Thank you all so much for your lovely reviews- I've been really poorly with tonsillitis and your reviews have been my motivation to get this chapter written!
To the reviewer who felt confused with my previous chapter (amyleeyg) - I agree with your frustration about Arizona having made up for cheating and I also think she atoned her actions. However, in the context of my story I feel the label was relevant. Callie was confused and frustrated about her feelings since seeing Arizona again after so long, even after having tried to move on with someone else. For Callie to feel that connection again and to realise that the connection was something that would perhaps never go away but to then wake up and find out that Arizona had actually left the club with another woman- I believe that would have made Callie both hurt and angry. One of the main focuses of my story at the moment is this exploration of both Callie and Arizona's emotions and confusion at seeing each other again and figuring out how they fit together now after all that has happened. I hope that makes sense/answers any confusion or disappointment!
Also, to the reviewer who asked if this story is Calzona endgame - yes, yes, yes!
Anyway, thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy this chapter :)
Chapter Seven.
"Buckaroo?"
"Pin the tail on the donkey?"
"No! Come on this is so easy!" Arizona huffed out in annoyance, tipping her head back at Meredith and Jo's pathetic guesses. The blonde had grown up playing Pictionary with her family and had only ever lost once before. Losing now was really not an option, but they were neck and neck with the other team and this was the deciding round.
Considering the marijuana joint hanging out of her horses' mouth hadn't seemed to work for these morons, she frantically scribbled some clouds around her drawing in a desperate attempt at salvaging the round.
In her teams defence, Jackson and DeLuca had actually been pretty good. She hated to say it, but the girls had dragged them down. Meredith, Amelia and Jo had been a disaster. And to make matters worse; their team had an extra player compared to the opposing teams' five.
She glanced over at Owen's drawing, suppressing a smirk at the mess of blobs and squiggles he'd drawn. She was sure she had this.
"Oh, oh, get off your high horse!"
You have got to be kidding.
Arizona let out a loud, irritated groan as she heard Callie somehow guess the phrase correctly for the opposing team. She turned around to glare at her side, slamming her pen down on the table in frustration as Owen and his team erupted into yells and cheers.
"You guys are total idiots," she snapped as she shook her head at each of them in turn, "that was one of the easiest ones!"
"In our defence, it looks like a bucking donkey with a cigarette in his mouth." Jackson laughed as he reached over the table to grab a slice of pizza, ignoring her as Arizona narrowed her eyes at his nonchalance.
"It's a good job you're a human doctor and not a vet, because you clearly don't know the difference between a horse and a donkey."
The friends burst into a fit of laughter at April's retort but she just smiled sympathetically over at Arizona. She was on the opposing team, but she knew how competitive the blonde got. Not to mention the fact that it had been Callie who'd ultimately beaten the blonde's team. And right now, that was a slap in the face.
She had spent the majority of the past few days stewing over their encounter in Distrikt bathroom. She'd vented to April several different times, each time letting a slightly different emotion rear it's ugly head.
First it had been disappointment.
The brunette had dangled her words in front of her, like snatching a treat from an awaiting puppy. Arizona had felt her heart pounding through her chest, her palms sweating in anticipation, and then just like that Callie had been gone. Reina, the girl she'd taken home that night, hadn't done much at all to lick her wounds. All she'd been able to think about that night; all she wanted that night, were the skilled fingers and familiar tongue that her body had been blessed with so many times before. All she'd wanted was those delicious curves and exquisite, full breasts pressing against her own sweat glistened skin. Arizona was almost annoyed at herself for setting her standards so high; Callie was a hard feat to live up to.
Next it had been excitement; hope.
Calliope Iphigenia Torres- the woman she'd spent months pining over and wondering if she'd ever even see again- was home. She was home and they had very nearly kissed on more than one occasion. Arizona hadn't even voiced the fact there may be something happening between them. In fact, she was prepared to suffocate her confusion and continue to act the way they had been, for the sake of ruining whatever relationship they'd managed to salvage over the years. But, Callie had messed that up. The sweating; the raised pulse; the butterflies- she wasn't crazy, they weren't just felt by her. Callie had clearly been very drunk but if anything that just underlined her genuineness more. She knew Callie and she knew how alcohol always made her speak the truth. That saying, drunken minds speak sober hearts could well have been written in dedication of the brunette.
But then it had been complete and total anger.
