Stolen Moments 5/? (Part Two)
Chapter 1 - http://thecon12.livejournal.com/1316.html
Chapter 2 - http://thecon12.livejournal.com/1781.html
Chapter 3 - http://thecon12.livejournal.com/1887.html and http://thecon12.livejournal.com/2137.html
Chapter 4 - http://thecon12.livejournal.com/2593.html
Chapter 5 - http://thecon12.livejournal.com/2973.html
Erica watched from the scrub room as Yang preformed her first solo valve replacement; the door slid open; the Chief appeared next to her and watched as Cristina closed up the guy’s chest, “Two months of teaching and you just had Yang do her first solo surgery; I’m impressed Erica,” Richard smiled as their eyes met and nodded his head in approval.
“Thank you Richard,” Erica turned back and watched as Cristina looked up at the gallery; her group of friends cheering in support, “I hate to admit it but you were right about Yang, she’s good. She’s got a natural talent and picks up the techniques very quickly; she’ll make an excellent cardiothoracic surgeon.”
“I’m glad you realized that because you’re a brilliant surgeon Erica, and now you’re also a great teacher and that means that cardiothoracic’s is going to be in safe hands for the future,” Erica smiled at his compliment as he lifted his hand to give her shoulder a gentle squeeze before nodding his head again and leaving.
“Hey,” Callie peered her head around the door and Erica smiled as their eyes met, “What’d the Chief say to you?
Erica watched as the patient was wheeled out of the OR; leaving no trace of the surgery that had taken place just moments before, “Yang’s surgery went well,” she turned and gave Callie a smile as she entered the room, “He praised my teaching improvement over the last couple of months.”
“Wow, today’s like doubly as special now,” Erica raised a questioning eyebrow, “It’s our two month anniversary,” Callie whispered as a smile broke out on her face.
Erica looked around to make sure they were alone and pulled Callie into her arms, “We should celebrate then.”
“Well Cristina told me she was going to Meredith’s tonight, apparently they’re celebrating how kick ass she is at cardio,” Erica let out a laugh; her eyes rolling, “So we could order in at my place?”
“Sounds like the perfect idea,” Erica leaned in and placed a chaste kiss on Callie’s lips before pulling back and heading towards the door, “I’ll be there at 8pm.”
Callie let her eyes follow as Erica left and couldn’t help the smile that lingered on her lips long after she’d disappeared from sight.
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Callie had ordered in and Erica had brought the wine, just as they always did for their favourite way to spend the evening together. After they’d finished the food they’d settled onto the couch to watch a movie; Callie leaned back against the arm of the couch and pulled Erica in between her legs, so that she could wrap her arms around her waist; both enjoying the simple act of cuddling.
Their heads turned towards the door as it opened and Cristina appeared; suddenly looking very uncomfortable, “You’re home early,” Callie called from the couch.
Cristina pulled off her jacket and moved towards them, “Mer got a call from McDreamy and went to get some McLovin’,” she let her eyes glance at Erica and then back to Callie, “I’ll just grab a beer and head to my room.”
“You can stay and watch the movie with us if you want Yang,” Cristina turned as Erica spoke to her and gave her an attempted smile, “It’s your apartment after all.”
“Yeah, come on Cristina, we can all bond and be girlie friends together,” Callie teased.
Cristina scoffed, “No thanks lovebirds, I think I’ll leave you to it,” she grabbed a beer from the fridge and headed to her room, “Oh and Torres?”
Callie turned her head to face her again, “Yeah?”
“Just remember rule number one,” Cristina pulled a look of revulsion and Callie laughed as she heard the bedroom door shut.
Erica lilted her head back so that she could see Callie’s eyes, “What’s rule number one?”
Callie grinned, “It’s nothing, just Yang talk,” Erica gave a bemused smile and turned back to watch the film.
When the credits rolled Erica turned to look at Callie and saw her yawning; glancing at the clock she took in the time and pulled out of Callie’s arms, “I should head home, it’s late and you’re tired.”
Callie jumped up and grabbed Erica’s hand as she headed to grab her coat; blurting, “Stay.”
Erica raised her eyebrow; giving Callie a funny look, “What?”
“It’s late and I know that you must be tired too, we’ve both had a busy day and you shouldn’t drive when you’re tired,” Callie felt flushed as she rambled on; taking a deep breath to calm her nerves, “So stay the night?”
Erica could hear the nervousness creeping in to Callie’s voice and suddenly felt anxious, “I can’t; you sleep on the couch Cal.”
“It folds out,” Callie entwined their fingers and tugged Erica closer.
“What about Yang?” Erica nodded her head towards the closed bedroom door, “I don’t think she’d be happy to still find me here when she wakes up.”
