Stolen Moments 3/? (Part Two)
Chapter 1 - http://thecon12.livejournal.com/1316.html
Chapter 2 - http://thecon12.livejournal.com/1781.html
Chapter 3 (Part One) - http://thecon12.livejournal.com/1887.html
Chapter 4 - http://thecon12.livejournal.com/2593.html
Chapter 5 - http://thecon12.livejournal.com/2973.html and http://thecon12.livejournal.com/3184.html
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Erica stared at the group of eager interns looking at her; waiting nervously for her to begin firing questions at any of them unexpectedly. The Torres “nice approach” was so not working for her. Every time one of the interns got something correct, Erica had given them praise and immediately felt sick; leaving her to yell abruptly at the next one in pure unadulterated frustration.
“Need a hand Dr Hahn?” Mark appeared at her side, smiled at the interns and then dropped his voice to speak to her.
Erica turned and narrowed her eyes at him, “Depends on where your hands will be Dr Sloan; can you keep them to yourself long enough?”
Mark smirked, “I can assure you that I have very capable hands Dr Hahn,” Erica rolled her eyes in repulsion causing him to smile smugly, “Look I’m a good teacher,” Erica raised her eyebrow in disbelief, “You just need to find the balance between being in charge of them and relating to them.”
“And how do I do that exactly wise one?”
Mark looked at the interns; who were chatting away to each other and turned back to Erica, “You need to be in control but not so much that they feel like they can’t jump in and help. You need to let them try and figure it out for themselves and give you the answers,” Erica listened as Mark lifted a hand to scratch his face, “Praise them if they’re right, not in a friendly over the top way, but a way that lets them know that you’re glad they’re right but that you expect them to remember it from now on, and if they need help, give it to them, don’t do it for them, direct them as you watch and give pointers,” Mark gave her a smile, clearly pleased with himself.
“It’s really that simple?” Erica turned and watched the interns; looking down at them as if they were small children who needed monitoring.
“It’s really that simple,” Mark nodded his head as Erica’s eyes found his, “Now say thank you.”
Erica couldn’t stop the small smile appearing on her face as Mark’s eyes twinkled playfully; sarcasm dropping into her voice, “Thank you Dr Sloan.”
“What for, the teaching tips or,” Mark nodded his head towards the nurses’ stations and Erica’s gaze followed, “Her?”
Callie was leaning against the desk staring at them; her brown eyes watching every move Erica made as she pretended to fill in charts. Erica turned back to Mark and gave him a genuine smile, “Both,” calling her interns to follow her and heading off down the corridor.
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Callie was glad that Erica had managed to keep her promise of meeting her for lunch. They’d both had busy mornings, and Callie knew that their afternoon would just as likely be as hectic and so any small amount of time they could grab together was valuable.
“Callie, you’re doing it again,” the sound of Erica’s voice drew Callie’s gaze from her lips and back to meet her blue eyes.
Callie swallowed the lump in her throat; her cheeks suddenly feeling hot, “Doing what?”
Erica smiled at her, “Watching me. I saw you doing it earlier when I was talking to Sloan and you’re doing it again now.”
Callie’s mouth opened as she watched Erica take another sip from her drink, “I can’t help it; you’re driving me crazy.”
Erica placed her drink back on the table and turned to Callie giving her a questioning look, “I’m not doing anything.”
Callie glanced around the cafeteria and then lowered her voice to make sure she wouldn’t be heard, “You’re nibbling your bottom lip and chewing on that damn straw…”
Erica smirked, leaning closer to her; dropping her voice to a husky whisper, “And that bothers you Torres?”
Callie breathed in deeply letting Erica’s perfume fill her lungs like oxygen, as Erica pulled back and took another sip of her drink, keeping her eyes locked with Callie’s as her teeth nipped at the straw, “You're going to have to kiss me soon Erica because I think I'll explode if you don't.”
A pink blush appeared across Erica’s cheeks instantly, “I’ll keep that in mind,” whispered as she gathered her stuff and headed back to work, throwing Callie a teasing smile over her shoulder.
