Grey's Anatomy - Choices (3/23)
Title: Choices
Chapter 3/23
Authors: Faith & Kye
Pairing: Callie/Arizona
Rating: NC-17
Story Summary: Post-6x17 "Push" -- Arizona prefers chickens to children, and Callie isn't okay with that. Heartbroken and lonely, the two women try unsuccessfully to move on with their lives, only to find they really are made for eachother.
Chapter Summary: Falling off the wagon...twice.
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Never, ever, ever had Arizona had a hangover this bad in her entire life.
It was just…horrible.
She was way too old to do that ever, ever again. Especially if she wanted to come out of it alive on the other side.
Thanking God she had the day off, she had spent most of the morning lying in bed with an icepack against the back of her head and a large amount of over-the-counter pain killers sitting on the side table.
At least it provided something of an excuse to stay in bed, other than she was heartbroken and never wanted to get up again.
Except for ice cream. Which happened once or twice in between ignoring phone calls.
Finally, in the late afternoon, she had managed to shower and dress without throwing up in between and was getting ready to leave.
To go to Callie’s. To get her stuff. For good.
Arizona was digging through her purse in a daze, trying to figure out where her car keys went, when a loud knock sounded at the door.
“Oh, go away,” she sighed heavily, really not up for visitors. But the knocking continued, and she eventually stormed over to pull the door open, prepared to get cranky with whoever it was.
“Mark?” She blinked at the man standing in her doorway, looking broody. “What…are you doing here?”
“Oh, I was just in the neighborhood,” he replied casually as he pushed past her into the apartment. He looked around with minimal interest. “I'd like to say you have a nice place here, but...” He trailed off as his brow furrowed. “It's way too clean.” He turned back to face the blonde. “Like, 'serial killer' type clean.”
Arizona shoved the door closed as she pinned him in place with a hard stare. “I'm not exactly in the mood for visitors today, so if you don't mind...”
“Oh, I mind.” Mark crossed his arms over his chest as he returned the look. “Why are you doing this? I mean, I thought it would just be a chick...'thing', and then it would be over.” He gave a slight shrug, but never uncrossed his arms. “You'd make up and everything would be back to normal.”
“Shows how much you know about women,” Arizona shot back, shoving past him to get to the kitchen. “It doesn’t work like that.” She pulled open the fridge, then realized there was next to no food in it.
Unless she wanted barbeque sauce and pickles.
Great.
Closing it made her wince as the door slammed shut a little too loudly. “Look, it’s really none of your -”
“Of course it’s my business,” Mark interrupted in a loud voice. “Torres is my person.”
Arizona’s head gave another hard throb, and she reached up to massage at both temples. “Please stop yelling,” she groaned. “I only just stopped throwing up, and I really don’t wanna start again.”
Although, she’d gladly upchuck on Sloan’s shoes if it would get him to leave.
“I’m going over there to get my stuff. Which I gather she told you, since you’re her…’person’, or whatever.”
Mark took a few steps closer as he finally uncrossed his arms. “She didn't so much tell me,” he started as he walked over to stand on the opposite end of the bar separating the kitchen from the living room. He stretched his arms out to rest his hands along the edge as he leaned forward. “It was more like 'cried it into my shoulder half the freakin' night',” he finished as his voice raised just a little.
He might as well have been a bull horn screeching as far as Arizona was concerned. Her head was still throbbing from her hangover and her ears were in 'ultra-sensitive' mode.
The blonde winced again as she reached up to rub at her brow. “Shit,” she cursed softly as she imagined Callie doing just that.
“I just don't get you Robbins,” Mark went on, not missing a beat. “You were happy. Torres was the happiest I've ever seen her. It took a long time for her to get over the total train wreck that was O'Malley.” That was something he didn't particularly wanna re-live at the moment. “You made her smile again. You made her laugh and...” He trailed off with a desperate wave of his hand. “...other mushy chick stuff. Is any of this getting through?”
Arizona released a heavy sign and leaned against the fridge, facing Mark and crossing her arms. “I know,” she replied softly. “She makes me happy, too.” A faint smile crossed her lips as she thought of Callie on her birthday, wearing that red party hat in her new lingerie and offering her donuts. Even after she had had a mental breakdown and left earlier that same night.
She had known right then how much she loved that woman.
“But that doesn’t change that she wants a whole gaggle of children, and I…don’t.”
“Don’t, or won’t?” Mark replied with a pointed stare.
“Same thing,” Arizona said evenly, matching his stare with one of her own. “I can’t ask her to give up what she wants, and I can’t give that to her, so…even if we love eachother it just…doesn’t work.”
Which was so very, very screwed up. She might have been drunk the night before, but she very clearly remembered kissing in the bathroom, and the mutual feelings that were still behind it.
Mark was silent for a long moment as he considered the woman's words. He dropped his gaze away as he quietly drummed his fingers against the smooth wood on the counter. “Y'know,” he finally started, more gently this time as he kept her eyes focused on his hands. “I'll be the first to admit that I'm not the best guy to be saying this.” He finally lifted his gaze to lock on to the other pair of deep blue eyes. “But if there's anything I've learned from the many...” He paused again with a slight tilt of his head. “...many sexual encounters that I've had, it's that sex is a want. It comes.” Another tilt of his head. “You come,” he added as his lips upturned in a barely there smirk. “And then it’s gone.”
Sloan pushed himself back off the counter, never breaking the contact with Arizona's eyes as he slowly walked around towards the end. “But love...love is that one thing that'll never be gone when you wake up the next morning. It'll never leave in the middle of the night. Never promise to call the next day and then not.”
He didn't know if he was using this analogy quite right, but from the look on Arizona's face, and in her eyes, he was pretty close.
“We can want or not want a lot of things, Robbins,” Mark finished as he made his way towards the exit. “But love...” He sighed with another shake of his head. “We don’t have a lot of control over whether we want it or not. You two can tell yourselves you’re ‘fine’ until the cows come home, but even the cows won't believe you.”
Mark kept their eye contact for a moment longer before opening the door and then quietly slipping outside.
Arizona watched him go silently, thinking over his words.
It was creepy when Mark Sloan was all…poetic and talking about love. Unnatural, somehow.
But still.
She released a sigh and rubbed at her head some more. “I hate hangovers.”
***
Arizona took the extended route to Callie’s building, purposely taking her sweet time in getting there.
It was pouring rain outside, as it tended to do in Seattle. She sat in her car in the parking lot, leaning against the cold window for ten minutes and staring blankly ahead before finally forcing herself to get on with it.
Once on the fifth floor, Arizona flipped the keychain in her hand until she landed on the one to Callie’s apartment. It was a habit by now. But she paused almost as soon as she found it, and then dropped the keys back into her purse. With a sigh, she knocked tentatively on the door.
Callie was seated on the middle of the couch with her elbows resting on her knees. Her hands were folded together in front of her mouth, clinging onto a used tissue as tears streaked down her face.
Two full cardboard boxes sat next to her on the couch cushion. The thick black magic marker emblazoned on the side simply read 'Arizona'.
It had taken her all night just to pack those two.
The sound of a soft knock on the door broke her heart all over again as she slowly closed her eyes. Another tense moment passed before she was able to pull her head back to call out, “It's open.” There was an audible shake in her voice, but she was so past the point of trying to hide it anymore.
The door opened, and Arizona tentatively stepped inside. “Hey…” She swallowed back as she closed it behind her, setting her purse down on the floor before making her way slowly over to the couch.
Her heart broke upon seeing Callie crying. She shrugged off her coat and tossed it onto the adjacent chair before sitting next to her on the couch. She ignored the boxes with her stuff on her ex-girlfriend’s other side.
“Please don’t cry,” Arizona whispered, reaching up to brush back loose strands of black hair. “It’s gonna be okay.”
She didn’t know how, but…it had to be, right?
“Really, Arizona?” Callie shot back a lot angrier than she had intended. She wasn't really all that angry anymore. Just...
Hurt.
Incredibly, extremely...hurt.
“You tell me how it's all gonna be 'okay',” she snapped again as she turned to grab one of the cardboard boxes. “Does this look 'okay' to you, hm? This,” she went on as she shook the box in her grasp. “This is what we come down to. Two boxes. Two lousy fucking boxes...” She released the box with a hard shove as a fresh flood of tears began to flow.
Arizona didn’t even spare a glance for the contents that spilled out onto the floor as the box tipped over. “I don’t know,” she admitted softly, ringing both hands in her lap and staring down at them. “I do know we’ll still see eachother almost every day.” She couldn’t bring herself to say ‘we can still be friends’, because that was just…wrong to say to someone you still cared about. “I know that I still want you in my life.” She finally lifted her gaze back up to meet Callie’s sad eyes with her own.
“C’mere,” she whispered softly, pulling the brunette into her arms. She buried her face into soft dark hair and held the other woman close.
Callie wrapped her arms around the blonde in return, clutching her tightly as she sniffled back through her tears. She wiped at her nose with the tissue she still had in her left hand. Her eyes were red and bloodshot from the endless hours of crying.
“I can't believe this,” the brunette whispered after another few moments had passed. “How did we even get here? We were so happy. At least, I know I was.” Her brow furrowed as she felt a lump rise in her throat. “The happiest I've been in...forever.” She clutched just a little tighter against the warm body in her arms.
“Me too,” Arizona replied faintly, stroking her fingers softly against the back of Callie’s neck. “You know last night was the first time I’d even been home in over a week?” she smiled sadly and pulled back a little from the contact. “It felt…strange, to say the least.” Not to mention very empty.
She swallowed back hard, unable to break eye contact with Callie. “I should…go, probably.”
That thought alone seized Callie's heart with a deep, clenching burn.
Her fingers tightened their grip on Arizona's shirt. She pulled her in without meaning to as she leaned forward to bring their lips barely more than an inch apart. “Don't,” she whispered softly.
Everything inside of Callie was screaming how wrong this was. How this wasn't helping. How this was just going to make it that much harder. To let go. To move on.
To...everything.
The smart part of Arizona’s brain was telling her that she should just walk away. That she should get up and leave before things went any further.
But she rarely listened to that part of her brain outside of work.
Especially when it came to leaving Callie’s apartment forever.
It was unclear who pulled who in first, but they were suddenly kissing again. Deep, passionate…the kind that neither of them planned on ending.
Ever.
Arizona leaned into Callie with a soft moan, tangling her fingers into dark locks.
Callie returned the moan as she slipped her right hand down to curve along the smooth plane of the blonde's ribcage. Her fingers once again bunched into the material of her shirt, tugging hard as she fell back against the couch.
