Author: A quick update! Yay! This is my second time writing this pairing, and the first time fleshing it into something more than a small drabble. I hope it goes over well.

"The morning will come
In the press of every kiss
With your head upon my chest
Where I will annoy you
With every waking breath
Until you decide to wake up." – Coheed and Cambria: Wake Up

Wake Up

Callie shifted, feeling the warmth of the sunlight as it streamed in through the glass of the window on the right side of the room. It warmed her face and arm, causing a smile to break out on her features. Erica was next to her, still sleeping peacefully. They were in the cardiothoracic surgeon's apartment. Comfortable. Small. Just for them.

"Cal?" the voice was tired and soft. She stretched before shifting closer to her girlfriend. Erica smiled a little without opening her eyes.

"Glad to see you didn't run off, then."

A chuckle vibrated through Callie's body as she gently hit Erica in the shoulder. It was ten in the morning. It was a day with no surgeries for either to attend to. Just a day with them relaxing and being with each other. The perfect day.

"So, who gets the honor of cooking this morning?" Erica was, as ever, very blunt. She did most of the cooking, actually. Callie acted as though she was considering making Erica get up, but in the end she left the bed first.

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"Damn it, Callie!"

The words were sharp. They rang out in the silence of the on call room. Callie was lying on one of the beds, half asleep. She had pulled a double shift, and now it was some time for sleep. Apparently her lover had different plans. She was slow to sit up.

"What's wrong, Eri-"

"Are you sleeping with Sloan?"

Blunt. Rude. All together, it was a very unexpected question. The puzzlement must have shown on her face for a moment because Erica paused.

"What are you talking about? I haven't since we kissed outside the hospital."

Silence. Erica wasn't sure whether or not to believe her.

"Some of the nurses said they seen you two together heading to an on-call room."

"Seriously?" Callie finally let her exhausted voice rise about its normal range. She was starting to learn that sometimes you had to fight back so you didn't lose yourself.

"Did you?"

"Erica, you know better. Why in the world would I sleep with Sloan?"

"You did before."

Just like that the argument was over. Erica was gone out the door, leaving a stunned Callie to wonder when things had started working so hard to counter act the perfect in a relationship.