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A/N: So I did say I'd write a partner piece to A Not So Silent Night where Callie was to get a little somethin' somethin' in return and this is it only we are fast forwarding a year and Africa never happened nor did the 'sexual sorbet'. I write this for a certain someone who wanted them married and who has been a wicked commenter which I appreciate, so voila! Here they are as wives. Enjoy and thank you for all your lovely reviews and alerts. Who knows, if you guys like this, I may be inspired to write more. Also, text messages are written in italic, just so you know. One last thing, RockyTop is awesome.
XOXOXO
Arizona Robbins felt the iPhone in her pocket vibrate once more. It had been going off non-stop for the past fifteen minutes, all text messages from the same sender; her wife. Usually Callie text her little reminders about groceries, consultation meetings or a quick 'I love you have a good day' message. Today neither of those reasons applied. No, Calliope Torres was clearly having a somewhat slow day off at home and had decided to spice up her free time by sending risqué and inappropriate texts to her partner. Arizona's breath hitched a little at the minute stimulation she received from her coat pocket against her thigh. If only she was receiving a hell of a lot more friction somewhere else! Her breathing was already laboured and she was shifting from foot to foot in order to make the heat from between her legs more bearable. Leaning against the nurses' station, she pretended to be glancing over a patient's chart whilst subtly slipping out her phone. Did she really want to read this here? The electronic notes had been getting racier with each new vibration and the blonde wasn't sure how much longer she could handle this form of long distance torture. Because it was torture. She only had fifteen more minutes of her shift left and then she could haul ass home and reprimand her woman in the most fun way possible.
She bit her lip at the indecision. Finally resigning herself to the masochistic teasing she was inflicting upon herself, she touched the screen and opened the new text: I'm wearing the underwear set you love. See through deep red lace. I can't wait for you to come home and peel it off me slowly using your teeth.
Arizona's nostrils flared at the thought. She could picture the exact matching set and coupled with that delicious caramel skin, her own flesh began to feel like it was on fire. Dear God why wouldn't the time speed up when she had places to be. Not thirty seconds passed before her phone buzzed again. This time it was a picture message. Everything inside her screamed 'nooooooo do not open this', yet she couldn't help herself. Her self-control was not at its highest, especially as they were still in that amazing honeymoon period with their wedding being only five weeks ago. The peds surgeon absently toyed with the gold ring on her left hand, the engagement ring sat neatly down her sternum and circled around her heart shaped necklace, keeping her wife close at all times. Without further thought, she opened the image and coughed/spluttered nervously at the sight. There was Callie, in almost all her glory, adorning said lingerie and pulling it off better than most of the skinny assed models found in catalogues, with the words: Just in case you needed a little help concocting that imagery…
The 'saviour of the tiny humans' could feel the blush spread up her chest and on to her cheeks before it truly began. Was her wife trying to kill her at work? Her thumb quickly slipped across the screen typing: stop it Calliope, before closing the image and locking the screen. She hurriedly stuffed the offending device back into her pocket as if it were scorching hot and tried to calm her breathing. She thanked the Lord that she was not in surgery and a nurse was not checking her phone for her which often happened in the OR when they were busy. Just as she was feigning signing on one of her charts Alex Karev decided to come and bug her. He sidled up to her and observed her flushed appearance.
"Dude what's wrong with your face?"
Arizona turned to face him with a disgruntled and somewhat wrathful expression crossing her features, most of it caused by her sexual frustration and the throbbing sensation in her scrub pants. "One: you never get to call me dude, it's Doctor Robbins to you, got it?" The resident rolled his eyes. "Two: you can get that sarcastic little smirk off your face right now Karev and show some god damn respect." The man did as asked and straightened his posture. He hadn't seen his boss this pissed off with him for some time. "And finally it's none of your damn business what I'm doing. If you have finished your charting and rounds for the night then either go help someone else or go home. I don't need you lurking here and bothering me," she scolded and shut her file for emphasis, a little surprised at how harsh she sounded towards her taken aback star student or 'boy' as Calliope liked to call him. She had never really been snappy with him before but she'd also never been in the sexually crazed section of married life either. He'd seen Calliope, like seen Calliope, he was sure to understand her need. But that thought alone made her want to go find a brick so she shook her neck to ward off any more of those unplesantries.