Arizona released a harsh gust of air against her partner's mouth as she suddenly found herself on top of the familiar warm body. She reluctantly broke the kiss a moment later, pulling back to meet those same familiar dark brown eyes.
“What...what're we doing?” she whispered softly, trying to be the voice of reason in that instant.
Callie swallowed back as her fingers tightened even more into the thin material of Arizona's long-sleeved shirt. “Breaking up,” she whispered as she gave her hand another hard tug to pull the blonde's lips back against her own.
Arizona kissed her back instantly, running a hand up Callie’s side as she pressed down into the warm body beneath her. All thoughts of this being a bad idea flew out of her head, and she slid that hand up beneath the other woman’s shirt.
If they were gonna go out, it might as well be with a bang.
Er…so to speak.
The second box of her contents crashed to the floor and spilled on top of the other one.
Callie's hands were already reaching for the hem of the other woman's shirt even before her own back hit the cushion of the couch. She moaned in frustration as she clawed at the material, but it just wouldn't budge.
“What kinda shirt is this?” she grumbled as she suddenly pulled back from the kiss to glance down where her hands were working in earnest, but to no avail.
Arizona laughed softly. Because Callie was just so cute when she was frustrated. “Here,” the blonde called softly as she sat back and then reached down to pull the shirt over her head.
A soft moan of appreciation instantly spilled forth from the other woman's lips as her hands made contact with the soft, warm skin of Arizona's stomach. She curved her fingers along the swell of the blonde's hips, pulling them forward as she raised up to press her lips where her hands had just been.
A soft sigh escaped Arizona, and her right hand fell down to weave its way into Callie’s dark hair briefly, before moving down to tug up on her shirt.
She wanted it off. Nowish.
Callie refused to pull away long enough to allow Arizona to remove it, keeping her lips pressed against her stomach. Until Arizona got insistent and nearly choked her pulling it up over her head, making her laugh when it was finally off. “You’re the most impatient person I know,” Callie chuckled.
“Sorry,” Arizona grinned, then bent back down to steal another quick kiss from those sweet tasting lips. “But I like you naked.”
Callie moaned before leaning down to attach hers once again to Arizona’s stomach.
She liked her naked, too.
Callie nearly lost it when her lips broke contact so that the other woman could slide back down her body. The skin on her stomach met with the skin on Arizona’s.
“Jesus,” the brunette groaned as she felt the smooth warmth of her lover's skin gliding against her own.
“Arizona,” the blonde corrected teasingly as she smirked against the side of Callie’s neck, kissing softly against the ‘spot’ she knew the other woman had just behind her ear.
The one that made her purr like a kitten.
She suddenly sat back and pulled on Callie’s arms. “Up. Now.” In a haze, Arizona tugged Callie off the couch into a standing position, their bodies slamming into eachother as they melded together once more. Through the heated kiss, Arizona reached down to tug on Callie’s jeans, her fingers numb and having trouble with the belt.
Callie reached down, pushing Arizona's hands aside to make quick work of it herself instead. As soon as it was loose and hanging open at her waist, her hands raised up to weave themselves into wavy blonde hair.
Arizona ran her right palm down Callie’s stomach, then around her ribcage and slid it down to the small of her back. She kissed the brunette until she needed oxygen, and then moved her lips down along her neck instead. Her hand slipped just inside of Callie’s pants, over her ass and pulled her in hard with a groan. She heard a soft chuckle against her ear.
“Perv.”
Arizona pulled back just long enough to flash Callie a smile, before dropping to her knees in front of her, tugging those annoying pants over her hips and down her legs, while leaning in to kiss along her stomach.
The brunette sucked in a harsh breath at the first touch of the other woman's lips against her skin. The muscles in her abdomen tightened as she blinked her eyes and then slowly closed them. Her fingers found their way into her lover’s hair again as she dug them in as deeply as they would go.
Arizona flexed her fingers against her partner's hips as she kept her mouth focused on Callie's tummy. She knew how sensitive it was, and how much she liked it there.
“Arizona...”
Said woman continued her assault on Callie’s stomach, while her hands slowly dragged those pesky jeans all the way down her legs. She pulled her lips back long enough to focus on helping Callie step out of them without falling over, and then went right back to the kissing and caressing.
Arizona released a groan of disapproval when Callie suddenly tugged gently on her hair, urging her back up to her feet. She took her time, but as soon as she was standing again, the other woman pushed her back toward the wall.
She hit a small side table with a lamp and pictures on it first, sending them crashing to the floor. Arizona pulled back from the kiss, breathless. “Crap-”
“Leave it,” the brunette ordered, and Arizona immediately smirked as Callie pushed her past the table and roughly into the wall. Her hands snagged Callie by the hips, and she pulled the body in hard against her own.
Callie pulled back at the last moment, pausing to meet the set of deep blue eyes with a steady gaze. Her right hand lifted, the tips of her fingers barely brushing a soft cheek as she let out a ragged breath.
Arizona's brow furrowed, waiting for her to say or do something. “Calliope?”
Callie closed her eyes as she leaned back in to reclaim the other woman's lips.
***
Callie's eyes shot open as her body arched up off the bed. Her nails bit sharply into the soft, smooth flesh of her lover's back as her toes curled into the cool sheets. Brown eyes slipped closed as she tipped her head back in a soft, breathless gasp.
“Zona...”
The blonde grunted softly against Callie’s ear as she moved against the her. She loved it when the other woman clawed at her back like that.
Arizona turned her lips in to kiss against the brunette’s ear while her hand worked itself between Callie’s legs. She stroked inside her pussy with two fingers while her thumb massaged against her clit. She rocked her hips up into Callie’s, the front of her thigh pressing her hand in harder with each slow thrust.
She knew how much Callie loved that, too.
“Oh, fuck,” Arizona murmured when Callie raked her fingernails against her skin again, hard enough to leave marks. She was used to curbing her swearing habit, considering her job with the tiny humans, but her tongue had a mind of its own in bed with this woman.
Arizona turned her face into Callie’s neck and she breathed in deeply.
It was everything Callie could do not to break down right then and there. It wasn't really a good thing to start crying right in the middle of sex, but in this case, it wouldn't be a bad thing either. She just felt so...full, and so...overwhelmed in the moment...
It was all she could really think to do.
Instead, she just clung onto the body above hers a little tighter.
Arizona sucked hard against the skin on Callie’s neck, enjoying the barely audible gasp it brought from the other woman. She moved her lips less than a quarter inch and did it again, marking her.
Just because.
“Calliope,” Arizona breathed against soft skin. Her left arm was shaking with the effort of holding up her weight as she moved against the other woman, her right hand still buried down between them. She thrust her hips forward harder, and smiled breathlessly at how Callie arched up into her.
Stars. That's all Callie could see at the moment. Just...
Stars.
Blunt nails dug harder into soft flesh as she struggled to pull in a much needed breath. A task that was becoming increasingly more difficult by the moment.
And then she felt Arizona bite down softly against her neck.
“Oh...G-od,” Callie cried out into the room as her body arched painfully higher. She felt the familiar clenching in her stomach as she twisted her sweaty body beneath the weight of her lover's.
The white sheet clung to their slick skin as they moved together, completely lost in one another.
***
Mark Sloan very slowly opened the door to Callie’s apartment, waiting to see if he could hear her and Arizona still talking, or…crying or something. But there was only silence, so he slipped inside and closed it quietly behind him.
He shifted the ‘break up kit’ items in his arms: ice cream, various movies, and a box of kleenex.
Because he was pretty sure that after last night, Callie would be out by now.
“Tor-“ Mark stopped calling out his best friend’s name halfway through it. He settled his gaze on the living room in front of him - a small side table had been knocked clear on its side, the lamp and picture frames that had been on top scattered over the floor. The boxes that had earlier been sitting on the couch were now spilled all over the floor in front of it. Even the small dining table was pushed toward the wall at a weird angle.
Immediately thinking that someone had broken in, Mark ran further into the apartment. No one was in the main open area, or Cristina’s bedroom, so he made a beeline down the hall and burst into Callie’s.
And immediately froze. The white bed sheet was down across the small of Arizona’s back as she moved on top of Callie, who appeared to be in the middle of a really big orgasm.
Struck stupid, Mark dropped everything he held in his arms to the floor with a loud clatter.
Callie was still distracted. Obviously.
But Arizona heard the sound the instant everything hit the floor. She quickly jerked her head back over her left shoulder, her eyes widening when she spotted the man standing in the doorway.
“Mark!” she growled, partly in frustration, and partly in embarrassment. “Get the hell out!” she screamed again when the frozen surgeon still hadn't moved.
By now, Callie had come down enough from her high to be a little more aware of the situation.
But just a little.
“Wha?” she mumbled incoherently as she blinked through her blurry haze.
An image was forming, so she squinted her eyes. It was a...familiar shape...
Dark brown eyes widened in an instant. “Sloan!” she screeched as she clutched at the sheets with a desperate hand. “Get lost, will ya?!”
Mark was still staring wide-eyed, frozen in place. His mouth was opening and closing, much like a fish out of water.
But still, he just stared.
Arizona immediately reached down to grab the sheet and yank it back up to cover their bodies. She collapsed to the side of Callie and pulled it over her head, hiding beneath in shame.
This was just…great.
“Mark!” Callie barked, clutching her side of the sheet to her chest. She grit her teeth and reached over to grab the closest thing she could find on the bedside table, which turned out to be her alarm clock. It sailed across the room, and Mark barely lifted his arm in time to keep it from knocking him unconscious.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I thought there was a trouble!” He was kind of trying to hide behind his hand and avert his gaze, but he couldn’t help it, he kept glancing in their direction before looking away again.
A smirk had begun to replace the stupefied expression on Mark’s face, though at least this time he was ‘politely’ staring at the wall when he spoke. “Nice ass, Robbins,” he chuckled.
Underneath the sheets in her hiding place, Arizona groaned in humiliation and buried her face into the mattress.
***
“Are you serious?”
Cristina smacked her hand down against the table as she looked from Meredith down to the mess of brown hair that was plastered to their table.
“Oh yes,” Mark chimed in with a bright, knowing smile as he reclined back in his seat. “And they looked like they had been going at it for at least an hour.”
Callie lifted her forehead just enough to smack it back down against her folded arms.
“An hour?” Yang repeated as her eyes widened and her head jerked back just a little. She shifted her gaze to her best friend. “An hour?” she said again, her voice much lower this time.
Meredith smirked, and Mark chuckled.
Callie's head suddenly popped up from the table as her arms outstretched on both sides. “Y'know, I'm so glad that my...my unending pain and...eternal suffering is such the hot topic these days...”
