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Joe's was crowded when Teddy and Arizona joined the rest of the hospital staff for the Friday night exodus to their favorite bar. "I'll get drinks, you get a table," Arizona said, pushing her way through the mass to the bar to order.
Focusing on not spilling their drinks while she picked her way through the crowd, Arizona found Teddy squeezed in at the edge of a booth bench with Alex and Meredith's sister Lexie, Cristina and Meredith on the other side.
"Where's your girlfriend tonight?" Cristina leaned forward to ask her as she and Meredith willingly squeezed together to give Arizona room to join them on the bench.
"She's not my girlfriend," Arizona corrected her reluctantly. She'd love to be Callie's girlfriend, but they hadn't talked about it, had only been going out for a few weeks. But it wasn't as if they were seeing other people.
"Whatever, Roller-girl," Cristina scoffed. "You're all over each other! She's totally your girlfriend!"
"Shut it, Yang," ordered the Peds surgeon, rolling her eyes and taking a sip of her drink.
Teddy glanced at something behind Arizona and smirked suddenly. "Well, if you don't want her to be your girlfriend, I'm sure she could be someone else's girlfriend…"
Arizona shot a blue-eyed glare at her best friend, Alex laughing into his beer. "I didn't say I don't want to be her girlfriend! We just haven't talked about it. It's still early…"
"You might not want to take too long to have that talk," Karev commented, pointing with the neck of his bottle to something behind her, smirking. Teddy glanced sideways at Alex and let her smirk grow as the three women on the other side of the booth twisted in their seats to look.
In the midst of the crowd, no matter that there was no dance floor, Callie Torres was dancing with a rotation of her seemingly endless supply of willing partners, men coming out of the woodwork to dance with the gorgeous Latina. Her body moved in liquid, flowing motions that were completely instinctual and effortless. She was sex on legs and Arizona could feel her mouth go dry as she caught sight of her.
"Damn," Meredith whispered, eyes wide. "She's hot." Tearing her eyes off the enrapturing sight, Arizona glared sideways at her. "I mean, like, almost dirty hot," the resident clarified. "Seriously, you're freaking lucky, Arizona."
Turning her eyes back to the gorgeous spectacle of Callie dancing, Arizona had to agree. She was damn lucky. This woman, this gorgeous goddess, could have anyone she wanted, could have any man in this bar, but she wanted her.
"Are you seriously going to just sit here and just watch her?" Alex asked incredulously, draining his beer. "Because if you're not going to dance with that, I will." He made to push Teddy out of the booth so he could get up.
Arizona kicked him sharply under the table, just glaring when he recoiled his leg and cursed through clenched teeth. "Shut it, Karev," she growled.
"You're doing a lot of telling people to shut it tonight," Teddy observed, smirking. "And not much dancing with your woman."
Grumbling, Arizona rolled her eyes. "She is not my woman. I mean, I wish…"
Cristina groaned impatiently and promptly shoved her right out of the booth, the blonde crashing hard to the peanut littered floor. "Suck it up and dance with her!" she ordered, scooting out so Arizona couldn't retake her seat.
Looking up, Arizona saw that her fall had disrupted Callie's dancing, the brunette watching her with a smile on her lips. "I hate you," she growled at her friends in the booth, all of them laughing. Brushing both hands over her jeans, Arizona stood up, smiling shyly as she approached Callie, the Latina having resumed her moving to the music. "Hey," she offered sheepishly
Rather than answer her, Callie reached for her, pulling her in. Her body was the perfect contrast of soft and strong and Arizona let herself be moved. Callie pressed herself against the blonde, hands on Arizona's hips to guide her into the dance. After a moment, Callie smiled, pleased. "You're good," she murmured approvingly. Arizona promptly stepped on her foot and blushed brightly. "No, it's okay," Callie coaxed, not letting her pull away. "Don't worry about your feet. Look at me."
Callie coached her through a spin, catching the blonde with her back against her front. Warm lips kissed the side of Arizona's neck lightly, hands at her waist to guide her into a playful shimmy. "I didn't know you were going to be here tonight," Arizona gasped, her eyes fighting to stay open. Contact between them was hot, electric. And the fact that they were in public was making her crazy when all she wanted to do was turn around and do things that would certainly get them kicked out of the bar, if not arrested outright.
"Surprise," Callie murmured into her ear, smiling against her skin.
"How long have you been here?"
Spinning her again, they returned to face to face, Callie smiling warmly at her. "Just a little bit. Do you want to get out of here?"
"If you want to keep dancing…"
Callie nodded, lowering them at a slow, side to side pace, one of her knees slipping in between Arizona's legs and making her blue eyes roll back in her head. "As a matter of fact, I would like to keep dancing." She snuck a kiss to Arizona's lips. "With you. Privately."
Blue eyes widened slightly in understanding and more than a little bit of desire. "Well," she said, swallowing, "I'd be happy to walk you home," she proposed, breathing shakily. Callie knew exactly how to push her buttons. She didn't even have to try.
