Top ten things Erica Hahn loves about Callie Torres.

1. When Callie accidentally-on purpose permanently borrowed Erica's favorite dark gray hoodie, Erica caught Callie sniff the hoodie and gleefully declare, "Ericascent!"  This warmed Erica more than the hoodie ever did.

2. Three words: Lap Dance Fridays.  Callie also had a pole installed in their ( Read more... )

It all started with Callie's Spiderman underwear.

Erica blamed Spidey.

Callie, wearing only a clingy tank top and Spiderman underwear, was brushing her teeth in Erica's immaculate bathroom. That night, Callie opted for the thick, cotton briefs with the red, elastic waistband and vibrant cartoons championing an iconic superhero with the unfortunate ( Read more... )

Navigating through my ipod and inspired by darsfebruary's "Callie Lyrics" post yesterday, I stumbled on this song and realized how perfectly it fit Callie post-breakup. Plus, the video is really cool.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EqWLpTKBFcU
Lyrics to The Scientist :
Come up to meet you, tell you I’m sorry,
You don’t know how lovely you are.
I had to ( Read more... )

Inspired by "Lucky" by Jason Mraz featuring Colbie Caillat:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-BPPl9TA0vk (sorry, the music and video don't quite match) and the poem "To You" by Kenneth Koch.

Callie's eyes fluttered open to a field of pale yellow, her face buried in Erica's flaxen waves.  The two women spooned, connected at every curve in Callie's ( Read more... )

Callie stalked furtively through the hospital, her troubled face angled downward, actively avoiding eye contact with anyone.  Her eyes focused on the galaxy of silver specks in the cheap linoleum floor under her sneakered feet.  Callie finally spotted a dark on-call room, shouldered the door open, and deftly closed and locked the door behind her.   ( Read more... )

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EG0Q3kR7_9c  (video of "Pictures of You")

Callie writhed restlessly in bed and watched the sliver of moon climb its routine arc across the indigo sky, willing that stubborn moon to move faster.  Callie swore time stopped at night to account for these torturously long, dark hours.  Every click of the clock chanted Erica ( Read more... )

Erica was changing back into her street clothes in the locker room after another soul-crushing, alienating day.  She was beyond tired, near-catatonic in her drowsiness.  Her body just wanted to fall into a bed, preferably with a Callie in it.  Her frustration with everyone around her wearied her until she couldn't even be angry anymore.

This new ( Read more... )

Callie laid on top of Erica, completely spent and struggling to catch her breathe, her ear over Erica's heart, listening to the reverberating throb of the heart she recently laid claim to.  The women savored their afterglow, cocooned in their comfy bed, the shadowed room lit only by remote stars and the distant moon's dim rays slanting through the ( Read more... )

Callie squinted, scrutinizing her smoldering reflection in the bathroom mirror, twirling left and then right, inspecting her makeup and hair before spritzing her abundant cleavage with the perfume Erica bought her for Christmas.  The perfume's potency morphed Erica into a clothes-ripping savage.  Satisfied with her sultry image, Callie shut off the ( Read more... )

The following Saturday, of course, found Erica (and sometimes Callie) lugging Callie's cumbersome cardboard boxes into Callie's bedroom in her sparkly, new apartment.

"I think that's the last of 'em,"  Callie announced, flopping on her stomach on the bare mattress, the bed springs squeaking under her.

"Oh, get up.  I did most of the carrying.  All ( Read more... )