Title: Probability
Author: gabs88
Pairing: Callie/Arizona
Summary: In the alternate universe of Season Eight, how does the married and seemingly straight Callie Torres find herself in the chronically single Arizona Robbins bed? She's not gay. Right?
Rating: This is an M rating. Just saying.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to ABC/Shonda Rhimes. The story is mine.
Note: Thanks for reading guys! Love reading your feedback and you're all awesome. That's right, I said awesome. Again. :). 'Cause your words are so motivating!
This update and I had issues. I think we sorted them out. Sorry for the delay. Blame the chapter, she was being a bitch.
Probability
Apricots Two
Callie was avoiding her.
Which was okay.
Arizona hadn't slept much the night before last, Callie leaving in a whirlwind after some of the most intense sex of Arizona's life.
Callie had leant forward and kissed her with such softness, and looked at her with deep eyes and opened her mouth and said she was amazing and then she had freaked out and left. Arizona wasn't one to sugar coat things, so she wasn't going to try paint it as anything else. She'd seen the panic flit over Callie's face and then she fled.
Yesterday Callie had the day off and today she had managed to set herself up for back to back surgeries. She had appeared for three minutes in the cafeteria, throwing Arizona's a tight smile and breezed out a, "Gotta get back to the OR."
Arizona had even taken herself to a new level of creepy and looked at the OR board, and there was Callie's name, over and over, back to back surgeries to keep her occupied.
They'd been sleeping together for three months. They'd built a friendship and been having mind blowing sex that entire time.
Which, of course, Arizona told herself, they had kept completely separate from each other. The friendship was one thing and the sex was another. It didn't meld.
Especially for Callie.
It had started, originally, always on Callie's terms, Arizona hesitant to instigate anything in case it scared her off or she freaked her out. However, over the three months, it had become fairly balanced, both sending pages at dodgy times and bailing the other up in interesting places. As Callie gained confidence, so did Arizona.
There was that time in the scrub room, and when Arizona had pulled Callie in to the supply closet in the pit and that one time in the back of Arizona's car in the car park when they had ran in to each other after they'd finished surgery late.
Callie had never freaked out.
Even at the start, the woman had barely freaked out.
They'd started the sleeping together thing and Callie made it clear what she wanted and Arizona had agreed and it had been fine.
Why then, after three months, had Callie panicked and left her apartment like that?
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It wasn't that hard to reign in back to back surgeries. Cardio was an excellent specialty for that. And being head of her department meant she could steal surgeries all over the place.
So after her day off, in which she'd picked the kids up from Owen's apartment early and spent they day keeping them and herself so occupied none of them had time to think, she put herself in back to back surgeries to stop herself thinking again.
Also, maybe, to avoid Arizona.
The only slight break in her day was seeing Arizona in the cafeteria and what occurred afterwards. She'd smiled some kind of smile at Arizona and practically fled the room. Callie had the unfortunate feeling that she wasn't even subtle as she left. She thinks she may have mumbled something about having to get back to the OR.
On the way back up Ellis Grey had practically backed her against the wall.
"Torres!"
Oh Jesus, you did not want this woman yelling your name. She'd plastered a smile on her face, "Yes, Chief?"
Ellis looked up from the chart her face was buried in and peered over her glasses at her. The woman had been walking down the hallway reading and it's like she had just known Callie was there.
"Why has Yang being spending an unprecedented amount of time in the clinic?"
Callie tried not to wince. She'd been good. She'd been well behaved and not shredded Yang in to pieces for dating her husband, or whatever they were doing. However, she may have still being, just occasionally, shoving the resident on to scut and clinic work. Not entirely fair but Callie was still kind of pissed three months on, "Uh-"
"Eloquent, Torres. I'd expect better from someone considered to be the best Cardiothoracic surgeon seen since Burke. Stop being a petty female and being ruled by your emotions. I don't care if Yang is sleeping with your ex husband. I don't care if she's sleeping with all our husbands. She's is the best resident there is in Cardiothoracics and I want this hospital to have her. She has boards in two months and needs more cases. My daughter has been stupid enough to flit off to neuro at the last minute and I will not have us getting some sub par fellow because Yang goes to Mayo where she'll actually get to practice surgery." Ellis was staring in to her soul, she could swear it, "Fix it."