Karev stalked off like a wounded puppy kicked by its faithful master. He threw a look over his shoulder just before turning a corner as he mumbled under his breath about 'stupid peds' and the 'even stupider boss obviously on her freakin' period'. Arizona just sighed and checked her watch. Eight minutes. Eight glorious minutes and she would get changed, freshen up a little and be on her way back home to her hot, hot, hot wife. Her right knee bounced giving away just how agitated and restless she really was. She picked up a pen and tapped it in time to the shaking limb. Scrunching up her eyes, the blonde tried to pry out the image Callie had etched upon her brain to no success, she could see herself pulling down those crimson straps, unclasping the hooks at the back, tossing the garment to the side as Callie's firm breasts were unleashed for her eyes only. She'd gaze at them in awe like she usually did, it was an act that couldn't be helped, she hoped it never would be. Slowly she'd bend her head down, flicking her gaze upwards as she took a rock hard nipple into her mouth and-
"Are you nervous about something Dr Robbins?" And the image went up in a cloud of smoke only to be replaced by Chief Webber's inquisitive eyes peering right back at her own. Arizona swallowed hard and tried to act a hell of a lot more nonchalant than she felt, her eyes choosing to focus on the embroidered name across the older man's lab coat in order not to water.
"No Chief. Just waiting for the end of my shift."
"I see. Are you always full of this much… energy at the end of the day?" he asked, enjoying seeing the blonde doctor squirm and avoid his gaze, her problem with authority becoming abundantly clear.
The devil on her shoulder yelled at her to answer with 'only when I want to fuck my wife senseless and she's waiting at home for me', the more rational and logical angel replied for her instead. "Sometimes," she kept her answers short. This was far worse than Karev's little inquisition and now she had the Chief of Surgery questioning as to why she was so antsy and maybe he even had more sick kids for her to examine. Karev was right, stupid peds and the inability to say no to dying children.
Webber let out a deep chuckle. "Well I'm sure we can spare you for the last five minutes. Go change and head off Dr Robbins. I think you've earned it." Arizona's eyes went wide with gratitude and as she sighed with relief she dared to look him in the eye to thank him.
"Thank you Chief. Have a good night." Just as she spoke she felt that godforsaken phone make itself be known again. She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth and smiled half-heartedly, only one dimple making an appearance.
"You too. Oh and nice work on that pyloromyotomy, I heard you handled Avery's mistake nicely."
Arizona smiled in gratitude. Praise was sometimes hard to come by around the hospital. "Thank you Sir," she replied politely and kicked out her wheels to transport her ass faster to the locker room. Webber just smiled and shook his head, fond as he was of the peds surgeon, he was certain she'd end up in her wife's ward one of these days with those awful sneakers.
XOXOXO
Once out of her scrubs, the blonde threw on her outdoor clothes and chanced a glance at Calliope's latest wind up: Ooh you getting feisty now babe? Am I being a bad bad girl to you? Are you gonna come home and spank me? You know how I badly I deserve it…
No words. Arizona had no words for that. Instead she just flung the phone into her purse and made a beeline for the stairs, less chance of running into any staff who may rope her into a consult. She sprinted down the steps as if she were being chased by a movie villain and weaved through visitors, patients and colleagues to the exit, remembering to say a quick goodnight to the evening security guard Robert. She braced herself against the cool wind outside as she jogged the short distance to the apartment she shared with Callie. They had moved from the fifth floor to a larger three bedroomed apartment two floors down, Arizona got a study, Callie a pool room, both equally satisfied with their little luxuries of solitude until they needed the extra space for when their family expanded. The peds surgeon had to conclude that no longer living straight across from Mark Sloan also had its major benefits. He now came to visit instead of intrude, he ate breakfast with them once a week instead of stealing their food, he also took no for an answer instead of disrespectful disregard and kept his distance when they needed spouse time alone.
Arizona greeted their doorman with a small wave and a polite hello. Normally she'd have a chat with Justin, he was a sweet guy but tonight she just couldn't. She was still very much on edge, arousal collecting in her underwear at the mere thought of Callie waiting for her all tanned and gorgeous on their King size bed, the rouge of her bra and boy shorts contrasting beautifully with the green sheets. Those had been a compromise as Callie had argued for dark blue, Arizona for pale yellow; the walls however were still an ugly shade of grey as neither could find an agreeable alternative that suited both yet.
The fucking wall colour could wait for now though. Arizona pushed the elevator button like it was a game of Hungry Hungry Hippos and tapped her foot impatiently. The ding arrived upon welcome ears and the doors creaked open revealing yet another possible interruption to her homeward journey. Sloan's smirk was evident as he noticed the particular rush the blonde woman was in to go up, probably so she could go down on Torres he thought, licking his lips at that mental picture. The pale woman stepped into the elevator and vigorously shoved a shocked Mark out.
"Hi Mark bye Mark," she stated as she pushed the button to the third floor and watched him stare at her incredulously before the metal sections combined and blocked out his face altogether. Not even the sleazy man-whore best friend was going to stop her now.
Humming impatiently, Arizona finally arrived at her floor, the ten seconds being the longest of her life as she speed walked through the corridor to apartment 310. At the blue door, she fetched out a mirror from her bag and checked her hair and make-up, both could be better but she rocked the tousled look and Callie didn't seem to like the overdone look anyway. Adding some mint lip balm to her rosy mouth, she unlocked her front door and waltzed into the adjoining kitchen and living room. The sight she found was not what she had expected.
