Title: Perky Beautiful
Author: Gina and Ash
Pairing: Callie/ Arizona, Callie/OC, Arizona/OC
Rating: R
Summary: Callie and Arizona experience something unexpected in Paris that changes their relationship with others. How will this affect Callie's relationship with Matt?How will Nikki cope with this?Can Callie and Arizona get together? AU Calzona
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this fiction, nor do I have any rights in regards to them. All characters belong to ABC and Shonda Rhimes
Callie's POV
Callie was shocked as she listened to Bailey and stared at the envelope in her hand.
This is the last thing I wanted.
This is the last thing I wanted to hear.
I had to talk to Matthew about this testing his patience yet again thanks to my schedule. Emotional blackmailing is not the healthiest thing in the world but sometimes it's the only choice. I had to be understanding of his uncompromising schedule too.
I was supposed to be at the restaurant an hour ago. After 5 missed calls and 15 text messages from Matthew, I couldn't wait to get out of my scrubs and into my black cocktail dress. But yet again, there was always going to be something getting in the way.
"Bailey, I am not going…" I moved the envelope towards her and crossed my arms.
"Torres, this is not a compromise or a choice…" She looked me directly in the eye.
"It's Cohen, I am married remember?"
"You're still Torres to me." She replied.
"Listen, Bailey I have logged in more hours than any other surgeon here. I have attended numerous experimental trials and surgeries but I am not going to this conference." I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket.
"I had to go the conference last year in Geneva! The others had to do the same… we need a representative from SGH to go. You are the candidate we all agreed on."
"Doesn't this need a form of agreement on my end?" I retaliated.
"All expenses are paid Torres. The hotel, the food, and hell Derek will probably help fund your trip around the Eiffel Tower…" She smiled.
"What did you say? Eiffel Tower??!" I was stunned.
"Yes, like croissants, Louvre, and couples who are illusionary in love. France, Torres." She handed the envelope back to me.
"I am in Seattle.. and I don't even have time to go to the zoo with Matt and you want me to go to France?!" I was shaking my head in disbelief. We can't even go around the states what more overseas.
"It is for 3 days. Believe me if I had a choice I would go but…"
"Bailey.. Please.. it's my anniversary with Matt and I promised him that I will make time for him… plus we don't even have time to have sex anymore!"
"Torres, save the bedroom talk please…" she rolled her eyes.
"Bailey, as much as I want to but I can't go to France…please understand." I was starting to leave when I heard a knock
.
"Hey sweetheart…" I loved his eyes. The way he smiled and kissed made me forget most of our marital problems. I would tell him that I hated how he had to work long hours and how we should just start living a simple life. But I knew deep within he was in a cut throat world at work and mediocrity was not even word that existed in their dictionary or his.
"Matt, what are you doing here…" I kissed him back sweetly. He was holding two paper bags and a rose in the other hand.
"You know, I figured you weren't gonna make it… So, let's just celebrate it here." He smiled.
"I am so sorry…" I knew how awkward it must have been for him to wait at the restaurant that long.
"It's fine. We are used to this… Miranda, How are you?" He placed the paper bags on the table and handed me the rose then mouthed "I love you."
"Matt, um I am good. Yeah… we were just discussing matters… that need… to be discussed by the both of you." Bailey was formally leaving. My eyes went wide and my mouth curving into a shape begging her to stay and explain.
"Really, what matters?" He was facing me now.
I heard the door shut and I sighed in disappointment. I got up and locked the door because I knew he was not going to take this positively.
"They are sending me to a conference…for 3 days." I opened the envelope and pulled out the paper.
"Cal, that's fine." He replied.
"In..France." I saw his facial expression change.
"France?! Like the Francais…France?"
"I know, I tried telling them no but it's important. I mean they already bought my ticket and everything. I ju-"
"It's fine Cal." He didn't even bothering listening. He had already tuned me out.
I slowly sat on his lap between the empty space from the table and his leg. I wrapped my arms around his neck and felt seduced by his cologne.
"I promise this is the last time…" I whispered as convincingly as possible.
"You always say that…" He wasn't looking at me. I could see his nostrils slightly flaring.
"Please… believe me. After this, we will do something …for us." I moved his face towards me and stared into those exquisite green eyes.
"Last time okay?" He finally gave in. This charm always works.
"Promise." And pulled him into a deep kiss.