“Pain and suffering?” Cristina shot back in an instant. “Oh yeah. I bet it was really painful to have hot, sweaty lesbian sex for hours on end.” She looked back to her best friend, shrugging with a disbelieving look.
“It could be if the other person involved is supposed to be your recent ex,” Meredith chimed in as she casually glanced in Callie's direction. “Then again,” she added after a beat, “it is still sex.”
Brown eyes narrowed at the other woman.
“Amen to that,” Mark added with a wide smirk just before lifting his apple to take a bite.
Callie reached over and smacked him hard on the shoulder. “You should really learn how to knock. I had to spend half an hour convincing Arizona that you really didn't see her ass, just to get her out from underneath the covers.”
“You saw Robbins' ass?” Yang piped in as she leaned forward in her chair.
Mark's smirked widened and Callie smacked him again.
“Come on, Callie,” Meredith broke in. “This has gotta be some kinda record. Even for us.” She glanced towards Cristina, but she was still lost in her own little world. She shook her head before turning her gaze back to the other brunette. Her smile widened just a bit. “Worst attempted break-up in Seattle Grace history.”
“What?” Torres instantly replied. “No way. Please. Not even,” she laughed a bit nervously, glancing from one occupant at the table to the next. Her smile slowly faded to be replaced by a knowing pout. She shook her head with a short breath as she lifted her right hand to vaguely gesture through the air. “Okay,” she finally relented, “so what if we have more sex now than when we were 'officially' together...”
Mark's smirk finally faltered, his brow furrowing as he turned to his best friend. “You do?” His glanced back over his shoulder as he subtly leaned towards the brunette. “Was it always as hot as...” he trailed off with a gesture of his apple.
Callie reared back and smacked him again.
Cristina started laughing again while Callie beat Mark. “Oh, please. I live with you. You guys had plenty of loud obnoxious sex before you broke up. I was just polite enough to put in ear plugs or sleep at Owen’s. Little Grey wasn’t the only one to walk in on your ‘shower for two’ scenes.”
Mark sat up straight in his chair. “They were show - ow!” He rubbed at his arm where Callie kept super-punching him. She was very, very strong when she was angry.
“Guys,” Meredith hissed under her breath, kicking Mark underneath the table, drawing another indignant ‘ow!’ from him. She seemed to be the only one who noticed Arizona heading for their table from the cafeteria entrance.
The group fell silent, all except for Mark. He beamed a winning smile up at Arizona when she stopped right next to him, an unreadable expression on her face. “Dr. Robbins, how lovely to see you. Again.”
Arizona rolled her eyes, reached down, and grabbed Mark by the ear. She dug her nails in and pulled.
Mark shrieked in protest, nearly falling backwards out of his chair as he stumbled after an also very strong Arizona, being dragged along by the ear like a little child.
Only when they were far enough away from the table did she release him, still looking rather unimpressed. “I need a consult.” She roughly slammed her chart into his chest, winding him. “Fifteen year old with severe third-degree burns to his right arm and chest. Needs a skin graft. Can you take a look?”
Mark paused a moment to catch his breath as he held the chart against his chest. He shot the blonde a dirty look before slowly turning the folder over where he could get a better look. “It'd be my pleasure,” he grumbled as he flipped open the chart.
Back across the room, seated at the head of the table, Callie's dark eyes were trained on the two blondes. Her knee was bouncing nervously beneath the table as she lifted her hand to chew on her thumb nail.
“You know, you really shouldn't do that,” Yang spoke up, never taking her eyes from her pudding cup as she dug at the bottom with her spoon.
Callie kept her gaze focused on her ex-girlfriend and current best friend.
Things were a little...tense, right now.
But also...something else.
Every time she looked at Arizona, all she could think about doing was-
“Earth to Torres.” Yang snapped her fingers in front of Callie's face before waving her hand.
Callie jerked, her eyes widening as she was suddenly snapped out of her daze. “Huh?”
Cristina just started smiling as she glanced towards Meredith and then back again. “Your pager's been going off for the last fifteen seconds. I think it could be important.”
Callie was still a little hazy, but quickly reached down to unclip it from her pants. She took one look at the screen before releasing a heavy sigh. She dropped her hand down to clip it back onto her side before shooting one last glance in Arizona's direction.
Cristina and Meredith watched as she pushed her chair back and then slowly began to walk away.
Yang shook her head as she watched Callie slam into a nurse full-on as she walked with her head turned in the opposite direction. “Makes me so glad I don't sleep with chicks. Not if they mess you up that bad.”
“Oh please,” Meredith shot back as she reached across the table to snag a fry from her friend's plate. “You'd sleep with any woman here given half the chance.”
Cristina's eyes shifted to meet the other woman's. “I wouldn't sleep with you.”
Meredith smiled around her food. “So would.”
***
“Do you have any threes?” The voice of a young girl, maybe seven or eight, asked from the single bed in the PEDS unit room. Her head was wrapped in a silk scarf, hiding the fact that she was missing all of her hair.
Arizona narrowed her eyes, scrutinizing her hand of cards a little too seriously. She sat in the visitor’s chair, her feet propped up on the very edge of the girl’s bed and her late lunch sitting on the side table mostly uneaten. “Hmm…go fish.”
The girl giggled and reached for the card pile. Arizona smiled, watching her just as seriously stare at the cards in her hand while awaiting her next move.
“Danielle, Dr. Robbins,” Derek Shepherd spoke up, entering the room holding Danielle’s chart in one hand. “How are we feeling today?”
“I want to go home,” Danielle piped up immediately, looking eager, but very tired.
Arizona smiled at her a little sadly, then looked up at Derek. “She’s a little scared about her surgery tomorrow. But don’t worry,” she added to the girl, looking back at her and winking. “Dr. Shepherd is the very best brain doctor in the whole world, he’ll take very good care of you. Plus, look how cute he is.” That made Danielle giggle.
Derek cleared his throat, smiling. He clicked his pen in his right hand as he opened the chart with his other. He spent a few minutes scribbling on the paper, studying her results from that morning.
Danielle looked from Dr. Shepherd back to Dr. Robbins.
Arizona had her face twisted up in a funny expression and Danielle instantly giggled.
Derek subtly glanced up from his clipboard to take in the scene. He smirked at little.
Doesn't want kids, his ass.
“Well then,” he suddenly cut in, smirking just a bit wider when Arizona's expression instantly turned serious. She cleared her throat as she folded her hands in her lap.
Derek nodded and smiled at the little girl. “Looks like you're in tip top shape. The surgery will be over before you know it and you'll be back home in no time.”
Danielle beamed at the news. “I can't wait.” She picked up the stuffed dalmation dog that was resting on the bed next to her. “Mommy said she bought a new puppy and his name is Squiggle.”
Arizona found herself smiling without realizing it. Her blue eyes shined as she watched the child laughing and playing with her stuffed toy. She jumped a little when Derek's voice was suddenly right again her ear.
“You might wanna be careful how much you smile in here,” he teased with a playful grin, leaning over her shoulder. “People might start to believe you actually like them.”
Arizona shot him a dirty look as he pulled away. “Never said I didn't like them,” she reasoned.
Derek just nodded, still smiling as he turned to go.
“Just that I didn't want one of my own!” Arizona called to his retreating form.
“One of your own what?” Danielle asked curiously.
Dr. Robbins turned to her with an exaggerated sigh. Her smile was still firmly in place. “A puppy named Squiggle of course.” She reached out to lightly tickle the little girl's side. “I'd name mine Willy.”
Danielle's giggles filled the room.
***
Around two in the morning, Arizona stood at the OR board, her eyes scanning the crowded space until she found Danielle’s surgery listed for 12:15pm that day. She felt like a rock was sitting in the pit of her stomach as she scanned over the list of people involved in it. Derek would be doing the cutting, but she had made sure she was his first assist.
She had been with Danielle this whole damn way, she wasn’t going to leave her side now.
Arizona looked up to see Teddy appear next to her, two coffees in hand. One of them she extended to the pediatric surgeon, who groaned in relief. “Thank you,” she sighed, immediately taking a swig and burning the roof of her mouth.
“I’ve been here for nineteen hours. But I have more surgeries, so it’s pointless to go home, though every single time I try to find a safe place to nap someone finds me first.” Arizona sighed and took another long sip. “What are you still doing here?”
Teddy groaned through a long sip of her own coffee. She closed her eyes as she dropped the cup from her lips, reaching up with her free hand to rub at the back of her neck as she rolled her head from side to side. “Surgeries,” was her single-worded reply. “Lots and lots of...surgeries.” Her eyes opened a moment later, and then suddenly widened as she saw a barreling Cristina Yang headed straight for her.
“Gotta go,” Teddy called before turning her on heel and quickly fleeing in the opposite direction.
Arizona was a little surprised at first, but as soon as Yang stepped up next to her, she understood.
Cristina blinked, her mouth slightly ajar as she stared at Dr. Altman's rapidly retreating form.
The blonde smirked as she lifted her coffee to take a drink. “She does that a lot, huh?”
Yang shot her a sharp glare. “I'd be careful who I was judging there...Blondie.”
Arizona's eyes widened a little at that.
“That's right,” Cristina went on. “At least my woman is voluntarily running away from me. It's not like I pushed her with my selfish, hurtful words.”
Arizona blinked at Cristina.
“And what's up with all the sex?” Yang added after a moment, her brow scrunching as she turned to face the blonde more full-on.
Arizona choked on her coffee.
“Oh, stop avoiding the question,” Cristina pushed, waving her hand. “Sloan gossips more than any teenage girl I’ve ever met. He told us everything.”
Arizona cleared the liquid from her lungs while Cristina talked. “That’s none of your business,” she wheezed, recovering from her choking fit. “Even if Mark’s vagina is bigger than he admits, he shouldn’t be talking about my personal life. With you people especially.”
“Us people?” Yang crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes. “What’s wrong with ‘us people’?”
Arizona sighed and drank from her coffee again. “Cristina? Unless you want to end up on my service for the next four years, I suggest you close your mouth and leave quietly.”
The mere idea of being stuck in PEDS for all eternity was enough to make Cristina straighten up. “Dr. Robbins,” she stated professionally, nodding politely before following the direction Teddy had gone down the hallway.
Arizona watched her go, feeling rather smug with herself.
The next second she jumped when she heard a sudden voice in her ear. Then felt a hand clamp down against her elbow.
Callie pulled on the woman's arm as she glanced around. “We need to talk.” She shifted her gaze toward the board and her brow furrowed. “The hell happened here?” Coffee dripped down in several places.
