AN: Hey guys! This is just a little something to help me get back into the writing groove. I hope you enjoy!
I love reading books. Romance, mystery, fiction, biographies, it doesn't matter, I'll read them all. Hell, I have even been known to read the dictionary occasionally. Strange I know, but that's just who I am. It's who I've always been.
Reading books always was and still is my first choice of entertainment. Growing up I was the nerdy kid who would rather sit against a tree with a good book than play tag with the other kids at recess. In high school, I was labeled as a geek, which considering some of the labels the other girls had, I was actually fine with.
During college, I read. During medical school, I read. During my internship and residency, I found the time. And now instead of constantly being in front of a computer screen or on my cell phone, I go to the library and read. Which is what I am doing now, actually. Well I'm trying to read but I keep getting distracted.
I keep getting distracted by her.
For about a week now this mystery woman has been coming into the library, reading the spines of books in the same section, and after picking one she sits on the floor and leans against the bookshelf while she reads and writes in her notebook.
For about a week now this mystery woman has been coming into the library and has been distracting me. Okay, maybe distracting isn't the right word. The right word would be more like captivating me.
After re-reading the same sentence of my book for the sixth time, I slowly raise my eyes up and glance at the woman. From the chair I am sitting on, I have the perfect view of the bookshelf she always chooses her books from and then sits against.
I gently lay my book down on my lap and watch as she pulls her long black hair up into a ponytail and goes back to looking through the books on the shelf. God, her hair is gorgeous. The lights of the library make her dark hair shine and it looks so soft. So so soft. I bet it would feel so good just running my fingers through it. Then maybe trail my fingers over her soft caramel skin…
Shit, I'm drooling. Like actually drooling over this woman. Pull it together, Arizona. I roll my eyes and wipe the side of my mouth before clearing my throat and going back to reading my book. It's official, I am that creepy stalker in the library that everyone wants to avoid.
Okay focus on the words.
I can hear a rustling sound coming from the direction of the gorgeous woman.
The words Arizona, focus on them.
There's that sound again.
Ugh, just read the book, stalker!
I wonder if she found the book she is looking for yet.
Damn it!
I lay my book back down on my lap and casually glance at the woman one more time and when I do I can feel my mouth drop open and my eyes widen.
She is… dancing? That's new.
She has earbuds in and she is dancing as she is looking through the books. Her movements are subtle but very very sexy. Her beautifully curvy hips are moving side to side slowly and just watching them makes my heart speed up. I can feel the familiar burn in my lower stomach. I cross my legs tighter as I run my eyes over every inch of her delicious body. I can feel my center pulse and I know I am becoming painfully aroused but I can't look away. Right now we are the only ones in this section of the library and it's like she is dancing just for me.
My eyes roam over the sexy swell of her breasts that probably feel as good as they look, up to her long neck that I would love to run my mouth over, and finally her unbelievably soft looking lips. I lick my own as I watch her mouth silently say the words to the song she is listening to.
Suddenly her lips stop moving and they form the most breathtaking smile I have ever seen. And holy shit, her teeth! Even from a distance I can see how pearly white they are.
Wait… What is she smiling at like that? Or who?
Feeling an irrational surge of jealousy course through me, I flick my eyes up to meet hers and I am met with soulful brown eyes staring right at… me?
She is looking at me! No, correction, she is smiling at me! She is smiling at me and she caught me staring at her. Oh god, smile back. Smile back, damn it!
I manage what must look like a very painful expression because the next thing I know her smile falters slightly and she goes back to looking at the books.
Before I know what I'm doing, I slam my book closed and walk as quickly as I can to the other side of the library. I turn into an empty section and just stand there staring at the different book titles, not really reading them, just staring and trying to figure out where smooth, sexy, get all the ladies, Arizona went and why I was now stuck with creepy, library stalker who can't even smile, Arizona.
That's it, I can't ever come back here.
I can't believe I am doing this. After what happened yesterday I told myself I would never come back to this library. I was going to become one of those people who read all of their books on a tablet. And yet, here I am. Standing one shelf over from where the sexy woman is currently sitting.
Today is the day that I am going to start a conversation with her. Normally with any other woman in the span of a week I would have started a conversation with her, went out on a date with her, and had her in my bed. With this woman, though… I will be lucky if I can even say hi to her. There is something… different about her. When I first saw her, I felt like I recognized her. It was like the feeling you get when you see someone you haven't seen in a long time and you are trying to figure out if it's really them or not. It's like that, but I know that I have never met this woman before because there is no way in hell I would have ever forgot her.
Okay. Game time, Robbins. Turn on the charm.
I take one last deep breath and turn the corner. As soon as I am standing in the same section she is sitting in, I immediately turn around and walk away.
Yeah, the good old Robbins Charm. Never fails.
I roll my eyes and run my fingers through my hair one last time before I turn the corner once again and start walking down the section she is in. I watch as she reads something in the thick book sitting on her legs before leaning over slightly so she can write in the notebook laying on the floor beside her. I can't help but smile at the look of concentration on her face and the small tip of her tongue that is sticking out. Cute.
As if she heard my thoughts, her head snapped up and turned in my direction, a small smirk forming on her lips when she sees me.
How does a person breathe again?
I watch as she silently mouths the words "thank you" before she looks back down to her book.
Oh. My. God.
I said she was cute out loud?!
Resisting the very strong urge to run, I close my eyes and take another deep breath. Enough is enough. I am Arizona Robbins and I do not get shaken this easily. Yes, she is a stunningly beautiful woman and yes there is something different about her, but I will talk to her without making a fool out of myself. Well… an even bigger fool out of myself anyway.
Opening my eyes, I see her still reading her book with a small smile. Ignoring the butterflies, I turn my attention to the bookshelf she is sitting against and slowly make my way towards her while pretending to be looking for a book.
