AN: Nothing belongs to me.

M Rating: This fiction contains language (minimal) and a consensual sex scene. Please do not read this fic if you are not of age or such material puts you off your breakfast.

Thanks everyone for your great reviews to my other fics/one shots. This one is a little longer, so will be two parts. :-)

Seeking Forgiveness - Part 1/2

Summary: Callie seeks forgiveness after failing to be a supportive partner and sometimes, the only positive to come out of an argument is the make up sex.

Callie held the glass up to her eyes, tipping it to peer through the wide lip before squinting and curling her lips into a scowl. "Empty. Again," she stated simply.

"Empty for the last time, I'm afraid. I've called you a cab," the young man behind the bar said, just a hint of hesitation in his voice.

Callie shook her head strongly. "I have money and when I have money, I pay. I pay and you refill the empty glass," she insisted, tapping her fingernail against the bar. "These are the roles we play. Life is in order, don't mess with the order."

He shook his head slowly, wiping his hands on his apron. "Joe tells me that you have someone at home, probably waiting up for you."

Rolling her eyes, Callie reached out and gripped the front of his shirt. "What do you care?" she asked softly, weakly pulling and pushing at him. "Your job is to pour my drinks just like my job, is to look after my girlfriend."

Cocking his head, he lowered his voice to an exaggerated whisper. "Then what are you doing here?"

Callie released his shirt quickly, rising to her feet and swaying heavily, her upper body collapsing over the bar. "I've fucked up my job," she muttered, words slurred. "And you sunshine, have as well. I'll get another at home, just as soon as you call me a cab."

He smiled gently; if only he earned more money for every broken hearted screw up that he sent home to make amends, he'd be far wealthier than his bartending salary allowed. "Should be out front waiting for you. Play nice when you get home, I know your girl. She's a keeper."

"Yeah yeah…" she trailed off, waving her hand in the air as she weaved her way to the exit. The cool air hit her suddenly but did little to dull her level of inebriation. She stumbled down the few steps, tumbling into the ground with a heavy groan. Getting into the waiting taxi, she rubbed at her ribs and elbow, cursing at the cement for having broken her fall so roughly.

Each key she selected didn't appear to match the lock but she continued to try. Spacing her feet shoulder width apart, she steadied her stance and dipped her chin to stare intently at the door handle. With her eyes focussed and tongue sticking out the side of her mouth in concentration, she took one final attempt but had barely pushed the end of the key into the lock when the door swung open. She stumbled in response, tumbling forward with two heavy steps and grappling at the doorframe. "Bloody keys…" she muttered angrily, dropping the bundle to the floor and kicking them inside with her right foot.

"Callie?" Arizona asked, her face a myriad of emotions.

"You, Arizona. Weren't, were not, meant to be here," Callie responded, reaching out to place a heavy palm against Arizona's cheek. Her touch was uncoordinated and rough, Arizona winced and stepped back.

"Where else would I be?" she answered, her voice low and soft, emanating hurt. "You're drunk."

"Sorry," Callie stated, drawing the word out and stepping inside, pushing the door closed behind her. "Again."

"You need to go to bed."

"I really, didn't think that you, that you would be here, in my apartment. Tonight."

"God Callie, you need to grow up," Arizona stated in frustration, walking away from the door. "We had a fight; couples fight, it doesn't mean the relationship is over."

"You were right," Callie said, holding her index finger up and pointing at Arizona. "You were so right, I'm a crap partner," she added, walking carefully to stand next to Arizona where she leant against the island in the kitchen.

Arizona drew in a deep breath, curling her fingers around Callie's forearm. "We can talk about this tomorrow, you just need to get into bed and try not to throw up for the next eight hours."

"No," Callie insisted, "I'm serious. I want to talk now, you were so right. And you need to know you were right; I need to tell you, you were right. Yeah? Do you know that you were right?"