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Erica had been called into an emergency surgery as she headed to the exit of the hospital with Callie; she’d given Callie a quick kiss on the cheek and promised to call her when she’d finished before heading back inside to save Mrs Jones’ life.
As she headed back to the locker room to get changed, she noticed the door to one of the patient rooms was openly slightly, casting a white strip of light into the dark corridor.
“How’s the recovery going Yang?” Erica asked as she leaned in the doorway; making Cristina look up from the book she was reading.
“It’s going fine thank you Dr Hahn,” Cristina pursed her lips and turned back to her book.
Erica caught a glimpse of the book’s title and noticed that Cristina was reading up on cardio techniques; sighing she headed out of the room for a few minutes before returning and placing a banana, and suture kit on the table in front of her.
“Show me your running whip-stitch Yang,” Cristina looked up from her book and stared at the equipment laid out on the table in front of her; glancing at Erica quickly before picking up the needle and beginning her work.
“Why are you doing this?” Cristina asked as she placed the last stitch along the surface of the banana and Erica lifted her eyes to look at her.
Erica took a deep breath and looked down at Cristina’s stitches, noticing the flawlessness of them, “Because I haven’t been doing a very good job and I need to learn how to teach,” She leaned forward and picked up the banana, “Plus you and I both know that Burke’s tremor and your natural ability has left you moulded into the shape of cardio,” Erica gave Cristina a piercing look, “But Burke’s gone and I’m the one who’s going to be teaching you now, so you need to stop bringing him up every time I let you in on a surgery. Burke’s a talented surgeon; but I’m better and I can make you better,” Cristina nodded as she watched Erica look at the stitches closely, “Plus Callie’s got this weird fondness for you, and I-”
Erica lifted her head realising she’d said too much, “Want to make her happy?” Cristina asked simply as she caught Erica’s eyes. Erica’s face immediately hardened and Cristina shrugged, “I saw you two kissing outside the hospital the night of cement boy,” she confessed, giving Erica an almost smile, “Then Callie moped around for days afterwards; made me want to kick your ass,” Erica let out a laugh and smiled slightly, “Don't tell Torres that though, I wouldn't want her to get that idea of us being friends in her head again.”
Erica suddenly felt anxious and couldn’t help the words rushing out of her mouth, “Have you told anyone about-”
“No I haven't,” Cristina cut in, “Not even Meredith.”
Erica let out a tense breath; her eyes holding Cristina’s, “Thank you.”
“I'm not doing it for you, I'm doing it for Callie, she deserves better than Bambi, and for some strange reason she likes you....But if you hurt her again I will seriously kick your genius cardio ass,” Cristina attempted to give her a glare but quickly stopped, hoping Erica wouldn’t suddenly take back everything she’d said.
In that moment, Erica understood a little better why Callie liked Cristina and smiled back at her, “I should hope so Yang.”
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Callie looked up at the clock, taking in the time before shutting her eyes again and resting her head back against the couch. She’d been checking her phone constantly since she’d arrived home, hoping to see a message from Erica but knowing there was no logical way she could have preformed the surgery already. Callie let her mind go heavy as she replayed the kiss she’d shared with Erica outside the hospital.
People always say that the first kiss is the one you have to wait for, and you do; you go through all the emotions of wondering what it'll be like, fantasizing about it when they're talking to you. That first kiss is always the passionate one, it's desperate with want and need for more of each other; the attraction you’ve been keeping at bay suddenly released. People tell you that the first kiss is the one to remember because it was worth the wait.
Callie groggily opened her eyes as she felt something brush against her legs, “Hey, what time is it?” she smiled as she saw Erica sitting on the coffee table watching her, the small space making their legs touch.
“It’s 1am, I didn’t mean to wake you,” Erica passed Callie the key she’d been holding in her palm, “I let myself in,” Callie took the key and gave her an amused expression, “It’s Yang’s, she gave it to me.”
“Cristina lent you her key?”
