Disclaimer: Grey's clearly isn't mine. I just borrow them and return them slightly naughtied.
A/N: I wrote most of this chapter in the hospital waiting room (yes, the same hospital that Patrick Dempsey's sister works in, and no I didn't meet her. but the ju-ju was amazing!) while my dad had surgery. So I hope it's coherent, 'cause it was really frakkin' early in the morning.
Chapter Two: Mishaps and Angst
After heading back into the bar last night, Callie sat down at her table, had another beer and mulled over her options.
She could ignore the invitation. Which she should do. Or, she could take it.
The latter seemed far more intriguing.
So, despite her nerves, Callie went home early and actually managed to get a good nights sleep.
There was no tossing and turning. None of the expected nausea. No horrible nightmares about making a fool of herself in front of her date to senior prom.
She'd started the morning off with a cheery optimism that everyone, including herself, had thought disappeared the day Erica walked out of her life. It was refreshing. Waking up to the sun warming her face, sounds of birds tweeting just outside her window, and the smell of Cristina making coffee in the kitchen (the only thing she could 'cook' and not burn). For the first time in nearly a month she hadn't wanted to roll over and kick the world in it's collective junk.
She was happy.
There'd been a bounce in her step. A twinkle in her eye.
She'd even brought Mark a cup of coffee before rounds, an old tradition of sorts between the two of them. But, he seemed off somehow. Preoccupied. Nervous even. Strange but not unusual. If she hadn't been so wrapped up in relaying her most recent girl drama to him, she'd have stopped to ask what was wrong.
Or maybe, she was just reading too much into it.
So, she spent most of the day doing routine surgeries, ignoring the fact that she still hadn't figured out what she wanted to do. She was not going to freak out. She was determined.
All was quiet. Callie flew through one knee replacement, two broken legs, and three dislocated limbs set down in the ER. Her mind had been deliriously worry free as long as she stayed busy.
Until now.
"Callie, is that you?"
She froze. Halfway out of the shower in the resident's locker room, heart in her throat.
That voice. Oh, God.
She prayed for the first time in her life that she was crazy. That this wasn't happening. That she was just hearing voices inside her head, and they'd start telling her to do things; like set a fire in the Chief's office or stab an orphan.
But out of the corner of her eye, she saw a flash of blond hair and heard the suspicious sound of wheels clacking over hard tile, rolling closer. She was mortified and as an unfortunate byproduct, completely sane.
Scrambling backwards, looking for anything to cover herself up with, she slipped in a little puddle of water. Her balance lost, arms flailing, feet flying out from underneath her until she fell flat on her back.
Completely.
Naked.
Her head throbbed, elbow scraped and bleeding. And she was fairly certain that there'd be a sizable bruise on her ass in the morning. But no injury was bigger than the hit her ego had just taken.
Modesty have never been her middle name, but even she had her limits.
Callie's eyes fluttered open, immediately regretting it when she found herself staring up at a very concerned, yet amused Arizona.
The universe really had it out for her this year. What did she do to deserve this?
"That was quite the show you just put on."
She grimaced, "I can't believe that just happened..."
The woman chuckled softly, "At least it was a graceful fall."
Callie smirked despite herself, "Not helpful at all."
Arizona crouched down beside her, carefully helping Callie slide up onto a nearby bench. A small hand glided lightly against the bare skin of her lower back. An attempt at soothing her. Making her stomach flutter, pulse increase and her breath catch.
'Really?' she thought. Her body was really going to put her through this right now? Hadn't she humiliated herself enough already?
"This is so not how I imagined her seeing me naked for the first time."
There was a gasp beside her.
Shit.
Had she said that out loud?
"What exactly did you imagine, Callie?"
"I- uh..." She floundered, eyes wide, desperately searching for an answer. "I'm- I didn't mean-"
"It's okay."
What in the hell does that mean? She seriously had to get a girl-speak decoder ring.
Her brow creased, "I don't know what that means."
Arizona slid out of her seat and crouched down in front of her. Deft hands slid into her drenched hair, fingers checking the bump on the back of her head, making sure it wasn't bleeding.
Callie's body flushed, forgetting to breath. The image of this beautiful woman kneeling before her making her skin tighten, shivers running down her spine. She could feel the heat radiating off of her, seeping deep down into her bones.
"It means," the blond whispered, sliding to her knees, her front almost brushing Callie's legs, "that you weren't the only one imagining it."
