Callie woke up with a sickeningly sweet smile on her face when she eyes the sight in front of her. Her best friend and wife, looking adorably cute in sleep as Arizona leaned onto Mark's shoulder, the side of his face resting on top of her head. She didn't know if it was the morphine messing with her system or just the sight of her usually bickering favourite people together that made her want to scream out in joy.
"You guys are so cute together I want a picture damnit!" she yelled in her daze. The two jolted awake, trying to figure out what Callie was yelling about. "Calliope, you're awake" Arizona remarked as she rubbed her eyes with her knuckles. "What picture, Cal?" Mark asked, still wondering why she screamed so loud. "You guys were looking so cute sleeping over each other" she slurred, trying to bring her hands together to gesture how close, but her arms failed to co-operate and she ended up awkwardly waving her hands in front of her face.
"Does it hurt?" Arizona asked, and Callie nodded negative. Incoming trauma had caused Callie's appendectomy to be rescheduled, and she had been pumped with morphine to keep the pain at bay. But it also caused Callie to blurt out every random thought in her mind. Arizona found it endearing; very rarely was the brunette surgeon so candid and carefree- she had a badass image to maintain. Mark, on the other hand, hoped she won't blurt out any of his secrets or their highly inappropriate conversations. But what comes out of the Latina's mouth next was unexpected to say the least.
"You two would make such cute babies together!" she mused, and then went on, "Sure, they'll be very slutty babies when they grow up, but ah so cute!" she rambled on. Arizona's breath caught in her throat which launched her into a coughing fit, while Mark blushed beet red before mouthing a "WHAT?!" and patting Arizona's back to dissolve her coughing. Oblivious to their reactions, Callie went on.
"I have these dreams I don't tell Arizona about, but they always end with me waking up all sweaty and realizing that my hand's deep in my panties. Obviously I wake her up and have my way with her after that, but I never tell her why I'm so wet or what I dreamt about" she ended with a smile, before adding, "because, you know, she's a lesbian. And she would freak out."
The two of them looked at each other, their curiosity piqued. Arizona nodded to Mark while looking towards Callie, gesturing him to ask the impending question. "What do you dream about, Cal?" Mark carefully asked, hoping it doesn't end up turning into a scandal. Callie smiles wistfully before she starts to speak.
"I dream about walking into you and Arizona having sex" She says, not really comprehending that Arizona was right there. Before they could recollect themselves from the shock that the statement hit them with, Callie nonchalantly continued, "I dream that I sneak in early back from work into our apartment, and as I head in to find my wife, I see you pinning her to the hallway wall and kiss her. You pick up her hands and put them behind your neck and then you pick her up and start walking towards the bedroom as she wraps her strong legs around your waist. You then gently lay her down on the bed as she curls her fingers around the hem of your scrub top and pulls it off before trailing kisses down your sternum. You then bring your hands to the neckline of her tank top and your tear it off her in one yank. As she slides the torn top off her arms, you bend to capture one of her nipples in a hot open-mouthed kiss."