“Yeah, we had a talk today and I told her I’m going to be the best damn cardio teacher she’s ever had, and that includes that moron Preston Burke,” Callie opened her mouth to respond but stopped as Erica’s fingertips traces over her bottom lip; noticing the small cut there, “How’d you get this?”
“I was angry at you that day you didn’t show up for lunch and I accidently bit my lip…in aggravation,” Callie murmured, acutely aware that Erica’s fingertip was still running lightly over the cut.
“I’m sorry I didn’t show up,” Erica let her eyes linger on Callie’s as she lifted her hand away from Callie’s lip to brush away a piece of raven hair that had fallen across her forehead; letting her fingertips continue to trace a pathway down Callie’s jaw-line and back over her full luxurious lips, “You’re so beautiful,” humming from her lips.
Callie felt her breath catch; her eyes fluttering shut as Erica’s fingertips travelled from her lips to cup her cheek; leaning in towards her, their lips brushing together slowly. Erica leisurely let her tongue sneak out to trace along the outline of Callie’s bottom lip; feeling her mouth opening in response as their tongues came together effortlessly; their kiss languid and tender.
Erica lightly nipped at Callie’s lip as she pulled back, resting their foreheads together to catch their breaths, “Am I forgiven?”
But no one ever warns you about the second kiss. They never tell you that it's harder to wait for than the first one because you've already felt their lips against yours, and that you’ll spend hours over analyzing it, knowing the passion that came with the first and wanting nothing more than to have that frantic passion flowing through your body again.
Callie let her tongue dart out and lick at her lips, tasting the delicious flavour of Erica Hahn there, “God you can kiss,” she opened her eyes in time to see a blush creep up Erica’s neck and rest on her cheeks, “And you blush easily, I like it.”
Erica smiled timidly, “You make me nervous.”
Callie reached out and grabbed Erica’s hands, tugging at them to get her to sit next to her on the couch, “I like knowing that I can make the so called ice-maiden nervous enough to blush,” Erica laughed as Callie wrapped her arms around her; letting Erica’s head rest against her shoulder.
“Yang knows about us,” Erica titled her head to look up at Callie’s eyes.
“How does she know that? And how do you know that she knows?”
“She told me earlier that she’d seen us kissing that night outside the hospital,” Erica replied nonchalantly, laying her head back against Callie’s shoulder.
“And that doesn’t bother you?” Callie lifted her head from Erica’s and raised an eyebrow in suspicion.
“She promised she wouldn’t tell anyone, not even Grey,” Callie was quiet for a minute, which caused Erica to sit up and look at her, “You’re thinking about how I can be okay with Yang knowing but not okay with letting you kiss me at work, aren’t you?”
Callie smiled, loving how Erica always seemed to know what was on her mind, “Yeah I was.”
“Look, we’re still trying to figure this out and I know what Seattle Grace is like with gossip and rumours. I just thought it’d be nice if we kept this to ourselves for a little while,” Erica lifted Callie’s hand to her lips and places a chaste kiss across her knuckles, “I’m a surgeon when I’m at work Cal, I’m not there to play romantic filled drama scenes, I’m there to save lives and I need to be able to think clearly to do that and touching you makes my head fuzzy. So can we please just act like we always do at work?”
Callie smiled, “I’ve been married to someone I worked with and I’ve been publicly known for sleeping with someone I worked with…I think it’s a good idea for us to keep this to ourselves for awhile,” Erica smiled back, feeling the tension leave her shoulders, “As long as you promise we can still eat lunch together and act normal, no disappearing on me.”
“I promise,” Erica leaned back and snuggled into Callie’s embrace; letting Callie place a kiss across her forehead.
What Callie had realised in that moment, was that they never tell you that the second kiss is really the one worth the wait; it's the rational one, its calm and slower, you take your time to just simply feel and it's enough for you to want it to never end. The second kiss is the real kiss, it’s the meaningful one that you get the time to take in and store away forever.
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Callie felt the change in her life at Seattle Grace Hospital as she walked towards the nurses’ station chatting aimlessly with Erica; yesterday that change had been unsettling and unclear, but today that change was new and refreshing and she knew that it had happened for a reason, one which she welcomed with open arms.