"Seriously. Who does she think she is?"
Arizona had been pacing back and forth, practically pulling her hair out as she recounted their encounter for what must have been the fifth time.
"I know, Zo, but you need to stop letting yourself get so worked up," April tried to calm her friend, but had accepted her failure quite early on. She knew there was no getting through to her when she was as worked up as this.
"I don't see why she thought it was okay to just waltz back to Seattle and fuck everything up. She tore this family apart once and, what- is she going to leave us- I mean, leave Sofia again, as soon as she decides she's bored again?"
She knew that wasn't fair. She knew she'd pushed Callie away. She knew it wasn't a case of boredom; it was a case of complacency. She'd seen it when Callie had desperately confessed to not dancing in her underwear anymore. She knew Callie leaving for New York was the best thing for the other woman to do for herself. But, that didn't mean it hurt any less. Callie had moved for herself, not for Arizona. The blonde had never really dealt with the separation in the same way. And now Callie was home and messing everything up. The wounds were fresh again. And doing things like making drunken confessions in bathroom stalls and then fleeing, was like rubbing salt in the wounds.
"That's a point each-" Owen declared, clasping his hands together smugly, "the next game is the tie breaker."
Just before the pizza had arrived, they'd played a game of Who Am I? The rules were simple enough; you took it in turns to ask yes or no questions, with the aim of guessing the name of the celebrity, stuck to the post it note on your forehead. They had all sat in a big circle and chosen a celebrity name for the person to the left of them. The first team to have all of their celebrities guessed correctly was the winner.
Arizona's team had won by a landslide, with DeLuca guessing his first and Arizona guessing in a close second. In fact, the only player from the other team who'd managed to guess their celebrity by the time the blonde's team had won was Maggie.
Callie had been characteristically awful at guessing. Usually that would annoy Arizona, but for some reason she just found it completely adorable. She was 'Margaret Thatcher' and her guesses had consisted of Justin Timberlake and Michael Jackson… despite having been told earlier her celebrity was not a boy. Guessing games like this just weren't her strong point; she was more visual and tactical.
"I'm gonna' grab a beer, who wants one?" Callie glanced around as several of the friends raised their empty bottles in response.
Arizona watched as she left the room in the direction of the kitchen. She could do one of two things right now. She could stick to her plan; the plan that had already been ruined with the explosion of blue and brown that had taken only about two minutes to erupt. She had originally planned on acting as though Callie didn't exist for the evening. Her most recent vent was one of anger and she'd decided that the best thing she could do was act as though the Latina's words hadn't even affected her- maybe she could play the drunken card and make out like she didn't even remember. But then she'd caught Callie staring at her ass- and then her cleavage. God, the lust she'd felt just from three seconds of eye contact. The heat between her legs from the way those eyes had undressed her had been more than any woman had been able to produce from actually undressing her. So she'd lost that race before the starting whistle had even been blown.
That meant that option number two wasn't out of the question. She could follow the other woman into the kitchen and help her get the drinks. I mean, five of them were running low and there was no way the brunette could carry all of those drinks alone. So really she was only being a good guest.
Her eyes flickered over in the direction of her red headed friend for some kind of reassurance but she was busy laughing at something Jackson had whispered to her. Instead, her eyes caught contact with the icy eyes of Meredith Grey. She was surprised to see them gleaming back at her tellingly; her eyebrows raised slightly, as though she was almost suggesting she should follow Callie.
Arizona looked away as nonchalantly as possible, standing up and muttering something to the group about helping with the drinks as her feet began to carry her almost against her own accord. Seconds later she was stood in the doorway, watching as Callie rummaged in the fridge.
She took the moment to properly appreciate the other woman, before Callie realised she was there. Long, thick, tousled waves of brunette hair ran down her back, so dark it almost blended with the tight, long sleeved black top that clung to gloriously defined shoulder blades. Her bottom half was contained by light blue jeans that were characteristically ripped across her thighs; those goddamn magnificent thighs. Her makeup was subtle, leaving her natural skin and lips exposed, even more beautiful than she was with a full face of makeup.
"Hey."
Her stomach fluttered a little as the brunette noticed her staring and addressed her for the first time that evening. There was no smirk or teasing on her features, just a genuine exchange.
"Hey," she replied, an unintentionally hesitant tone to her voice, "I assumed you could use some help."