Callie nodded and Ellis turned on her heel and disappeared down the hall way.
Leaning back on to the wall, Callie sighed. Thankfully, no one had been around to hear that humiliation, which was rare. Ellis normally went for public shaming. Angry that her department was being meddled in, and angrier that Ellis had a fair point, Callie stood and squared her shoulders. She stalked in to the scrub room in her OR and started scrubbing in for her valve replacement. A nurse started to walk through, a tray of instruments in her hands.
Callie looked up and tried not to direct her pissed off facial expression at her.
"Page Yang to come immediately please, Karen."
Karen looked at her and nodded, "Right away."
She smiled at Callie and left the room.
She had a really nice ass.
something Callie never really used to look at with women, but every now and again she had started to note these things lately. It was...disconcerting.
She also had blue eyes. They were nice. Callie looked down to her hands as she scrubbed them even harder. Arizona had blue eyes. The bluest Callie had ever seen, actually. When she looked up at Callie, lips pressed to her stomach, it never failed to make her moan and put her hands to her hair, pushing her-
Callie bit her lip and scrubbed in harder again.
It was going to be a long day.
She needed to cut.
What she really needed was Arizona's tongue and an on call room. She was used to that, now. It was rare they went two days without a meet up and after three months, Callie had become a little spoilt with it.
But something was stopping her.
So instead, she needed to cut.
She finished work at seven and sat in her car in the car park, Owen taking the kids on a spontaneous dinner due to her rigorous surgery line up, and now the silence was loud.
Just months ago, she had a husband and a white picket fence and was kicking ass at life. She had thought she had ticked all the boxes in her life. But, of course, those boxes had been collapsing and it would seem that in her desperation to tick them off she'd gone about it in all the wrong ways.
Her and Owen had been falling apart for what felt like ever.
Probably even far before she'd found herself on her living room floor with Allegra's screams in her ears.
Now, she had attended court to file for their separation and she was getting divorced.
And she had spent the last three months sleeping with a paediatric surgeon.
Who happened to be a woman.
And that was okay, because sex didn't have to mean anything.
It would appear they had a sexual chemistry and that's all it was. They got along well out of the on call room, too, and that just made it better. She'd made a friend and that friend just happened to be capable of some damn good distraction techniques. It was fun and easy and Callie didn't have to think. Addison had urged it on and-
Callie started the car.
She needed to see Addison.
She pulled out of the lot and started heading for her best friend's house.
The night she had turned up at Arizona's, Callie had felt like a wreck inside.
You don't get divorced. Her mother was barely speaking to her and her father was being supportive, because he just wanted her happy, but even his voice went tight at the word divorce and he struggled to talk to her about it. Her and her father never struggled to talk.
But her marriage had failed for too many reasons to count.
And Callie, along with that, felt like a failure.
She had failed to help her husband get better, had failed to be the supportive partner. She'd tried. After he'd messed her up by throwing her in to that cabinet, she'd made him seek help and had thought welcoming him back had been what was best. In hindsight, it probably made things worse. For both of them.
Then they'd left that courthouse, names signed over too many dotted lines to count, and Owen had gone one way, where his kids were with his mother and to where he'd take them to his apartment for the night, and Callie had gone the other. She'd found herself hit in the stomach with a bout of loneliness so deep it made her gasp.
She'd gone to Joes, because she hadn't wanted to go home.
Callie couldn't face an empty house that symbolised their entire damn marriage.
And she had wanted to see Arizona.
She wanted to be sweaty and pressed against her and she wanted her body to be too tired to think. So much so that all she could do was pressed her face against the other woman and revel in that feeling that sex between them left her with.
She just wanted to talk to her. To discuss it all, how she was feeling and how to make it better.
She just wanted to see Arizona.
Arizona hadn't answered her text.
Callie drank a glass of wine incredibly slowly and finally Arizona had answered. She'd take an hour, apparently.
An hour had been too long to wait.
Callie was bouncing her leg on the chair and she needed to see Arizona.
