Title: Love is . . . Poetic
Author: GreysAddictJ
Pairing: Callie/Arizona
Rating: R (for language and suggestiveness)
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine. No infringement intended. Also, I don't use a beta, so all mistakes are mine.
Summary: Callie attempts to write Arizona a love poem for Valentine's Day . . . with interesting results.
A/N: I wrote this for the Valentine's Day Challenge on the Callie_Arizona Live Journal Site. Just a short little dirty drabble.
Arizona,
To say I was surprised when you told me the one gift you wanted to for Valentine's Day was a poem would be an understatement. I suck at poems and make no promises. However, since you gave me your best puppy dog look, I'm putty in your hands. Here goes nothing.
Roses are red, violets are blue,
All I can think of is making love to you,
Couch, bed, or on the floor,
I'll rock your world until you beg for more.
Okay, damn. That was a little dirty. Sorry. Let me try again.
There once was a girl from Seattle,
Sex with her is like a pitched battle,
She's always on top,
But never want it to stop,
Cause her name's branded my ass like I'm cattle.
Right. So maybe a limerick wasn't the best way to get my mind out of the gutter. Now I'm comparing myself to livestock. Great. How about I try a Haiku?
My girl is damn hot
Skates dimples fucking sexy
On call room right now
I bet you're regretting making me do this now. I'm not exactly a world-class poetess. But I don't give up that easily.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways,
I love thee for your eyes and thighs and the sighs
You moan beneath me, when my hands make you cry
My name to the highest heights as you reach that special place
Okay, that wasn't even that dirty. That was just lame. Boy, this is romantic. Okay, one more go.
Love is dirty, love's a grind,
Your hot body is on my mind,
Love is kinky, love's a dare,
Love's the rush of stripping you bare,
Love is sweaty, love is sweet,
I'll rock you senseless til you complete.
Alright, I give up. I've successfully butchered every type of poem I can think of. Here's my final poem to you, babe. It's a poem Callie Torres style. It's blunt and to the point.
Arizona Robbins – you are one sexy bitch.
Sorry, was that too dirty? Too bad. Because you're in love with one dirty girl.
Love,
Calliope.
P.S. I meant what I said in the haiku – on call room, stat.