"You assumed correctly," Callie chuckled, raising her eyebrows as she struggled to balance the drinks in an attempt to grab more from the fridge, "are you just going to stand there and watch me sweat?"
The blonde couldn't help the laugh that escaped her throat as she hurried over to take a couple of the bottles from Callie, fighting to ignore the goose bumps she saw erupt over tanned skin as her fingers brushed her arm.
She placed the bottles down on the counter, reaching for the opener to pop one open and take a swig. Not that she knew what to even say to Callie but she felt like stalling their return to the sitting room. It was too late to stick to the angry and closed off plan that she'd been set on following, but she still didn't know how she was supposed to act. Should she address the elephant in the room? Should she act normal like nothing had happened between them?
"How was your surgery?" Callie snapped her out of her daze before she had a chance to concoct any form of conversation. The brunette had mirrored her actions and popped her handful of bottles on the countertop, in favour of hovering in the kitchen for a while longer.
Arizona couldn't resist but to smile softly back at her for a moment before she thought back to her day at work and her smile disappeared.
"Ugh," she paused, "well, we saved the boy. He's going to be fine," she expelled a relieved breath, before thinking back to the extent of the father's injuries, "but his Dad- we won't know for a few days whether or not his brain damage is permanent."
Callie smiled a sad, sympathetic smile back at her. If there was anyone who knew how invested Arizona got in her patients, it was her. She understood because she was the exact same way. That had always been one of the things Arizona had loved about Callie; she felt that way about her patients' too- that extra responsibility to the patient- not just as a doctor doing a job, but also as a human being, a friend; someone that a wife; a child; a family, trusted.
Med school teaches you how not to care so much. They would drug the patients so that they didn't have to see their faces. They would do a thousand different things to care a little less. But Callie had always cared like crazy and she loved that.
"Well from what Jackson was telling me earlier, it sounds like you all did everything you could."
Arizona flinched as a tanned hand reached out to gently squeeze her shoulder; a shiver travelling across her body despite the layer of fabric between the contact. She flickered her eyes up to look back at the deep brown ones looking at her, small smiles enveloping both of their features.
She wanted to be mad. She wanted to be mad at Calliope for walking away from her. She wanted to be mad at her for coming back so instantaneously and making everything so confusing again. And she wanted to be mad at her for affirming that she wasn't going stir crazy; this electricity between them wasn't one sided. It was real, it existed- but it wasn't going to amount to anything, because it wasn't enough.
As much as she wanted to be mad, those sparkling, deep russet brown eyes and the comforting caresses against her arm were more than enough to dissolve any anger she felt towards the woman.
When she was around her, she felt content.
But then the smile behind her dark eyes abruptly disappeared.
"We should go back in," she uttered as she removed her hand from its grip on her shoulder, leaving a cold chill in its' wake.
She watched as Callie balanced a handful of bottles in her grasp; a strange mood cloaking the air as the other woman walked away without so much as a second glance back at her.
Arizona sighed as she turned to pick up the remaining beer bottles. There seemed to be a pattern between their recent encounters. Things were okay between the two women until they had any sort of physical contact.
It was as though the jolts of electricity that would set her insides on fire and make her desperate to have more of the brunette, did the opposite to Callie. They made her draw back and pull away.
She made her way back into the room with her friends, internally deciding that the tactic of ignoring the other woman was definitely the best way forward.
So was alcohol; a lot of alcohol.
Their deciding game was a game of precision, a game of focus and most importantly a game that required a steady hand.
Jenga.
"Okay, so we're all clear on the rules? We'll play five rounds. The player who makes the blocks fall loses that round for their team."
"Okay, but there's six of us on our team, so someone should be the mediator," Arizona suggested in total seriousness, frowning when her proposal was met by a round of laughter, "what are you all laughing at?"
"I've never heard anyone suggest a mediator was necessary for a game of jenga before," Jo choked out, "but I volunteer to sit this one out. Jenga is really not my strong point."
"Excellent," she chirped out with a relieved smile. She remembered Jo's attempt at the game a few months back and it was safe to say she wasn't downplaying when she said it wasn't her strong point.
"Let's make this a little more interesting," Jackson suggested with a mischievous grin as he headed into the kitchen. He returned seconds later with a bottle of whiskey in hand, "every time someone loses a round, their team each have to take a shot."
