I know I said I wasn't sure if I was going to continue, but I decided I'd at least give it a go. I couldn't just leave it where it was! I may need to take a little while to think of some plot ideas, because so far, I have nothing. But I'm going to continue it.
I'm going to re-write the last few chapters, I think, just to make it all written in the same person, but it will all be exactly the same so there won't be any reason to re-read it. I hope you enjoy this chapter. I'm sorry it took me so long to figure it all out! - Althea.
As suspected, news of Arizona and Callie's new relationship spread like wildfire. Callie didn't know why it came as such a shock to people. A lot of people saw them holding hands and kissing during lunch breaks. She guessed that as soon as something becomes official, it becomes bigger news. And people did not waste any time in gossiping. Over the course of the day she heard the most ridiculous things. Arizona and her had been fucking for months. They'd eloped in Vegas. Hell, they'd apparently even moved in together and (and, for Callie, this is the worst part) they were adopting a baby from China together. Where the hell do these people even get these ideas?! Callie thought, more amused than pissed off. Last time she checked, they hadn't even slept together yet, but okay. And she had no idea how in the hell her or Arizona were going to stop all these rumors going around. It wouldn't be an easy task. Callie hoped that it would die down a little. It should, in a couple of weeks. It had better. Callie didn't care what people thought of her, but she really wished they didn't think she was married and adopting a Chinese baby.
She didn't ever get to see much of Arizona in the day, but they snuck breaks together and ate lunch together. At 11:42, they got their first break of the day. Their first stop? The on call room. Probably not wise, considering all the rumors. But hey, they were gonna talk anyway, right?
"Hey, beautiful." Arizona casually walked straight through the door, kicked off her shoes, and lay down on the bed next to her girlfriend. They instantly fell into their usual position. She curled up next to Callie, resting her head on her chest, wrapping an arm over her waist, and draping her legs straight over the brunette's. Clutching around her like a limpet. Before all of this, though? She gave Callie a soft, sweet, unhurried kiss straight on her lips. Callie felt her heart pound faster at the touch.
"Hey, Blondie." She nuzzled her nose into the top of the blonde's head and breathed in her strawberry shampoo. Arizona sighed contentedly, squeezing Callie's middle. "Rough morning?"
"I don't think I should have come back today." She admitted. Callie could feel Arizona's chin moving and knew she was chewing on her bottom lip. She immediately knew why.
"The little girl?" Callie asked, quietly. She felt a nod into her chest and her fingers held tighter to the side of her scrub top. She took a second and pushed her nose back into the smell of strawberry. "Not any better?" A soft shake into her chest, followed by a small sigh.
"I'm out of options, Calliope. I've exhausted every idea. Nothing is going to help this. I haven't seen either of her parents yet. I was told they came in this morning while I was doing rounds and refraining from bashing my intern's heads together…" Callie understood her pain on this one. Her interns were just as bad. "But I know at some point… Maybe not this week. Maybe not next week. But I know before the month is out, I'm going to have to tell that man and woman that they need to turn off that darling little girl's life support…" She sniffed. She was crying. Callie started to move her fingertips, moving them in soothing circles across her back.
"Is this your first?"
"No, of course not…" She whispered softly. "I take them all like this. Force of habit." She wiped her eyes on her sleeve and placed her arm back over Callie's waist.
"You're something special, Arizona." Callie said, winning a giggle. Arizona propped herself up on her elbow so she could properly see the brunette's face. She looked straight into her eyes as she listened to her speak. "There's nothing you could do, Arizona. Her parents will be angry. They might shout and try to blame you. But eventually, they'll understand it wasn't your fault and forgive you. You've done this before. You have a way of talking to people that makes them feel comfortable and safe. If I was being told one of my kids wasn't going to make it, I'd want it to be you." Arizona stared at her for a second, suppressing a smile. Callie saw it before she the blonde could hide it, but she tried anyway.
"Are you telling me you have kids, Calliope?" She joked.
