Okay, so my first Calzona fic, I hope you like it, just a short chapter first to see if you want more
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Calliope Torres had always considered herself a happily married, strait woman. Her and her husband, George O'Malley, had been high school sweet hearts. Together since they were 16, married at 18. Seventeen years later, to everyone else, it seemed they had the perfect marriage. That was, until Callie started work at Seattle Grace Secondary School and until she met Arizona Robbins.
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'Give it back!' Callie giggled while chasing George, who had stolen the sweater she was planning to wear that day.
'Tell me you love me first' teased George. He stood on the opposite side of the bed to her, holding it tauntingly out just beyond her reach.
'I love you. Now give me the damn sweater!' She lunged across the bed at her, grabbed the sweater and held it triumphantly above her head as she rolled back onto the bed. George climbed on top of her and kissed her roughly on the lips.
'I love you too,' he whispered. 'Do you want me to show you how much?' He began kissing her more passionately but she pushed him off.
'No, no love for you because you stole my sweater. So, thanks to you I'll already be late for my first day of work.' She sighed, pushed herself off the bed and pulled on her sweater. 'How do I look?'
'You look...amazing, everyone will love you,' as he spoke, he got up and stood in front of her. 'Really amazing,' he tried kissing her again but she pulled away and headed toward the door.
'Like I said, no love for you. I'll see you tonight. Wish me luck!' She blew him a kiss as she left.
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Callie pulled her car into the car park of the school and stared up at the building looming over her. She let out a sigh, turned off the ignition and searched for her paperwork.
'Perfect,' she said as the contents of her purse spilled onto the pavement when she tried to climb out the car.
'Oh here, I'll help you.' Callie looked up to see a blonde woman smiling warmly down at her.
'Urrmm...thanks' They both fumbled on the floor to pick everything up. The woman picked up the paperwork on the car seat as they straitened up.
'You're the new history teacher right? I'm Geography, we're humanities buddies! Yay!' she giggled nervously. It made Callie smile, she was adorable. 'I forgot to say, I'm Arizona by the way, Arizona Robbins'.
'Oh I'm Callie...Torres. I teach history.'
'I know, I saw the papers' She laughed again, Callie turned red.
'Yeah, of course.' Why did this woman make her feel so nervous, she wondered. Her eyes roamed over Arizona. Her nose crinkled as she smiled and she had the cutest dimples. It was a bright day, making her flowing hair gleam like it was alight. She had a fantastic body, toned, she must work out, Callie mused to herself. And her breasts...no, why was she thinking that? Why was she looking? Oh God. Arizona had seen her eyes lingering there. This was even more embarrassing then the history thing. Was she imagining it or was Arizona smiling at her, like she wanted her to look? Even if she was it didn't make it any less embarrassing.
'Well it was nice to...um...meet you...Arizona' She walked off briskly so as not to give her a chance to reply.
'Wait! You forgot this' Callie stopped and turned round. Arizona was holding her papers. Shit, she thought as she walked back towards her, so much for my get-away. Arizona's hand brushed across Callie's as she took them, she felt a jolt of electricity where the touched. They paused for a moment, looked up and caught each other's eyes. Callie noticed her eyes were shockingly blue, she found it hard to breath for a second.
'Bye.' She said as she walked as quickly as possible into the school without looking like she was running.