Arizona shook her head to clear it of her momentary haze. “Callie?” she called, still not quite sure what was going on.
So tired...
Callie turned her attention back to the blonde. She glanced around one last time before heading towards the nearest empty room, pulling her ex-girlfriend roughly along after her.
The 'empty room' turned out to be a supply closet.
A tiny one at that.
Callie opened the door and yanked Arizona inside, then dropped her arm as she closed it behind them. She reached along the wall, blind searching until her fingers found the light switch.
Both women jumped a little when the room was suddenly bathed in light.
And they realized just how close they were standing to each other.
Callie swallowed back, and then cleared her throat. “We need to talk about last night.”
“Callie,” Arizona cut in. “It's two in the morning.”
The brunette rolled her eyes. “Okay fine,” she amended with a slight wave of her hand. “The night before that.”
Arizona sighed and rubbed her palm against her forehead. “No, I mean it’s two in the morning, and I need to sleep, or some poor little child is going to become the victim of an overly tired surgeon with a slippery hand.”
Plus, she really didn’t want to talk about last night.
Night before.
Whatever.
Arizona lifted the coffee back to her lips, her eyes drooping tiredly until Callie snatched it away from her and slammed it down on the nearest shelf. Arizona pouted, eyeing the drink with a deep longing.
“Hey!” Callie called as she lifted her hand to snap her fingers in front of the other woman's face. When Arizona still didn't take her eyes from the cup, Callie snatched it up as she reached behind her to open the door.
Then she promptly threw it out into the hallway.
“Baaaah,” Arizona whined, lifting a hand towards the door in a delayed, futile attempt to stop her. “Coffee...”
“Would you just forget the damn coffee?!” Callie shouted as she slammed the door shut once more.
***
The nurse that was walking by at that precise moment jumped in surprise. She stared at the door for a long moment before taking another step.
Only to slip on the spilled coffee and fall flat on her ass.
***
“We need to talk about this,” Callie stated much calmer as she met and held the other woman's blue gaze. “We need to...” she paused as she lifted a hand to wipe at her brow.
It had suddenly become a lot hotter in that tiny little closet.
“We need to figure out why...w-why we can't seem to...” she trailed off again as her eyes followed a bead of sweat as it slowly traveled down the length of the other woman's neck. She tilted her head just as it disappeared into the neckline of Arizona's scrubs. “...stop.”
“Calliope.” It was Arizona’s turn to snap her fingers in front of the brunette’s face to get her attention. “My eyes are up here.” She grinned as Callie’s head snapped back up, and tilted her own to the side as she watched her ex-girlfriend.
“It…was what it was.” She shrugged, and crossed her arms over her stomach. “Why can’t we just leave it at that?”
Callie scoffed and crossed her own arms, looking a little more ornery than before. “Because. We can’t. That’s the second time since…”
“We split, yeah, I know.” Arizona swallowed hard and glanced away. “But it doesn’t have to mean…we were just…it’s a habit, or…something, I don’t know!” She was so exhausted, she was starting to think this supply closet might make a good space to nap in. “Can I please go to sleep now?”
“No you can not,” Callie instantly shot back as she unfolded her arms and then closed her eyes. She sighed heavily as she once again reached up to wipe at the sweat on her brow.
A tense moment of silence passed.
Callie reached up to slip the white lab coat from her shoulders as she opened her eyes to refocus them on the other woman.
Arizona swallowed back a little uneasily as she watched the other woman undress.
But it was just her lab coat.
She'd seen Callie without her lab coat a million times. It was no big deal. It was just a lab coat.
Arizona bit her bottom lip as she winced.
So why did it suddenly look so...sexy?
“Look, Arizona,” Callie went on, completely oblivious to the blonde's inner thought process as she tossed the coat onto the nearest shelf. She reached down to push up her sleeves. “I can only speak for myself here,” she started again, her voice much softer now. “But it was...i-it was never just sex for me. Even when we first got started...” She trailed off as a soft, nostalgic smile spread across her lips. She shook her head once, forcing it from her mind.
“What I'm tr-” Callie stopped abruptly as she noticed another bead of sweat rolling down the other woman's neck.
Fuck.
“W...What I'm try...trying to say here...is...”
Then there was another one.
“Oh for fuck's sake,” Callie sighed before reaching across the short distance to snag the blonde by the back of the neck. She pulled her forward hard, their lips connecting in a fierce kiss.
Arizona stumbled into Callie, taken by surprise, and they fell back into the door with a slam.
Suddenly she was much more awake.
Releasing a groan into the kiss, Arizona clawed at the front of Callie’s scrub shirt, just about trying to rip it off of her.
She would have, if it hadn’t been two in the morning.
Callie pulled back from the kiss. “No,” she whispered hotly before diving back into the blonde's lips. She reached up to gently take Arizona's hands in her own, slipping her fingers through the blonde's with a soft moan. Their hand fell to their sides, fingers entwined.
Callie pushed her hips right up against the other woman's as she gave a gently nudge to push her backwards.
Arizona's back collided solidly with the opposite wall as her partner tore away from her lips to start kissing down her neck, pausing to lick at another errant bead of sweat.
Callie smiled against heated flesh when she heard and felt the other woman take in a sharp breath. She didn't waste any time, reluctantly breaking her right hand's hold with the blonde's to reach down and shove up the hemline of her scrub top. Her fingers met with the sweaty flesh beneath, digging her nails in just slightly.
Arizona's head slammed back against the wall as she blinked with a harsh groan.
Callie dropped to her knees to replace her fingers with her mouth.
This time, Arizona was pretty sure she was going to pass out, and it sure as hell wasn’t from exhaustion.
“C-Callie,” she moaned breathless, her free hand instantly moving up to tangle itself into the other woman’s hair. Her breath hitched in her chest as her ex kissed sensually along her sensitive stomach.
Callie reached up with her free hand to wrap her fingers around the waistband of the other woman's scrubs. Her left hand squeeze the one tightly entwined within it as she tugged on the pants.
Arizona's eyes shot open and she gasped again.
***
Cristina was just walking by the supply closet, her attention completely focused on the open file in her hand, when she suddenly stopped and looked up. Her browline scrunched as her ears picked up the muffled sounds coming from the other side of the door.
Yang closed the file, tipping her head in curiosity as she stepped closer towards the closet. She leaned in, pressing her ear to the door.
A few more muffled sounds came through before she was finally able to clearly distinguish a single one.
“Oh, Calliope...”
Yang pulled her ear back from the door, listening for a few more seconds before smiling in disbelief.
***
Arizona's head was thrown back, her eyes closed as she gasped and moaned from the sensations coursing through her body. The fingers on her left hand were sunk deeply into dark brown locks. Her right was still tightly entwined with the brunette's fingers and resting against the wall next to her.
Callie's own fingers tightened around the waistband still in her grasp. It was pulled down just enough to allow her free access to the other woman’s sex. When she heard another sharp gasp, her tongue picked up the pace just slightly, grazing directly against Arizona’s clit.
It was enough to make Arizona see stars. She slammed her head back against the wall again, pretty sure by the end of this that she’d have a concussion.
Even if she had tried to form a sentence, she was physically incapable at the moment. A steady string of soft grunts and groans escaped her lips as another bead of sweat rolled down her forehead.
“Fuck,” Arizona suddenly gasped, doubling forward as her stomach muscles tightened up painfully, her orgasm rapidly approaching.
***
“Ow! What! Why is everyone doing that to me today?” Mark whined as he was physically dragged by Cristina Yang to the door of a medical supply closet. When she let go, he rubbed his arm where she had grabbed him with those sharp, angry nails of hers.
When Sloan shot her a dirty look, Yang just lifted a hand and pointed a finger at the door.
“What?” Mark whined, still not really caring. “What is so special about a-”
“Calliope...”
He stopped abruptly. His deep blue eyes shifted to the closet door as his brow furrowed and he took a step closer. He tilted his head, his ear towards the door as he listened.
Another soft, muffled groan came through from the other side.
Mark smirked.
***
Callie felt the fingers in her hair tighten at the exact same moment she felt the muscles in Arizona's stomach spasm with her release.
The blonde's head once again slammed back. Only this time, her eyes popped open as she felt the sharp, sudden onslaught of her orgasm.
And it was a good one.
Callie moaned as the flood of wetness spilled into her mouth. The taste was so...familiar.
So sweet.
The drawn out seconds passed slowly before Callie finally moved back. She licked her lips as she slowly pulled her ex's scrub pants back up into place. She released a ragged breath as she reached up to push the blonde's shirt up just enough to place a soft, hot kiss against her stomach.
Arizona released another soft moan, her fingers brushing lovingly against the back of Callie’s neck. She weakly squeezed the hand that was still intertwined with her own.
Wow.
Now she really needed a nap.
Still unable to find her tongue and enough higher brain power to form a sentence, Arizona lightly tugged Callie back to her feet, and pulled her into another kiss. It was much softer and slower this time, but just as deep and meaningful.
***
Yang and Sloan were both standing in front of the closet door with their arms crossed against their chests when it finally opened.
Two knowing smirks met Dr. Arizona Robbins as she slowly emerged. Her right hand was busy straightening her scrubs as her left worked to redo her hair the best she could.
“Coming out of the closet I see.” Yang's smirk widened just a bit.
Arizona froze as still as a statue. She looked from Mark to Cristina, then back again.
“Seriously?” Mark raised an eyebrow at her. “You two suck at breaking up.”
Blinking at him and swallowing back, Arizona turned on her heels and walked in the opposite direction without saying a word.
They both watched her go, and Mark contemplated chasing her down until the door opened again and Callie stumbled out. She, too, froze and stared at them.
“What the hell, Torres?” Mark barked, making Callie jump.
Callie blinked as she slowly pulled the door closed behind her. She lifted her free hand, her index finger pointed, ready for a comeback. Her eyes shifted from her best friend to her roommate, then back again.
And then her pager went off.
Callie instantly reached down to snag it from her waistline.
Saved by the freaking bell.
She tipped the instrument towards the other two occupants in the hall, smiling just slightly before heading off down the hall.
“That thing won't always save you!” Yang called after the brunette. “There's only so many broken bones in Seattle!”
Callie turned around, walking backwards as she raised her beeper and then pointed to it as it continued to go off. She turned back just as she rounded the corner and then disappeared.
Mark and Cristina stood, rooted in place. Yang sighed as she leaned toward the man standing next to her. “Is it weird that I'm jealous, and even a little turned on by hot supply closet sex?”
Mark just sighed as he kept his arms folded across his chest. “We all are, Yang,” he finally replied with another low grunt. “We all are.”