"Of course not." Callie laughed back, her hand finding its way into the hair at the back of Arizona's head, tangling its fingers around the mess of blonde. "You know what I meant." Arizona carried on staring for a few seconds before slowly inching herself downwards, kissing her girlfriend for the second time that day. Her tongue licked over Callie's carefully and pulled back, leaving the Latina reeling and wondering how in the heck everything just disappeared around them every time she kissed her. "We should probably get back." She said regretfully, licking her lip where Arizona's tongue had just been. She was right, they should get back. But she didn't want to. "Can't we stay here wrapped up in each other for a while longer?" Callie ran her hand along the blonde's small ribcage and looked up at her with puppy dog eyes.
"I'd give anything to. But we have patients… I'll see you for lunch?" Arizona pushed a strand of hair out of Callie's face and watched the brunette give in and sadly nod her head. Arizona bent down to kiss her goodbye. And then again. And again. And again, until she was lying flat on top of the woman below her, planting delicate kisses over the brunette's lips. And then as quickly as they had began, they stopped, and her blue eyes bore down into Callie's brown ones. "I'm sorry. I started and couldn't stop." She broke into a grin.
"Don't be sorry." Callie smiled. "If you think for a second I don't want all the kisses you'll give me, you're crazy..." It was cheesy, but Callie didn't care.
"Oh God…" Arizona groaned with a giggle, using a hand to push the hair at the front of her face all the way back. It fell back around her face as quickly as it was pushed away, but it fell carelessly. Landing at random angles and making her look even more disheveled than she already looked.
"What's up?"
"You're so beautiful." A pink blush spread across Callie's cheeks. "And if I don't get to have you soon, I think I'm going to explode." She met Callie's gaze as she spoke, her eyes filling with lust. Callie gulped, her stomach lurching and tying into a thousand knots.
"I know how you feel." She agreed, biting her lip. Neither of them said anything for a few seconds. Callie looked around the room as if it was going to give her some answers, and then up to the clock on the wall. "We still have time?" She added hopefully. Arizona checked the clock.
"We do." She took one of Callie's hands from her waist and held it. "But our first time isn't going to be a quickie in an on-call room." Callie understood her point.
"What time do you finish today?"
"I'm not sure. Around six, I think. I have a tumor to remove from a twelve year old boy at four and that's my last one. It's a simple one from what we can tell. Shouldn't take longer than a couple of hours." She seemed pretty confident with her information, so Callie nodded affirmatively.
"Come over after? I think I finish at five today. I don't have any planned surgeries. I'll cook or something and then…" She drifted off, not wanting to seem too forward, even though she'd just asked her for sex. "Sounds good to me." Arizona leaned down to kiss Callie hard one more time, and this time when she pulled away, she stood up completely. "I don't want to be tempted again." She said firmly. "Work."
"Work." Callie sat up to put her shoes back on. "You go out first. Then me." She raises an eyebrow. "Suspicious." She added. "Go!" Callie kissed her cheek and ushered her away towards the door.
"I'll see you at lunch."
"Lunch."
Callie's morning dragged. Nothing interesting happened. She spent most of it flipping through charts and telling interns to do stuff she was more than capable of doing herself. She could have done everything she made them do in half as much time and with much better skill, but they needed to learn somehow, however frustrating it was for her to have to baby them through everything and deal with sporadic outbursts of untamed emotional breakdowns. They're weren't all as completely useless as she make them out to be, though. There was one. Young redhead. Anna Childs. Tons of skill. Tons of theoretical knowledge. Eager to learn from anyone willing to teach her. Her only downside is that she's cocky. She was always ahead of the other interns because she ate, slept, and breathed surgery. And she knew she was good.
"Anything else I can do for you, Dr. Torres?" Callie looked up from her paperwork to find Samantha Ellis staring up at her. She was a good four inches shorter than Callie was, even in her low, black heels. Callie pretended to think. Truth is, she didn't think there was anything else she could do for her. Everything that needed to be done now is so mundane that it would have bored her. Callie knew it would be much more beneficial for another intern to do it, but at this moment in time, she'd stopped caring.
"Uh." Callie tapped her pen against her chin. "Help Cooper change Mrs. Dominic's IV leads. He still hasn't got the hang of it." She rolled my eyes accidentally and Samantha grinned up at her in amusement, obviously agreeing.