“Wow they’re nice,” Callie stated to Olivia as she took in the expensive vase of colourful flowers.
“Actually, they’re for you Dr Hahn,” Erica looked up from the chart she’d been reading and looked at the flowers and then to Olivia, “A super hot blonde haired guy called Robert Fisher dropped them off for you earlier; he couldn’t stay but he wanted me to make sure that I passed them along to you.”
Erica’s eyes widened; quickly pulling the card from the flowers and reading it, a red flush covering her pale skin, “Who’s Robert Fisher?” Callie whispered as soon as Olivia had disappeared.
“No one important,” Erica kept her eyes fixed on the card.
Callie felt her mouth tug upwards in amusement, “Erica, who is he?” she watched as Erica continued to stare at the card, not answering and did the only thing she could think of; reaching out Callie plucked the card out from her hand and lowered her eyes to read it, “The last two weeks have been amazing…Haven’t seen you in a few days; I know you must be rushed off your feet at work…But I miss the way you feel in my arms. Rob xxx.”
Erica watched in horror as Callie read out the card; the colour instantly draining from her face, leaving her white, “Callie-”
Callie lifted her head to look at her; her brow creased as her eyes glimmered with disgust and the urge to vomit rose to her throat, “You’re sleeping with him?”
Erica knew it wasn’t really a question, and reached out to grab her hand, “Callie don’t-”
Callie snatched her arm away at once, feeling the emotion building behind her eyes; her voice wavering, “All I could think about for two weeks was you and how much it hurt that you were avoiding me and you were sleeping with some guy.”
Erica opened her mouth to speak but her voice seemed to have vanished; doing the only thing she could think of she reached for Callie’s hand again, “Don’t,” Callie stepped backwards avoiding Erica’s grasp, “I can’t believe…I have to go, I can’t be around you at the moment,” Callie averted her eyes from Erica’s and let the card drop to the ground as she hurried away, hating how some changes came with their very own set of baggage.
Chapter 2 - http://thecon12.livejournal.com/1781.html
Chapter 3 (Part One) - http://thecon12.livejournal.com/1887.html
Chapter 4 - http://thecon12.livejournal.com/2593.html
Chapter 5 - http://thecon12.livejournal.com/2973.html and http://thecon12.livejournal.com/3184.html
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Erica stared at the group of eager interns looking at her; waiting nervously for her to begin firing questions at any of them unexpectedly. The Torres “nice approach” was so not working for her. Every time one of the interns got something correct, Erica had given them praise and immediately felt sick; leaving her to yell abruptly at the next one in pure unadulterated frustration.
“Need a hand Dr Hahn?” Mark appeared at her side, smiled at the interns and then dropped his voice to speak to her.
Erica turned and narrowed her eyes at him, “Depends on where your hands will be Dr Sloan; can you keep them to yourself long enough?”
Mark smirked, “I can assure you that I have very capable hands Dr Hahn,” Erica rolled her eyes in repulsion causing him to smile smugly, “Look I’m a good teacher,” Erica raised her eyebrow in disbelief, “You just need to find the balance between being in charge of them and relating to them.”
“And how do I do that exactly wise one?”
Mark looked at the interns; who were chatting away to each other and turned back to Erica, “You need to be in control but not so much that they feel like they can’t jump in and help. You need to let them try and figure it out for themselves and give you the answers,” Erica listened as Mark lifted a hand to scratch his face, “Praise them if they’re right, not in a friendly over the top way, but a way that lets them know that you’re glad they’re right but that you expect them to remember it from now on, and if they need help, give it to them, don’t do it for them, direct them as you watch and give pointers,” Mark gave her a smile, clearly pleased with himself.
“It’s really that simple?” Erica turned and watched the interns; looking down at them as if they were small children who needed monitoring.
“It’s really that simple,” Mark nodded his head as Erica’s eyes found his, “Now say thank you.”
