CHAPTER 10
It was 7 o'clock in the morning and Arizona was horny. She thought of nothing and no one in particular as she sat on her knees on her bed and slowly snaked her hand into her panties. The touch felt good and she knew it wouldn't take long. She imagined having someone behind her. Someone pressed up against her back. Someone who had their hands into her pants. Someone…
The door to her room burst open and Callie looked in. Arizona gasped out in surprise and pulled the blanket up against her body, her chest red from exertion.
"Shit!" Callie said and immediately turned around, so that she had her back to Arizona "Get dressed. It looks like the snow up high is gonna give. We need to make sure it jumps the house"
And then the latina was gone.
Arizona quickly got dressed and went outside where Callie was shoveling snow off the roof and down the backside of the house up against a steep mountain wall. If they could fill the small gap between the mountain and the house, they could avoid having the house swept away by the snow that was without a doubt going to roll down towards them. It was only a matter of time.
Arizona grabbed a shovel and started working. She could tell that Callie had been at it for a while alone, probably not wanting to wake her up.
They worked for hours until they were both grunting from exhaustion. When the gap was finally filled and packed together by the weight of the women jumping up and down on it, it looked like their hard work might actually save Nella's house. They had effectively created a slide that would direct the snow further down and into the valley.
They climbed off the roof, and the second they got into the house, they heard a rumbling sound.
Arizona froze, but Callie quickly grabbed her hand and pulled her down to the floor, leaning her own body over the blonde's protectively and burying her face in Arizona's hair.
Callie felt Arizona's fast breathing underneath her, and knew there was a fast heartbeat under the chest she could feel pressed against her own.
As the snow rolled over the house and further down the mountain with a loud roar, Callie felt nothing but Arizona's body against her own. The feeling made her forget to breathe, and she swallowed hard when the noise stopped and Arizona started stirring.
"I think we did it" Arizona whispered, almost afraid to pull them out of their little bubble on the floor. Callie felt the same. But none of them knew what the other was thinking. Not yet.
They got up, checked to see if the snow had carried anything with it, but only the tool shed seemed to have moved slightly. And Callie's car was now completely covered in snow.
They went back inside and took off their warm clothes in silence. It had been a pretty strenuous morning, and there wasn't much to say about their situation. Nothing had changed. The snow was still keeping them locked up on the mountain.
Arizona went into the pantry and got out ingredients for lunch. She tried to avoid eye contact with Callie.
The latina walked over to the kitchen counter and she was close enough for Arizona to smell her own body wash on Callie.
"I'm sorry about the…interruption…earlier. I called you from the outside, but you didn't answer. I should have knocked"
Arizona didn't look up.
"It's okay"
When the blonde finally did look up, she met Callie's soulful eyes. They were impossibly dark, and Arizona instantly feared she'd get lost in them if she kept eye contact, so she quickly looked down and started cutting bread.
"Anybody waiting for you in New York? I mean, other than your ex and his women?" Callie then asked.
Callie's comment earned a small smile from the blonde.
"Yeah…well…no… It's…"
"Complicated?"
"Yeah" Arizona breathed out "To say the least"
Arizona's phone rang and sliced through whatever moment the two women were having.
Arizona looked at the screen, took a deep breath, said "speaking of…", and then picked up.
She walked through the room, and into the bedroom, mechanically answering questions and telling about the blocked road. There was no enthusiasm.
Callie and her had been together at the house for over a week, and this was the first time Arizona spoke to whomever it was she was with or not with in New York? It seemed odd to Callie. Detached.
When Arizona came back out, she slumped down on the couch.
"Still complicated?" Callie asked.
"Probably over" Arizona said.
Callie didn't know what to say or if she should say anything at all so she just sat down next to the blonde and stared into the air with her for a long time. The silence was tangible but not uncomfortable. They both felt it.