"Of course." Another bright grin and off she trotted to find Cooper. Callie checked the clock again, praying that time had somehow fast forwarded to one o'clock. Her tummy was rumbling and all she felt like doing was seeing Arizona.
Callie noticed that time seemed to be moving a hell of a lot slower now she had something to look forward to. It was always the way. She hadn't looked forward to seeing someone this much is a long time. There was just something about that woman. She couldn't say she'd ever felt this way about someone before in such a short amount of time. She never thought she could. Her past relationships had been great, and she'd enjoyed them all up until they went wrong. But this was different, so different. Arizona filled up her entire head, all the time, and she couldn't even pee without her mind wandering back to when the next time she saw the blue eyed beauty again. The next time she'd hold her hand. The next time she'd kiss her lips. It was driving her crazy, but she didn't mind at all.
By the time it was time to see Arizona again, Callie Torres was practically bouncing off the walls. She'd never dropped all her work faster. Her phone buzzed in her pocket against her thigh. She didn't have to check it to know exactly who the message was from.
"Meet you in canteen. 5 minutes xxxxxx". Callie smiled at the amount of kisses she'd put at the end of the message.
"Done deal xxxxxxx", she responded, equaling the blonde's enthusiasm and putting just as many kisses back, adding one extra one for good measure. She tried not to squeal. Callie Torres did not squeal, not out loud by any means. So she did it internally, clenching her fists and power walking through the hospital halls, straight down to the canteen and through the double doors. And there she was. Sitting at a table looking adorable, all by herself, a coffee in her hand and an untouched sandwich on the table in front of her. She caught Callie looking and perked up, smiling at her with her dimples. She waved Callie over, standing up as she was approached. As soon as Callie was close enough, she hugged her tightly, burying her face into her neck and inhaling the scent of her hair.
"Hey." She whispered, pulling away.
"Hey." Arizona kissed her gently and reluctantly pushed Callie away from her so she could sit back down.
"I saved you half my sandwich." She pushed it towards Callie quickly, like she was embarrassed. Callie grinned, wanting to point it out but knowing Arizona would just be more embarrassed if she did.
"Awh, thank you." Callie took the sandwich and examined it. Egg and cress. Definitely not her favorite, but Arizona had saved it for her, so she was going to eat it. "How's your shift going?" Callie asked through a delicate bite of her sandwich. Arizona shrugged and looked at the table.
"Harder than I thought it would be. I had to go see the little girl in the coma today. It doesn't look good…" She bit down on her lip, not quite looking her girlfriend in the eye. Trying hard not to cry.
"Arizona, you can cry if you need to. I won't judge you for it." She sniffed and looked at Callie with a small smile.
"Thanks, Calliope. But I'm okay." She forced a grin to reassure her and Callie took it. That face could convince her to do anything.
Callie decided then and there that she should do something for her. She wanted to. She didn't like seeing her sad. Callie knew Arizona wasn't really 'okay', no matter what she said. She'd clearly had a hard day and Callie needed an excuse to do something sweet. The trouble was, Callie didn't really know Arizona all that well. It felt like she'd known her all her life, but the truth was, she had no idea about all the little things about her. What's her favorite pizza topping? Did she like acoustic music? Did she have a childhood pet?
"I think I get off a little early today. Come by my place?" Now was a good a time as any, even if it did seem completely out of nowhere to the blonde. Arizona had no idea Callie had been plotting something in her mind all day. If she knew, she'd probably exaggerate it in her head and be disappointed. Callie decided to keep it casual for now.
"Sure." It was as easy as that and Callie was glad.
"We'll get take out."
"Okay."
"What do you like?"
"Chinese."
You know what time you'll be hungry?"
"I'm always hungry."
"So, Chinese food at mine tonight?"
"Yes, Calliope."
"Did you have a pet as a kid?" Callie figured she may as well find out since she was asking a million questions. Arizona laughed at her, reaching for her hand and wrapping her fingers around it.
"I had a kitten," Go figure, Callie grinned. She could have guessed that. "I loved that kitten like I'd given birth to it. I was 6. My mom gave it away after it scratched me one time. I cried for an hour and told her I'd never speak to her again. She bought me an ice cream to cheer me up and we watched Beauty and the Beast on the sofa."
"6 year old logic."
