AN - So I wanted something with Arizona being dominant among our duo. This story line is one of my most favorite and it can be a bit angsty than my other stories. Hope you guys enjoy it.
Callie Torres hated Christmas. She had for the past five years. Every single year she had spent in her wife's—soon-to-be ex-wife's—sterile mansion, void of boughs of holly, mistletoe, or anything resembling a reindeer, had been bleak and soulless like the woman herself.
Before her marriage to Arizona she had quite liked Christmas in New York. From the beautiful department store window displays to the glittering tree in Rockefeller Center. But after that, all of the festive cheer outside had only been a reminder of the starkness inside her life.
She lifted the red skirt of her gown as she walked up the steps that led to the front entrance to the grand ballroom of the Forbes. This would be her first Christmas party without Arizona since they were married, and she was determined to enjoy herself.
They had both been invited. Because when the invitations had been sent out their marriage had still been seamless as far as the public eye was concerned. But Arizona will not come. She knew that
Though, the iconic marriage of Calliope Torres and Arizona Robbins had never been all that it had appeared.
A marriage to shore up her failing company. A marriage of convenience.
Though, a real marriage. In spite of the fact they had never shared a room, never shared their personal space, they had most certainly shared a bed.
As Callie walked into the ballroom she unbuttoned her long black coat, handing it to the man waiting to check it. She became suddenly conscious of her hands, of the fact that her left hand was bare. That her ring was gone.
That her marriage was over.
She should be happy. The day after Christmas everything would be finalized, and her life would go back to normal. Her marriage to Arizona would be nothing more than a blip on the radar. A starter marriage. Who in the city didn't have one of those?
She made her way deeper into the room, feeling suddenly very conscious in the bright red silk gown amidst the sea of chic New York City black. The annual Forbes Christmas ball was always a can't-miss event, but since the takeover of the new CEO, interest had been heightened. So many of the people here were in attendance because they were searching for something. For a sign of weakness, for a way to ally with Addison Forbes Montgomery, one of her biggest confidant and best friend! And Callie?
Callie simply wanted to take this chance to start over.
But she had one thing in common with the rest of the guests. She was wearing a mask over her eyes, offering the thinnest veil of anonymity. Making her feel as though she was watching all of those around her, while keeping herself hidden from them.
Suddenly she felt a prickling sensation on the back of her neck and she lifted her head, looking into a mirror that was mounted on the wall in front of her. She could see herself, dark hair styled into loose waves, the golden mask fitted to her face, red lips, painted to match the crimson gown that formed to her curves parted as if in shock.
And then she saw what had caused the prickling sensation. She had been wrong. She had been seen. Someone else was watching her. In the reflection of the mirror, her eyes connected to those of the woman behind her. She was wearing a black mask, her flawless body outlined to perfection in the sea blue pant suit she was wearing.
Those blue eyes saw through her mask. And she saw through hers.
Arizona Robbins. Her first wife. Her first lover, but never her first love. Because Arizona Robbins didn't believe in it. And she didn't want it.
The ghost of Christmas past had come to haunt her indeed.
Her wife was here. And she had the nerve to look like every Christmas present she had been denied as a child.
Then, as now, seeing the brightly wrapped gift, all Arizona wanted to do was to tear back the paper and reveal the treasure beneath. Then, as now, she was forbidden from doing so.
As the child of a maid living in a palatial estate, Arizona had witnessed grandeur on a massive scale from a very early age. Witnessed it, but not been allowed to partake of it.
She hated being denied. Then and now.
She was beautiful, Callie was. She always had been. And when Callie had proposed a marriage of convenience between the two of them to help improve Arizona's coquette image, and to add her ailing company to Arizona's list of assets. Arizona had been more than willing. A wife was the next logical acquisition for her, as she never in her life imagined herself to be with a man sexually, let alone marry them. But then getting a wife as beautiful as Callie could have never been a hardship. She was clear about her condition and Callie had been more than accommodating about it...what about being bisexual and all. But she has always been a lady lover and Calliope Torres was definitely her most prized possession.
Tonight Callie had outdone herself. The gown was beautiful, but Arizona was fixated on what the olive skin beneath it looked like. Arizona knew. She knew intimately. The silky texture, every delicate curve of her body.
She and Callie had always been able to talk business, and they had always been able to make love.
It was everything else they found challenging.
Sex had never been an issue. She had wondered at first, because when she had met Callie she had seemed quite severe. All business. And yet, the way her suits had been tailored to her exquisite body had given her a hint that she was a woman who knew her appeal and also knew how to use it.
During their very short engagement they had discovered that the business arrangement was not the only perk of their union. Their attraction had been combustible from the beginning. Though, Callie had made Arizona wait for their wedding night, and she had been rewarded spectacularly with her innocence and the most explosive encounter of her life.
Every encounter thereafter had only been better. And for five years, even as Arizona felt the gulf widen between them, their physical intimacy had only grown more intense.
Until Callie had told her she was leaving. Until she had told her it was over.
After that, all of the lust she had felt had turned into burning, brilliant hatred. As white-hot as any passion that had ever passed between them before.
Though, seeing her now, Arizona knew that not all of the lust between them had been eradicated.
Liquid brown eyes met hers in the reflection of the mirror and Arizona began to walk toward her. The same eyes widened in horror, her lush red lips pressing into a firm line. She did not want her to talk to her. All the more reason to approach.
"Merry Christmas, Calliope."
AN - So? What do you guys think? How do you guys think the divorce will play out?
AN - This is a Arizon G!P story, if it is not your cup of tea, don't drink it.
Awaiting your love
xO Rita