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Chapter 3/23
Authors: Faith & Kye
Pairing: Callie/Arizona
Rating: NC-17
Story Summary: Post-6x17 "Push" -- Arizona prefers chickens to children, and Callie isn't okay with that. Heartbroken and lonely, the two women try unsuccessfully to move on with their lives, only to find they really are made for eachother.
Chapter Summary: Falling off the wagon...twice.
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 libelous, defamatory, or in any way factual.
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Never, ever, ever had Arizona had a hangover this bad in her entire life.
It was just…horrible.
She was way too old to do that ever, ever again. Especially if she wanted to come out of it alive on the other side.
Thanking God she had the day off, she had spent most of the morning lying in bed with an icepack against the back of her head and a large amount of over-the-counter pain killers sitting on the side table.
At least it provided something of an excuse to stay in bed, other than she was heartbroken and never wanted to get up again.
Except for ice cream. Which happened once or twice in between ignoring phone calls.
Finally, in the late afternoon, she had managed to shower and dress without throwing up in between and was getting ready to leave.
To go to Callie’s. To get her stuff. For good.
Arizona was digging through her purse in a daze, trying to figure out where her car keys went, when a loud knock sounded at the door.
“Oh, go away,” she sighed heavily, really not up for visitors. But the knocking continued, and she eventually stormed over to pull the door open, prepared to get cranky with whoever it was.
“Mark?” She blinked at the man standing in her doorway, looking broody. “What…are you doing here?”
“Oh, I was just in the neighborhood,” he replied casually as he pushed past her into the apartment. He looked around with minimal interest. “I'd like to say you have a nice place here, but...” He trailed off as his brow furrowed. “It's way too clean.” He turned back to face the blonde. “Like, 'serial killer' type clean.”
Arizona shoved the door closed as she pinned him in place with a hard stare. “I'm not exactly in the mood for visitors today, so if you don't mind...”
“Oh, I mind.” Mark crossed his arms over his chest as he returned the look. “Why are you doing this? I mean, I thought it would just be a chick...'thing', and then it would be over.” He gave a slight shrug, but never uncrossed his arms. “You'd make up and everything would be back to normal.”
“Shows how much you know about women,” Arizona shot back, shoving past him to get to the kitchen. “It doesn’t work like that.” She pulled open the fridge, then realized there was next to no food in it.
Unless she wanted barbeque sauce and pickles.
Great.
Closing it made her wince as the door slammed shut a little too loudly. “Look, it’s really none of your -”
“Of course it’s my business,” Mark interrupted in a loud voice. “Torres is my person.”
Arizona’s head gave another hard throb, and she reached up to massage at both temples. “Please stop yelling,” she groaned. “I only just stopped throwing up, and I really don’t wanna start again.”
Although, she’d gladly upchuck on Sloan’s shoes if it would get him to leave.
“I’m going over there to get my stuff. Which I gather she told you, since you’re her…’person’, or whatever.”
Mark took a few steps closer as he finally uncrossed his arms. “She didn't so much tell me,” he started as he walked over to stand on the opposite end of the bar separating the kitchen from the living room. He stretched his arms out to rest his hands along the edge as he leaned forward. “It was more like 'cried it into my shoulder half the freakin' night',” he finished as his voice raised just a little.
He might as well have been a bull horn screeching as far as Arizona was concerned. Her head was still throbbing from her hangover and her ears were in 'ultra-sensitive' mode.
The blonde winced again as she reached up to rub at her brow. “Shit,” she cursed softly as she imagined Callie doing just that.
“I just don't get you Robbins,” Mark went on, not missing a beat. “You were happy. Torres was the happiest I've ever seen her. It took a long time for her to get over the total train wreck that was O'Malley.” That was something he didn't particularly wanna re-live at the moment. “You made her smile again. You made her laugh and...” He trailed off with a desperate wave of his hand. “...other mushy chick stuff. Is any of this getting through?”
Arizona released a heavy sign and leaned against the fridge, facing Mark and crossing her arms. “I know,” she replied softly. “She makes me happy, too.” A faint smile crossed her lips as she thought of Callie on her birthday, wearing that red party hat in her new lingerie and offering her donuts. Even after she had had a mental breakdown and left earlier that same night.
She had known right then how much she loved that woman.
“But that doesn’t change that she wants a whole gaggle of children, and I…don’t.”
“Don’t, or won’t?” Mark replied with a pointed stare.
“Same thing,” Arizona said evenly, matching his stare with one of her own. “I can’t ask her to give up what she wants, and I can’t give that to her, so…even if we love eachother it just…doesn’t work.”
Which was so very, very screwed up. She might have been drunk the night before, but she very clearly remembered kissing in the bathroom, and the mutual feelings that were still behind it.
Mark was silent for a long moment as he considered the woman's words. He dropped his gaze away as he quietly drummed his fingers against the smooth wood on the counter. “Y'know,” he finally started, more gently this time as he kept her eyes focused on his hands. “I'll be the first to admit that I'm not the best guy to be saying this.” He finally lifted his gaze to lock on to the other pair of deep blue eyes. “But if there's anything I've learned from the many...” He paused again with a slight tilt of his head. “...many sexual encounters that I've had, it's that sex is a want. It comes.” Another tilt of his head. “You come,” he added as his lips upturned in a barely there smirk. “And then it’s gone.”
Sloan pushed himself back off the counter, never breaking the contact with Arizona's eyes as he slowly walked around towards the end. “But love...love is that one thing that'll never be gone when you wake up the next morning. It'll never leave in the middle of the night. Never promise to call the next day and then not.”
He didn't know if he was using this analogy quite right, but from the look on Arizona's face, and in her eyes, he was pretty close.
“We can want or not want a lot of things, Robbins,” Mark finished as he made his way towards the exit. “But love...” He sighed with another shake of his head. “We don’t have a lot of control over whether we want it or not. You two can tell yourselves you’re ‘fine’ until the cows come home, but even the cows won't believe you.”
Mark kept their eye contact for a moment longer before opening the door and then quietly slipping outside.
Arizona watched him go silently, thinking over his words.
It was creepy when Mark Sloan was all…poetic and talking about love. Unnatural, somehow.
But still.
She released a sigh and rubbed at her head some more. “I hate hangovers.”
***
Arizona took the extended route to Callie’s building, purposely taking her sweet time in getting there.
It was pouring rain outside, as it tended to do in Seattle. She sat in her car in the parking lot, leaning against the cold window for ten minutes and staring blankly ahead before finally forcing herself to get on with it.
Once on the fifth floor, Arizona flipped the keychain in her hand until she landed on the one to Callie’s apartment. It was a habit by now. But she paused almost as soon as she found it, and then dropped the keys back into her purse. With a sigh, she knocked tentatively on the door.
Callie was seated on the middle of the couch with her elbows resting on her knees. Her hands were folded together in front of her mouth, clinging onto a used tissue as tears streaked down her face.
Two full cardboard boxes sat next to her on the couch cushion. The thick black magic marker emblazoned on the side simply read 'Arizona'.
It had taken her all night just to pack those two.
The sound of a soft knock on the door broke her heart all over again as she slowly closed her eyes. Another tense moment passed before she was able to pull her head back to call out, “It's open.” There was an audible shake in her voice, but she was so past the point of trying to hide it anymore.
The door opened, and Arizona tentatively stepped inside. “Hey…” She swallowed back as she closed it behind her, setting her purse down on the floor before making her way slowly over to the couch.
Her heart broke upon seeing Callie crying. She shrugged off her coat and tossed it onto the adjacent chair before sitting next to her on the couch. She ignored the boxes with her stuff on her ex-girlfriend’s other side.
“Please don’t cry,” Arizona whispered, reaching up to brush back loose strands of black hair. “It’s gonna be okay.”
She didn’t know how, but…it had to be, right?
“Really, Arizona?” Callie shot back a lot angrier than she had intended. She wasn't really all that angry anymore. Just...
Hurt.
Incredibly, extremely...hurt.
“You tell me how it's all gonna be 'okay',” she snapped again as she turned to grab one of the cardboard boxes. “Does this look 'okay' to you, hm? This,” she went on as she shook the box in her grasp. “This is what we come down to. Two boxes. Two lousy fucking boxes...” She released the box with a hard shove as a fresh flood of tears began to flow.
Arizona didn’t even spare a glance for the contents that spilled out onto the floor as the box tipped over. “I don’t know,” she admitted softly, ringing both hands in her lap and staring down at them. “I do know we’ll still see eachother almost every day.” She couldn’t bring herself to say ‘we can still be friends’, because that was just…wrong to say to someone you still cared about. “I know that I still want you in my life.” She finally lifted her gaze back up to meet Callie’s sad eyes with her own.
“C’mere,” she whispered softly, pulling the brunette into her arms. She buried her face into soft dark hair and held the other woman close.
Callie wrapped her arms around the blonde in return, clutching her tightly as she sniffled back through her tears. She wiped at her nose with the tissue she still had in her left hand. Her eyes were red and bloodshot from the endless hours of crying.
“I can't believe this,” the brunette whispered after another few moments had passed. “How did we even get here? We were so happy. At least, I know I was.” Her brow furrowed as she felt a lump rise in her throat. “The happiest I've been in...forever.” She clutched just a little tighter against the warm body in her arms.
“Me too,” Arizona replied faintly, stroking her fingers softly against the back of Callie’s neck. “You know last night was the first time I’d even been home in over a week?” she smiled sadly and pulled back a little from the contact. “It felt…strange, to say the least.” Not to mention very empty.
She swallowed back hard, unable to break eye contact with Callie. “I should…go, probably.”
That thought alone seized Callie's heart with a deep, clenching burn.
Her fingers tightened their grip on Arizona's shirt. She pulled her in without meaning to as she leaned forward to bring their lips barely more than an inch apart. “Don't,” she whispered softly.
Everything inside of Callie was screaming how wrong this was. How this wasn't helping. How this was just going to make it that much harder. To let go. To move on.
To...everything.
The smart part of Arizona’s brain was telling her that she should just walk away. That she should get up and leave before things went any further.
But she rarely listened to that part of her brain outside of work.
Especially when it came to leaving Callie’s apartment forever.
It was unclear who pulled who in first, but they were suddenly kissing again. Deep, passionate…the kind that neither of them planned on ending.
Ever.
Arizona leaned into Callie with a soft moan, tangling her fingers into dark locks.
Callie returned the moan as she slipped her right hand down to curve along the smooth plane of the blonde's ribcage. Her fingers once again bunched into the material of her shirt, tugging hard as she fell back against the couch.