"Pretty much." Out of things to say, they fell into a comfortable silence, their hands still clasped together on top of the table. "I have a surgery." Arizona said solemnly with a gentle squeeze of Callie's fingers.
"I'm not really sure what I have." And she didn't. Thinking back to her things to do for the day, she realized the rest of the day was just going to be spent wandering around and doing paperwork until someone needed her. Callie didn't mind, she quite enjoyed easy days at the hospital. Working in a hospital brought so much drama that wasn't your own, it was nice to just tap out for a little while.
"I'll be at yours tonight?" Arizona asked. Callie nodded.
"Tonight. Whenever you finish." They smiled at each other giddily. Standing up, their hands dropped away from each other and Callie moved hers to land her fingertips on Arizona's waist. "See you later."
"See you later." She reaffirmed. Callie leaned in to her, glancing quickly around the room to see if anyone was watching before placing a tentative kiss on her lips. "Bye."
"Bye." She walked away to get herself together for her next surgery. Callie went back to the staff room to do more paperwork.
It was 6pm and Callie was halfway back to her home. Operation 'Please Arizona', as she had named it, would soon be underway. She'd bought fresh flowers and a bottle of red wine. Callie didn't know Arizona's favorite colors, so went with a beautiful lilac and pink bouquet that the florist had happily topped off with a matching bow. She made a mental note to ask Arizona about her favorite colors. She had acquired five different Chinese take-out menus for Arizona to choose from. Nothing was going to spoil this evening. Callie even pondered the thought of asking her to stay over the night, if anything were to happen. She hoped it would, the build-up was getting to be a pain and she hadn't had sex in what seemed like forever. But she wasn't planning anything like that. This was purely to cheer her up and make her feel special. But if the opportunity does arise… Callie wouldn't turn it down.
She pulled up outside her house and gathered the flowers and wine from the back seat. She wasn't sure whether she should put the flowers in a vase for the table so they could have a romantic Chinese takeout… and she was aware of how ridiculous that sounded, or to just give them to her in the bouquet. Thinking about it, Callie was sure she'd prefer the bouquet. But they would look pretty on the table. On second thoughts, she'd sort that out later. Cleaning was first on her list. Kicking off her shoes into the hallway, she dumped the wine and flowers onto the kitchen table and set to work cleaning. Callie wasn't a person that enjoyed cleaning, and didn't know why anyone would be. Washing up got left for a couple of days and piles of dirty laundry would sit in the graying washbasket in the corner of the room until she ran out of socks. Luckily for her, a good percentage of her clothes were dark so she could just bung them all in together. Once that was done, she set onto the dirty dishes. Thank God for dishwashers. A quick general tidying of the kitchen area and Callie was done, heading upstairs to get herself dressed. She didn't want to look too overdressed, since Arizona was coming straight from work. She'd be in jeans and a t-shirt. Callie hoped with all her heart that it would be the red one she saw her wear a while ago. Callie herself opted for a plain black, long sleeved shirt, cut low at the front in a steep v-neck, and her favorite pair of tight denim jeans. Perfect. She finished off her look with a slick of deep red lipstick, hoping it wouldn't be too much. She looked at the time on her phone, making sure she had time for a cup of coffee before the blonde knocked at her door. Apparently, cleaning and making herself look presentable took it out of her.
Arizona knocked on her door not long after. Callie knew who it would be and panicked slightly, smoothing down her shirt and patting her hair into place before practicing her welcome smile in the hallway mirror. She opened the door with the exact same smile plastered across her face, and as soon as the door was open, she realized she didn't need to practice her smile after all. The blonde in front of her sorted that out all on her own, without even trying.
"Hey." She grinned as she soaked in the woman standing on her doorstep. "You look…" Callie's mind went blank. A thousand words crossed her mind but she couldn't say any of them. Arizona was dressed exactly as Callie thought she would be. Jeans and a t-shirt. Regretfully, it wasn't the red one she liked, but this one was blue and brought out her eyes. Callie swallowed hard. It was like she never stopped. There had never been one moment when Callie had seen her where she didn't look absolutely perfect. She didn't know how she did it, but she was glad she did.