"Seriously?" The blonde half yelled. "You're doing dishes, in clothes! What happened to my half naked wife who's been working me up all day with her little messages that she obviously found freakin' amusing? Do you know how quickly I got here?" Callie's vocab had finally started wearing off on Arizona.
The Latina looked over her shoulder from her spot in the sink. Everything was going to plan. Work up her wife, have her find this scenario, get her mad, have extra hot sex, Yep. Always a winning method.
"Well not fast enough. I got bored. And cold so thought I'd do some dishes in the meantime," Callie shrugged and turned away, her back to Arizona.
"Do you even have the underwear still on?" Arizona asked, finally taking off her coat and setting down her purse near the couch.
"Why don't you come over here and find out?" Callie asked suggestively, slightly bending over a little more to highlight her amazing dark denim clad ass. She knew her wife had a thing for a fine behind.
The peds surgeon narrowed her eyes warily. Was she being played? She knew Callie liked when they had sex that was a little bit rough with plenty of passion. Well, either way, played or not, Arizona was going to give it to her just like she wanted. She'd take the bait this time; she was too far gone in her own state of arousal not to. She strolled; well more like stalked up to her intended prey, zooming in on the curve of her wife's hips, the lines of her breasts confined within a fitted black tee and up to the tanned neck that was exposed to her wanton tongue. She still didn't know how anyone could make a ponytail sexy like Calliope could.
The brunette barely had her hands in the soapy water and instead stood still with a shit eating grin plastered across her face which her wife fortunately could not see. The next thing she felt was the sensation of two firm breasts pushed up against her back and two warm arms encircling her waist. Small wisps of ebony shook as Arizona's breath brushed her ear.
"Do you have any idea what you do to me Calliope?" the blonde asked breathily, her tone laden with want. Callie shook her head, her ponytail swishing with the movement. Arizona's hands began to wander with curiosity. She slid them under the black material and forced them slowly northwards making sure to follow all those natural dips and swerves of the Latina's skin. Her eyes were glued to the neck and the slight sight of the right side of Callie's face. As she neared the swell of her wife's breasts she stuck her tongue out and traced a path along the jugular vein. Callie's head tipped to the left and her hands rose to grip the edge of the sink, her platinum wedding band clinking against the stainless steel.
"Maybe I should work you up like you did to me. Make you beg me for it. Make you unbearably wet. Throbbing…hot…needy with want," she husked against the mocha flesh. The ortho surgeon's eyes fluttered close, her grip tightened as she pushed her hips back against Arizona's groin. Fuck she loved a dirty mouth, the one attached to the woman behind her in particular. "Is that what you want huh?" The brunette sucked in a breath. Her game almost forgotten as her body began grinding back in circular motions, hoping for some form of friction.
"Answer me," Arizona demanded. She titled her head upwards and bit into the fleshy lobe, their height difference making her angle perfect to cause pain but not agony. The Latina hissed a strained 'maybe,' and grabbed for Arizona's left hip, her wet hand soaking the denim below. The blonde laughed tauntingly and removed the grip her wife had on her side, replacing the arm on the front of the sink.
"For being a bad girl Calliope I believe you should be punished although you're not going to enjoy it as much as a hard spanking and we both know how turned on that makes you don't we?" Arizona was cat like in her toying; her mouse did little to object the control inflicted upon her and just nodded in agreement. "Keep your hands there or I won't fuck you. Understand?" Arizona squeezed her partner's laced covered breasts, enjoying their heavy weight in her hands and the way Callie's nipples pebbled instantly under her ministrations. The Latina nodded eagerly, her hands already itching to fly behind her head and grab a fistful of golden hair yet she knew that it would do little to help get her wife's hands down her jeans quicker.
Arizona's teeth and lips once again pressed tightly against Callie's neck, her fingertips digging in harshly on the Latina's chest, both women rigid with want as she spoke confidently against the hot flesh. "You are going to stay silent Calliope and I mean silent. Not one fucking peep shall leave your lips until I say so. You make a noise; I don't touch you for ten seconds." This time there was no question, it was an order and one which made the brunette's knees tremble in anticipation. She stood strong and nodded twice, not trusting her voice to not break and prove to her wife just how much she was getting under her skin.
"Good. Ready?" Callie shook her head in agreement again; inhaling quickly as Arizona suddenly thrust her hands under the red lace and tweaked her hardened buds roughly between her fingers. "Then let this game begin," Arizona taunted leaving Callie wondering just how burnt she was going to get playing with Arizona's fire…
A/N: I like doing two parters, don' be mad. Reviews welcomed. Thanks for reading.