Arizona smiled, almost in sympathy; she wasn't really angry by the time she had arrived at Callie's that evening. She had even become concerned, phoning Mark and Christina before receiving a nonsensical text message from Callie informing her she was drinking her sorrows. "Yes Calliope, I was right. Now, can we talk about this tomorrow?"

Callie shook her head. "You're just…doing something. What are you doing? You're placating me; is that the right word? You were really right this time, I'm so me. Which is crap, because I'm nothing without you. You would think I would be better at taking care of you and being there for you. Because I love you and that's what I want to do but I don't sometimes. Weird, huh? I need to know when you've had a bad day and when you need a hug. I need to hug you more, that's it. Hug and kiss and hug some more.; and let you cry. I cry, why shouldn't you? So, you cry and I hug. 'Cause you are freakin' awesome. You are, you know that too right? And I love you. Did I say that? I'm going to do better, you won't have to ask. And you're still here. You're here, Arizona. I screwed up and you're here. I am so sorry, more than sorry. And I'm sure I will have some very impressive vocabulary tomorrow, but today, I don't. Tonight, I mean. I love you, I really really love you. And you needed me and I was so stupid, so so so stupid…"

"Okay, that's enough. I get it; it's okay. Really, it is. We can talk later, I'm just glad you're home." Arizona squeezed her fingers tighter around Callie's arm and nodded at her. "Okay?"

Callie smiled awkwardly, tears had filled her eyes and even in her intoxicated state, she could read the sadness in Arizona's face. "I do love you," she insisted slowly and deliberately, articulating her words. "Sometimes I just need a little nudge or a big nudge."

"It's okay," Arizona insisted again, turning her body to stand facing Callie. She moved her hand from her arm to her waist and leaned forward, pressing a slow kiss to her lips. "And I love you," she said softly before screwing up her nose. "I do not, however, love that taste. What have you been drinking?"

"Hmmm," Callie grinned sheepishly. "Maybe a little bourbon…"

"Huh!" Arizona responded with a laugh. "Firstly, a 'little' is an understatement and two, bourbon? You were drowning your sorrows, weren't you?"

"I thought you had had enough of me…" Callie offered as a feeble excuse. "But yes, I was trying to forget how I had treated you."

"How about," Arizona said slowly, "next time, you try coming home and having a rational discussion with me? What do you think?"

"Nope," Callie grinned. "There won't be a next time, because I am going to be so perfect. So so perfect. The perfect girlfriend."

"Yes Calliope, we will never fight again. That's very realistic of you," Arizona said teasingly.

Calliope steadied herself, leaving heavily against the bench and reached her hands out to cup Arizona's face. She stroked her cheeks with her thumbs, accidently brushing against her lower eyelashes and catching her nails in Arizona's hair. Arizona tolerated her efforts, smiling in return. "There's just a couple more things," Callie said.

"Mmmm?"

"Firstly, we will talk about this tomorrow right? I know, I'm not so sober right now. So I want to, really. "

"Sure."

"Secondly, I can't quite remember the second point. I'm sure I had three things…well, this way I reserve the right to bring up another point tomorrow. Whatever that may or may not be."

"Not a problem. Third?"

"Yes, third point. Well, the thing about third points. No, that's not what I was going to say. The thing about fighting is that there's good sex afterwards. Like, really good sex. And besides from absolutely adoring you, I really think that you're hot. And right now, I think we should have really good sex."

"Make up sex?" Arizona asked with a contained grin.

"Yes!" Callie exclaimed with an exaggerated excitement. "That's the phrase. Make up sex."

Arizona exhaled slowly, leaning in and pressing a kiss to Callie's cheek. "I think I need to at least, have a drink or two, whilst you have a multiple waters. You are sweating alcohol."

Callie gave an innocent look, dropping her hands to slowly graze over Arizona's breasts. "Fine," she said in agreement. Arizona worked her way around the kitchen, filling Callie a tall glass of water and handing it to her, ensuring her fingers had a tight grip before letting go. Retrieving a bottle of white wine from the fridge, she poured herself an overfilled glass before pressing her palm to the Callie's lower back and leading her to the sofa. "Are you sure you're not…you know, still pissed?" Callie asked quietly, head heavy against Arizona's shoulder.

