A/N- This started out as a fic that I wrote for Guiding Light characters and I could not find the inspiration to finish it. I changed the characters and some of the plot and was finally able to keep going with this.
Please review and let me know your thoughts on this! Oh, and I own nothing. This is all for fun.
Callie had just finished applying a thin coat of her favourite mint-flavoured lip gloss when a loud knock on her door startled her. She checked herself out in the mirror one last time, made certain she was satisfied, and then moved towards the entrance to her loft. Reaching for the handle she swung the door open, "How did you get in here? I didn't even..."
"I flirted with your neighbour," Arizona smirked.
"Of course you did. Come in," Callie said, stepping back slightly and motioning for the blonde to enter the loft. Arizona brushed past the designer, feeling her pulse quicken as she allowed her body to lightly brush against the other woman's.
"I brought wine," Arizona said, extending the bottle to Callie. "I figured it was the least that I could do after I made you spill your drink at the restaurant yesterday."
"Don't flatter yourself. That had nothing to do with you, and everything to do with the condensation on the glass. It was slippery. I simply lost my grip," Callie responded playfully.
"Uh huh," Arizona began, with a roll of her eyes. She walked further into the very spacious living room. "Wow, this is nice. It's very big for just one person. You do... uh...live here all alone, right?"
"Would it bother you if I didn't?"
"Not at all. I just don't think that my stomach could handle meeting another one of your boy-band-wannabe-lovers. I have a very sensitive gag reflex." Arizona smiled sweetly, her dimples popping. "So, what's for dinner, hot stuff?"
"Well, since you have forbid me from cooking your options are Chinese, Thai, or Mexican," Callie replied, passing a small array of take out menus to the younger woman.
"Can't we just order a pizza and call it a day?"
"You don't exactly strike me as an... eat with your fingers kind of girl," Callie teased, carrying the bottle of wine into the kitchen. "Wine?" She called out.
"Sure, wine would be great," Arizona said, taking a seat in the middle of Callie's couch.
Callie returned with two glasses and set one down on the table directly in front of Arizona before sitting down next to the other woman. "Pizza?"
"Pizza," Arizona agreed.
"What..." They began in unison. "Hawaiian," the women finished together, before collectively bursting into a fit of laughter. Callie reached to her side table and picked up her cell phone. She dialled the number to the closest pizzeria and placed an order before hanging up and turning her attention back to Arizona. "So, tell me all about Arizona Robbins. I want to know all of your dirty little secrets!"
"And why exactly would I share any of my secrets with you?"
"Humour me, would you? Otherwise, it's going to be a long, painful evening" Callie arched a brow.
"Only if you're into that sort of thing, sweetheart. What is it that you want to know about me?" Arizona sighed. "My sign?"
"I already know that you're a fire sign…that narrows the choices down some. But we can save the details of your astrological chart for another time. When you're not photographing puppies in Central Park, what is it that you do? I mean for fun..." Callie trailed off, bringing the glass of wine to her lips in an attempt to hide her genuine interest in the other woman's life.
"I turn tricks in Times Square," Arizona responded enthusiastically.
Callie's throat constricted as the need to laugh consumed her. The red liquid that filled her mouth spewed forward and sprayed onto Arizona's white blouse. The younger woman gasped.
"Oh my God, I am so sorry," Callie blurted out. "I just..." Callie could not contain her laughter any longer. A loud cackle burst from her lips and it took only seconds for Arizona to join her. Arizona pulled the damp shirt away from her body in an attempt to keep the cold wetness from sticking to her chest.
"Arizona, I really am sorry. That cannot be comfortable—I managed to cover you in wine. Follow me, I'll find you something else to wear," Callie said, standing to walk towards her bedroom. Arizona jumped up off the couch quickly and followed closely behind. Callie rummaged through her closet, pulling out her favourite Led Zeppelin t-shirt and tossing it to the younger woman. "This should fit," Callie said smiling as Arizona held the shirt up against her body.
Arizona placed the garment on the bed before reaching up to undo the top button of her satin blouse. She could feel the intensity of Callie's gaze threatening to unravel her. Her eyes darted from Callie's to her usually nimble fingers as she daringly popped another button open. Arizona could hear the soft hitch of the other woman's breath and she knew that she was playing with fire. She slowly traced a small circle with her index finger around the small button positioned between her breasts—the one object that fastened the thin material together and stood between Callie's chocolate eyes and the red lace fabric beneath the white satin.
Arizona knew that she would have to be the one to end this game of visual chicken, but she was having too much fun torturing the other woman. She flicked the tiny button through its corresponding hole and watched as Callie licked her lips in anticipation. Arizona allowed the brunette to enjoy the view for a few seconds before quickly bringing both sides of the open blouse together. "If you keep gawking at me like that I am going to have no choice but to charge you for the show."
"And if you keep teasing me like that I am going to have no choice but to think that you're easy," Callie strode passed Arizona with a devilish glint in her eyes.
Arizona pulled the shirt over her head and chased Callie into the living area. "Easy? I am sooo not easy!"