"Hey." Arizona grinned back. "Are you going to finish that sentence?" Her white sneakers and the fact she was standing on the bottom step made the height difference between them even bigger, and Arizona had to raise her head to meet the brunette in the eye. Callie liked girls that were shorter than her. She thought it was endearing.
"Uh." Callie stared for a few seconds longer until she realized there was a beautiful woman waiting to come inside, and snapped out of it. "Yes. Beautiful." Callie blushed.
"Can I come in?"
"Uh, yes!" Callie held out her hand without thinking. As soon as she did, she prayed Arizona would take it. Luckily, she did, and Callie led her inside.
"I hope you're hungry." Arizona said, following the brunette into her living room. Callie was. Her stomach had been rumbling since she finished work but she'd not eaten anything, saving her appetite for her Chinese food. She'd eyed up a chocolate yogurt in her refrigerator for the better part of forty minutes while she'd waited for Arizona to arrive. "I've been craving Chinese food since you mentioned it." Arizona topped her sentence with a sheepish smile that made Callie's heart flutter.
"I got us some menus, unless you had a place in mind?" Callie's mind flicked back to the flowers. Shit.
"I'm good for anywhere. I'm not picky." She answered, sitting down on the sofa and getting herself comfortable.
"Wine?"
"Please!" Callie left the room to fetch them both a glass. She panicked. Again.
"If I give her the flowers now, it'll be awkward," she muttered to herself, rooting around one of her kitchen drawers for a corkscrew. "There'll be nowhere for her to put them so she'll just have to hold them because she's too polite." She carried on. "Why, Callie? Why do you do it?" She pulled hard on the cork and the bottle popped open. "Vase." She spoke to herself again. Pouring red wine into the glasses, she set down the bottle and reached to a shelf for the only vase she owned. Filling it halfway with water, she put the bouquet in as they were, telling herself she'd tell Arizona they were for her when they sat down to eat.
Arizona had spent the time Callie was in the kitchen to nose around the room from where she sat. Anything to take her mind off of the butterflies in her stomach. They were starting to get the better of her. She liked Callie. She liked Callie a lot. A lot more than she'd liked anybody in a long time. And to be sitting in her living room, on her sofa, while the brunette poured her what she assumed would be a large glass of alcohol, was scaring her. The second she'd said yes to wine, she realized that she wouldn't be able to drive home. She had no idea whether or not Callie had realized this, but there we go. And staying at Callie's house for the night with alcohol could go one of a few ways. They could get very drunk and end up sleeping together. They could get very drunk and end up just falling asleep where they were. They could not get drunk and have the awkward 'where do you want to sleep tonight' conversation. Or they'd not get drunk and have incredible, relationship changing sex. Bad sex wasn't an option, Arizona could tell they had amazing chemistry. The only appealing option from her train of thought was the latter, and she hoped that would be the case.
"How was the end of your shift?" Arizona was pulled out of her head by Callie's voice as the brunette sat down next to her at a respectable distance, handing her a glass of wine. Arizona noted that she was right. It was a large glass of wine. She decided she wouldn't say anything about getting home. It would just worry her. Arizona sighed outwardly thinking about work. The best part about dating another doctor was that they always had something to talk about. They knew what each other's job entailed and how much work needs to be put into it. She Arizona rolled her eyes and dropped her head back against the back of the sofa.
"It was… tedious." She started. "Surgery went well, everything was fine. An hour later the little boy pulled out his IV in his sleep and wouldn't let us put it back in for a good half an hour. Children stress me out." She chuckled once, dryly.
"I couldn't do your job." Callie shook her head slowly, Taking the opportunity to move her hand to Arizona's knee and giving it a squeeze. She hoped the blonde wouldn't mind. When she didn't flinch or shift, or look uncomfortable, Callie left it there and carried on speaking. "Mine was boring though. Paperwork. Nothing interesting. Not once. I was glad to get back."
"Ugh, I hate days like that."
"I don't mind them. At least I got a bit of peace."
"True…" She sighed again. "Food, Calliope."