Erica couldn’t stop the small smile appearing on her face as Mark’s eyes twinkled playfully; sarcasm dropping into her voice, “Thank you Dr Sloan.”
“What for, the teaching tips or,” Mark nodded his head towards the nurses’ stations and Erica’s gaze followed, “Her?”
Callie was leaning against the desk staring at them; her brown eyes watching every move Erica made as she pretended to fill in charts. Erica turned back to Mark and gave him a genuine smile, “Both,” calling her interns to follow her and heading off down the corridor.
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Callie was glad that Erica had managed to keep her promise of meeting her for lunch. They’d both had busy mornings, and Callie knew that their afternoon would just as likely be as hectic and so any small amount of time they could grab together was valuable.
“Callie, you’re doing it again,” the sound of Erica’s voice drew Callie’s gaze from her lips and back to meet her blue eyes.
Callie swallowed the lump in her throat; her cheeks suddenly feeling hot, “Doing what?”
Erica smiled at her, “Watching me. I saw you doing it earlier when I was talking to Sloan and you’re doing it again now.”
Callie’s mouth opened as she watched Erica take another sip from her drink, “I can’t help it; you’re driving me crazy.”
Erica placed her drink back on the table and turned to Callie giving her a questioning look, “I’m not doing anything.”
Callie glanced around the cafeteria and then lowered her voice to make sure she wouldn’t be heard, “You’re nibbling your bottom lip and chewing on that damn straw…”
Erica smirked, leaning closer to her; dropping her voice to a husky whisper, “And that bothers you Torres?”
Callie breathed in deeply letting Erica’s perfume fill her lungs like oxygen, as Erica pulled back and took another sip of her drink, keeping her eyes locked with Callie’s as her teeth nipped at the straw, “You're going to have to kiss me soon Erica because I think I'll explode if you don't.”
A pink blush appeared across Erica’s cheeks instantly, “I’ll keep that in mind,” whispered as she gathered her stuff and headed back to work, throwing Callie a teasing smile over her shoulder.
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Erica had been called into an emergency surgery as she headed to the exit of the hospital with Callie; she’d given Callie a quick kiss on the cheek and promised to call her when she’d finished before heading back inside to save Mrs Jones’ life.
As she headed back to the locker room to get changed, she noticed the door to one of the patient rooms was openly slightly, casting a white strip of light into the dark corridor.
“How’s the recovery going Yang?” Erica asked as she leaned in the doorway; making Cristina look up from the book she was reading.
“It’s going fine thank you Dr Hahn,” Cristina pursed her lips and turned back to her book.
Erica caught a glimpse of the book’s title and noticed that Cristina was reading up on cardio techniques; sighing she headed out of the room for a few minutes before returning and placing a banana, and suture kit on the table in front of her.
“Show me your running whip-stitch Yang,” Cristina looked up from her book and stared at the equipment laid out on the table in front of her; glancing at Erica quickly before picking up the needle and beginning her work.
“Why are you doing this?” Cristina asked as she placed the last stitch along the surface of the banana and Erica lifted her eyes to look at her.
Erica took a deep breath and looked down at Cristina’s stitches, noticing the flawlessness of them, “Because I haven’t been doing a very good job and I need to learn how to teach,” She leaned forward and picked up the banana, “Plus you and I both know that Burke’s tremor and your natural ability has left you moulded into the shape of cardio,” Erica gave Cristina a piercing look, “But Burke’s gone and I’m the one who’s going to be teaching you now, so you need to stop bringing him up every time I let you in on a surgery. Burke’s a talented surgeon; but I’m better and I can make you better,” Cristina nodded as she watched Erica look at the stitches closely, “Plus Callie’s got this weird fondness for you, and I-”
Erica lifted her head realising she’d said too much, “Want to make her happy?” Cristina asked simply as she caught Erica’s eyes. Erica’s face immediately hardened and Cristina shrugged, “I saw you two kissing outside the hospital the night of cement boy,” she confessed, giving Erica an almost smile, “Then Callie moped around for days afterwards; made me want to kick your ass,” Erica let out a laugh and smiled slightly, “Don't tell Torres that though, I wouldn't want her to get that idea of us being friends in her head again.”