Twenty minutes later and Arizona's team were feeling pretty smug whilst the other team were feeling pretty drunk. DeLuca had won the first round against Maggie, followed by Arizona easily winning the second round against Karev. If Jackson could win this game against April, then it was game over and the blonde's team had won by a landslide.
"Come on, Jackson, you've got this," Amelia reassured him, breaking the silence that had spread across the group of friends for the first time that night. They were all on the edge of their seats, staring intently at the little wooden blocks piled on the table.
Despite the fact they were all half drunk, games night was serious business.
"Focus, April," Callie retorted, "you're doing amazing so far."
Arizona narrowed her eyes at the blocks, trying to plan out the next move Jackson should make. They weren't allowed to advise each other, but she liked to work out for herself which block was best to take each turn.
She bit into her lip in frustration as she saw Jackson reach for one that was never stable enough. Unsurprisingly, the tower came crashing down, resulting in cheers from the opposing team.
"Sorry, guys," Jackson mumbled apologetically, purposefully avoiding flickering his gaze in Arizona's direction.
"Drink up!" April taunted, handing the bottle of whiskey over to Meredith for their team to swig from. She barely flinched as she took a shot and passed the bottle around.
Arizona grimaced as the liquid burnt her throat. Admittedly, the warmth that was now spreading through her was nice, though she was thankful she'd already had her turn; whiskey and precise hands were not a good match.
"Okay, we've still got this," Arizona declared as Amelia took her position across from Owen. The liquor had given her a sense of confidence; she was not about to let her team lose games night.
A silence swarmed the room as the friends focused on the tower once more.
"You are so going down," Amelia uttered as she confidently removed her first block.
"The only thing that's going down, is this tower when you take your turn," Owen retorted as he easily pulled out a block.
A few minutes passed; tensions high as this round had already lasted longer than any previous.
"Your hands look shaky, are you feeling okay?" Owen mocked, doing what he could to psych Amelia as she deliberated where to make her next move.
She didn't rise to his jeering; in fact she didn't even remove her gaze from the pieces before she finally lifted her arm and reached forward to the blocks. Arizona sucked in a breath as she watched the tower wobble slightly as Amelia started to slowly pull her block from its position.
"Fuck!" Amelia snapped as the remaining blocks came tumbling down, similar remarks falling from the mouths of her teammates.
"You have got to be kidding," Arizona barked out in annoyance. Amelia was a neurosurgeon for Christ's sake. How could she lose a game of Jenga?
The blonde groaned and reached for her beer in frustration, catching eyes with the smirking ones of Callie on the opposite couch. She narrowed her eyes in response, her irritation building as she noticed the brunette fighting hard to suppress her amusement.
Arizona knew her competitive nature was both a strength and flaw of her personality. It made her focused and it made her determined, and they were two of the things that had gotten her through med school.
But it also made her irate and it made her bossy, and had been the cause of many petty arguments during her relationship with Callie. Arizona knew that despite her lack of presence from the past year of games nights, the Latina knew more than anybody about how competitive the blonde got. And right now, she was clearly taking a satisfaction in her rage.
Arizona couldn't lie; she'd been relieved when Callie had been picked to play last for the other team. Callie was good at jenga. Really good at jenga. And that way, it meant the chances of the competition continuing long enough for her to take her turn were slim. Arizona had been sure they were going to win before they made it to the final round.
But now, they were down to a face off and she could tell Callie was already feeling confident.
"I told you your hands were shaking," Owen declared smugly, earning him a glare from his girlfriend.
"Well these shaky hands won't be going anywhere near you tonight," Amelia responded with a similarly smug look across her face as Owen's smirk dropped from his face.
Arizona rolled her eyes as mere seconds had passed before Owen was kissing Amelia's cheek and the brunette was gushing like a giddy schoolgirl.
"Okay guys. This is it then. The tie breaker," Jo announced as she finished composing the block tower for the final time.
It was down to Callie and Meredith now. They all knew this could go either way. They both had an extraordinarily steady hand. And they'd both had the exact same amount to drink. When it came to wanting to win, they were both competitive characters, but if one of them had to just tip it, it was probably Callie; Arizona knew she would feel like she had something to prove.
"Heads or tails?" Jo questioned.
"Tails never fails!" Meredith replied with a grin.
"I'll take heads then," Callie shrugged, rolling her eyes in amusement at her friend.
"Tails it is!" Jo announced as she flipped the coin.