"Yes." Callie scooped up the menus she'd set aside earlier and handed them to Arizona. "Your pick, I don't care which." She sat back down next to her, setting herself a little closer than the last time so she could peek at the sickly green menu Arizona was holding in her hand. Callie wondered why food places printed their menus on oddly colored paper, but decided not to say anything. It took Arizona all of three minutes to scan through all the menus and pick out a white one.
"This one has good food. I've been here before." She handed it to Callie and tossed aside the others. "I'd steer clear of Kung Pao's." She nodded at the menus. I know someone who got food poisoning from their pork." She shuddered. "Nasty."
"Noted. Pass the menu?" Arizona obliged, picking it out from the small pile and handing it over. Callie crumpled it up and threw it across the room to the trash can, sending it straight in. She felt proud of herself. "Sorted. So. What are you having?" Arizona looked at her for a few seconds, alternating her glances between the trash can and the Latina next to her. "What?"
"That was smooth." She giggled. Callie looked at the wastepaper basket and bit her lip.
"I know." She looked at Arizona with a twinkle in her eye. "What are you having?"
"When?"
"Chinese food, Arizona." The blonde blushed.
"Oh. Let me see."
An hour and fifteen minutes later, Arizona and Callie were at the kitchen table, sharing copious amounts of Chinese food over Callie's idiot idea of candlelight. She thought it would be sweet and romantic. She soon found it wasn't. It was dark, and made eating her food difficult. She hated that all the food in the containers looked exactly the same and didn't like when she picked up something crunchy that Arizona had ordered by mistake. She'd chewed and swallowed, but immediately gulped back a large mouthful of wine to take the taste away. But even though Callie was having trouble, Arizona seemed to enjoy the gesture and that meant a lot to Callie. The flowers had gone down ridiculously well. (She had squealed in a higher pitch than Callie ever thought imaginable and engaged her in a kissing session that would have lasted longer had they not had food to eat.)
"You're the sweetest thing, Calliope." Arizona gushed, sitting down at the table and nervously adjusting her knife and fork.
"It's nothing, really." And to Callie it wasn't. She just liked to be the one putting a smile as big as the one Arizona was wearing on the other woman's face. Callie shrugged nonchalantly.
"You might not think so." Arizona sighed outwardly, still struggling to remove the large grin from her lips.
"So, food. Help yourself." Callie motioned with her fork over the hot plastic containers spread out in front of them. Arizona didn't move. "You first. I like all of it." Callie watched as Arizona carefully peeled off the lids of all the food, inspecting each one in turn before making three choices. "That all you're having?" Callie looked down at Arizona's plate, wondering whether Arizona was being polite or genuinely wasn't hungry.
"For now. Why?" Callie shrugged her shoulders.
"Just wondering." Arizona waited until Callie had filled her plate before starting to eat. She watched as the brunette piled her plate high and couldn't help but smile to herself as she thought up a decent topic of conversation for them both. She thought of a few, but they also sounded lame in her head. When Callie looked like she was struggling for words, she decided to swallow her pride and pick one at random.
"So," she started, gulping. "What do your parents do?" She cringed at her question, hating the fact that it was so first-datey. Callie noticed her grimacing and shook her head, choosing not to try and make the blonde feel better by telling her not to be embarrassed.
"My dad is head of some important law firm." Callie didn't like talking about her family all that much. "My mom… well, I don't really know what she does." Arizona looked confused.
"What do you mean?"
"We don't speak." Arizona looked uncomfortable. "Hey, no, don't worry. It's fine. It's totally fine."
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be!" Callie took the blonde's hand over the table and kissed it, giving her a reassuring look. "What do your parents do?" Arizona relaxed back into her chair and stabbed at some noodles with her fork.
"Mom does something with baking and my dad works in an office. Just regular jobs, really." She shrugged.
The two chatted casually in the kitchen until neither of them could eat any more, and the wine from the first bottle had been drained completely. Callie took one look at it and pulled a face.
"We need more wine." She said, pushing her chair back so she could stand. "If you want some?" She looked up at the clock. "Looks like you're staying the night." She eyed Arizona carefully. The blonde didn't respond. "If that's okay with you? I mean, if you're uncomfortable I could call you a cab, but you can stay on the sofa, I didn't mean you had to come to bed with me or anything, it's just tha-"
"Calliope, sh." Arizona stood up and took it upon herself to start piling up empty plastic containers. Callie took a deep breath and nodded. "Of course I'll stay. You don't need to get me a taxi. I'm not uncomfortable. Everything's fine." She picked up her wine glass and drained it. She wasn't sure if it was the liquid courage or just having Callie close, but she felt brave.