Arizona released a harsh gust of air against her partner's mouth as she suddenly found herself on top of the familiar warm body. She reluctantly broke the kiss a moment later, pulling back to meet those same familiar dark brown eyes.
“What...what're we doing?” she whispered softly, trying to be the voice of reason in that instant.
Callie swallowed back as her fingers tightened even more into the thin material of Arizona's long-sleeved shirt. “Breaking up,” she whispered as she gave her hand another hard tug to pull the blonde's lips back against her own.
Arizona kissed her back instantly, running a hand up Callie’s side as she pressed down into the warm body beneath her. All thoughts of this being a bad idea flew out of her head, and she slid that hand up beneath the other woman’s shirt.
If they were gonna go out, it might as well be with a bang.
Er…so to speak.
The second box of her contents crashed to the floor and spilled on top of the other one.
Callie's hands were already reaching for the hem of the other woman's shirt even before her own back hit the cushion of the couch. She moaned in frustration as she clawed at the material, but it just wouldn't budge.
“What kinda shirt is this?” she grumbled as she suddenly pulled back from the kiss to glance down where her hands were working in earnest, but to no avail.
Arizona laughed softly. Because Callie was just so cute when she was frustrated. “Here,” the blonde called softly as she sat back and then reached down to pull the shirt over her head.
A soft moan of appreciation instantly spilled forth from the other woman's lips as her hands made contact with the soft, warm skin of Arizona's stomach. She curved her fingers along the swell of the blonde's hips, pulling them forward as she raised up to press her lips where her hands had just been.
A soft sigh escaped Arizona, and her right hand fell down to weave its way into Callie’s dark hair briefly, before moving down to tug up on her shirt.
She wanted it off. Nowish.
Callie refused to pull away long enough to allow Arizona to remove it, keeping her lips pressed against her stomach. Until Arizona got insistent and nearly choked her pulling it up over her head, making her laugh when it was finally off. “You’re the most impatient person I know,” Callie chuckled.
“Sorry,” Arizona grinned, then bent back down to steal another quick kiss from those sweet tasting lips. “But I like you naked.”
Callie moaned before leaning down to attach hers once again to Arizona’s stomach.
She liked her naked, too.
Callie nearly lost it when her lips broke contact so that the other woman could slide back down her body. The skin on her stomach met with the skin on Arizona’s.
“Jesus,” the brunette groaned as she felt the smooth warmth of her lover's skin gliding against her own.
“Arizona,” the blonde corrected teasingly as she smirked against the side of Callie’s neck, kissing softly against the ‘spot’ she knew the other woman had just behind her ear.
The one that made her purr like a kitten.
She suddenly sat back and pulled on Callie’s arms. “Up. Now.” In a haze, Arizona tugged Callie off the couch into a standing position, their bodies slamming into eachother as they melded together once more. Through the heated kiss, Arizona reached down to tug on Callie’s jeans, her fingers numb and having trouble with the belt.
Callie reached down, pushing Arizona's hands aside to make quick work of it herself instead. As soon as it was loose and hanging open at her waist, her hands raised up to weave themselves into wavy blonde hair.
Arizona ran her right palm down Callie’s stomach, then around her ribcage and slid it down to the small of her back. She kissed the brunette until she needed oxygen, and then moved her lips down along her neck instead. Her hand slipped just inside of Callie’s pants, over her ass and pulled her in hard with a groan. She heard a soft chuckle against her ear.
“Perv.”
Arizona pulled back just long enough to flash Callie a smile, before dropping to her knees in front of her, tugging those annoying pants over her hips and down her legs, while leaning in to kiss along her stomach.
The brunette sucked in a harsh breath at the first touch of the other woman's lips against her skin. The muscles in her abdomen tightened as she blinked her eyes and then slowly closed them. Her fingers found their way into her lover’s hair again as she dug them in as deeply as they would go.
Arizona flexed her fingers against her partner's hips as she kept her mouth focused on Callie's tummy. She knew how sensitive it was, and how much she liked it there.
“Arizona...”
Said woman continued her assault on Callie’s stomach, while her hands slowly dragged those pesky jeans all the way down her legs. She pulled her lips back long enough to focus on helping Callie step out of them without falling over, and then went right back to the kissing and caressing.
Arizona released a groan of disapproval when Callie suddenly tugged gently on her hair, urging her back up to her feet. She took her time, but as soon as she was standing again, the other woman pushed her back toward the wall.
She hit a small side table with a lamp and pictures on it first, sending them crashing to the floor. Arizona pulled back from the kiss, breathless. “Crap-”
“Leave it,” the brunette ordered, and Arizona immediately smirked as Callie pushed her past the table and roughly into the wall. Her hands snagged Callie by the hips, and she pulled the body in hard against her own.
Callie pulled back at the last moment, pausing to meet the set of deep blue eyes with a steady gaze. Her right hand lifted, the tips of her fingers barely brushing a soft cheek as she let out a ragged breath.
Arizona's brow furrowed, waiting for her to say or do something. “Calliope?”
Callie closed her eyes as she leaned back in to reclaim the other woman's lips.
***
Callie's eyes shot open as her body arched up off the bed. Her nails bit sharply into the soft, smooth flesh of her lover's back as her toes curled into the cool sheets. Brown eyes slipped closed as she tipped her head back in a soft, breathless gasp.
“Zona...”
The blonde grunted softly against Callie’s ear as she moved against the her. She loved it when the other woman clawed at her back like that.
Arizona turned her lips in to kiss against the brunette’s ear while her hand worked itself between Callie’s legs. She stroked inside her pussy with two fingers while her thumb massaged against her clit. She rocked her hips up into Callie’s, the front of her thigh pressing her hand in harder with each slow thrust.
She knew how much Callie loved that, too.
“Oh, fuck,” Arizona murmured when Callie raked her fingernails against her skin again, hard enough to leave marks. She was used to curbing her swearing habit, considering her job with the tiny humans, but her tongue had a mind of its own in bed with this woman.
Arizona turned her face into Callie’s neck and she breathed in deeply.
It was everything Callie could do not to break down right then and there. It wasn't really a good thing to start crying right in the middle of sex, but in this case, it wouldn't be a bad thing either. She just felt so...full, and so...overwhelmed in the moment...
It was all she could really think to do.
Instead, she just clung onto the body above hers a little tighter.
Arizona sucked hard against the skin on Callie’s neck, enjoying the barely audible gasp it brought from the other woman. She moved her lips less than a quarter inch and did it again, marking her.
Just because.
“Calliope,” Arizona breathed against soft skin. Her left arm was shaking with the effort of holding up her weight as she moved against the other woman, her right hand still buried down between them. She thrust her hips forward harder, and smiled breathlessly at how Callie arched up into her.
Stars. That's all Callie could see at the moment. Just...
Stars.
Blunt nails dug harder into soft flesh as she struggled to pull in a much needed breath. A task that was becoming increasingly more difficult by the moment.
And then she felt Arizona bite down softly against her neck.
“Oh...G-od,” Callie cried out into the room as her body arched painfully higher. She felt the familiar clenching in her stomach as she twisted her sweaty body beneath the weight of her lover's.
The white sheet clung to their slick skin as they moved together, completely lost in one another.
***
Mark Sloan very slowly opened the door to Callie’s apartment, waiting to see if he could hear her and Arizona still talking, or…crying or something. But there was only silence, so he slipped inside and closed it quietly behind him.
He shifted the ‘break up kit’ items in his arms: ice cream, various movies, and a box of kleenex.
Because he was pretty sure that after last night, Callie would be out by now.
“Tor-“ Mark stopped calling out his best friend’s name halfway through it. He settled his gaze on the living room in front of him - a small side table had been knocked clear on its side, the lamp and picture frames that had been on top scattered over the floor. The boxes that had earlier been sitting on the couch were now spilled all over the floor in front of it. Even the small dining table was pushed toward the wall at a weird angle.
Immediately thinking that someone had broken in, Mark ran further into the apartment. No one was in the main open area, or Cristina’s bedroom, so he made a beeline down the hall and burst into Callie’s.
And immediately froze. The white bed sheet was down across the small of Arizona’s back as she moved on top of Callie, who appeared to be in the middle of a really big orgasm.
Struck stupid, Mark dropped everything he held in his arms to the floor with a loud clatter.
Callie was still distracted. Obviously.
But Arizona heard the sound the instant everything hit the floor. She quickly jerked her head back over her left shoulder, her eyes widening when she spotted the man standing in the doorway.
“Mark!” she growled, partly in frustration, and partly in embarrassment. “Get the hell out!” she screamed again when the frozen surgeon still hadn't moved.
By now, Callie had come down enough from her high to be a little more aware of the situation.
But just a little.
“Wha?” she mumbled incoherently as she blinked through her blurry haze.
An image was forming, so she squinted her eyes. It was a...familiar shape...
Dark brown eyes widened in an instant. “Sloan!” she screeched as she clutched at the sheets with a desperate hand. “Get lost, will ya?!”
Mark was still staring wide-eyed, frozen in place. His mouth was opening and closing, much like a fish out of water.
But still, he just stared.
Arizona immediately reached down to grab the sheet and yank it back up to cover their bodies. She collapsed to the side of Callie and pulled it over her head, hiding beneath in shame.
This was just…great.
“Mark!” Callie barked, clutching her side of the sheet to her chest. She grit her teeth and reached over to grab the closest thing she could find on the bedside table, which turned out to be her alarm clock. It sailed across the room, and Mark barely lifted his arm in time to keep it from knocking him unconscious.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I thought there was a trouble!” He was kind of trying to hide behind his hand and avert his gaze, but he couldn’t help it, he kept glancing in their direction before looking away again.
A smirk had begun to replace the stupefied expression on Mark’s face, though at least this time he was ‘politely’ staring at the wall when he spoke. “Nice ass, Robbins,” he chuckled.
Underneath the sheets in her hiding place, Arizona groaned in humiliation and buried her face into the mattress.
***
“Are you serious?”
Cristina smacked her hand down against the table as she looked from Meredith down to the mess of brown hair that was plastered to their table.
“Oh yes,” Mark chimed in with a bright, knowing smile as he reclined back in his seat. “And they looked like they had been going at it for at least an hour.”
Callie lifted her forehead just enough to smack it back down against her folded arms.
“An hour?” Yang repeated as her eyes widened and her head jerked back just a little. She shifted her gaze to her best friend. “An hour?” she said again, her voice much lower this time.
Meredith smirked, and Mark chuckled.
Callie's head suddenly popped up from the table as her arms outstretched on both sides. “Y'know, I'm so glad that my...my unending pain and...eternal suffering is such the hot topic these days...”