Erica suddenly felt anxious and couldn’t help the words rushing out of her mouth, “Have you told anyone about-”
“No I haven't,” Cristina cut in, “Not even Meredith.”
Erica let out a tense breath; her eyes holding Cristina’s, “Thank you.”
“I'm not doing it for you, I'm doing it for Callie, she deserves better than Bambi, and for some strange reason she likes you....But if you hurt her again I will seriously kick your genius cardio ass,” Cristina attempted to give her a glare but quickly stopped, hoping Erica wouldn’t suddenly take back everything she’d said.
In that moment, Erica understood a little better why Callie liked Cristina and smiled back at her, “I should hope so Yang.”
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Callie looked up at the clock, taking in the time before shutting her eyes again and resting her head back against the couch. She’d been checking her phone constantly since she’d arrived home, hoping to see a message from Erica but knowing there was no logical way she could have preformed the surgery already. Callie let her mind go heavy as she replayed the kiss she’d shared with Erica outside the hospital.
People always say that the first kiss is the one you have to wait for, and you do; you go through all the emotions of wondering what it'll be like, fantasizing about it when they're talking to you. That first kiss is always the passionate one, it's desperate with want and need for more of each other; the attraction you’ve been keeping at bay suddenly released. People tell you that the first kiss is the one to remember because it was worth the wait.
Callie groggily opened her eyes as she felt something brush against her legs, “Hey, what time is it?” she smiled as she saw Erica sitting on the coffee table watching her, the small space making their legs touch.
“It’s 1am, I didn’t mean to wake you,” Erica passed Callie the key she’d been holding in her palm, “I let myself in,” Callie took the key and gave her an amused expression, “It’s Yang’s, she gave it to me.”
“Cristina lent you her key?”
“Yeah, we had a talk today and I told her I’m going to be the best damn cardio teacher she’s ever had, and that includes that moron Preston Burke,” Callie opened her mouth to respond but stopped as Erica’s fingertips traces over her bottom lip; noticing the small cut there, “How’d you get this?”
“I was angry at you that day you didn’t show up for lunch and I accidently bit my lip…in aggravation,” Callie murmured, acutely aware that Erica’s fingertip was still running lightly over the cut.
“I’m sorry I didn’t show up,” Erica let her eyes linger on Callie’s as she lifted her hand away from Callie’s lip to brush away a piece of raven hair that had fallen across her forehead; letting her fingertips continue to trace a pathway down Callie’s jaw-line and back over her full luxurious lips, “You’re so beautiful,” humming from her lips.
Callie felt her breath catch; her eyes fluttering shut as Erica’s fingertips travelled from her lips to cup her cheek; leaning in towards her, their lips brushing together slowly. Erica leisurely let her tongue sneak out to trace along the outline of Callie’s bottom lip; feeling her mouth opening in response as their tongues came together effortlessly; their kiss languid and tender.
Erica lightly nipped at Callie’s lip as she pulled back, resting their foreheads together to catch their breaths, “Am I forgiven?”
But no one ever warns you about the second kiss. They never tell you that it's harder to wait for than the first one because you've already felt their lips against yours, and that you’ll spend hours over analyzing it, knowing the passion that came with the first and wanting nothing more than to have that frantic passion flowing through your body again.
Callie let her tongue dart out and lick at her lips, tasting the delicious flavour of Erica Hahn there, “God you can kiss,” she opened her eyes in time to see a blush creep up Erica’s neck and rest on her cheeks, “And you blush easily, I like it.”
Erica smiled timidly, “You make me nervous.”
Callie reached out and grabbed Erica’s hands, tugging at them to get her to sit next to her on the couch, “I like knowing that I can make the so called ice-maiden nervous enough to blush,” Erica laughed as Callie wrapped her arms around her; letting Erica’s head rest against her shoulder.
“Yang knows about us,” Erica titled her head to look up at Callie’s eyes.