Callie smiled and pulled Erica’s arms around her waist, “I don’t care what Cristina thinks, I want you to be here; so spend the night Erica,” Erica bit her bottom lip thinking over the situation, “Please?” Callie smirked sexily, “Just think, it’s an extra eight hours with me.”
Erica smiled; murmuring shyly, “Are you sure?”
“Of course I’m sure; I can’t wait to fall asleep with you in my arms Erica,” blue eyes lit up as Callie blushed at her revelation.
Erica leaned in and let their lips meet; lightly running the tip of her tongue over Callie’s full bottom lip before pulling back, “I don’t have anything to sleep in.”
Callie pulled out of Erica’s arms and let her eyes travel up the length of her body, “That works for me,” she teased; smiling smugly as she saw a blush creep over Erica’s skin.
Callie headed towards her boxes and rifled through them; looking for something for Erica to wear; a pleased sigh escaped her mouth as she found what she was looking for, “Here,” she held it out for Erica to take.
Erica took it from Callie’s hand and lifted it up to look at it, “A hockey jersey?” Erica raised a questioning eyebrow as she looked at the white jersey with the cute penguin logo and Callie nodded, “Seriously?”
“What’s wrong with a hockey jersey?” Callie asked doing her best fake hurt impression, “I love the Pittsburgh penguins” Erica shot her a look of disbelief before breaking out into a smile; shaking her head, “Plus it’s baggy and really comfy.”
Erica sighed, “Okay, okay, it’s fine,” She looked around at the small living room; unexpectedly feeling nervous again, “I just need to um…change into it.”
Callie felt her eyes widen, “Of course, erm…we could just…erm…I could turn one way and you could…um…turn the other and change,” If Erica had noticed the panic creeping into her voice she didn’t say anything; she simply nodded and turned her back to her.
Callie let out a deep breath and turned away so that they’d be back to back and quickly changed into her old pair of gray sweats and a black wife-beater. She stood with her eyes focused on the wall in front of her until she heard Erica’s voice, “You can turn around now; I’m changed.”
Callie mumbled, “Me too,” as she turned around and caught sight of Erica wearing her oversized jersey; the edge stopping just above her knees, “Wow,” she felt her mouth drop open as her eyes drank in the view, “I think I could get used to you sleeping in my stuff,” Erica averted her eyes; glancing at the floor shyly as the blush crept up her neck and settled on her face.
Callie pulled out the couch and unfolded the duvet; throwing a couple of pillows to the top end; looking up and across to let her brown eyes meet blue, “You okay on the right side, or do you want to swap?”
Erica nodded, “This side’s fine,” she swallowed the lump in her throat as she stared back at Callie; waiting for her to make the next move.
Callie saw the look of coyness on Erica’s face and decided to be courageous. She took a step towards the couch and climbed onto it so that she was sitting up; pulling the covers up over her legs. Once she was comfy she turned to look back at Erica; who was still standing there obviously out of her depth; sensing this Callie reached across and pulled the duvet down on the empty side and tapped it with her hand as she gave Erica a playful smile, “You getting in or do you sleep standing up Dr Hahn?”
Erica let out an amused sigh and climbed in next to her, pulling the covers over herself; Callie gave her a reassuring smile as she stretched to turn out the light. Once they were in complete darkness Callie felt Erica lay down and surely followed. After a few minutes of lying completely still Callie let out an annoyed sigh.
“Are you having second thoughts about this? Because I could leave…you know, if you wanted me too,” Erica whispered into the dark stillness as she heard Callie’s sigh.
“No, of course I’m not,” Callie quickly reassured as she moved onto her side, “I just…”
Erica waited for Callie to continue and realized after a few minutes she wasn’t going to, “Just what Cal?”
Callie felt frozen, she knew what she wanted to say, but her brain was failing to get the words to her mouth; leaving her completely silent. Erica was already feeling nervous and now with Callie’s sudden lack of communication skills, she felt embarrassed. She sighed uneasily and threw the covers off herself as she sat up, “I should go, this is clearly making you…I should go.”
Callie reached an arm around Erica’s waist; stopping her from leaving the makeshift bed, “No don’t go!” She pulled Erica back into the bed and threw the covers over them as she snuggled up to Erica’s back; leaving her arm wrapped possessively around her waist, “I just…I wanted to hold you and I was feeling nervous,” she nuzzled her face into the crook of Erica’s neck, “I just want you in my arms, so you need to stay…I need you to stay.”
Erica placed her arm over the arm Callie had around her waist; entwining their fingers, “Night babe,” murmuring from her lips as she urged Callie even closer.