Arizona's POV
Hurrying up the steps of the brownstone on east forty third street, Arizona squinted her eyes against the fierce wind and the driving rain, which was turning rapidly into sleet. It whipped her face and tingled as it pricked at her eyes. She made a soft purring noise as if to urge herself on and then growled in frustration as she fought with the lock, her key refusing to turn. Finally the door gave and she fell into the warmth of the front hall. As soon as she entered she was blinded by a bundle of white fur jumping all over her.
"Hi my baby, mommy missed you so much today."
In response Mr. Jinx licked every part of her he could reach.
Arizona laughed at him her blue eyes dancing.
She was a girl of thousand contrasts, huge dancing eyes that took in everything in sudden contrast to the sensual fullness of her mouth, the narrow shoulders, the long graceful hands and the lean never ending legs. The sweetness of her voice was a contrast to the intelligent precision of her words.
The way Mr. Jinx was rubbing against her legs she immediately knew he was hungry. She saw that both his food and water bowls were empty. She quickly put some food and water in his bowls and headed to her bedroom to greet her girlfriend and change out of her wet clothes.
She entered her room to find Nicole cuddled up in bed with a big bowl of vanilla ice cream engrossed in watching America's Next Top Model
"Hey Babe…" I greeted her with a quick peck on the lips
"Babe you are dripping. Go change." she giggled.
Five minutes later I came out of the bathroom wearing my favorite boxers and John Hopkins sweatshirt. I immediately got into the warm blankets next to Nikki and tried to steal some of her ice cream.
"Hey…" she swatted my hand away playfully.
"Nikki did you feed Mr. Jinx?"
"Oops I knew I forgot something. It's the season finale of Next Top Model and I got a little wrapped up in it…" she answered a little embarassed. "Next time leave a note on the fridge and I'll try not to forget."
I was still a little upset that she hadn't taken care of Mr. Jinx but Nikki was cavalier in her attitude about a lot of things so I let it go. Plus I was too tired after a long day at the hospital to argue with her.
I then remembered about the conference and wanted to tell her before I drifted off to sleep.
I moved closer to Nikki and started peppering her face with soft kisses. She laughed in response and still tried to focus on the television.
I moved my attention to her jaw and placed open mouthed kisses across her jaw, neck and her sweet spot behind her ear. I could hear her moan and start to lose focus.
"Just 15 minutes of the show left baby. Then I'm all yours." she begged.
"So you prefer Tyra Banks over me?" I pouted.
"No baby, you are much cuter…" she kissed me on the tip of my nose.
"Nikki hun I have to tell you something…"
"What is it? Don't tell me you have a double shift at the hospital again!" she pouted.
"No the hospital has selected me to attend a medical conference for 3 days." I said a little wary of her reaction.
"Can't they send someone else? They are overworking you. You are always there!" she said turning the TV off in her annoyance.
"Babe, it's just for a few days. I'll be back before you even know it. I hate leaving you but it's a part of my job." I try to placate her.
She seems a bit mollified, "Where is it and when do you leave?"
"It's in Paris and I leave the day after tomorrow."
"But we have tickets to see Spamalot on Saturday. We have been planning that for months. It's too late to cancel…"
"I know babe but Brittany can go with you instead. I want you to have a good time and to make it up to you we'll plan a trip to Florida once I get back."
"Promise?" she asked
"Promise…" I kissed her tenderly.
"Okay you can go…" she sighed. "Wow Paris, you must take loads of pictures. Its' the city of love after all…" she sounded a little excited now.
I just laughed and kissed her on the forehead.
Before I knew it, I was already fast asleep in her arms.
Callie's POV
I was not in a good mood.
The flight from Seattle to New York had been late so I had to run to catch the flight to Paris. Once I safely found my seat I noticed a blonde sitting next to me.
"Bonsoir." She smiled at me.
I didn't exactly know how to react to something like this. I was going to kill Bailey for signing me up for this ridiculous trip. I settled in my seat and pushed my carry on beneath my seat.
"Um, hi... I don't know how to speak French sorry." I replied as politely as possible without a trace of obvious annoyance.
"Je ne parle par francais...That's the French translation." She said while looking at her book. You didn't have to be a genius to figure out that her accent was not even close to a regular French person.
"Let's just... um.. stick to English." I said while figuring out the title of her book.
Common French Phrases - The American Guide.
Great.
"Arizona Robbins..." her dimples were definitely an asset. I wouldn't be surprised if strangers gave in to those dimples in a heartbeat.
"Calliope Torres Cohen..." I awkwardly shook her extended hand.