"Could have fooled me," Callie quickly retorted, taking a step towards the flustered blonde.
"I'm not," Arizona reiterated, firmly.
"So, do you strip for random women fairly often then?"
"Well, you're not really an ordinary random woman...you're a random woman who can't seem to help but spill or spew liquor whenever you're around me. And don't act like you didn't enjoy the show," Arizona said, stepping forward.
"Oh, I definitely enjoyed the show," Callie moved even closer, leaving only a few inches between herself and Arizona. "But you didn't answer my question." She leaned in close to whisper, "Do. You. Strip. For. Women. Often?" She punctuated each word huskily, before dipping her head slightly and darting her tongue out to taste the sensitive skin of the younger woman's neck. She licked a long, languid path back up to Arizona's ear. The older woman gently bit the delicate flesh, "Mmmm," she purred, her mouth curling into a mischievous smirk when an audible moan fell from Arizona's lips. Callie pulled back and sat down on the couch. She picked up the remote and turned on the television. "I hope you don't mind Project Runway. I am mildly addicted to this show," Callie said, looking over to the blonde who was still standing where she had left her.
Arizona's mouth fell open and she closed it quickly, not trusting her voice just yet. She glared at the other woman for several seconds before shouting, "WHAT WAS THAT?"
"What was what?" Callie feigned innocence.
"Don't play dumb. You know exactly what I am talking about."
"No, I don't know exactly what you're talking about. Are referring to my actions or your body's reaction to said actions? Although they do go hand in hand, they are two very different issues." Callie stood, and crossed the room to stand in front of the other woman. "Which one is it, Arizona?" Callie asked, trailing her fingertips down the blonde's arms. "Because I would definitely be open to exploring the latter more thoroughly." She slid her palms up smooth arms, lightly grazing the side of Arizona's breasts with the back of her hands as she loosely draped her arms around the younger woman's neck.
Arizona hooked her index fingers through Callie's belt loops and pulled the older woman's body to her own. She reached one hand around and grabbed Callie's firm ass, using her tight grip to crush their hips together. Callie released a groan, her hands desperately seeking out more contact with the blonde's sinfully delicious body. Arizona tilted her head and slowly inched forward as she watched the other woman's mesmerizing brown eyes flutter closed. Callie's lips parted instinctively, expectantly, as she anticipated the warmth of the other Arizona's lips against her own.
BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ... Arizona pulled back to rest her chin on the designer's shoulder. "Finally... I'm famished," Arizona breathed into the other woman's ear, before sauntering towards the entrance of the loft to greet the pizza deliveryman.
Arizona returned several minutes later with the pizza to find Callie still standing in the middle of the living room. "Where do you keep your napkins?" She asked sweetly, placing the pizza box down on the table and walking towards the kitchen. When the older woman didn't answer, Arizona poked her head out of the room and called out, "Calliope? Napkins!"
Callie's lips were slightly parted and her already dark eyes had darkened considerably. Upon Arizona's disappearance back into the kitchen, she dropped her head and pinched the bridge of her nose. "They're..."
"Never mind. I found them," Arizona interrupted, waving them in the air as she brushed by Callie and took her seat on the couch. "So, I was thinking after dinner we could start the shoot. I am very excited to see your new line."
"Are you fucking kidding me, Arizona? Are we really going to sit here and pretend like what happened didn't just happen?"
"Nothing happened, Callie. We were fucking with each other and we took it too far. It's not that big of a deal. Now stop over-analyzing everything and come eat—pizza that is," Arizona said with a devilish glint in her eyes.
"Fucking tease," Callie muttered under her breath as she joined the blonde on the couch.
"What was that?" Arizona smirked. "Did you say something?"
"I said, pass me the remote please!"
"I thought that's what I heard. So, tell me more about the famous, yet elusive, Callie Torres," Arizona said, lifting the pizza to her lips.
"There's nothing that I could tell you that you haven't already read in a newspaper or seen in a tabloid magazine. I work hard and I play harder," Callie responded truthfully.
"So, it's safe to assume that everything I have read is true then?"
"Definitely," Callie winked playfully.
"All of it?"
"Uh huh," Callie confirmed, taking an exaggerated bite of her pizza.
"I see." Arizona rested her head against the back of the couch, processing the information that she had just received.
"It's just sex, Arizona... with a man... a woman... a fuck is just a fuck. You mean to tell me that you have never been with a woman?" Callie asked, surprised.
"Not that I have any interest in giving you any insight into my sex life, but I do have some knowledge when it comes to..." Arizona began.
"I'm not talking about what you learned in high school sex ed classes, Robbins," Callie teased. "I mean hands on experience," she emphasized by lifting her hands up in front of her.
"I know exactly what you were referring to, Calliope. And for your information, I experimented a little bit in college, I uhh, just never completely... you know," the blonde stuttered, somewhat embarrassed.
"Really? Wow. Your little display back there definitely suggested otherwise," Callie joked.
"Well, what can I say? You bring out the nasty in me," Arizona deadpanned, regaining her composure.