AN: Hey guys, sorry this update took so long. I have a lot of ideas for chapters, but can't decide the order, so it's sorta taking time. Plus, I haven't been all that inspired by the show, you know, with the whole murdering the Calzona relationship thing. I can't say that I'm not looking forward to a little drama and sexual tension for them, but I had hoped the writers would take in a more mature way, and not so day time television. Anyway, I'm not here to rant about that. Here's the next chapter, it's sort of a fluffy filler, or at least, a push to end my writer's block. I hope you like it.
Using the corner of my towel, I smeared the condensation on the mirror that had accumulated during my shower. Now I saw a blurry me…not super helpful. Momentarily giving in, I began to towel my hair, letting my mind stray. It had been a few weeks since the night at the bar, and since then everything had been calm. Arizona and I haven't really spoken, I mean, more than the expected pleasantries required in a day. We're on friend-ish terms, I suppose. Erica and I had eased the tension between us, a little, and we were back into our comfortable routine. The station crew had settled into a nice rhythm, as we once again rose to rock star status, as far as fire companies go.
I glanced around, searching for the pile of cloths I had brought in. However, just as I located said pile, I became distracted by the radio, which happened to be emitting one of my all time favorites. Paying no care to the fact that I was only clad in lacy purple boy shorts and matching bra, I began to, as the song urged, Bust a Move.
I was totally getting into it, how do you not with a song like that? Realizing that I really needed my glasses and boots to complete the moment, I paused looking for my purse. It was then that I noticed a spectator. "You know, it's getting a little creepy to continuously find you watching me dance," I tossed toward the door, still searching for my glasses.
"It's getting a little creepy finding out how accurate it is that you dance around in your underwear about seventy percent of the time." Arizona retorted easily.
I shrugged, "What can I say, this girl loves to dance." I gazed at her for a second, slowly smiling, "You know you want to come dance with me."
Arizona blushed, which was really cute. She tried to cover it up, "What makes you think I want to dance with you?"
I gestured to her with a limp wave of my hand, "You look like crap."
Arizona pouted, furrowing her brows and sticking out her lip. That was also very cute. "Gee, thanks, Calliope."
I chuckled, not knowing why I felt so at ease with her today, "It's Callie. And, I mean, you look like you've had a rough go of it, and who doesn't love to dance to this song… or with me, for that matter?" I slipped on my glasses and put my hands on my hips. "What do you say?"
Arizona hesitated in the doorway, considering me with a weary gaze.
I waggled my eyebrows at her and started moving to the beat, silently encouraging her to join me.
Finally, Arizona took a few steps into the room, seeming nervous. Without thinking, I strode up to her and grasped both of her hands in mine, tugging childishly as I challenged, "Come on, Arizona. Bust. A. Move."
After narrowing her eyes for moment, Arizona's body seemed to relax and a grin slowly spread across her face. Suddenly, Arizona moon walked out of my grasp and began to do pull off The Sprinkler, fairly effectively. She swayed her hips and spun around, before sweeping her hand out, gesturing to me, "Beat that, Torres."
I laughed at her confidence, "Oh, we're having a dance off, are we?" After, receiving her nod of confirmation, I grinned and set my body in motion. I was magnificent, swirling and twirling and ending with the running man. I stepped back, mimicking her gesture.
Her dimples popped as she flashed me a mischievous smile. Her next move was one for the books, I can't even explain what it was exactly, something along the lines of the Macarena, but with a funky twist, and it ended with the splits…it was sexy as hell, despite the fact that I've never laughed so hard at a dance move before. Gasping for breath, I nodded my defeat and waved my hand, signaling her victory.
We began to dance around each other, the song providing an air of frivolity that relieved any pressure from the situation. Somehow, I still can't say for sure who moved to who, but we ended up with our bodies very close. Which wouldn't have been a big deal, if I wasn't so aware that I was only wearing underwear. My breath labored from my lungs and I didn't doubt that my face was becoming redder by the second. I could feel the heat from her body tickling my bare skin, causing goose bumps to erupt. Just as our fronts came into contact, our breasts brushing against each other and our hips bumping sloppily, the song died out.
We pulled away from each other hurriedly, albeit reluctantly. After exchanging shy, flushed grins, we collapsed on the nearest bed, giggling like school girls. I looked at her out of the corner of my eye, taking in her lean arms, toned legs, and flat stomach, which tensed and twitched with her laughter. Her fitted tee and jeans suited her well, and weren't quite connecting at her waist, leaving a strip of exposed skin. The creamy skin appeared soft and inviting, and I could feel my stomach flutter as my mind began to drift. I was quickly mentally entering a forbidden area, when she shifted to her side and propped her head up on her elbow. I shook myself out of my thoughts in time to hear her, "Thanks, for that. I kinda needed it."
"No sweat. You looked…I don't know….worn down. What's up?" I asked, unsure why I cared, but knowing that I did.