As I'm looking at the books I can't help but notice that this section is dedicated to surgery. Orthopedic Surgery specifically. 'Case Files of Orthopedic Surgery', 'Innovative Techniques in Orthopedics', 'Operative Approaches in Orthopedic Surgery.'
She has to work in medicine. Ortho Nurse? No, Ortho Surgeon. Definitely a surgeon. Badass Sexy Ortho Goddess that would look oh so hot breaking some bones in the OR.
Shaking myself out of my daydreams about this woman expertly handling a bone saw, I notice that I am getting closer to her so I quickly grab the first book I see and open it pretending to read.
If you asked me to tell you what word I was staring at right now I wouldn't be able to tell you. The only thing I can focus on is the sound of her pen scribbling on paper. I'm trying to focus on the words on the page so I can ask her opinion on something but suddenly I lack the ability to read.
Just as I recognize the word 'the' I hear the sexiest voice I have ever heard. I turn towards her and look down. She is speaking to you, Arizona, pay attention!
"I- I'm sorry. What did you say?"
Why did I just whisper that sentence like it was a part of foreplay?
I hear her laugh and it is like music to my ears. I so need to make her laugh again.
"I asked if that was a really interesting book. You were staring at the page like you were trying to set it on fire."
I can't help but laugh softly. If only she knew what I was really thinking about. "It is very interesting actually." I have no idea what book this is so I flip the book closed and read the title. Huh, now that is interesting. "I am just doing some research on Pediatric Orthopedic Surgery." I smile as I show her the book title.
Her smile widens and I can't help but notice how sparkly her eyes are. Her eyes are so dark and mysterious and yet so open. How does she do that?
"Are you Peds or Ortho?"
"Peds. I love helping the tiny humans." I can't help but speak with pride.
Her smile softens as she moves her notebook to the other side of her and pats the floor inviting me to sit. "What's wrong with the tiny human you are doing research for?"
I mentally scan a list of my patients, tying to remember if I have any with orthopedic issues as I sit down next to her. My mind flashes to the young boy who was recently admitted to the hospital. He wasn't my patient specifically but that didn't mean I couldn't do research on the type of surgery he needed, right? "He needs an intramedullary rod put into his femur."
I can't help but notice how her eyes light up at the mention of the procedure. "I just preformed that surgery on a patient of mine last week. I could answer any questions you have, if you want."
Her smile. That is what will kill me.
Before I can answer, she sticks out her hand. "I'm Callie by the way, Dr. Callie Torres."
I take her hand and immediately gasp at the feel of her hand in mine. Her smile quickly turns back into a smirk at my reaction and I can feel the blush slowly make its way up my neck and onto my cheeks. Clearing my throat, I shake her hand firmly. "Dr. Arizona Robbins."
"Pleasure to meet you, Dr. Robbins." Callie practically purrs as she lets go of my hand and picks the book up off of my lap and begins to flip through.
I think I just had an orgasm, but I'm not sure. The combination of her sexy voice, sultry stare, and the back of her hand brushing my inner thigh when she took the book made my core clench a few times involuntarily. I am soaked and she barely had to do anything. I am in trouble.
"The p- pleasure is definitely mine, Dr. Torres." I watch as she flips a few more pages of my book before looking up at her profile and smile. "So, what hospital do you work at?"
"Seattle Grace." She looks up at me and smiles and suddenly I am very aware of how close we are. "What hospital do you work at?"
"Mercy West." I can't help the smirk that forms on my lips because I know what she is about to say by the mischievous look that flashes in her eyes.
"Ah. You work at Mercy Death? The hospital that wants to be Seattle Grace but never will be? Is that the one you are talking about?"
"Yes, smartass." We both laugh as I softly punch her shoulder. "That is the hospital I work at. Unfortunately."
"So how did you end up working there?" Callie asks with a smile, her eyes letting me know that she is genuinely interested in what I have to say.
"When I moved out here I applied to every hospital in the area. I really wanted Seattle Grace." I glare at her and we both start laughing. "All of the hospitals that I applied to offered me positions in the their pediatrics department but Mercy West offered me Head of Pediatrics and well, I couldn't turn it down."
She nods her head in understanding. "But now that you know what the hospital is like…"
"I wish I did turn them down." I nod my head too as I finish her sentence. "But I made a commitment and I still have another year there before I can even think about leaving."
I smile when I feel Callie nudge my shoulder with her own. My smile grows when I turn my head to look at her and she winks at me. "And when your year is up, what hospital are you going to transfer to?"
"Hmmm." I tap my finger on my chin playfully, pretending to think about it. We both laugh when she is the one to softly punch my shoulder.
Just as I am about to respond, her pager that is resting on her hip starts vibrating. She gives me an apologetic smile as she grabs the pager and I give her an understanding one.
"I'm sorry, Arizona but I have to go." She sighs as she places her pager back on her hip and starts to collect her things. "911. A pretty bad car accident and a lot of broken bones that need to be fixed."
"I get it. Go be an awesome surgeon." I say with a forced smile that hopefully Callie can't see through as I stand up with her.
I watch as Callie puts her book back on the shelf and her notebook in her bag and without any hesitation, grabs my hand and starts writing on it with a smile on her face that causes a genuine smile to form on my lips.
"What are you-"
"There" She says as she puts her pen in her bag and blows on the fresh ink on my palm. I have to close my eyes briefly to stop myself from taking those plump lips with my own. When I open my eyes again she is looking at me with a knowing smirk. "Now you have my number."
"I-" But I can't finish my sentence. The only thing I can do is watch her back away, bright smiles on both of our faces.
She shrugs and laughs softly. "You know, in case you have any questions about that intramedullary rod."