Arizona couldn't contain the hiss of excitement that fell from her lips as the coin toss declared Meredith would be going first. Whoever went first had a slight advantage, and at this stage in the games they definitely needed it.
They were all on the edge of their seats. Even the less competitive members of the group paying complete and total attention to the game.
Meredith went straight in with a tactical move, confidently taking a block from low down in the tower. Arizona watched as Callie deliberated her responding move, her porcelain white teeth nibbling at her full lower lip as her eyes scanned the tower.
But Arizona could read straight through her faux consideration. The Latina knew exactly where she was going to play first. In fact, both of them probably knew their first few moves. The slow, drawn out contemplations, at this stage, were purely for their own amusement.
The game continued in an anxious fashion for several minutes. Each time a block was removed, despite however confidently the move was made, the surrounding teammates would subconsciously hold their breaths, only expelling when the block was safely placed on the discarded pile.
From the corner of her eye, she could see the way April and Jackson were sat side by side. Jackson's arm was around the back of the couch and his fingers were gently twirling around the hair in her ponytail. The sight made her heart warm for her friend. She hadn't seen the two of them acting affectionate like this for a long time.
Although, she couldn't help the slight sinking feeling in her stomach that accompanied the warmth. It had been so long since Arizona had felt that content with someone; that deep connection that was so much more than just sex. Sure there had been women that she'd dated a few times or taken to notable events, and those women had placed a hand on her waist or brushed a loose piece of hair behind her ear, just to make bodily contact. But it had been years since that type of contact had made Arizona feel the way she knew both Jackson and April would currently be feeling. It had been years since she'd wanted to touch someone back like that, for a reason other than building up to sex. There hadn't been anyone who made her feel like that in such a long time.
She dragged her eyes back to the game in front of her, involuntarily shuddering as she watched a tanned finger rub across a plump lower lip in contemplation.
There hadn't been anyone who made her feel like that since Callie.
And then she saw those plump lips turn up into a sneer.
She diverted her gaze, momentarily panicking that she'd been caught staring but expelling a relieved silent breath when she saw those brown eyes were very much pinned to the tower in front of her, totally focused on the game at hand.
She watched nervously as the brunette leaned forward, her lips still curled impishly upwards as she began to tug gently at one of the blocks. Arizona was momentarily distracted by old thoughts of that sinful smirk, so much so that she didn't realise Callie had managed to remove her block successfully, despite the very near collapse of the tower.
She was only snapped from her daze at the gasps and groans of her teammates around her.
The tower was far from stable now. There was no way it could withstand anything else without collapsing.
"You bitch," Meredith groaned, her eyes narrowing at her friend as she barely even touched one of the blocks and the remains of the tower came tumbling down.
"That's no way to talk to your guest," Callie responded smugly as she stood up from her place besides the table.
Arizona cursed under her breath as she watched her turn to greet the high fives and cheers that were being aimed in her direction, glaring as the Latina momentarily flicked back around to meet her gaze, dark eyebrows raising smugly as if to gloat.
"The offer still stands, Callie. You just give me the signal and her number is all yours."
Arizona tried her best to act as interested as possible at whatever story DeLuca was telling her as she eavesdropped in the conversation happening across from her. She'd heard Amelia mention something about sex but hadn't been able to hear what Callie's response had been over Andrew's incessant chattering. As much as she appreciated and adored him, after a few drinks, he did not know when to shut up. Right now, all Arizona wanted to hear about was whatever woman Callie was interested in getting to know.
Callie simply laughed in response, taking a swig from her beer and turning her attention to whatever Meredith was now showing her on her phone.
Arizona smiled casually as Amelia looked over at her; their eye contact clearly triggering something from the brunette's memory as her mouth spread into a wicked smile.
"So who was this mystery brunette you took home last week?"
Callie spluttered next to her, spraying the mouthful of beer she'd yet to swallow all over herself.
Arizona could physically feel a blush spreading across her cheeks, mirroring the one that had travelled up the Latina's neck as she looked anywhere but over in her direction.
"DeLuca told us all about her," Amelia said as she glanced over at Callie, who was now wiping herself down. She turned back to look at her expectantly, oblivious to the awkward tension she'd created.
For someone who didn't drink, she didn't seem to have much of a filter on the things she said. Then again, there technically wasn't really anything ballsy about what she was saying. Arizona was single. And she had taken someone home the other night. There wasn't really any reason that her conquest should stay a secret.