“How does she know that? And how do you know that she knows?”
“She told me earlier that she’d seen us kissing that night outside the hospital,” Erica replied nonchalantly, laying her head back against Callie’s shoulder.
“And that doesn’t bother you?” Callie lifted her head from Erica’s and raised an eyebrow in suspicion.
“She promised she wouldn’t tell anyone, not even Grey,” Callie was quiet for a minute, which caused Erica to sit up and look at her, “You’re thinking about how I can be okay with Yang knowing but not okay with letting you kiss me at work, aren’t you?”
Callie smiled, loving how Erica always seemed to know what was on her mind, “Yeah I was.”
“Look, we’re still trying to figure this out and I know what Seattle Grace is like with gossip and rumours. I just thought it’d be nice if we kept this to ourselves for a little while,” Erica lifted Callie’s hand to her lips and places a chaste kiss across her knuckles, “I’m a surgeon when I’m at work Cal, I’m not there to play romantic filled drama scenes, I’m there to save lives and I need to be able to think clearly to do that and touching you makes my head fuzzy. So can we please just act like we always do at work?”
Callie smiled, “I’ve been married to someone I worked with and I’ve been publicly known for sleeping with someone I worked with…I think it’s a good idea for us to keep this to ourselves for awhile,” Erica smiled back, feeling the tension leave her shoulders, “As long as you promise we can still eat lunch together and act normal, no disappearing on me.”
“I promise,” Erica leaned back and snuggled into Callie’s embrace; letting Callie place a kiss across her forehead.
What Callie had realised in that moment, was that they never tell you that the second kiss is really the one worth the wait; it's the rational one, its calm and slower, you take your time to just simply feel and it's enough for you to want it to never end. The second kiss is the real kiss, it’s the meaningful one that you get the time to take in and store away forever.
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Callie felt the change in her life at Seattle Grace Hospital as she walked towards the nurses’ station chatting aimlessly with Erica; yesterday that change had been unsettling and unclear, but today that change was new and refreshing and she knew that it had happened for a reason, one which she welcomed with open arms.
“Wow they’re nice,” Callie stated to Olivia as she took in the expensive vase of colourful flowers.
“Actually, they’re for you Dr Hahn,” Erica looked up from the chart she’d been reading and looked at the flowers and then to Olivia, “A super hot blonde haired guy called Robert Fisher dropped them off for you earlier; he couldn’t stay but he wanted me to make sure that I passed them along to you.”
Erica’s eyes widened; quickly pulling the card from the flowers and reading it, a red flush covering her pale skin, “Who’s Robert Fisher?” Callie whispered as soon as Olivia had disappeared.
“No one important,” Erica kept her eyes fixed on the card.
Callie felt her mouth tug upwards in amusement, “Erica, who is he?” she watched as Erica continued to stare at the card, not answering and did the only thing she could think of; reaching out Callie plucked the card out from her hand and lowered her eyes to read it, “The last two weeks have been amazing…Haven’t seen you in a few days; I know you must be rushed off your feet at work…But I miss the way you feel in my arms. Rob xxx.”
Erica watched in horror as Callie read out the card; the colour instantly draining from her face, leaving her white, “Callie-”
Callie lifted her head to look at her; her brow creased as her eyes glimmered with disgust and the urge to vomit rose to her throat, “You’re sleeping with him?”
Erica knew it wasn’t really a question, and reached out to grab her hand, “Callie don’t-”
Callie snatched her arm away at once, feeling the emotion building behind her eyes; her voice wavering, “All I could think about for two weeks was you and how much it hurt that you were avoiding me and you were sleeping with some guy.”
Erica opened her mouth to speak but her voice seemed to have vanished; doing the only thing she could think of she reached for Callie’s hand again, “Don’t,” Callie stepped backwards avoiding Erica’s grasp, “I can’t believe…I have to go, I can’t be around you at the moment,” Callie averted her eyes from Erica’s and let the card drop to the ground as she hurried away, hating how some changes came with their very own set of baggage.