"And about the bed thing," she started, her voice low. "Maybe if you fetch more wine I wouldn't need to stay on the couch." Callie didn't understand, until Arizona raised a sultry eyebrow at her.
"Oh." Arizona laughed. "I'll fetch the wine." Arizona nodded, a smile across her face.
"Wait." She stopped Callie as she turned to walk away. Callie turned back and watched Arizona cross the few steps towards her and encircled her waist with her arms. The blonde tiptoed ever so slightly until their lips were almost touching. Callie swallowed loudly, not sure of what to do. Arizona clearly had the power here. Before Callie could say Arizona's name, she was taken by a hard kiss that almost knocked her backwards off her feet. It took a few seconds, and when Arizona didn't break the kiss, Callie relaxed into it, running her hands down the blonde's slender frame and down over her ass, not able to resist a gentle squeeze. Arizona moaned softly at the gesture and Callie couldn't stop herself, pushing Arizona back into the kitchen table and sliding her hands up her shirt. She went straight for the kill, massaging both breasts she found simultaneously, pressing her thumbs harder over her nipples. Arizona gasped, digging her fingers into Callie's sides.
"Calliope, I can't… I can't wait any longer." Callie understood, nodding quickly and kissing her once more, taking her by the hand and leading her up the staircase without a word. Kissing the whole way, clothes were shed with each few steps they took. The couple got to the top of the stairs and Arizona took charge, shoving Callie up against the wall, holding her there with her hips while her hands took down the last remaining piece of clothing the brunette wore. She stepped out of the panties and kicked them aside, not letting go of Arizona's mouth. This was happening. Callie was nervous. Up until now there had always been an interruption, but this time, there was nothing that could distract them. Nothing at all. Callie slid her hands over the fabric of Arizona's underwear and groaned at the wetness she found. She pulled them off and flung them to join hers somewhere behind them. Callie's bedroom was right down the hall and she had a feeling they weren't going to make it that far. Arizona raked her nails along the inside of Callie's thigh, her mouth making a path down the front of her neck before dropping to her knees. She licked along the marks her nails had made, soothing the stinging sensation that Callie wasn't paying any attention to. Before she even had a chance to moan, Arizona's tongue was swiping across her sex, two fingers sliding inside of her as she worked magic on her clit with steady strokes of her tongue. Callie tangled her fingers in blonde hair and Arizona's free hand moved to steady her at her hips. Callie shook and felt her knees threaten to give way beneath her. She reached out a hand to find something on the wall to hold onto. She found nothing and her orgasm was fast approaching. She knew if Arizona made her come here, she'd fall over, and falling over was not sexy. It was not something she wanted to do on their first time. With the hand still in her hair, Callie gently tugged to bring her to her level and delved her tongue into Arizona's mouth, tasting herself on the other woman's lips. She groaned, flipping them around to slam her hard against the wall she'd just leaned on, trailing her lips down her neck from where she stood. Her right hand dropped between Arizona's thighs.
"You're soaked." Callie purred, hoping her new lover enjoyed dirty talk as much as she did. She seemed to, whimpering and letting her head fall forward onto Callie's shoulder. With the hand not stroking between her legs, Callie ran down her torso, over her the curve of her ass and down her thigh, lifting her leg up and edging it around her own waist. "You're going to need that support." She whispered. No sooner than she spoke, Callie thrust inside her with two fingers. Sharp teeth bit down into her shoulder and Callie smiled to herself, liking the fact Arizona was a biter. She built up a steady rhythm, brushing her thumb against the blonde's clit every few thrusts.
