Title: Anything?
Author: Trance-Faith
Rating: T
Pairing: Callie/Arizona
Disclaimer: I do not own Grey's. All characters in this story sadly do not belong to me; they're simply being borrowed for a little while, and then will be returned. This story was not written for profit and no copyright infringements are intended.
Storyline: A little A/U. No Erica & Callie. Sometime in season 6, but there was no bathroom kiss in Joe's, so Callie and Arizona aren't seeing each other.
Author's Note: I know I have two ongoing fan fictions – this at the moment is just a one-shot. It's just stuck in my head (for some UNKNOWN reason) and I can't read the other two with this in my head! Oh! And the club they're in is just one from my imagination, and I am only having a little fun with April. Despite the start this is about Callie & Arizona!
Beta: No beta was used while I wrote this, so all spelling and grammar mistakes are my own.
Arizona's POV
This was a mistake. Why she had ever agreed to this she would never know. Okay. No, she did know. It was because of a tall brunette named Calliope Torres. Somehow she had been invited out to April Kepner's birthday night out. She didn't even really know April. She didn't really know anyone in Seattle if she was honest with herself. Sure there had been Julie, Tia, Noelle, Colleen and a couple more she couldn't definitely remember their names at the moment. Just a…few one or two night fumbles didn't count. And yet here she was, and it hadn't been the first time she had accepted an invite to a girl's night out, simple to be around Callie.
Somehow she had been invited, and just after 11pm they had moved onto their second night club and for the most part she and April seemed to be the most sober. Meredith and Cristina were considerable gone with Callie now far behind them. Within seconds of walking into this club, post getting a stamp on the back of her hand, Callie had trust some cocktail into her hand before walking off to take pictures with "the twisted sisters". This left herself and April leaning against a wall, watching the trio attempt to take decent pictures of themselves at arm's length while under the influence of alcohol. If the birthday girl standing beside her didn't look to miserable Arizona could have had much fun laughing at the drunken women, and shamelessly checking out Callie who tonight had decided to wear mid-high length, sleeveless, low cut black dress which left very little to the imagination.
The drunken trio walked back over to them, Callie reaching out for April's and Arizona's hand, clearly deciding they were to be in these photographs too. Arizona didn't need to pulled away from the wall in which they had been leaning; April on the other hand yanked her hand away. Callie and Arizona shared a quizzical look in which the brunette's eyebrow raised; consequently turned the PEDs surgeon into goo. "Come on April" Callie encouraged, as Meredith and Cristina looked over at them from a few feet away. It had been clear all night that these two had only come out to drink, which Arizona was just as guilty of though her pleasure hadn't been alcohol but a certain beautiful woman. The look on Meredith and Cristina's face only confirmed it however; Arizona certainly hoped she had been less obvious!
April just stared ahead not looking at any of other women. Another quizzical look, followed by the blonde shrugging was shared. Arizona had noticed anything happening which would cause this behaviour. It seemed that April was a depressive drunk, or perhaps there was something really wrong. Arizona moved to put a reassuring hand on the small brunette's shoulder for it to be only shrugged off and April to push passed her and disappears through the door behind the bar.
Both Arizona and Callie were stood open mouthed, in the exact same position when Meredith and Cristina both carrying new drink drifted passed them onto the dance floor. "What…just happened?" Callie said staring in disbelief at the blonde. Shaking her head equally in uncertainty and disbelief Arizona downed well over half of the drink she had been given by Callie, simply saying "I'll go and see".
The alcohol in her system gave her a pleasant buzz, and the club's loud music seemed to give her a beat to sway her hips to as she strolled the distance from Callie to the bathroom. There stood April Kepner completely on her own leaning against the sinks, head bowed. The blonde walked towards the brunette, mirroring her stance against the cold basins, and waited for the birthday girl to speak. It was after a few moments when April's laboured breathing could be heard, though luckily it would not travel any further than the empty bathroom walls. Looking down at her watch Arizona saw that it was a few minutes to midnight. A few minutes until April was another year older, and yet here she was crying in a dirty bathroom. "Other people were meant to come out tonight. Reed. Jackson. Charles. And yet here I am with people who don't even like me, just so they can get drunk", the young surgeon blurted out.
The blonde couldn't help the twist of guilt in the pit of her stomach at the implication, because it was true. Meredith, Cristina and Callie had come out simply to get drunk, and she to see the clearly VERY straight Callie Torres. Placing a hand reassuring on April shoulder, Arizona said in what she hoped was her most sincere tone, "We don't hate you. We don't know you all that well, but perhaps we can use tonight to get to know you?" The smile which the new surgeon gave was meek and nervous.
