SUMMARY: Continuation of "The Start Of Something Good"; Chapter 2
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Arizona Robbins was a woman of action; A real Go-Getter, who constantly thrived toward success. She had always been that way, always known exactly what she wanted out of life and had never failed to go after these things. It was no surprise to anyone, when she was named Valedictorian at University and at Medical School, or perhaps even when she was awarded the title of Chief Resident just a few short years ago. Dr. Robbins was the youngest Surgical Attending currently on staff at Seattle Grace Hospital. She was confident in her abilities as a doctor, and even more so, as a lover. She was a 'good man in a storm', both dependable and extremely supportive; an unyielding protector of those she loved. Arizona Robbins was also an incurable romantic. Therefore, it was only natural that the young Attending couldn't help but imagine a possible future, with the gorgeous woman who sat merely five inches away from her.
She had first noticed Callie about a month ago, during her first week on staff . The Orthopedic Surgeon stood at the Nurses station on the surgical floor, talking to a tall, handsome man, whom, Arizona would later find out, was Plastic Surgeon, Mark Sloan. Arizona had instantly been attracted to Dr. Torres; The long, dark tresses that framed her face, her full, sensual lips, and Callie possessed what was probably the most tantalizingly beautiful smile in the history of the world. This woman that stood in front of her was mesmerizing; supremely enchanting. But, Arizona thought, It was no use. Robbins decided right then and there, that she had to put the entire idea out of her mind; She had been called here by Chief Webber to work, to save sick children, not to oscillate around the hospital getting crushes on heterosexual, female surgeons. No. It was sensible to forget all about the word 'possibility' and move on. It was foolish and dangerous territory. Arizona knew; She had most certainly been there before and quite frankly, did not have the desire to become mixed up in a similar situation ever again. No way in hell.
But, in the days that followed, Dr. Robbins found it extremely hard to keep this mystery woman far from her thoughts. It seemed that everywhere she went, she saw Callie, and several times a day: in the elevators, lurking about the Resident's Lounge, the cafeteria, talking to Karev ,Bailey, and a number of other nameless people. And, all this time, Callie hadn't noticed her once. Arizona recalled standing in an otherwise empty elevator with the senior Resident one evening, with not a word being spoken between the two of them. Callie looked sad; her eyes were puffy and swollen, as if she had been crying for hours on end. Arizona desperately wanted to say something, anything, to help ease the pain that she could see was present on Callie's face. She knew that face, knew exactly how Callie was feeling. But, Arizona, who was never at a loss for words, stood at the back of the lift quietly and did not so much as utter a sound. As Callie exited the elevator that night, Arizona's heart sank. It was only after five lousy days of this silence, that curiosity got the best of our young Attending. She went to Bailey first, and then to her favorite scrub nurse, Ann. It was hard to get information out of Bailey, who asked a question after a former question was posed, instead of divulging any kind of reasonable answer. But the scrub nurses were a different story. After only one inquiry alone, the stories came pouring out. The nurses told her everything they knew, everything about George and Mark, and Erica. They told her things she wasn't sure she even wanted to know. As soon as there was a conveyed interest, the staff of Seattle Grace Hospital delivered. They gossiped and imparted; disclosed and declared the whole caboodle. It was only after gaining this newfound knowledge of Calliope, (particularly the bit about a certain female cardio Attending) that Arizona decided that she would make a move....(after a few drinks of course.) And… she did.
Then, the interaction began. After a moment of panic on Arizona's part, and several other incidences that hindered the beginning of their relationship, she was finally able to take Calliope out to dinner. The two women had the best time together, completely compatible and in sync. Within the two weeks that they had been dating, Arizona found Callie to be everything she was attracted to and more. This woman was incredibly funny and intelligent; a loyal and forthright person that Arizona knew she could grow to love. Furthermore, Calliope Torres was absolutely beautiful and Arizona found that she often times had to keep herself from gawking stupidly at Callie, in sheer utter bewilderment. She was in awe of this woman, but had to constantly force herself not to come on too strong. The two women had mutually agreed to take things slowly and let things happen organically. This was a vital decision, given that one of them at least, was still treading on somewhat new ground. And although Arizona found herself at times, growing slightly impatient, she would not waver from her decision and would slowly help guide this 'newborn' into the healthy, compassionate, and loving relationship she knew they both wanted.