Callie smirked triumphantly, lacing their fingers and leading Arizona back past their friends' table, none of them bothering to hide their knowing looks. Arizona plucked up her glass and finished it in two long swallows. "Later," Callie said, ignoring their smiles and steering Arizona toward the door as the blonde put her empty glass back down on the table.
The air was damp, close to rain, as they reached the top of the stairs to street level, Callie holding Arizona's hand at her side while they walked, exchanging almost shy glances now that they were out of the heated, close air of the bar and into the warm, fresh air of the Seattle night. Arizona's breath came more steadily and Callie smugly smiled. "You okay?" she checked considerately.
Arizona just squeezed her hand, shooting a look sideways at her. "You know just how hot you are, Calliope Torres. Don't even fake like you don't."
"I like that I turn you on," Callie said, her own sideways glance catching Arizona's eye. "Because you are sexy as hell, so fair is fair."
A dimpled smirk was her reward, Arizona swinging their hands in between them. "So, do you dance it out at Joe's after work often?" she asked without thought. Of course, she wanted to know if the moves she'd seen tonight were a common occurrence and she'd somehow been missing out.
"Dance it out?" Amused, Callie sent her a crooked smirk. God, she was beautiful.
"That's what Cristina calls it." Blue eyes rolled as Arizona pictured her former roommates dancing wildly in their living room with a bottle of tequila and loud music. "She and Meredith do it as stress relief. Just turn up the music and pull out the tequila and jump around."
Callie smirked. "Dance it out… I like that," she declared. She could easily picture Arizona doing just that, blonde curls bouncing as she moved, legs that drove her crazy, everything about her that drove her crazy, really. "So, will you dance it out with me upstairs?" Callie requested as they crossed the street to her building.
"Definitely, if you dance like you did at Joe's. Because that was… something else." There were no words in her brain at the moment to describe how enrapturing she found Callie Torres. She wondered if Callie could see it in her eyes how she affected her. Because there was no denying that she did.
"That's the only way I dance, baby," Callie promised lightly, one eyebrow arching as they entered the elevator. Arizona's wanting groan came from her chest and she didn't hesitate to wind her hands in dark hair, kissing Callie firmly, tongue slipping between full lips. The brunette curled both arms around her waist as she sucked on the new arrival, taking a quick step forward to press Arizona against the wall of the elevator.
The door chime didn't prompt anything but a change in angle, Callie guiding them blindly backwards and out of the elevator in the direction of her apartment without giving up kissing Arizona. Planting her against the wall next the door, they separated to catch their breath, Arizona eagerly digging the keys out of Callie's tight front pocket.
"Arizona…" the Latina growled warningly. Hands in her pants, even in the context of getting her keys out of her pocket, was too much right now. She fully intended to take the blonde to bed tonight, but she was enjoying the flirty fun of dancing. They had all night to get each other's pants off. "Behave yourself."
Blue eyes, darkened with want, just sparkled wickedly at her. "I don't think you really want that, Calliope."
She snuck another brief kiss, almost chaste. "I really don't." Dimples popped in victory. "But I would really love to dance it out with you."
The smile didn't falter, just softened. "Of course we're going to dance. We might be dancing every day from now on now that I know how utterly gorgeous you look moving like that." She winked playfully and Callie raised an eyebrow at her. "And you're gorgeous when you're not dancing, but…"
Callie got her door opened and stepped back to free Arizona from the wall, letting her into the apartment. "I'll take it as a complement?"
"You definitely should, Calliope," Arizona said, passing her with a proud smile and going straight to the stereo. Kicking her shoes off, she clicked through a few songs as Callie moved her coffee table, giving them more room to move and less chance that either one of them would end up back at the hospital tonight. They might be falling down later, but it wasn't going to be because they tripped over some stupid table.
Catching the beat, Arizona jumped to the music, a happy grin on her face. "Calliope!" she called, waving her forward. "Dance it out!"
Matching her grin, Callie obeyed, bobbing to the music. They danced around each other, reacting to the moves of the other but only touching lightly to ensure that there were no collisions. Arizona was a treat to watch while she danced - playful, and carefree, and as unselfconscious as she was when she did anything else while she moved to the music, never losing her grin. Callie could only hope that watching her dance was half as good for Arizona as watching Arizona was for her. She could definitely watch this every day and not mind it at all.
They'd danced through more than a half dozen songs before Arizona flopped back onto the couch to catch her breath, smiling peacefully up at Callie as she made herself comfortable. Callie could feel the eyes tracking her but it didn't make her self-conscious, just comfortable and warm. She found Arizona's gaze. Very warm. She felt very warm.
"You know, I could use a drink," Callie commented, her voice unintentionally hoarse with arousal. Tearing her eyes off the vision of a breathless Arizona Robbins on her sofa, she forced herself to look away. Her first instinct was to do something to make her even more breathless. So she turned her back and went quickly to the kitchen for water. "Wine?"
Arizona's voice was husky behind her and a shiver went down her spine. "Water's fine, Calliope." The tone of her voice made it clear that she knew her affect on the other woman. Callie was concentrating on the glasses of water so hard that she didn't hear Arizona rise from the couch, jumping when arms slid around her. "It's just me," she whispered, leaning her head against the back of Callie's shoulder.