Arizona started to answer, then stopped. Her eyes swept down my body, doing very little to hide her actions or reactions. Since we were only a few feet apart, I could see her eyes darken, her tongue dart out to wet her lips, and could hear her soft sigh. Her open display of appreciation for my body elicited a gentle shudder from my very alert nerves. When her deep blue eyes finally found my wide chocolate eyes, she answered in a shaky voice, "I will tell you, but first you have to do something for me…"
My eyes got impossibly wider, "What's that?" I couldn't decide if I was dreading or excited to hear her answer.
Her voice came in a breathy whisper, "Please…please, put some cloths on."
Searching her pleading eyes, I gulped and nodded, hoisting myself up and hastily grabbing my pants and shirt. When I was more presentable, or at least less enticing, I turned back to Arizona. She looked grateful and more comfortable, even though pink still tinged her cheeks.
"Better?" I couldn't help but tease.
She grinned sheepishly, "Yep, much."
We didn't talk about what had just happened. We both knew exactly what had just happened. However, neither was willing to discuss it, so I cleared my throat, "So…what has your panties in a twist today?"
Arizona snapped her face up, glaring at me.
My eyes widened, that was an inappropriately timed phrase, "Sorry, that was my attempt to lighten the mood. I mean, what has you less chipper today, did something happen?" I corrected.
She glared at me for a moment longer, then sighed in defeat. "Crappy date with Harmony." I nodded in understanding, encouraging her to continue. "I mean, we had a good time and everything, but then she made this comment where she referred to me as her girlfriend. I didn't exactly respond well to that. I'm so not ready to be her girlfriend, I thought we were just casually dating. She noticed me get quiet and edgy and confronted me about it. When I told her what I was thinking, she got pissed, and basically dumped me."
I grimaced, "That sucks. You two haven't been seeing each other that long, have you?"
She shook her head, "No, only a few weeks, and I don't know…she's cool, but I don't really feel that much when I'm with her. It's like she's there, but she doesn't change my world…do you know what I mean?"
I nodded, "Sure, I get that." I paused, before smirking, "How was the sex?"
Arizona shrugged, "Eh…not bad."
I scoffed, "Well, that's an alarmingly low amount of enthusiasm. Sounds like you're better off without her."
Arizona sighed, "No, I know that. I didn't have any kind of future with her, I'm just experiencing that feeling of hopelessness that comes with every failed attempt at a relationship."
I chuckled, "Now, that, I really understand."
We settled into a comfortable silence. Arizona finally broke it by cocking her head at me, "Can I ask you a question?"
"Sure."
"Do you only dance to bad 90's rap?"
Momentarily stunned by the abrupt subject change, I grinned back at her, "No, just lucky coincidence for you."
"Question two."
"Shoot."
"Aren't you ever afraid of the guys walking in on you dancing in your underwear?"
I laughed, "Not really."
"Why not?"
"For several reasons. One, I've worked with them so long that it doesn't really matter, plus, it's happened before, it'll happen again. Two, I've slept with two of them, so it's nothing they haven't seen. And, three…they've never looked at me the way you just did, if they do, then I'll worry."
Arizona's jaw dropped, "I thought we agreed to ignore that."
I shot her a innocently confused look, "When did we decide that?"
"It was implied."
I smirked, "Fair enough." I offered my hand out to her, pulling her to her feet when she grasped it, "Come on, let's go see what the boys are up to."
She gazed at me before shaking her head and smiling, leading the way out of the bedroom door. Suddenly, she whipped back around, "Wait, you've slept with two of the guys here?"
I looked down, sheepishly, "Uh, yeah. Sloan and Karev."
Arizona nodded slowly, seeming to take it in, "So…do you still sleep with men, or is that a in the past thing?"
I considered her for a minute. I couldn't decipher the intent behind the question, so I answered cautiously, "Well, I definitely don't sleep with men now, seeing as I'm in a relationship with Erica. And, I will not sleep with men if Erica and I break up. Sloan and Karev were my experiments when I met the first woman I was interested in. I was trying to figure everything out…then I was only with women…then I met Erica."
Arizona's eyes flashed, then she smiled, almost in relief, "So, Erica was not your first?"
I sputtered a laugh, "Uh, no. No. Lots of women before her," Noticing Arizona raise an eyebrow, I added, "Well, not a freakish amount, but a fair amount, a normal amount, you know, enough to know I like women…a lot." Wow, that was all kinds of smooth.
Arizona smirked, "Flustered Calliope is kind of cute." With that she spun on her heel and walked out the door.
"Callie," I muttered as I watched her walk away her curls bouncing and hips swaying to an unheard beat. Noticing the flutter in my stomach and elevating pulse, I inwardly frowned. I don't know if finding out she was gay had something to do with it, or if I was just getting more comfortable with her, or if it was because of the less exciting stage my relationship with Erica was in, or because she was the only other girl in the station, or because she obviously was attracted to me, but one thing was certain…no matter how much I needed to deny it…I was attracted to Arizona Robbins.
AN: Ok, things should start moving a little quicker now…I think. I've got most of it worked out, but you never know what inspiration with throw your way…so…we'll see. Anyway, thanks again for reading.
