Erica and Callie's combined luck usually granted them the same day off work.  If not, one of the women would strategize and shuffle her schedule around to arrange to have at least an afternoon together.  It was unsaid they would spend whatever time they had together, maybe going to a movie, but most likely running errands or tending to long- ( Read more... )

Callie clasped Erica's hand to chivalrously and stealthily lead her out of Joe's, dodging and darting through the dense crowd, purposefully avoiding eye contact with anyone to ensure a clean and speedy getaway.  Once they hit the safety of the parking lot, Callie gleefully swung Erica out to her side.  Callie freed Erica's hand, only to wrap her ( Read more... )

1.  "Dogs" by Damien Rice

I'm studying her sleeping form, sniffing her blonde head.  She's snoring, her face nuzzled into my neck, her breathe tickling my skin.  More than half her body is on top of me, a human blanket, her leg swung possessively over my stomach.  This blonde who lives with me.  Or I live with her.  In our little house.  And our new ( Read more... )

1.  "Not About Love" by Fiona Apple

"Mark, it's not about love!"  I protest, hugging myself on the couch in an on-call room.  Erica just snubbed me in the hallway, like I was dead to her.

"Of course it's about love!  Even I know that.  I've seen the way she looks at you.  I've seen the way you look at her.  This shit's been going on for almost a year ( Read more... )

Leaning against the bar and sipping her Jack and Coke, Callie scoped out the crowd at Joe's for her favorite tall blonde.  Callie had texted Erica earlier, instructing Erica to come to Joe's after her shift.  Erica texted back she had a late surgery and would meet Callie afterwards.  To kill time during her insipid wait, Callie distracted herself ( Read more... )

Callie spasmed awake from her deep, catatonic sleep, alarmed by the sensation of free-falling in a dream.  Seeking comfort, Callie naturally cuddled further into Erica, her face warmly cozied into Erica's pliable, freckled neck.  Callie softly kissed the sweet spot where Erica's neck intersected with her shoulder, one of Callie's favorite spots on ( Read more... )

Callie paced the empty attendings' breakroom and compulsively checked the time on her cellphone yet again:  1:15pm.  She and Erica were to meet in the attendings' breakroom on the fourth floor at 12:30.  The two women craved privacy and no one used this room, tucked away in a dusty corner of the hospital, most doctors forgetting it even existed.  ( Read more... )

Callie and Erica goofily swung their entwined hands and traded coy, flirty, bordering-on-annoying-lovesick glances as they walked to Erica's front door after yet another day of exhausting, life-saving medical procedures.  Erica was innocently unlocking the front door when Callie stalkishly cuddled up behind her and buried her face in Erica's ( Read more... )

Erica was finishing up a mountain of paperwork after a neverending, pain-in-the-ass day.  After work, Erica habitually, naturally sought Callie.  Her best friend and only ally on this planet, Callie was Erica's failsafe cure to a shit day.  Callie's neon-lit smile never failed to flip a switch in Erica, reminding Erica that the world could never be ( Read more... )

"So, baby, what time is the ultrasound tomorrow?  What time should we get up?"  Erica called out as she climbed into bed.  Callie walked towards the bed from the bathroom, rubbing lotion into her elbows.  She was wearing a light pink, flimsy cotton camisole, one strap askew on her caramel shoulder, and short plaid boxers.

"Um, ultrasound's at 11 so ( Read more... )