"Honestly, I'm not really. I felt bad, I kind of ambushed you; I take some responsibility. It's not like I told you that it was a bad day for me," Arizona said honestly.

"Really?"

"Yep, really."

"I'm sorry I went out on a drinking binge. It didn't make me feel better; I just missed you. I think I sent you a text…"

Arizona laughed, tipping her glass and hastily drinking the wine. She just needed to take the edge off her sobriety, edge closer to Callie's inhibition and loose speech. And something to dull the horrific taste of consumed bourbon. "Your text was…well, it didn't make a lot of sense. I figured you would be home eventually. I came here after work, and I just wanted to see you, make it good between us again."

"And I wasn't here."

"And you weren't here, you were out potentially pouring your heart out to some gorgeous woman and the bartender."

Callie smiled, wrapping an arm tightly around Arizona's stomach. "Wrong on both accounts. I sat at the bar, drank until some little boy behind the bar wouldn't serve me anymore. Had a bit of an 'discussion' with him and then stumbled into a cab. Which reminds me, my ribs really hurt."

Arizona rolled her eyes heavily, settling her glass on the coffee table. "Let me see," she asked gently, her hand coming to rest on Callie's lap until she slipped her top up to expose her abdomen. "What did you do?" Arizona questioned, running her hands gently over the reddened skin covering the ribs on Callie's left side.

"I'm not one hundred percent sure…" Callie responded, with an embarrassed giggle. "I think I fell down some stairs maybe."

Shaking her head, Arizona applied some pressure and watched Callie wince. "They're just bruised, might be a nice shade of blue in a day or two though."

"Fantastic," Callie stated sarcastically, narrowing her eyes when Arizona slipped her hand away and tugged Callie's shirt back into place. "Hey, that was making me feel much better."

Arizona laughed. "I'm sure it was. But again, I need to catch up, just a little." The glass on the coffee table was tipped to her lips again, the cool liquid sliding easily down her throat. Without food in her stomach, the desired effect wouldn't take too long and she had certainly relaxed enough that she was enjoying Callie's fluid state, despite the day's events. The serious conversation would come tomorrow; the discussion and analysis. But for tonight, they were both back under the one roof and relatively intact, that was enough.

"Have I told you tonight, how attractive I find you, Arizona?" Callie asked, the words sliding from her mouth in a slow drawl. Arizona simply nodded, casting her eyes to the ceiling with a half smile. "You are…just stunning. Hot."

Arizona reached in front of her to grab the bottle by the neck and tipping, she carefully refilled her glass to the brim. The bottle was already half empty. "That's good," Arizona teased, "It's good that I still…well, turn you on."

Callie coughed lightly, eyes suddenly alight. "Oh, you do," she insisted, reaching for the bottle and tipping it to her lips. "You need to share, this is an eighty dollar bottle of vintage Semillon."

"You might find the Jim Beam in the pantry a little more your style…" Arizona said with a grin.

Callie shifted her weight and leaned into Arizona, pressing a kiss to her cheek before focussing on her earlobe. She ran her tongue down the length of her ear, stopping to sloppily suck around the small stud earring in place. Arizona closed her eyes briefly, squirming slightly at the ticklish sensation. "You so turn me on," Callie stated huskily.

Arizona relaxed back against the sofa, moving one arm to snake around Callie's shoulders. "You become so…verbal, when you're drunk," she stated softly, slowly sipping at her glass.

"Mmmm," Callie agreed, her body heavy against Arizona's. "And you usually become more adventurous, you want to try new positions and different toys. And that little secret porn collection that you exposed me to that one night at your place."

"You didn't like it?"

"Of course I did, anything with you is, just amazing."

"I seem to remember you liking it."