“Pain and suffering?” Cristina shot back in an instant. “Oh yeah. I bet it was really painful to have hot, sweaty lesbian sex for hours on end.” She looked back to her best friend, shrugging with a disbelieving look.
“It could be if the other person involved is supposed to be your recent ex,” Meredith chimed in as she casually glanced in Callie's direction. “Then again,” she added after a beat, “it is still sex.”
Brown eyes narrowed at the other woman.
“Amen to that,” Mark added with a wide smirk just before lifting his apple to take a bite.
Callie reached over and smacked him hard on the shoulder. “You should really learn how to knock. I had to spend half an hour convincing Arizona that you really didn't see her ass, just to get her out from underneath the covers.”
“You saw Robbins' ass?” Yang piped in as she leaned forward in her chair.
Mark's smirked widened and Callie smacked him again.
“Come on, Callie,” Meredith broke in. “This has gotta be some kinda record. Even for us.” She glanced towards Cristina, but she was still lost in her own little world. She shook her head before turning her gaze back to the other brunette. Her smile widened just a bit. “Worst attempted break-up in Seattle Grace history.”
“What?” Torres instantly replied. “No way. Please. Not even,” she laughed a bit nervously, glancing from one occupant at the table to the next. Her smile slowly faded to be replaced by a knowing pout. She shook her head with a short breath as she lifted her right hand to vaguely gesture through the air. “Okay,” she finally relented, “so what if we have more sex now than when we were 'officially' together...”
Mark's smirk finally faltered, his brow furrowing as he turned to his best friend. “You do?” His glanced back over his shoulder as he subtly leaned towards the brunette. “Was it always as hot as...” he trailed off with a gesture of his apple.
Callie reared back and smacked him again.
Cristina started laughing again while Callie beat Mark. “Oh, please. I live with you. You guys had plenty of loud obnoxious sex before you broke up. I was just polite enough to put in ear plugs or sleep at Owen’s. Little Grey wasn’t the only one to walk in on your ‘shower for two’ scenes.”
Mark sat up straight in his chair. “They were show - ow!” He rubbed at his arm where Callie kept super-punching him. She was very, very strong when she was angry.
“Guys,” Meredith hissed under her breath, kicking Mark underneath the table, drawing another indignant ‘ow!’ from him. She seemed to be the only one who noticed Arizona heading for their table from the cafeteria entrance.
The group fell silent, all except for Mark. He beamed a winning smile up at Arizona when she stopped right next to him, an unreadable expression on her face. “Dr. Robbins, how lovely to see you. Again.”
Arizona rolled her eyes, reached down, and grabbed Mark by the ear. She dug her nails in and pulled.
Mark shrieked in protest, nearly falling backwards out of his chair as he stumbled after an also very strong Arizona, being dragged along by the ear like a little child.
Only when they were far enough away from the table did she release him, still looking rather unimpressed. “I need a consult.” She roughly slammed her chart into his chest, winding him. “Fifteen year old with severe third-degree burns to his right arm and chest. Needs a skin graft. Can you take a look?”
Mark paused a moment to catch his breath as he held the chart against his chest. He shot the blonde a dirty look before slowly turning the folder over where he could get a better look. “It'd be my pleasure,” he grumbled as he flipped open the chart.
Back across the room, seated at the head of the table, Callie's dark eyes were trained on the two blondes. Her knee was bouncing nervously beneath the table as she lifted her hand to chew on her thumb nail.
“You know, you really shouldn't do that,” Yang spoke up, never taking her eyes from her pudding cup as she dug at the bottom with her spoon.
Callie kept her gaze focused on her ex-girlfriend and current best friend.
Things were a little...tense, right now.
But also...something else.
Every time she looked at Arizona, all she could think about doing was-
“Earth to Torres.” Yang snapped her fingers in front of Callie's face before waving her hand.
Callie jerked, her eyes widening as she was suddenly snapped out of her daze. “Huh?”
Cristina just started smiling as she glanced towards Meredith and then back again. “Your pager's been going off for the last fifteen seconds. I think it could be important.”
Callie was still a little hazy, but quickly reached down to unclip it from her pants. She took one look at the screen before releasing a heavy sigh. She dropped her hand down to clip it back onto her side before shooting one last glance in Arizona's direction.
Cristina and Meredith watched as she pushed her chair back and then slowly began to walk away.
Yang shook her head as she watched Callie slam into a nurse full-on as she walked with her head turned in the opposite direction. “Makes me so glad I don't sleep with chicks. Not if they mess you up that bad.”
“Oh please,” Meredith shot back as she reached across the table to snag a fry from her friend's plate. “You'd sleep with any woman here given half the chance.”
Cristina's eyes shifted to meet the other woman's. “I wouldn't sleep with you.”
Meredith smiled around her food. “So would.”
***
“Do you have any threes?” The voice of a young girl, maybe seven or eight, asked from the single bed in the PEDS unit room. Her head was wrapped in a silk scarf, hiding the fact that she was missing all of her hair.
Arizona narrowed her eyes, scrutinizing her hand of cards a little too seriously. She sat in the visitor’s chair, her feet propped up on the very edge of the girl’s bed and her late lunch sitting on the side table mostly uneaten. “Hmm…go fish.”
The girl giggled and reached for the card pile. Arizona smiled, watching her just as seriously stare at the cards in her hand while awaiting her next move.
“Danielle, Dr. Robbins,” Derek Shepherd spoke up, entering the room holding Danielle’s chart in one hand. “How are we feeling today?”
“I want to go home,” Danielle piped up immediately, looking eager, but very tired.
Arizona smiled at her a little sadly, then looked up at Derek. “She’s a little scared about her surgery tomorrow. But don’t worry,” she added to the girl, looking back at her and winking. “Dr. Shepherd is the very best brain doctor in the whole world, he’ll take very good care of you. Plus, look how cute he is.” That made Danielle giggle.
Derek cleared his throat, smiling. He clicked his pen in his right hand as he opened the chart with his other. He spent a few minutes scribbling on the paper, studying her results from that morning.
Danielle looked from Dr. Shepherd back to Dr. Robbins.
Arizona had her face twisted up in a funny expression and Danielle instantly giggled.
Derek subtly glanced up from his clipboard to take in the scene. He smirked at little.
Doesn't want kids, his ass.
“Well then,” he suddenly cut in, smirking just a bit wider when Arizona's expression instantly turned serious. She cleared her throat as she folded her hands in her lap.
Derek nodded and smiled at the little girl. “Looks like you're in tip top shape. The surgery will be over before you know it and you'll be back home in no time.”
Danielle beamed at the news. “I can't wait.” She picked up the stuffed dalmation dog that was resting on the bed next to her. “Mommy said she bought a new puppy and his name is Squiggle.”
Arizona found herself smiling without realizing it. Her blue eyes shined as she watched the child laughing and playing with her stuffed toy. She jumped a little when Derek's voice was suddenly right again her ear.
“You might wanna be careful how much you smile in here,” he teased with a playful grin, leaning over her shoulder. “People might start to believe you actually like them.”
Arizona shot him a dirty look as he pulled away. “Never said I didn't like them,” she reasoned.
Derek just nodded, still smiling as he turned to go.
“Just that I didn't want one of my own!” Arizona called to his retreating form.
“One of your own what?” Danielle asked curiously.
Dr. Robbins turned to her with an exaggerated sigh. Her smile was still firmly in place. “A puppy named Squiggle of course.” She reached out to lightly tickle the little girl's side. “I'd name mine Willy.”
Danielle's giggles filled the room.
***
Around two in the morning, Arizona stood at the OR board, her eyes scanning the crowded space until she found Danielle’s surgery listed for 12:15pm that day. She felt like a rock was sitting in the pit of her stomach as she scanned over the list of people involved in it. Derek would be doing the cutting, but she had made sure she was his first assist.
She had been with Danielle this whole damn way, she wasn’t going to leave her side now.
Arizona looked up to see Teddy appear next to her, two coffees in hand. One of them she extended to the pediatric surgeon, who groaned in relief. “Thank you,” she sighed, immediately taking a swig and burning the roof of her mouth.
“I’ve been here for nineteen hours. But I have more surgeries, so it’s pointless to go home, though every single time I try to find a safe place to nap someone finds me first.” Arizona sighed and took another long sip. “What are you still doing here?”
Teddy groaned through a long sip of her own coffee. She closed her eyes as she dropped the cup from her lips, reaching up with her free hand to rub at the back of her neck as she rolled her head from side to side. “Surgeries,” was her single-worded reply. “Lots and lots of...surgeries.” Her eyes opened a moment later, and then suddenly widened as she saw a barreling Cristina Yang headed straight for her.
“Gotta go,” Teddy called before turning her on heel and quickly fleeing in the opposite direction.
Arizona was a little surprised at first, but as soon as Yang stepped up next to her, she understood.
Cristina blinked, her mouth slightly ajar as she stared at Dr. Altman's rapidly retreating form.
The blonde smirked as she lifted her coffee to take a drink. “She does that a lot, huh?”
Yang shot her a sharp glare. “I'd be careful who I was judging there...Blondie.”
Arizona's eyes widened a little at that.
“That's right,” Cristina went on. “At least my woman is voluntarily running away from me. It's not like I pushed her with my selfish, hurtful words.”
Arizona blinked at Cristina.
“And what's up with all the sex?” Yang added after a moment, her brow scrunching as she turned to face the blonde more full-on.
Arizona choked on her coffee.
“Oh, stop avoiding the question,” Cristina pushed, waving her hand. “Sloan gossips more than any teenage girl I’ve ever met. He told us everything.”
Arizona cleared the liquid from her lungs while Cristina talked. “That’s none of your business,” she wheezed, recovering from her choking fit. “Even if Mark’s vagina is bigger than he admits, he shouldn’t be talking about my personal life. With you people especially.”
“Us people?” Yang crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes. “What’s wrong with ‘us people’?”
Arizona sighed and drank from her coffee again. “Cristina? Unless you want to end up on my service for the next four years, I suggest you close your mouth and leave quietly.”
The mere idea of being stuck in PEDS for all eternity was enough to make Cristina straighten up. “Dr. Robbins,” she stated professionally, nodding politely before following the direction Teddy had gone down the hallway.
Arizona watched her go, feeling rather smug with herself.
The next second she jumped when she heard a sudden voice in her ear. Then felt a hand clamp down against her elbow.
Callie pulled on the woman's arm as she glanced around. “We need to talk.” She shifted her gaze toward the board and her brow furrowed. “The hell happened here?” Coffee dripped down in several places.