Callie pauses, and then tilts her head to a side thoughtfully as she says, "I don't know why I always imagine you in scrubs and her in night clothes." And then, with a dismissive shake of her head, she continues. "Anyways. I watch you engage her breasts with your tongue as her hand snakes down to caress that evident bulge in your scrub pants. You inhale sharply as she works the knots of your scrubs and slides her hand inside. She then places her other palm against your chest and pushes you back until you're standing and then lowers your pants before gently curling her fingers around your shaft and pumping it back and forth. God, you have no idea how much I wish I had a penis then; she looks so hot like that! Then you, Sloan, start to groan like a beast when she finally takes your length into that glorious mouth. You grip her shoulders and keep gasping for breath as she takes you deeper with every pump. Then you push her back until she hits the bed and you lean over to kiss a trail over her skin. You begin at her pulse point, trace her jaw line, go down the column of her throat to nip at her collar bone, then make your way down the valley of her breasts. You then move lower and she gasps when you poke your tongue into her bellybutton. You then pull those boy shorts down her ivory legs and then part them wide. You bite that soft skin of her inner thigh before you swipe your tongue across her bud. Her ankles lock behind your back as you make her moan in the sexiest possible voice. She then weaves her fingers through your curls and pulls you up. You rise and let her lead you to her face where you chew her bottom lip as you enter her with a single finger. You move inside her, your mouth still on hers, swallowing every moan that escapes her throat. You slip out, rubbing circles on her clit. You then align your hips with hers before entering her. Slowly. First I see you go head deep, and then pull out, only to go a bit deeper again. You keep doing this until you are completely inside her and then gently start moving in a steady rhythm. Her hips move in sync with yours and I could just come looking at her writhing underneath you like that. As you pick up your pace, her sighs become pronounced, and her nails dig deeper into your shoulder blades. You see her bite her lower lip in order to keep her moans within, so you lean in to take her lips between yours. Her fingers move to clutch at your grey curls and I watch your thumb rub lazy circles to the side of her ribs. By now, I'm completely wet, and you both look close too. Then you pull out completely, and quickly push it back in one fluid thrust, and it sends her over the edge. She looks so fucking hot like that, moaning and clawing at your biceps! As she rides it out, you're grunting and cursing in pleasure and a few strokes later, you pull out and stand up straight, and when she sits up in front of you, you spill it all over her delicious breasts. At the sight of her breasts drenched in your cum, I gasp out loud, and you guys spot me watching you… and… I wake up with my hand in my dripping underwear. I so wish I could watch you two make out, someday, but my wife hates men, and hates you in particular, and you both probably have many exes in common, so yeah, that doesn't look like a possibility."
Mark looks over at Arizona and watches her face ashen. She does such a remarkably good job at inaction that he believed she could pass off as a statue at that moment. Just as Callie leaned back into her bed, signaling the end of her storytelling, bailey strolls into the room saying "Torres, we're taking you up to surgery now." Seeing a welcome distraction, the two quickly scrambled to their feet and kiss Callie before they take her up to surgery. As they watched her being wheeled out of the room, they hear her say "Bailey don't you think my wife and Sloan would make the cutest kids?" and he sees Arizona plop back onto the couch groaning in frustration.
After a few minutes of silence, sensing a juicy chance to mess with his best friends' wife's mind, he sleazily said "Oh, what I'd do to make my best friend's dream come true!" and garnished it with a dramatic sigh, all the while preparing himself for a smack. But Arizona soberly looks at him, her eyes glinting with a tinge of… Hurt? Disappointment? Acceptance? "I should have known this day would come, right? She's not satisfied. I'm not satisfying her. That's why she's dreaming of someone else right?" she said more to herself.
Mark knew better than that. He knew how Callie bragged about the earth-shattering orgasms her wife gave her. How she said Arizona was undoubtedly her best sex ever. How she sometimes took cold showers in the attendings' lounge bathroom because she thought she was turning into a sex addict but did not want to bother Arizona at work (not that Arizona would have minded). He knew it all, and he decided to pull Arizona off her train of lesbian self-loathing.
"Robbins, hey, look at me. It hurts my ego when I say this but Callie once told me that you were way better than every person she'd ever slept with, including me. Back then before you met Cal, I'd heard the nurses gush about the hurricane the new Peds attending was in bed. I've overheard enough dermatology fellows and path people talk about your vicious tongue and skilled hands and seriously, I felt cheated that you were stealing my limelight, my reputation and my share of straight girls. And it was just a dream! Cal loves you, alright? And of all the people, you and I should be the last ones to take offense if someone fantasizes about a threesome. So stop. Stop doubting yourself if you're good enough for her. Because I've known her long enough to say I've never seen her smile wider than she does when she tells me how 'awesome' your off day together was."
His rant seems to seep into her brain because she nodded slowly, but still looked deep in thought. Mark watched her carefully as her eyebrows drew closer and lips pursed together in quiet contemplation. Then, abruptly, her stance softened, and she nodded to herself, as if she'd mentally decided something.
"Mark" she calmly said "what would you say to the idea of a threesome?" and watched a mix of surprise and shock paint his face as he heard the words he himself had often dreamt about.
