Though I only have like 3 readers they seem to want me to post the next bit. Again, it's not that long, what can I say, I'm a total tease ;)
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Callie Torres, Arizona thought to herself as she watched Callie's retreating figure, or rather, her retreating ass, nice. A smile curled the corners of her mouth, she couldn't help it, the woman was beautiful. She was sure she had picked up on some flirting, even seen her glance down at her cleavage.
'No.' she said aloud, though she had meant it only to be in her head. 'Not again, I can't fall for a colleague AGAIN.' This was always Arizona's problem, she took things personal, wore her heart on her sleeve. At her last school it was the headmistress, there was just something about her, she couldn't resist. There was flirting, there was kissing, there was even a date. Then came a letter, she had been fired for 'inappropriate contact with a fellow faculty member'. It made Arizona fume just thinking about it, though they had both been reported, she was the one fired. So no, that couldn't happen again here. She took a steadying sigh, hitched up her handbag and headed towards the school, trying hard not to think about the sexy brunette who was already inside.
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Room 220...220...220. Where the hell was 220? She'd walked past 219 AND 221 but had not seen a 220.
'Is it fucking invisible!' she exclaimed throwing her hands up in frustration.
'I don't think swearing is aloud on school campus' teased a voice from behind her. Callie turned to find a woman with short red hair, she recognised her instantly. Addison Montgomery.
'Addy!' she gave the woman a tight hug. 'Thank God! I am so lost. Where is room 220?'
Addison tapped her on the shoulder and pointed behind her.
'It's right there' Callie turned to see she had been standing with her back to the exact room she'd been looking for. For the second time that morning, she turned bright red.
'Oh.' She laughed, kicking herself for being so stupid.
'Yeah, one side's odd, one side's even. You'll get used to it. We've got a bit of time before you need to be in there, do you want to meet your neighbours?' she indicated the doors either side of 220.
'Okay, why not' she let Addison lead her through the door on the right.
'Morning Miss Grey, I'd like to introduce Callie Torres, she's the new teacher next door, Callie this is Meredith Grey, she teaches history, like you.' After they had been introduced and made a bit of polite conversation, Addison led Callie out and towards the other classroom on the left. The door read 'Welcome to Geography – Miss Robbins'. Robbins...not Arizona. Oh God.
'No Addy! Don't...' Too late. She had already opened the door, shooting a confused glance back at Callie.
'Callie, may I introduce Arizona Robbins, Arizona, this is Callie...' She was interrupted by Arizona.
'Yeah I know we met this morning, hey Callie' she flashed her another smile, making Callie's stomach flip. She looked down nervously, damn it, why was this happening? Arizona was staring at her.
'Oh,' said Addison slightly confused. 'Well...since you know each other already, I'll leave you here, I need to get going. Callie will be in the room next to you.'
'Lucky me.' Replied Arizona, flashing a cheeky smile, never taking her eyes from Callie. After another angry glare from Callie, Addison left, shutting the door behind her. 'So...' It was clear she couldn't think of anything to say.
'So...'
'So...' Arizona repeated giggling slightly. This could go on forever.
'So...what time...do the kids come in?' It was the best she could come up with.
'Oh urm, usually around 8:15, registration's at 8:30' They both glanced at the clock. 8:14.
'I guess I should be going then...don't want to be late' God this was awkward.
'Yeah...of course' She still hadn't moved her eyes from Callie's. It was making her feel uncomfortable.
'Maybe I'll...see you later.' She made her way towards the door. 'It was nice meeting you..again' With that she left, feeling happy to be out of there.
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Arizona exhaled slowly. She hadn't realised she'd been holding her breath. Trying to concentrate with that woman in the room had been near impossible. Could someone be anymore gorgeous? Those deep chocolate eyes, that amazing smile, how her tightly curled, dark hair danced around her face when she spoke. Her whole body tingled. She had to steady herself against the desk as she thought about Callie. It was something she had never felt before, a staggering lust for someone so strong she physically felt it. The noise of her door opening distracted her. Callie? Her heart skipped a beat, a lump formed in her throat. Laughing met her ears. It wasn't Callie, it was some of her students. She straitened up, unable to hide her disappointment.
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The day had passed in a blur, before she knew it, Callie was home. A beautiful smell met her nostrils as she entered the apartment.
'Is that you?' It was George, he was in the kitchen.
'No it's a burglar, I'll just take your stuff and be on my way' She joked playfully. 'What's that smell?'
'That,' said George appearing from the kitchen with a dish. 'Would be dinner' He gave her a quick kiss as he headed towards the table.
'Ohhhh...' Sighed Callie as she followed. The table looked lovely. Two candles had been placed on it, petals strewn around them. George placed the dish in the middle and removed the lid.
'Voila!' He exclaimed as he revealed a large leg of roast lamb. Dishes around it were filled with all kinds of vegetables and trimmings.
'George' cooed Callie, bringing him into a tight embrace and kissing him on the forehead. 'You shouldn't have. This is...amazing. Thank you.' She gave him another kiss and looked again at the table. He was always surprising her like this.
'Me lady' He said in a posh accent as he pulled out her chair.
'Why thank you' she replied, taking the offered seat. They both laughed. 'After me cruelly denying you this morning and this gorgeous feast, you will DEFINITELY be getting some love later.' She winked at him and they began to eat.
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The ceiling. Callie had never really thought about it before. Of course she knew it had always been there but she'd never thought about her ceiling. But now, lying in bed staring up at it she realised just how dull her ceiling was. It was just white. She considered painting it a different colour. Red? Not like a bright blood red, but like a deep velvety one. What about blue? Like sky blue. Purple maybe? She let out a sigh. The reason for this boring train of thoughts was that it was easier to think about ceilings then what was really on her mind. Arizona. She turned to her right to look at the face of her sleeping husband. A fresh wave of guilt washed over her. The entire time, she thought, the entire time she was having sex with her husband she couldn't get the image of Arizona Robbins out her mind. She felt like she had been cheating. Did she want to have sex with her instead of her husband? Did she like Arizona? No. She didn't. She couldn't. She was strait. She was married. She was a strait, married woman. So what was going on?