"Enchanté." She replied in a perky manner.
"Um are you enchanted by this?" I replied in absolute confusion.
"It means... Nice to meet you." She giggled and continued to read her book.
Great.
I have to endure this for the whole flight?
I mean seriously.
Seriously?
Why couldn't I be seated with a person who didn't seem to have the energy of a two year old?
I listened to her practicing her French on me in her perky voice for the next 30 minutes.
Though I was internally rolling my eyes I had managed to maintain a neutral expression.
After a while though, I lost my patience and couldn't stop myself from asking "Do you always talk this much?"
"Sometimes…" she giggled. "Can I tell you a secret?"
"I have a feeling you'll tell me anyway whatever my answer is so go ahead…"
"Flying makes me nervous. I feel like we are sitting in this huge tin box that can plunge to the ground at any moment. Talking distracts me from thinking about that."
I noticed she had a death grip on the arm rest.
The thought of her talking non-stop for the next six hours was giving me a headache. I wondered what to do?
Then it suddenly hit me.
I handed her my Ipod.
"Listening to music will relax you and it will be much more beneficial for both of us than the French lessons."
She accepted the Ipod with a huge smile that had her dimples on full display yet again. Inspite of myself, I reciprocated the smile.
Those dimples are going to be the death of someone.
I thought to myself.
Pleased with the sudden peace and quiet I opened the latest Dan Brown book and began to read.
Just as I was getting to the really intriguing part of the book I felt someone's head on my shoulder and heard a soft snoring sound.
I turned around to see Arizona with the Ipod still in her ear, fast asleep and had made her head comfortable on my shoulder and was holding on to my arm with her hand.
"Oh great... this is just great, first the French rambling now this… " I slowly mumbled to myself irritated.
I wasn't sure how to wake her up so I cleared my throat loudly.
Thankfully it worked and she woke up with a confused expression.
"So… um do you lean your head on any stranger's shoulder?" I deadpanned.
She then realized what had happened and turned red, "Uh....Umm. ...I didn't mean to…" she stuttered as cutely as possible.
"Its fine…" I replied chuckling a bit to myself at her embarrassed expression.
The rest of the flight passed smoothly with no more snoring and no more French lessons.
"Thanks…" She handed me my Ipod back. I took it and placed it in my pocket. I was ready to get out of the airplane and take a relaxing bath at the hotel before I headed to the conference I dreaded to attend.
"You're welcome… glad you enjoyed it."
"I did…" She smiled.
"Well I guess this is it… Nice to meet you … Montana.." I smiled.
"Arizona. Nice to meet you too Calliope."
"Sorry, I just.. got confused.." I replied embarrassed and grabbed my bag.
I absolutely loved the view Hotel Meurice provided of the city of Paris. I just stood there in awe and took everything in. I was in one of the most romantic cities in the world yet I am alone. I left three messages on Matthew's cell phone. I wasn't surprised when the receptionist told me he wasn't in his office. Never ending meetings or client visits. I got the voicemail from Bailey and called her back about my flight.
"Well at least the hotel is nice…" I said on the phone while looking out the window.
"Torres, it's for 3 days not 3 months. If the conference bores you to death, pretend that you need to go to the restroom and instead get some fresh air." She advised.
"Thanks Bailey.. I'll call you again. The room service is here…" I went to open the door.
I told them to place it close to the window where there was a mini dining room space. I honestly didn't understand what I ordered from the menu. All I knew it was chicken with some sort of a vegetable side dish.
"Merci." I uttered trying to sound as French as possible.
As I was about to close the door, I caught a glimpse of someone walk by that honestly caught me by surprise. I mean seriously? Out of all the people in the world, why am I bumping into her?
"This is either fate or you're stalking me?" I said as she was about to swipe her card to get in her room.
"Calliope!" She turned before entering her room.
"You were next to me in the plane and now you are 5 rooms away…I mean really?" I was shaking my head in disbelief.
She walked towards me and shook her head amused.
"Calliope, I did not choose this hotel. And this room, it was already reserved." She looked at me. Those blue eyes darkened as she slowly narrowed them to meet my eyes.
"Right…" my tone was bordering on sarcasm now.
"Yep…" she started to leave and walked towards her room.
She then turned and uttered "Calliope, you must think you are hot or something. Well maybe you are. Whatever.. but not that hot that I'd pursue you like a lovesick puppy till here.."
She flashed those dimples again and got inside her room leaving me standing there speechless.
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