"They think I'm gay" came April's next words. Arizona knew her eyebrow had shot up. She certainly didn't get a gay vibe from the young woman standing before her. Arizona wouldn't be surprised if April was a virgin, but no, not a lesbian. "Are you?" Arizona asked quietly, seeing that the woman was clearly in distress. "No!" April all but shouted at her. "They were talking and I was trying to, you know fit in. They said something about Callie been dressed up, and I said… that she'd done it for me. Like you know for my birthday night out. Then Callie had this weird look on her face and sped up to walk with Cristina and Meredith", April seemed to say it all without taking a breath.
This didn't necessary mean they thought she was a lesbian. "When was this?" Arizona asked. "On our way over to here", sounded the short reply. The blonde couldn't remotely remember this at all, though she had been in a world of her own, just following the other women like a sheep to a club she'd never been in before.
The bathroom door opened rather forcefully, almost hitting the wall behind it. There stood a slightly swaying Callie. Her hair looked a little less perfect and slightly moister with sweat than it had at the start of the evening, and yet she still looked incredible hot. The ortho surgeon slightly stumbled her way forward, almost thrusting her cell into their faces. On the screen it said "12.00 April's Birthday". When Callie had put this date into her phone Arizona didn't know, and why was even more unclear, because as she had said to April they barely knew her.
"Why are you in here when it's your birthday?" Callie said to April, who had returned to looking at the floor once again. When it became apparently that the younger woman was not going to give an answer, Callie tried to lift her chin with her hand to at least get April to look her in the eye; and while April did raise her head, no eye contact was made. It amazed Arizona that the belief of people she didn't even know all that well, affected her this much.
"April", Callie seemingly warned. Still no reply. The painful silence was hurting Arizona's ears, as was the urge to kiss Callie who was inches away from her; and because of this Arizona chose to answer. "She expected other friends to come. She's just upset and thinks we're here just to get drunk", Arizona explained to Callie, as they both shared a knowing look. They both had their own agendas for coming out tonight, which did not include April's birthday celebrations.
"Look" Callie started before an extremely drunk Cristina walked in almost falling over. "I requested a birthday….shout out. But when he asked who for I said Cristina", the cardio surgeon said with a drunken slur, followed by an equally drunk laugh. Arizona had to admit was quite funny. "Cristina! Just get out!" Callie barked, and to the PEDs surgeon's surprised Cristina did just that.
"Look we are here. We are here trying to have a good time. You should be too. Screw your other friends. Come and have drink with me", Callie said reaching out and pulling the young woman forward away from her sink. Arizona moved out of the way to let the brunettes passed when the older one said, "Actually can you get us a drink, while I go to…" The tall woman was pointing vaguely to the toilet stalls beside them. With a smile and a nod April left the bathroom.
A slight sway of misdirection and alcohol had Callie nearly floored. With a drunken laugh as she held herself up the brunette turned saying "Come on spill what is the real reason?" Arizona was shocked to say the least, she had thought her explanation of April's mood had been believable; after all it was mostly true. A deep sigh and massage to the bridge of her nose Arizona explained about April's assumption of their belief in her sexuality. Callie's trademark eyebrow raise was followed by, "I don't even remember walking off. I mean if she is gay whatever, why would I care? I'm kinder used to women liking me. It's flattering and all, but I'm straight." Okay that hurt. Arizona even felt her stomach drop. There was her answer. For months Arizona had even tried to remind herself that she didn't date newborns, though there was that hiccup with Noelle. But not anymore. But Arizona knew that if Callie ever pushed enough she would bend that rule, and what scared her most was a part of her wanted her to. But Callie was straight, and even if the situation presented itself that Callie was drunk enough to want to sleep with her (you know if some weird backwards world) Arizona would do the right thing and stop it from happening.
Callie must have mistaken her upset look as something else because she rolled her eyes dramatically saying, "If she wants to talk about it, I will. Or I'll mention that she suit some random guy at the hospital. Make her realise that I don't think she's gay. Why would I think that? It's not the first thing you assume about someone. Right?" Nodding slightly, trying her hardest not to look upset Arizona said, "Exactly". With those words Callie turned on her heel, took a deep breath and entered the main area of the club once again.
Arizona allowed herself a few moments in the empty bathroom. She had known it was stupid for her to dream. She had heard the stories. Callie had been married to a man, and had slept with several of the male surgeons at the hospital. She was straight. Taking a deep breath she too walked back into the dark club and instantly saw Callie, Meredith and Cristina dancing, which a much happier looking April watching from the side. Ordering herself two drinks, Arizona guided herself through the crowd which had multiplied considerably in the time she'd spent in the bathroom.