Callie placed a lazy kiss on Erica’s shoulder; enjoying the way they’d gone from being nervous one moment and completely comfortable the next.
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Cristina opened her bedroom door quietly and looked straight ahead to the kitchen opposite, expecting to find Callie sitting drinking her coffee as she normally did each morning. Instead she found the kitchen was empty and the apartment was filled with the quiet hum of the refrigerator as she stepped into the living room. Cristina stopped in her tracks; noticing the sleeping forms on the pull out couch and took note that Callie was spooning Erica from behind; her face nestled into the crook of the blonde’s neck and a idle arm enclosed around her waist; their fingers entwined.
Cristina watched them for a few seconds, letting herself think they were cute for an instant before mentally slapping herself; she tiptoed into the kitchen and switched on the coffee machine and glanced at the clock. It was 6.15am and she knew Callie was normally up at 6.00am to be at work for 7.00am; sighing in irritation she poured three cups of coffee and headed towards the couch.
Unsure of how to wake her roommate she reached out and tapped Callie’s shoulder; watching as brown eyes flickered open and steadied on her face, “It’s 6.20am and you’re not up,” she whispered trying not to wake her cardio mentor.
Callie carefully removed her arm from Erica’s waist and slipped out of bed; tiptoeing to the kitchen and taking the coffee Cristina offered, “Thanks,” she took a long sip of her coffee, “I guess I forgot about setting my alarm.”
Cristina nodded, “What’s Hahn still doing here? I thought you agreed to rule number one.”
Callie glanced at Erica and felt her face heat up, “She’s…erm…the rule wasn’t…we just slept, okay?”
Cristina raised an eyebrow as Callie stuttered out her sentence, “Oh,” Cristina let out a laugh, “You two haven’t-”
“We’re not friends remember!” Callie whispered abruptly, “I’m not talking about my sex life with you.”
Cristina smiled in amusement, “Rule number two; no sleepovers with Hahn unless you tell me about it before hand,” she glanced at Erica, “It’s creepy seeing her all unaware and harmless.”
“I might be sleeping Yang but I’m never unaware,” both women turned to see Erica sitting up staring icily at Cristina, “Or harmless for that matter; but if someone doesn’t pass me that coffee soon I may become harmful.”
Cristina’s eyes widened at being caught out and Callie shuffled uncomfortably on the spot until blue eyes found hers and smiled; she grabbed the coffee from the side and handed it to her, “Morning,” and leant down to place a delicate kiss on her lips.
Erica smiled, “Thank you for the coffee,” she took the cup and sipped it, “Sleep alright?”
Callie grinned happily, “Best night sleep I’ve had in forever; I like having you all wrapped up in my arms.”
“I’m leaving before I vomit,” Cristina grabbed her jacket and headed out the door; neither brown eyes or blue looking away from each other to see her leave.
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Callie let her hand tangle in soft blonde hair as their kiss intensified; Erica was nipping at her bottom lip as her hands ran up and down Callie’s taunt back. A throaty groan escaped from Callie’s lips as Erica’s teasing tongue traced the entrance to her mouth; letting her own rush out to join in the rhythm of their heated exchange.
Callie pulled her mouth away from Erica’s lavish lips and trailed kisses up her jaw-line; her tongue tracing the edge of her ear before she nipped and sucked at the lobe. She felt Erica shiver in her arms as her hands trailed from her golden locks, over her shoulders and down her arms, before moving to waist. Callie felt the vibration of Erica’s moan beneath her lips as she nipped and kissed at her neck; her hands running underneath her shirt to cup her full breasts.
Erica jumped away as the electric sensation ran through her body; her breathing heavy; she averted brown questioning eyes, “I have to go check on a patient.”
Callie took in a couple of deep breaths letting her lungs fill with oxygen as she watched Erica hurry from the apartment; confusion as to what just happened rushing to her mind.
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Callie hadn’t heard from Erica for the rest of that evening and she had managed to make if through her hectic morning without catching a glimpse of her; spotting Mark sitting alone in the cafeteria she threw her tray down onto the table and settled in the empty seat; leaning back to rub her hands over her eyes.
“Feeling tired Torres?” Mark grumbled as he took a bite out of his sandwich; taking in her weary form.
Callie tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and sat forward, “What?”
“Well I’m thinking if Hahn’s half as good in the bedroom as she is in the OR, then she’ll be wearing you out pretty damn fast,” Mark smirked as Callie’s jaw tightened, “Tell me, are those long surgeon fingers of hers as skilled as they look?”
Callie picked up her apple and threw it; Mark tilted his head as the fruit flew past him, “Do you always have to be a sex crazed man whore?” she enquired in annoyance.