"Oh I liked it. A lot; I like that we have a good sex life. Because we do, I mean, it's really good. We still like each other, we still want to touch and be with each other," Callie sighed, eyes wide with memories of their hurried love making, lying on the floor in front of the television.

Arizona nodded in agreement. "Yes, we do."

Callie leaned in instantaneously to push her lips against Arizona's, urgently sucking at her lower lip and seeking her tongue. Arizona cooperated eagerly, the tips of their tongues meeting, the sensation of heat coursing through their bodies. "Do I still taste like bourbon?"

"Just a little," Arizona whispered, her hand wrapped in Callie's hair and the palms of her fingers massaging gently at the base of her skull. "But it's not so bad now," she added, continuing to quickly consume her wine.

"Good," Callie responded, sitting up suddenly and facing Arizona, who relaxed against the back of the sofa. She took Arizona's hand from her own hair and gripped it tightly, lifting it to her lips. "I want to make you feel so good and it will probably involve the use of this mouth, which means, the taste of…well, the taste of a few too many beverages." She pressed Arizona's fingers to her lips, using her tongue to swirl around the nails. "This tongue wants to taste every single part of you…" she trailed off, sucking at each finger individually.

"I'm not sure you'll get a complaint to that," Arizona stated, her eyes closing in prolonged blinks. "You do have a very skilful tongue."

Callie nodded eagerly. "It makes you feel good and when you feel good, you make these incredibly amazing noises and that, that makes me feel good."

Arizona broke their contact to lean forward, drawing the quickly emptying bottle to sit on the lounge next to her where it was easily accessible. "Tell me more of this story?" Arizona asked coyly, her pupils dilating.

"The talking when I'm drunk thing, you like it?"

Arizona nodded quickly and answered, "A lot. Yes."

Callie shuddered slightly; she was already so aroused just by the suggestive nature of their conversation. The subtle flirting was something they hadn't quite lost yet, despite being over a year into their relationship. And sometimes, the intent or the possibility was just enough to bring the heat to her lower abdomen. Callie reached across and took another long drink, direct from the bottle, only handing it back to Arizona to copy, when she received a distinct scowl. "Right, so…yes. Do you know that you have this amazing, barely there moan that you give, when we're just getting started?" Arizona shrugged innocently. "It's this sound, kind of throaty but not deep. It's very sudden and short…I take it to mean that you're wanting things to keep going. And that little, tiny noise, it makes me want to just climb on top of you. I have to stop myself from just jumping you."

"That's when you start to kiss me harder and your hands become tense," Arizona added, staring at Callie's eyes intently.

"Uh huh," Callie said, nodding. "Because otherwise, I would be on top of you," she added with a soft laugh. "There's something about hearing you moan…"

Arizona waited silently, her pulse had started to increase and the wine she had consumed so quickly had rushed to her head and slowed her senses. "And…" she prompted.

"It makes me…Arizona, the sound of your moaning, it makes me so ready for you." Callie leaned forward and crushed her lips against Arizona's, their tongues colliding with an exchange of heat and alcohol. Arizona allowed a deliberate, soft groan to escape her lips, Callie's mouth absorbing the vibrations. "Like that," Callie gasped, "it makes my breasts desperate for your touch and I'm so wet already, but that…that makes me even wetter."

Arizona moaned again, inadvertently this time. "That, you only say things like that when you're this drunk."

"And you like it?"

"Did I sound like I liked it?"

"Yes," Callie said slowly, the word drawn out. "I heard it…in your throat," she added, her lips suddenly sucking at the skin beneath Arizona's chin. "I love hearing you…" she repeated between caresses.

"Tell me some more," Arizona gasped out, slipping a hand behind Callie to stroke at the smooth skin along the waistband of her skirt.

Callie reacted quickly, drawing back and moving to slide a leg over Arizona's lap. Arizona used her hand to hold her steady, distributing her weight until she could settle comfortably and evenly in her lap, their eyes fixed on each other. "It's so hard not to rip your clothes off," Callie stated, "but I know how you like it slow and gradual. When I finally touch you, you'll be so slippery and close to coming. It amazes me that I can bring you so close, without using my tongue or fingers."