"I'm going to kill you," she hissed towards her housemate
"I'm the one who came home to a stranger naked on my couch!"
"And you're complaining, why?" Alex piped in with a grin.
"I'm joking, I'm joking," he defended, raising his arms in mock surrender as Wilson scowled next to him.
Arizona shook her head, mortified that the entire room now knew the reason she'd left her best friend's birthday night out to fuck a mystery woman on her couch.
She shrugged, feeling unusually shy about disclosing the details of the other night to her friends. It didn't help that she could now feel dark eyes burning into her, waiting for her to talk.
"Umm, I mean, she wasn't a stranger," she defended, "I'd met her before that night."
She leant forward to grab her beer, finishing the rest of the bottle and popping open one of the fresh ones from the middle of the table. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, extremely aware of the dark eyes that were still staring intensely at her.
"You hadn't mentioned you'd been seeing someone?" Jackson questioned with a smile, seeming just genuinely interested and totally unaware of how resistant the blonde was to the conversation.
"No, she hasn't," April answered for her, "but Reina; this incredibly gorgeous woman, has been trying to get Arizona to go for a drink with her for a while now."
She flickered her gaze to meet the light brown eyes of her best friend; raising her eyebrows slightly at the mischievous look she saw glinting back at her and motioning to where Callie was sat.
She fought to suppress a smirk when she realised what April was doing. Out of the corner of her eye she could see, plain as day, the jealousy painted across Callie's features. Her teeth were nibbling against the inside of her lips, her eyes were narrowed slightly and her fingers were fiddling agitatedly with the label on her beer.
If what Callie had said in those toilets was true, this had to be eating away at her- hearing about how she'd previously turned down advances from another woman, before eventually giving in that night. Because, unbeknown to the other friends in the room- besides April and presumably Meredith if Callie had confided in her- the only reason she'd gone home with the other woman that night was because of her ex wife.
It was Callie who had set her libido raging to the point that she'd given in to a crashing orgasm mortifyingly quickly when she'd got back home. She was sure Reina must have thought she had some kind of problem.
It was Callie who'd got her worked up, yes, but it was also Callie who'd told her she wasn't enough. But, for someone, she would be enough.
April's words triggered a few wolf whistles from the boys- well, the boys and Amelia. Arizona couldn't help but chuckle a little and roll her eyes at their immaturity.
"You people should be feeling sorry for me," DeLuca chuckled, "believe it or not, it's not the first time I've had to disinfect the couch. And then I have to see them the next day at work."
"Professional," Callie spoke under her breath, almost quietly enough that she couldn't be heard over the shrieks of laughter from their friends. But somehow Arizona heard her words as clear as day, as though they'd been spoken at the exact wavelength for only her to hear.
She scowled over in Callie's direction, expecting the Latina to look away from the confrontation. Instead, she almost felt a chill run down her spine from the icy glare she was receiving from the dark umber eyes glaring straight back at her.
Callie was the first to tear her eyes away as Meredith whispered something into her shoulder.
"What?" Callie laughed; raising her eyebrows at whatever she'd said.
"Let's dance it out," Meredith repeated, just a little louder this time, but still speaking directly to Callie. She stood up, pressing a few buttons on her phone and sending Feel It Still by 'Portugal. The Man', playing on the speakers around the living room.
"Come on people, let's dance," she spoke louder now, to the group of them, as she picked up the half drunk bottle of whiskey on the table and drank a swig of the honey coloured liquid.
Arizona remained seated as she finished off the last few mouthfuls of her beer, watching as one by one the friends stood up, taking it in turns to drink from the bottle and begin to move their arms and hips in time to the music.
She watched as Meredith and Callie began to dance across from each other; shaking their heads and sending their wavy locks swinging side to side as their arms swayed above their heads, opposing the rhythm of their hips.
Meredith was an attractive woman and she could really dance, but next to Callie, Arizona barely noticed her. The Latina had such a way of moving her body, it was literally hypnotising.
Arizona finished her drink and stood up, escaping to the bathroom to get the inappropriate thoughts out of her head.
She stood in front of the bathroom mirror as she washed her hands, scrubbing a little too hard as she thought back to the anger or jealousy or whatever the hell she'd seen in Callie's eyes. Why did she think she had any right to judge Arizona for sleeping with another woman? She'd been in a goddamn relationship with another woman for the last year and she'd been the one to enunciate the fact that nothing could happen between the two of them for Christ's sake. What did she expect? Did she want Arizona to wait around at her beck and call, celibate and alone?