Mark studied the look on her face; her jaw was set in a way that told him she was gritting her teeth and her shoulders were slouched dejectedly, “You haven’t slept together yet, have you?”
Callie narrowed her eyes, “That’s none of your business Mark.”
Mark’s eyes twinkled as a mischievous grin graced his lips, “What’s it been now; two and a bit months?” anger crept into Callie’s expression; “Me and you never had any problems in that department; want me to come over and try and loosen you both up?”
“Fuck you,” Callie spat; sliding back her chair.
Realizing that his teasing wasn’t going down well he reached out and covered her hand, “I’m just joking with you. Don’t be so damn sensitive Callie.”
She sighed; “I’m sorry,” Callie settled back into her seat and absently picked at her salad.
“Look I’m not trying to interfere here or overstep the boundary lines but you seem pretty frustrated,” Callie glared at him; opening her mouth to respond, “I’m just saying that it’s not like you to wait, it’s just sex Callie, so you’re both a little nervous this time…just power through it,” Mark gave her a sincere smile and watched as her eyes brightened; his words obviously having some affect.
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Callie rounded the corner; a smile forming on her lips as she saw Erica talking to Cristina; their head bent over a chart. Determination settled over her body as she approached them; giving Cristina a smile as she walked past her, she grabbed Erica’s arm and dragged her down the corridor; pushing her into the on-call room.
Shutting the door she turned towards Erica and captured her mouth in a forceful kiss; the grasp of surprise escaping the blonde’s lips granting Callie’s tongue access into her mouth. Her hands pulled at Erica’s waist, clawing her closer as she bit at her bottom lip; her lips quickly trailing down her neck and settling to suck at her rapid pulse point, eliciting a guttural groan.
Erica forced her eyes open as Callie’s hand pulled at the tie on her scrubs; moving her hands to Callie’s forearms she gently pushed her backwards; holding her at arms length as their eyes met.
Callie let out a deep irritated sigh, “What’s going on Erica?” blue eyes flickered with emotion but she didn’t respond as her gaze dropped to the floor, “What happened last night?” Erica shuffled awkwardly, still unable to meet her eyes, “Do you even want me?” Callie breathed almost inaudibly.
Erica’s eyes flicked instantly from the floor to meet pain browned orbs; her hands going out to grab caramel hands, “Of course I want you Callie,” she held their gaze intensely, “I want you more than anything.”
“So what’s the problem?!” Callie held up her hands in a questioning stance.
Erica lifted her own arms up; gesturing, “This is the problem…”
Callie took in her gesture between them; an angry scoff escaping her mouth at the thought of their relationship being the problem. She pushed past Erica and reached for the door handle; stopping as a pressure tightened around her wrist; turning her back around; expressively passionate blue eyes holding hers.
Erica cupped Callie’s cheek with her spare hand, “I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone,” she gave her a small smile, “But I don’t want you for twenty minutes in the on-call room Callie,” she stroked her thumb across her cheek bone, “You deserve more than that, we deserve more than that,” she let her fingers loosen around Callie’s wrist; threading their fingers together, “Believe me, when we do sleep together for the first time I want the whole night with you, because you mean more to me than some twenty minute fuck in one of these dingy rooms,” she repeated the gesture she’d done before, indicating the room, “So I can’t, not now and definitely not in here,” Callie regarded her carefully as Erica’s expression softened, “When you and I do take that step and sleep together, it will be more than just sex for me; the way I feel about you Cal…” Erica paused, feeling flustered at the thought of unspoken words; hoping her eyes would convey everything she couldn’t yet say; repeating, “It’ll be more than just sex. So trust me when I tell you that I want you. I just want you for endless hours; not minutes.”
Callie’s eyes glimmered with tears as an embarrassed laugh pushed past her lips; her head falling forwards to rest on Erica’s shoulder; groaning, “You must think I’m some kind of on-call room slut.”
Erica let out a laugh as she wrapped her arms around Callie’s back, “No, I just think you’re like a horny teenager Torres.”
Callie lifted her head so that she could find Erica’s eyes, “Well that’s what happens when I’m around you,” Erica smiled; leaning forward to place a tender kiss on her lips, “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be; it’s all part of our journey together,” Callie wrapped her arms loosely around Erica’s neck; smiling happily at how understanding she was, “I’m sorry for hurrying away from you without a reason last night…I was nervous, you make me crazily nervous.”
For a large part of her adult life, all Callie had ever really had time for were meetings in the on-call room, with Mark, and even when she was married to George; those quick moments were all she’d get. But knowing that Erica wanted more than just a stolen moment with her was enough to take her breath away and make her heart stop; then Callie knew that waiting for the right moment was more important than having stolen ones.