Over the next few hours Arizona spent most of time stood next to April with a drink in hand. Both April and Callie it seemed had taken it upon themselves to supply her with alcohol. Not that Arizona minded she wasn't at work tomorrow or even on call. She could get drunk if she wanted. Callie also over the hours had several times attempted to get Arizona to dance with her and the others. After explaining to what seemed to be deaf ears that she couldn't dance she had resorted to glaring every time the Latina didn't come near her with a drink. She didn't dance. She couldn't dance. It became apparent that Callie Torres despite being straight was one of those girls who were comfortable with dancing extremely provocatively with other women.
Based on her refusal, and the new determination to stop dreaming about chasing after said woman, Arizona was extremely surprised when her own feet lead her towards the black clad brunette. Alcohol was definitely in control of this situation. She could feel it flowing through her veins, and feel it fogging her brain. Though she did see Callie beam her incredible smile right at her. Sure it was a little sloppy than usual, but that was possibly because the tall woman had had even more than she had.
Arizona's heart began to race the second Callie fell in step with her. The brunette was far too close to her to be socially accepted. The blonde could literally feel Callie's breath on her face, feel the heat radiating off her heated body and see directly into her eyes. Callie's moves and sways were almost frightening. Arizona had been watching Callie dancing with Meredith and Cristina and a few of the other random girls on the dance floor, and while they had been sexy and incredibly hot, nothing compared to this.
Arizona was slowly remembering why she didn't dance as the duo swayed and pretty much ground into each other in the middle of dance floor in little circles. Every so often one of them would stand on the others' foot or their noses would touch, and in Arizona drunk state she apologised each time. As their dancing which was almost like a warm up to a fight continued the music in which they were meant to be "dancing" to fade away slightly, though Callie it seemed could still hear it and so Arizona simply followed her movements.
The look in Callie's eyes was almost primal and pure. If the blonde was honest with herself it scared her just as much as it turned her on. Their lips were inches away from touching. If that. Noses touched again, and another apology was given. "Stop. Just dance" Arizona felt the other woman breath. The blonde's heart was hammering so fast and hard in her chest she was amazed she was still able to move.
Goosebumps rose all over Arizona's flesh the moment Callie hand rose to rest on Arizona's hips, effectively pulling her lower half into her own. For some reason it was then that Callie decided to start counting their steps. "1…2…1…2…twist" sounded Callie's whispered mantra, pushing the smaller woman's hips with every twist command. It seemed she was trying to teach her to dance. Every twist caused their hips and whole lower half grind together. Arizona gulped deeply, seeing over Callie's shoulder that people were clearing the dance floor. It was then she realised that what had started out as small circles had turned into much, much bigger ones. Despite the alcohol her own nerves were kicking in. "People are watching Callie", Arizona said the face inches away from her. Instead of getting an answer, the brunette all but ground her hips directionally into her own. Heat spread throughout her whole body. It took all her willpower to not roll her eyes in pleasure. She was far too drunk and far too into this to move away, and even if she wanted to Callie had her but pinned in place.
"Anything?" Callie asked softly. What? Arizona was really in a state to form thoughts at the moment, and she could still sense people's eyes on their movements. That animalist look was back in the dark eyes before her, "Do you feel anything?" Arizona was not sure how she was to respond to this. While it was presented in a question format, it was also a mix of demand and possible a request. Arizona opened her mouth to speak but she was once again drawn to the fact that Callie's lips were so close to her own. She could in fact simply move to her right and they would be kissing. Her head shook to indicate a negative answer.
To her surprise the Latina looked annoyed at this response. "Put your hands on my hips" came the command and shifting of her hands to the blonde's shoulders. Arizona did as she told, once again slightly frightful and so turned on by the aggression in Callie's voice and eyes. Once again the counting returned, though Arizona's own feet lead her way, and hips did the twist all on their own. It was at this moment that Arizona realised that Callie and she were the same height as she had chosen to wear heels while the woman pressed into her wore flats.
There were no more apologies given for trodden toes or bumped noses, through both occurred. Somewhere along the dance others had decided their dance was no longer worth their viewing and had rejoined them on the dance floor. Callie's armed had somehow slackened and now were resting on Arizona's shoulders making her body even closer than it had been before; though their faces, eyes, mouths and noses were still dangerously close. "Anything?" the usually taller woman asked again, though as Arizona made to shake her head once again, she felt the other woman's soft lips upon her own.
The world seemed to stop spinning, though in reality it was just them who had. The rest of the dance floor seemed to care less for the two women who were wrapped so tightly around each other, and who kiss was slowly becoming more heated by the second.
Callie's hands wound themselves so deeply into Arizona's hair it was almost painful. Nothing seemed to exist except the woman who was kissing her so deeply; so strongly. Arizona could vaguely feel another heartbeat beating at the same erratic pace as her own. As the women parted Arizona couldn't help but reply a laboured "Yes" to Callie's unvoiced question.