be just another Mark or something. I know you have "needs--many needs--but i want you heart too babe--not just your fab. bod- okay?"
"I don't want to be your bi-curious booty call, okay? I need to know you can wait for the goods. I want you to want me, not just my killer tits and ass, kay?" She said, smiley arrogantly.
Callie sighed, "Good thing I don't like my lovers humble huh?" she joked. Then she turned serious for a moment "I know I hurt you Erica and I am so sorry, I can't say it enough times. I know I just have to wait for you to trust me but..." she cracked a smile "don't think I'm going to make this easy for you!" Then leaned forward and planted a long, deep kiss on Erica, leaving them both breathless.
Then she grabbed her purse off the sofa and with one last wink at her blonde beauty she headed out the door before she could lose whatever little resolve she had.
Erica grinned and grabbed her phone off the counter. She quickly sent a text to her sultry tease, which read: See you at work tomorrow. P.S. I look forward to seeing you TRY to get me horny at work--remember, I pride myself in my professionalism. Erica snorted at her text which was way longer than any text should be, but then what the hell, she would have majored in English lit if she hadn't been drawn to medicine. And with that she threw her phone back on the counter and headed to bed.
When Callie got to her apartment and she finally had a moment to check her phone, she grinned as she read the typically Erica text message that was awaiting her. She'll be lucky to till lunchtime she thought. As she headed to bed she was already dreaming of ways to make her Cardio surgeon's resolve crash and burn.