Arizona nodded, her hands under Callie's shirt and exploring the skin beneath her bra clasp before she unclipped it. "That's what you do to me," she replied honestly.

"What about when I do this?" Callie asked, her hands cupping Arizona's breasts through her shirt, using the material to create slight fiction against her bra. Arizona just nodded in response, her shoulders rolling back. "Not as good as when I touch them with my bare fingers against your skin?" she asked again, drawing Arizona's shirt above her head and slipping her fingers directly into Arizona's bra. "So hard already, does this mean you're…does this mean that if I put my hands inside your panties, they would be wet."

Arizona groaned heavily, her fingernails digging into Callie's skin before rapidly tearing her shirt and bra off. "Calliope," she whispered.

Callie moaned quickly, "God Arizona, when you say my name like that."

"Forget slow," Arizona gasped. "I just want you," she added, her mouth hungrily seeking out Callie's nipples, sucking at them ferociously.

"Really? You don't want me to taste and touch my way from here?" she asked, rolling Arizona's nipple between her thumb and finger. "To…here…" She trailed her fingers down Arizona's stomach and slipped her hand between them, pressing firmly against the crotch of her jeans.

"Mmmm, maybe a little slow then," Arizona said grinning, attempting to move her hips slightly in encouragement.

Callie continued to knead her hands through the heavy denim, the seam creating an unpredictable source of friction. "I'm all for slow and steady, but these are definitely in the way," Callie muttered, fumbling to release the jeans button, sitting low under Arizona's navel. "Maybe you could help a little…" she said, slipping heavily to the side of Arizona, giggling as she tried to tug at her jeans with one leg still draped across her lap.

"You might do the dirty talk very capably when you're drunk, but coordination is not your strong point," Arizona teased, undoing her pants and sliding them down her legs, manoeuvring her feet until they lay in a bundle under the coffee table. "Better?" she asked seductively, running her hand over Callie's leg that quickly rested back over her. Using her palm, she snaked over Callie's calf and behind her knee, travelling up the length of her thigh and under the bundled skirt to firmly press at her backside.

"Much better," Callie drooled, taking a long drink from the emptying wine bottle before holding the neck and pouring the liquid into Arizona's mouth. Turning her head, Arizona coughed and laughed, liquid dripping down her chin. "Whoops, sorry," Callie offered, immediately devouring the remnants on Arizona's skin, with thirsty lips. "God, you're sexy," she added, running her eyes the length of the blond, stopping breathlessly at her black satin panties.

Arizona responded by slipping her fingers beneath the material of Callie's underwear, working towards her heated centre. "So are you," she replied.

Gripping the back of the sofa, Callie pulled herself back over Arizona's lap, knees folded each side of her. She devoured Arizona's mouth, urgently pushing her tongue in and running it over the inside of her lower lip. Her hand pushed quickly between them, returning to her previous position, fingers sliding over the material. "Your panties are wet," she murmured, her tone low and husky. Arizona groaned into her mouth, breaking the connection to roll her head back when Callie forced two fingers through the leg of her underwear to run the length of her vulva. "You've had a new waxing?" she asked suddenly, leaning back and exploring the new territory under her fingertips. Arizona nodded wordlessly, mouth slightly ajar, having forgotten the new style she had had done, just a few days ago. "Is there any hair?" Callie gasped, licking her lips and drawing in quick breaths.

Arizona grinned, her eyes still closed. "Go up a little," she instructed, moaning as Callie's finger slid effortlessly over her clitoris.

"Oh…" Callie acknowledged, "that's so tiny. A tiny, little line."

"I was told the term is 'landing strip'."

"Whatever it's called, it's amazing." Callie slipped her finger lower, returning to make small circles around the tight bundle of nerves, earning a predictable gasp from Arizona. "Do you like that?" Callie asked, well aware of the answer.