Arizona shook her head to clear it of her momentary haze. “Callie?” she called, still not quite sure what was going on.
So tired...
Callie turned her attention back to the blonde. She glanced around one last time before heading towards the nearest empty room, pulling her ex-girlfriend roughly along after her.
The 'empty room' turned out to be a supply closet.
A tiny one at that.
Callie opened the door and yanked Arizona inside, then dropped her arm as she closed it behind them. She reached along the wall, blind searching until her fingers found the light switch.
Both women jumped a little when the room was suddenly bathed in light.
And they realized just how close they were standing to each other.
Callie swallowed back, and then cleared her throat. “We need to talk about last night.”
“Callie,” Arizona cut in. “It's two in the morning.”
The brunette rolled her eyes. “Okay fine,” she amended with a slight wave of her hand. “The night before that.”
Arizona sighed and rubbed her palm against her forehead. “No, I mean it’s two in the morning, and I need to sleep, or some poor little child is going to become the victim of an overly tired surgeon with a slippery hand.”
Plus, she really didn’t want to talk about last night.
Night before.
Whatever.
Arizona lifted the coffee back to her lips, her eyes drooping tiredly until Callie snatched it away from her and slammed it down on the nearest shelf. Arizona pouted, eyeing the drink with a deep longing.
“Hey!” Callie called as she lifted her hand to snap her fingers in front of the other woman's face. When Arizona still didn't take her eyes from the cup, Callie snatched it up as she reached behind her to open the door.
Then she promptly threw it out into the hallway.
“Baaaah,” Arizona whined, lifting a hand towards the door in a delayed, futile attempt to stop her. “Coffee...”
“Would you just forget the damn coffee?!” Callie shouted as she slammed the door shut once more.
***
The nurse that was walking by at that precise moment jumped in surprise. She stared at the door for a long moment before taking another step.
Only to slip on the spilled coffee and fall flat on her ass.
***
“We need to talk about this,” Callie stated much calmer as she met and held the other woman's blue gaze. “We need to...” she paused as she lifted a hand to wipe at her brow.
It had suddenly become a lot hotter in that tiny little closet.
“We need to figure out why...w-why we can't seem to...” she trailed off again as her eyes followed a bead of sweat as it slowly traveled down the length of the other woman's neck. She tilted her head just as it disappeared into the neckline of Arizona's scrubs. “...stop.”
“Calliope.” It was Arizona’s turn to snap her fingers in front of the brunette’s face to get her attention. “My eyes are up here.” She grinned as Callie’s head snapped back up, and tilted her own to the side as she watched her ex-girlfriend.
“It…was what it was.” She shrugged, and crossed her arms over her stomach. “Why can’t we just leave it at that?”
Callie scoffed and crossed her own arms, looking a little more ornery than before. “Because. We can’t. That’s the second time since…”
“We split, yeah, I know.” Arizona swallowed hard and glanced away. “But it doesn’t have to mean…we were just…it’s a habit, or…something, I don’t know!” She was so exhausted, she was starting to think this supply closet might make a good space to nap in. “Can I please go to sleep now?”
“No you can not,” Callie instantly shot back as she unfolded her arms and then closed her eyes. She sighed heavily as she once again reached up to wipe at the sweat on her brow.
A tense moment of silence passed.
Callie reached up to slip the white lab coat from her shoulders as she opened her eyes to refocus them on the other woman.
Arizona swallowed back a little uneasily as she watched the other woman undress.
But it was just her lab coat.
She'd seen Callie without her lab coat a million times. It was no big deal. It was just a lab coat.
Arizona bit her bottom lip as she winced.
So why did it suddenly look so...sexy?
“Look, Arizona,” Callie went on, completely oblivious to the blonde's inner thought process as she tossed the coat onto the nearest shelf. She reached down to push up her sleeves. “I can only speak for myself here,” she started again, her voice much softer now. “But it was...i-it was never just sex for me. Even when we first got started...” She trailed off as a soft, nostalgic smile spread across her lips. She shook her head once, forcing it from her mind.
“What I'm tr-” Callie stopped abruptly as she noticed another bead of sweat rolling down the other woman's neck.
Fuck.
“W...What I'm try...trying to say here...is...”
Then there was another one.
“Oh for fuck's sake,” Callie sighed before reaching across the short distance to snag the blonde by the back of the neck. She pulled her forward hard, their lips connecting in a fierce kiss.
Arizona stumbled into Callie, taken by surprise, and they fell back into the door with a slam.
Suddenly she was much more awake.
Releasing a groan into the kiss, Arizona clawed at the front of Callie’s scrub shirt, just about trying to rip it off of her.
She would have, if it hadn’t been two in the morning.
Callie pulled back from the kiss. “No,” she whispered hotly before diving back into the blonde's lips. She reached up to gently take Arizona's hands in her own, slipping her fingers through the blonde's with a soft moan. Their hand fell to their sides, fingers entwined.
Callie pushed her hips right up against the other woman's as she gave a gently nudge to push her backwards.
Arizona's back collided solidly with the opposite wall as her partner tore away from her lips to start kissing down her neck, pausing to lick at another errant bead of sweat.
Callie smiled against heated flesh when she heard and felt the other woman take in a sharp breath. She didn't waste any time, reluctantly breaking her right hand's hold with the blonde's to reach down and shove up the hemline of her scrub top. Her fingers met with the sweaty flesh beneath, digging her nails in just slightly.
Arizona's head slammed back against the wall as she blinked with a harsh groan.
Callie dropped to her knees to replace her fingers with her mouth.
This time, Arizona was pretty sure she was going to pass out, and it sure as hell wasn’t from exhaustion.
“C-Callie,” she moaned breathless, her free hand instantly moving up to tangle itself into the other woman’s hair. Her breath hitched in her chest as her ex kissed sensually along her sensitive stomach.
Callie reached up with her free hand to wrap her fingers around the waistband of the other woman's scrubs. Her left hand squeeze the one tightly entwined within it as she tugged on the pants.
Arizona's eyes shot open and she gasped again.
***
Cristina was just walking by the supply closet, her attention completely focused on the open file in her hand, when she suddenly stopped and looked up. Her browline scrunched as her ears picked up the muffled sounds coming from the other side of the door.
Yang closed the file, tipping her head in curiosity as she stepped closer towards the closet. She leaned in, pressing her ear to the door.
A few more muffled sounds came through before she was finally able to clearly distinguish a single one.
“Oh, Calliope...”
Yang pulled her ear back from the door, listening for a few more seconds before smiling in disbelief.
***
Arizona's head was thrown back, her eyes closed as she gasped and moaned from the sensations coursing through her body. The fingers on her left hand were sunk deeply into dark brown locks. Her right was still tightly entwined with the brunette's fingers and resting against the wall next to her.
Callie's own fingers tightened around the waistband still in her grasp. It was pulled down just enough to allow her free access to the other woman’s sex. When she heard another sharp gasp, her tongue picked up the pace just slightly, grazing directly against Arizona’s clit.
It was enough to make Arizona see stars. She slammed her head back against the wall again, pretty sure by the end of this that she’d have a concussion.
Even if she had tried to form a sentence, she was physically incapable at the moment. A steady string of soft grunts and groans escaped her lips as another bead of sweat rolled down her forehead.
“Fuck,” Arizona suddenly gasped, doubling forward as her stomach muscles tightened up painfully, her orgasm rapidly approaching.
***
“Ow! What! Why is everyone doing that to me today?” Mark whined as he was physically dragged by Cristina Yang to the door of a medical supply closet. When she let go, he rubbed his arm where she had grabbed him with those sharp, angry nails of hers.
When Sloan shot her a dirty look, Yang just lifted a hand and pointed a finger at the door.
“What?” Mark whined, still not really caring. “What is so special about a-”
“Calliope...”
He stopped abruptly. His deep blue eyes shifted to the closet door as his brow furrowed and he took a step closer. He tilted his head, his ear towards the door as he listened.
Another soft, muffled groan came through from the other side.
Mark smirked.
***
Callie felt the fingers in her hair tighten at the exact same moment she felt the muscles in Arizona's stomach spasm with her release.
The blonde's head once again slammed back. Only this time, her eyes popped open as she felt the sharp, sudden onslaught of her orgasm.
And it was a good one.
Callie moaned as the flood of wetness spilled into her mouth. The taste was so...familiar.
So sweet.
The drawn out seconds passed slowly before Callie finally moved back. She licked her lips as she slowly pulled her ex's scrub pants back up into place. She released a ragged breath as she reached up to push the blonde's shirt up just enough to place a soft, hot kiss against her stomach.
Arizona released another soft moan, her fingers brushing lovingly against the back of Callie’s neck. She weakly squeezed the hand that was still intertwined with her own.
Wow.
Now she really needed a nap.
Still unable to find her tongue and enough higher brain power to form a sentence, Arizona lightly tugged Callie back to her feet, and pulled her into another kiss. It was much softer and slower this time, but just as deep and meaningful.
***
Yang and Sloan were both standing in front of the closet door with their arms crossed against their chests when it finally opened.
Two knowing smirks met Dr. Arizona Robbins as she slowly emerged. Her right hand was busy straightening her scrubs as her left worked to redo her hair the best she could.
“Coming out of the closet I see.” Yang's smirk widened just a bit.
Arizona froze as still as a statue. She looked from Mark to Cristina, then back again.
“Seriously?” Mark raised an eyebrow at her. “You two suck at breaking up.”
Blinking at him and swallowing back, Arizona turned on her heels and walked in the opposite direction without saying a word.
They both watched her go, and Mark contemplated chasing her down until the door opened again and Callie stumbled out. She, too, froze and stared at them.
“What the hell, Torres?” Mark barked, making Callie jump.
Callie blinked as she slowly pulled the door closed behind her. She lifted her free hand, her index finger pointed, ready for a comeback. Her eyes shifted from her best friend to her roommate, then back again.
And then her pager went off.
Callie instantly reached down to snag it from her waistline.
Saved by the freaking bell.
She tipped the instrument towards the other two occupants in the hall, smiling just slightly before heading off down the hall.
“That thing won't always save you!” Yang called after the brunette. “There's only so many broken bones in Seattle!”
Callie turned around, walking backwards as she raised her beeper and then pointed to it as it continued to go off. She turned back just as she rounded the corner and then disappeared.
Mark and Cristina stood, rooted in place. Yang sighed as she leaned toward the man standing next to her. “Is it weird that I'm jealous, and even a little turned on by hot supply closet sex?”
Mark just sighed as he kept his arms folded across his chest. “We all are, Yang,” he finally replied with another low grunt. “We all are.”
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