9:31 P.M.
Hand in hand, the two beautiful surgeons left the hospital and walked the short distance to Callie's place of residence. This was the first time that Arizona would see the inside of Callie's apartment and without reserve, discovered inside herself, a familiar feeling of nervousness.
As they turned the corner, Robbins and Torres chatted quite candidly with one another. In the short time that they had known each other, there had hardly been any silences between them---Apart from the few fervent kisses the two women had shared.
Callie led the way inside, gesturing a welcoming wave toward the living room. It was a very cozy niche; At least the part of the apartment that was inhabited by Callie. Christina Yang's room (which they had passed on the way inside) looked like a Hawaii Five-O Danger Zone. But the rest of the apartment was neat and decorated quite nicely. Good taste, Arizona thought.
The two women removed their coats and laid them on the neck of the sofa in the living room, before Callie implored Arizona to have a seat and make herself comfortable.
Callie:
How about a glass of wine? I've got a nice selection of Pinot, or Chardonnay, maybe?
Arizona:
Chardonnay would be wonderful
Callie:
Coming right up.
Callie made her way to the wine cabinet and took out two, fancy wine bottles. Callie would drink red and Arizona would drink white. The former began to speak as she poured fermented liquids into separate, Waterford-crystal glasses.
You know I found a really nice Cabernet the last time I was in Miami, an exquisite, one of a kind make. So, here here's the story. I uh, I come home one night about two months ago, after a really long and exhausting day [I might add], and I come in-----only to find Meredith Grey and Yang, of course, lying on my kitchen floor completely drunk out of their minds and yodeling like idiots at the moon. They had broken into my wine cabinet and devoured the entire thing! The bottle was completely empty. A $200 bottle, just like that. Gone!
Arizona:
You're kidding!
Callie:
No! Little scamps!
Both women giggled at the thought of picturing such a scene. Arizona, then, took the glass of succulent, white wine offered to her by Callie, who had just taken a seat next to Arizona, a mere three inches away. The blonde's eyes focused on Callie, whom, after placing the wine bottles on the coffee table in front of them, took her first sip of the deep, red wine in her glass. The former, swirled the liquid around in hers, before finally indulging .As soon as the Chardonnay slid across Arizona's pallet, she threw her head back in complete happy shock and amazement.
Arizona:
Wow!
Callie showed off a dazzling smile, as she set her glass on the coffee table. She knew exactly what was going through the other woman's mind. She herself had a similar reaction upon trying the same name-brand for the first time.
Callie:
Like it, Arizona?
Arizona:
Like it? It's incredible. Probably the best tasting Chardonnay I have ever had! You certainly are something of a connoisseur, Calliope.
Callie:
I thought you might like it. We must do a wine tasting together, sometime.
After taking several more sips from her glass, Arizona answered Callie quite speedily, and with a vigorous nod of the head.
Arizona:
Oh, absolutely! You know, I've always wanted to, but I've never met a real aficionado until now.
The raven-haired beauty smiled sweetly at the beautiful woman sitting next to her. She wanted desperately to kiss Arizona at that very moment, to make her true feelings known. But, she decided against making the first move. Truth be told, she was nervous as hell. Callie noticed that Arizona had downed the last of her wine and quickly asked the blonde if she would like more. This made Arizona smile mischievously, before accepting a healthy re-fill.
Arizona:
I think you might be trying to get me drunk, Calliope
Callie:
And what good would that do, Dr. Robbins?
Arizona:
I have no idea. You're the brains of this operation
Callie:
Is that so?