"Oh, God…" Arizona panted into Callie's neck, sucking on a random spot every time she caught a second's breath. She tightened around her fingers, gasping into her neck and digging her fingernails into her back. "I'm.. I'm comi… oh, God, Calliope!" Her leg tightened around Callie's waist as her legs almost gave way when the full force of her orgasm hit her. Hot breath swept past Callie's ear, high pitched pants spilled from Arizona's lips. Callie slowed down her thrusts until Arizona had almost regained regular breathing. Callie pressed their foreheads together and withdrew her fingers, resting them delicately on Arizona's waist. "We didn't even make it to the bedroom." Arizona giggled breathlessly, absent mindedly stroking Callie's spine.
"I don't care." Callie replied with a smug chuckle.
"Give me a second and trust me, I'm taking care of you." Arizona kissed along Callie's shoulder as she spoke. The Latina nodded. She understood that Arizona needed some time to recover.
"You take your time." Callie didn't mind waiting for Arizona. She'd had a taste of how good she was and whatever the wait, it would be worth it.
It didn't take too long for Arizona to stand up straight on her legs, deliver a searing kiss to the taller woman and grab her hand.
"Which room is it?" She asked, looking down the corridor.
"On the left." Callie nodded to the door second away from them. Arizona took a breath and headed for the door, dragging Callie along behind her while the brunette prayed to God that she hadn't left anything lying around that Arizona didn't need to see. She held her breath as Arizona led her through her bedroom door and she kicked it closed behind them. Cristina had promised to stay away all night, so they wouldn't be interrupted. Arizona dropped Callie's hand as soon as the door slammed behind them and she turned around a few steps in front of her.
"Now, Calliope," A sly smile crept across her face as she noticed the obvious effect she was having on the brunette. "Where would you prefer?" Callie didn't respond. "On the bed?" She took a couple of steps closer. "Over the dresser?" She took some more minute steps until she was close enough to whisper in her hear. "Your choice, beautiful." She ended her sentence with a short flick of her tongue over Callie's earlobe. Callie realized she was a goner in that very second. She knew Arizona was assertive and took charge in the hospital. But she had no idea she'd be the same in the bedroom. Especially since this was their first time together. Luckily for Callie, Arizona could tell exactly how she liked it. The woman broke and fixed bones for a living. There was no way a woman like that would prefer gentle lovemaking. Callie's eyes darted around the room as she thought of the best place. Deciding to play it safe, she mumbled her choice.
"Bed." Arizona couldn't understand what she'd said and raised an eyebrow in confusion. "Bed." Callie repeated more clearly. Without a word, Arizona led her new lover to the bed and kissed her, gently pushing them both down onto the mattress. The blonde broke the kiss, running a hand through Callie's hair and smiling at the wetness she felt from the woman underneath her on her thigh.
"You're beautiful."
"Thank you." Callie smiled back, unaware of what the blonde was actually smiling at, and continued the kiss. A few minutes of hand wandering and occasional brush of her clit and Callie was starting to get impatient. What Arizona was doing felt so good, but it wasn't enough. She needed more, and with every push of her hips, Arizona could tell.
"How do you like it?"Arizona sat up on her heels and looked down at the frustrated woman beneath her, her hands continuing to stroke up and down the inside of Callie's thigh. It wasn't helping her think straight at all and she took a millisecond too long to answer before Arizona spoke again. "I could use my hands." She demonstrated with one finger, moving between Callie's legs and slipping inside her a few times with shallow strokes. Callie bit her lip. "Or I could use my mouth…" Callie closed her eyes as she felt Arizona shift her weight and lick across her sex.
"Your mouth," Callie groaned, lifting her hands from the bed and placing them back down. She didn't quite know what to do with them. "Please."
"Of course." Arizona pushed herself farther down the bed, positioning herself comfily between Callie's legs. She was glad Callie chose this option, because there was no way she was leaving this bedroom without tasting the other woman again. As she looked up from her position, she could see every part of Callie's naked body. It was her new favorite thing and she decided then and there, as Callie writhed beneath her ministrations, that she'd gladly do this every single day, and she'd never get bored of watching the brunette come undone because of her. She took her time in pleasing Callie, testing the waters by licking and sucking everywhere, learning what Callie liked and what she didn't, and whenever she gained a bigger reaction, she'd do the same thing a couple of times over before moving onto the next thing, bringing the brunette as close to the edge as possible before pausing and restarting. Callie was getting desperate.
"Arizona," her voice was weak and hoarse. "Just make me come."