If Callie weren't already blushing, the smirk on the other woman's face would have most definitely tinged her cheeks red. It was predatory yet somehow sweet at the same time. Like she knew exactly what her presence was doing to her and wouldn't stop until she got what she wanted.
Arizona shuffled forward, their gazes locked as she pressed against Callie's shins until they opened, like they had a mind of their own, and she was able to slip between them.
Her heart started beating rapidly. Lost in a trance. Scrub clad hips meeting her inner thighs. Faces inching closer. Breath just barely puffing across her cheek. Eyes already hooded slipping shut. The barest touch of lips against her own.
And then...
"Oh, god!"
She was going to kill Cristina Yang.
They sprang apart, caught red handed. Guilty looks upon their faces.
"Seriously?" she exclaimed, not bothering to cover her eyes as Callie reached for a towel, "First Hahn, and now you're doing Dr. Robbins?"
Callie's mouth fell open, that's who she is? The woman Bailey had been bitching about for days?
"I'm not doing her, Cristina. We were- I mean..."
The younger resident rolled her eyes and walked over to her own locker, grabbing her things before throwing her lab coat in and slamming the door shut.
"Whatever, just don't leave a trail of clothes leading to your bedroom while you're 'not doing her', okay? I don't need to see that." she reached the door before turning around, an ounce of humanity flitting over her features, "Don't mess this one up, Cal."
And then she was gone.
An odd silence settled over them.
"What the hell was that?"
Callie groaned, "That, was my roommate."
"Really?" she snorted.
Looking over at her for the first time since they'd been interrupted, Callie was relieved to find her not nearly as ruffled as she thought she would be. In fact, she seemed more amused than anything else.
"How'd that happen? She seems so..."
"Robotic?" Callie supplied.
"Yes, but I was going to say something more along the lines of 'bitchy'."
Callie laughed and stood gingerly, careful of her injuries as she made her way toward the clean clothes she'd stashed in her locker after her shift had ended earlier. "She is. But she's also one of the few people around here that I can stand living with. So I deal."
Arizona joined her, opening a locker a few feet away, "Yeah, I definitely understand where you're coming from. There's way too much drama here."
Grinning, Callie turned with a retort on the tip of her tongue, but stopped dead in her tracks when nothing but the bare skin of Arizona's back greeted her.
She could have been touching that. Her. Could've had her fingertips dancing across that soft, tan skin- feeling, caressing, and tasting every inch of her.
Yang must die.
"...Callie?"
Blinking heavily, she was surprised to find a now fully dressed woman standing in front of her. How long had she been staring?
"Are you alright?"
"What? Uh, yeah. I'm good." she mumbled, tightening the towel around her chest, "I was just, you know- thinking. About a patient."
Arizona's brow raised, taking a step forward, "What was this patient's name?"
Callie froze. Flustered and surprised to feel arms suddenly slide around her waist, "Uh... Albert- son. John Albertson."
That's when her back hit cold metal, lockers firmly behind her, warm warm, curvy woman in front of her.
A moan slipped from the back of her throat, "W-what are you doing?"
Arizona rubbed against her suggestively, lips and tongue flicking across her neck and up to her ear, "Why don't you let me worry about that?
Small fingers fluttered up her arms and across her shoulders, lips tracing a wet path down her neck. There was a groan against her clavicle. Her towel having slipped open between them, once again baring her to the world.
But the texture of her soft sweater against Callie's skin, sliding deliciously across her breasts and stomach, made her eyes squeeze tightly shut. Every thought, reaction and emotion in her focused right down to the way this woman was touching her.
"Not that I'm against doing this in the hospital," the blond mumbled, "but seeing as we've already been walked in on once," a kiss was pressed to her chest, "you should really" fingertips teased the underside of her breast, "put some clothes on" breath puffed teasingly over her hardened nipple, taking it between her soft lips, "so we can get out of here."
And then she was gone.
Callie groaned, 'Really?'
Her eyes opened disappointedly, though quickly pleased with herself to find that Arizona had plastered herself against the opposite wall in an effort to regain her senses. The other woman was panting and flush, her eyes glued to Callie's naked body, somehow managing to make barely contained leering the sexiest thing she'd seen in a long time.
She definitely wasn't the only one who wanted to throw caution to the wind and take the chances of being caught.
Callie groaned again. She really needed to get dressed.
TBC...