Arizona nodded her head slowly and softly, before taking one final sip of the delectably devilish aphrodisiac. Callie's eyes followed the blonde's every action, as Arizona placed her glass on the table and gracefully moved her hand to rest delicately on Callie's thigh. Both women let out one last overwhelming breath, as they stared anxiously into one another's eyes, preparing to embrace the thought of what inevitably was to happen. It was Arizona who moved in first. She cupped Callie's face in her hands and pressed lips against lips; simply and slowly at first. The kiss deepened, as Callie welcomed Arizona's advances. Hands made there way into undiscovered territory, as Callie slowly lay down on the couch, with Arizona straddling her. They continued to embrace each vigorously until Arizona, realizing where this was going, frightfully pulled back. Breathless, Callie pulled her top down and began to search Arizona's eyes with concern.
Callie:
What's wrong?
Arizona:
I….I just think we're moving too fast
Callie:
What? We've done this before…
Arizona:
No, not like this we haven't. We….I…I'm just not sure you're ready
Callie:
Is this like a lesbian thing or..?
Arizona:
What?
Callie:
Is this about me being , you know…inexperienced? With women?
Arizona:
No! I mean, yes and...no.
Callie:
Well, which is it?
Arizona:
I don't know.
Callie:
Okay
Arizona:
Calliope, I--I'm trying to be….sensitive
Callie laughed. This was ridiculous.
Callie:
Sensitive?
Arizona:
Yes
Callie:
You don't have to be sensitive to me. I'm a big girl
Arizona struggled to find the exact words that she wished to use. She was caught in the midst of an inward conflict. A conglomeration of internal noise devastated Arizona's conscience. On one hand, she terribly wanted to make love to Callie, but on the other----knew that she absolutely must not. Self-control was key.
Arizona:
Callie, I don't think that we should have any ....relations, until we've gotten to know each other better; not until I have your trust.
Callie was taken aback; she literally had to stop herself from shaking her head in disbelief. She had never heard those words conveyed to her during the course of her entire sexual life. Of course she wanted to become intimate with Arizona; she was nervous, obviously; but she did want it. Eventually, Callie came to the conclusion that Arizona was probably right. Most likely, she wasn't ready.
Callie:
You're sure about this?
Arizona:
Absolutely
Arizona stroked Callie's cheek with her thumb and smiled graciously. She kissed Callie gently, one last time, before pulling apart completely. Callie was tricked into agreement. Who could refuse those impassioned, blue eyes? She just couldn't.
Callie:
You want to listen to some music?
Arizona:
I would love to
Callie:
What do you like?
Arizona gave Callie a playful grin, before answering.
You know, I forgot. I actually have my I-pod in my handbag
Callie:
And, isn't that something? I happen to have a Home Docking Station
Arizona:
Yay!
Arizona scurried over to her handbag that rested on the credenza in the foyer. She pulled out a hot pink nano and brought it over to Callie, who was eager to explore its contents.
As she flipped through Artist Names, Callie couldn't help but chuckle to herself. Arizona was incontestably amused by this, as expressed by the look on her face.
Callie:
Interesting
Arizona:
What is?
Callie:
You're musical taste. It's very eclectic, which I like. I'm the same way.
Arizona:
And?
Callie:
You are stuck in the 70s, which is actually kind of…adorable.
Arizona smiled in a magnificently alluring manner.
Arizona:
It was a romantic period
Callie hooked up the Docking station and the first song began to play. Arizona jumped up excitedly as soon as she heard the first chord being played. Callie had just downloaded this same song to her I-pod not four days ago.
"Little Pieces" Gomez
Callie:
I take it you like this song?
Arizona:
Oh my God, I love this song!
Callie:
You wanna dance?
Arizona:
Do I!
Arizona accepted the hand offered to her by Callie and the two of them began to dance their socks off. Just before the chorus began, the two of them stopped dead in their tracks. And when it began, boy did they shake the paint off the walls.
Taken directly from 5x19:
Arizona:
Oh, wait!
Callie:
And, here it comes!
pieces falling from me
you can have them for free
now it felt so complete
pieces falling from me