Well if she did, she'd missed her chance. Arizona had waited for her, after the break up. She hadn't even touched another woman until long after Callie had introduced Penny as her girlfriend. Initially, the thought of being intimate with another woman had made Arizona feel physically sick. Not because she was unfamiliar with the concept of sleeping around, because she most definitely wasn't, but the thought of someone other than Callie being the last person to touch her, for the rest of her life- that scared her.
And now, here she was, sending her ice-cold glares across the room, acting as though she had some kind of rights over her.
Arizona let out a huff, mentally deciding to leave her bad energy inside the bathroom as she opened the door. Maybe she could just dance the night away and she wouldn't even have to acknowledge that Callie was there.
She lifted her foot to step through the doorframe but before she knew what was happening she was being pushed backwards, an arm slinging around her waist, catching her as she fell off balance and slamming her back against the now closed door.
Just for a second, blue eyes met with the darkest shade of brown and it was as though everything she'd longed to see in those eyes for so long was right there, looking back at her, consuming her.
She opened her mouth to say something but instead all she managed was a sharp gasp as plump lips pressed against her own.
Her heart was beating hard against her chest; her hands trembling against their hold on the doorframe; her legs quivering as though they were going to give way any second. Her head was spinning from the feel of those incredibly soft lips brushing against her own and it was just about all she could manage not to collapse into the brunette.
And then strong fingers raked against the absence of material between her trousers and blouse and all she could manage was a loud, throaty moan.
"Calliope," she groaned out, "what's – fuck -" she moaned as her words were swallowed by the brunette's wet, open mouthed kisses against her mouth.
"Less talking," Callie rasped, thrusting her thigh between Arizona's legs, "Fuck," she husked as she pressed her thigh harder against her centre, clearly feeling Arizona's wet heat despite the material between them.
The blonde took the opportunity to pull at the bottom lip between her own, biting down just hard enough to make the other woman whimper - that gorgeous throaty whimper she'd dreamt about for the last two years - before she swapped to massage the area with her tongue.
She forced her tongue against the other woman lips, seeking permission to enter and shuddering as her entire body erupted in goosebumps at the sound that came from the back of Callie's throat. Her lips opened and their tongues battled for dominance, teeth clashing and breathless moans rippling against each other.
Arizona wrapped her hands around the woman's shoulders to steady her as their rhythm against each other became hungry and desperate.
Callie's free hand travelled upwards to tangle in her hair, pulling it roughly in her grip and forcing her head back; leaving her pale neck completely exposed.
"Calliope," she rasped out, somehow even more breathless than before, as wet lips slowly made their way across her cheeks to her jaw, taking small nips at her skin until she reached her neck and dragged her tongue hungrily down to the very top of her cleavage.
"Callie – I'm gon - going to-", she was whimpering now, her wet centre grinding down against the strong thigh that was rolling continuously against her.
Callie bit down hard against her pale neck and suddenly she could feel the heat coiling low in her stomach. She was close. She was so close.
"You're gon- oh god -", she dug her fingers into tanned shoulders, her fingers having somehow found their way inside the material of her top, "Fuck, Callie - You're gonna make me-"
"I know," Callie rasped as she tugged the blonde down, their already opened mouths clashing together as she snaked a tanned hand up her shirt to pinch her pert nipple, sending the blonde into a hurtling orgasm.
"Oh my god – yes-" she screamed as pleasure ripped through her body, her entire body convulsing despite her hold between the Latina and the bathroom door.
Callie raked her fingers gently across her stomach and amongst her hair, bringing the blonde down until she eventually stopped shaking.
And then Callie stepped ever so slightly backwards.
Arizona held her breath. That was it. She was going to walk away and leave her standing here, again.
But then she stepped forward, tilting so that their foreheads were resting gently against each other.
Arizona couldn't help but smile softly at the beads of sweat she could feel on the other woman's skin. She loved that she'd always been able to make Callie work up a sweat; it had always turned her on so much, watching her tanned skin glisten.
Their ragged breaths echoed around the suddenly very silent room, neither woman wanting to vocalise even one of the millions of thoughts flying around their heads.
For now, the silence was more than enough.