"So so much," Arizona answered, her own fingers darting inside Callie's swollen entrance. "And you, are just as wet," she continued, forcing two fingers deep in before slowly pulling them back out and repeating the action.

"If you even think about stopping that…"

Panting, Arizona lifted her head to stare at their hands, lost inside each other. "I need you to lie down," she gasped, her fingers freezing for a few seconds as Callie flicked eagerly at her clitoris. When Callie didn't respond, she rotated her hips and pushed Callie to fall into the sofa. "You need these clothes off," she instructed, fumbling with the side zip of Callie's skirt before tearing it down her legs with her underwear. Arizona stood and discarded the clothes, drawing her own panties down her legs and kicking them across the living room before kneeling back on the seat and leaning over Callie, hands to each side of her head. "You're fucking good," Arizona cursed, sheepishly grinning at the sound of the empty wine bottle tumbling to the floor. "Lucky we finished that…" she added before using her tongue to run tight circles around Callie's nipples, nibbling at their aroused tip.

Callie forced her hips up in response, wrapping her arms around Arizona's lower back and pulling her to collapse on top of her. "Leg," she instructed, "I need your leg."

"Why?" Arizona asked seductively, continuing her assault on Callie's breasts.

"Because I need to rub against your leg, I need to feel you against mine. Feel you drip down my thigh."

"That won't be a problem," Arizona muttered, voice barely audible. She slipped a leg between Callie's, reaching and tossing a back cushion from the couch to leave them with more room to move. She rolled her hips and rubbed herself against Callie's firm muscular thigh, pressing her own leg to Callie's moistness. The movements started rhythmically but quickly escalated to a strong and rushed jerking motion. "Fuck…" Arizona articulated through a loud groan.

"I hope that's a good thing," Callie gasped. "Because I'm…" she trailed off, her pelvis twitching suddenly. "Ohhh, that would be - because I'm getting close. Closer, quickly," she muttered disjointedly.

Arizona nodded, eyes squeezed shut as she dipped her face into Callie's neck. "Me too," she purred, her breathing hot against Callie's skin. "Tell me how close you are…"

"You have no idea," Callie answered, her fingers tangling in Arizona's hair. "I can feel my legs starting to tingle and I just want you to push harder and faster."

"Yes," Arizona obliged, tensing her muscles and rocking her body into Callie's.

"Like that; just like that. Each time you roll into me, I feel like I'm going to explode." One hand ran down the length of Arizona's back, pushing to the base of her spine to feel her harder against her. "Arizona, I'm going to come so hard for you."

"Are you going to be loud, baby?"

"So loud," Callie responded, releasing a high octave cry as if in evidence of her intended climax. "And I'm going to squirt all over your leg, I'm so freakin' aroused…"

"Jesus," Arizona slurred incoherently, "I'm so close."

"Just come, Arizona," Callie instructed. "I'm with you, I can't wait." The words were rushed, expressed in a combination of quick inhaled and exhaled breaths.

"I'm almost there," she panted, her nails scaping at Callie's skin, desperate to find something to grip.

Callie suddenly arched her back, breasts pushing against Arizona as she cried out, a loud, high pitched and long moan. "Arizona!" she cried, the word echoing through the apartment and mixing with the deep groan that pulsed from Arizona's lips and into her neck. They rocked together, desperately continuing the resistance that prolonged their trembling orgasm. Arizona continued a few seconds longer, shuddering against Callie's limp body and breathlessly muttering profanities into her ear.

"So good…" Arizona eventually articulated, relaxing her body when Callie wrapped tight arms around her shoulders and back. "So good," she repeated.

"Make up sex," Callie muffled into her hair. "Now I'm never letting you go."

"Literally?" Arizona asked, feeling Callie squeeze her tightly.

"Yep, literally. But God my ribs hurt, what did you do to me?" Arizona simply rolled her eyes and relaxed, the argument dissection and debrief could definitely wait until morning.

TBC...

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