"I'm glad it's you." Callie carefully held the glass of water up for Arizona to take.
Swallowing a sip, Arizona leaned against the brunette's back, pressing her against the counter. "So you've had lots of other people over here?" They hadn't discussed exclusivity, but she couldn't help herself asking.
Brown eyes rolled. "Don't be ridiculous." She was glad it was Arizona hugging her in her kitchen because she wanted it to be Arizona in her kitchen. But they hadn't talked about it. They were still just casual. She was really starting to hate that word though, hate the feeling that Arizona could being going out with someone else on nights she wasn't with her. Of course, Arizona had given her no indication that she had any desire to go out with anyone else, but she couldn't help wondering if she would. Because clearly there would be women lining up to date Arizona Robbins.
Hearing her answer, Arizona couldn't help a breath of relief. Anyone else sniffing around Calliope would make her crazy. But there would be people eager to take her place, she knew.
Instead of talking about it though, Callie just turned as she finished her water, cupping the blonde's face with both hands and kissing her slowly, the passionate heat that had been simmering between them all night building back up in the space of a few heartbeats. That's how it always was between them - the shocking heat, the feeling, was always just beneath the surface. It was like no other relationship she'd ever been in.
Arizona's glass almost promptly fell over as she unsteadily put it down blindly on the counter. Thankfully, it was empty and didn't make a mess. Strong Ortho hands slid over her sides, teasing the swell of her breasts and her sides, all the way down to her hips, gripping the back of her thighs to haul the blonde's body tight against her own.
"Calliope," Arizona ground out, fingers bunching in soft, dark hair. "I've been going crazy for you since I first saw you tonight!" She leaned in to nip sharply at her neck. "Take me to bed, already!" She squealed when strong arms hoisted her off the ground and carried her obligingly toward the bedroom.
Dropping her to the bed, Callie grinned as her blonde lover bounced against the mattress. Arizona immediately sat up to push the standing Callie's shirt up her body, dragging warm, wet kisses across her skin. "Off," she demanded between sucking kisses when she couldn't reach high enough to strip if off herself without standing up. She wanted to stay exactly where she was, worshiping the softest skin she'd ever touched.
Callie obeyed and did her one better, removing her bra at the same time. Arizona leaned back to get a better view. "You are so fucking hot," she moaned appreciatively, hand shifting to the waist of her pants. She needed her naked now. And inside her.
Tan hands stripped the blonde's shirt over her head before moving to squeeze and roll her breasts. "Arizona…" she gasped, needy.
Arizona groaned out her agreement, "Naked." Callie's jeans fell past her knees and Arizona yanked her panties down to follow them to the ground, the brunette stepping clear of her clothes willingly.
"Now you," Callie pleaded, glad when Arizona undid her own pants and lifted her hips to shove them off to join her own scattered mess of clothing. She disposed of the remaining bra herself, tossing it uncaringly over her shoulder.
Catching the back of her neck, Arizona hauled her into a deep, wild kiss. Callie's hands on her hips lifted her suddenly and shifted her backward into the middle of the bed, taking immediate advantage of the added space and stretching her body out on top of her prone lover. Not in the mood for teasing after their night of dancing, Callie's fingers went straight for Arizona's clit. Even she was surprised by the wetness she found waiting on her. "Holy shit," she gasped into the kiss, tearing her mouth away to speak and breathing hard.
"I've been like that since the bar. You're sexy when you dance," Arizona explained through breathless panting, her body arching into the electric contact of Callie's fingers almost where she needed them to be. "Please," she desperately pleaded. "In, please, I need…" Callie kissed her again as two fingers slid home, curling instantly and driving her impossibly higher. "Fuck!" Arizona ground out into a necessary gap for air, her hips rolling into the quick, hard thrusts Callie was giving her. This wasn't going to take much.
"Come for me," the Latina gasped, her body shifting quickly to back her thrusts. They might not have had the talk about seeing other people, about what rights now belonged to only them, but she was damn well going to make sure that Arizona felt it. Only she could touch her like this. Only she could make her feel like this. Her thumb on the blonde's needy clit finished her off, Arizona burying her face in her shoulder to muffle the pleasured cry.
Callie felt lips attach and suck on her skin at her throat, contact she was sure would leave a mark. She wasn't the only one marking her territory, apparently. She just hoped Arizona's more noticeable mark would be hidden by her shirt tomorrow at work. Arizona could just make something up about why she would be walking funny.
Going limp in bliss, Arizona gave her hickey a final lick of approval and flopped back against the bed. Callie pulled out slowly and her body mourned the loss. "Damn," she gasped, breathing hard. "Thank you."
Callie laughed, trailing her fingers up still clenching stomach muscles and between perfect breasts to suck the remnants of Arizona's orgasm from them. "My pleasure," she promised in a hum. And it would be because she intended to retrace the path her hand had just taken back down the blonde's body with her mouth just as soon as she was sure that Arizona wouldn't stop breathing and pass out. "I'll give you a minute before the encore," she said with a smug smile, loving Arizona's blue eyes going wide. She couldn't say it, but she was going to give Arizona no reason to think she needed to look anywhere else for anything she needed.
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