She went to her house, something she hadn't done that entire three months they'd been doing this. Callie had some sort of boundary there even she didn't understand. Like all the sweaty, hot sex didn't mean anything if it was kept to somewhere neutral, like the hospital.
Arizona opened the door and the smell of apricots washed over her and Callie felt shaky and still all at once.
That smell was just so Arizona.
She really hadn't known sex like what they had could happen between two women. Theoretically, she knew it must be good. Satisfying. Mutually, so. However, Arizona had taught her that it could be everything sex between a man and a woman could be, and, sometimes, even more.
That sex that night blew her mind. Arizona between her legs, her back against her front and fingers driving Callie over the edge even as she felt Arizona tighten around her own, a sensation Callie had discovered could send her over the edge alone it was that hot. They hadn't gotten to have that, in the on call rooms, not that freedom to move. But on that king size bed, with no hospital outside to pull them up and immediately out of it, they'd had it.
Callie had fallen in to her, face pressed to Arizona's neck, just as she'd wanted to do, and Arizona had wrapped her arms around her and for a moment, Callie had forgotten that they were casual. That Arizona wasn't a man.
She'd forgotten that.
How did she forget that?
In the feel of her and the smell of her sheets, so Arizona, and the taste of sweat on her lips as she kissed her neck. In the feeling it left in her chest, like her divorce and her parents weren't looming over her. In the contentment she felt as she felt Arizona's lips graze the top of her head.
She'd pulled back and Arizona looked so content and her cheeks were flushed and Callie had kissed her.
She'd never kissed her like that. That kiss was soft and sensual and it wasn't just sex in an on call room. The look in Arizona's eye as she pulled away had made Callie murmur the words that she was amazing.
And Arizona smiled that smile that never failed to have Callie tugging her hand through to her office and said, softly, that they were amazing.
And Callie's heart had sped up at they and a smile was on her face and they-fuck-
Callie wasn't gay.
She had just gotten divorced.
From a man.
Divorced.
Her whole life was becoming foreign to her and Callie felt her heart race faster, however this time, not in a pleasant way.
She was in Arizona's room and she was smiling and they were whispering words and Callie had kissed her, and Arizona had responded, so gently and she had to get out of there.
She had to get out of there, because what all that meant, could mean, was too much.
Callie couldn't handle that.
And now it was two days on and she was headed to Addison's.
She missed Arizona, and that made her want to avoid the woman even more.
Addison was starting to look a little less like a sleep deprived monster and was looking more like a sleep deprived mother.
Ryley was now sleeping more than three hours straight at a time and Addison's boobs had stopped being so sore and when Callie stopped by, she no longer fell asleep in her tea. Callie revelled in holding the baby, his bright blue eyes like his dads and his soft red hair like his mothers and he had this way of watching you that made Callie smile. She loved babies, they made her go mushy and coo like an idiot. Addison would lay on the couch and pass out and Callie would let her sleep a few hours and play with Rylie.
Now though, slowly, at almost three months, Addison was getting a touch more sleep and was coming back in to the world.
The said woman answered the door and a smile spread over Callie's lips.
"You look like you've showered!"
Addison took the insult like a champ, giving a nod and handing a smiling Rylie over, "I even washed my hair, Callie." She stood to the side to let Callie walk through, "And not just because it had spit up in it so I held that clump under running water, I shampood and conditioned and I shaved my legs."
Callie's eyebrows shot up, as she walked through the hallway, Addison following, "Is Mark Sloan about to get lucky?"
Addison narrowed her eyes at her as she looked of her shoulder, "Lower your voice! It's on the cards in this moment because I have found some energy, but he has no idea and I don't want him to because chances are I'll fall asleep again."
Callie chuckled and walked in to the living room, kissing the soft baby neck and making Rylie gurgle. She settled in an armchair and Addison sat back on the the couch. Callie lay Rylie on his back on her legs and he looked up at her wide eyed, taking her in. She smiled at him and he held her fingers in his chubby hands and finally smiled at her again after deciding she passed some kind of baby test. Callie looked up at Addison, who was watching Rylie with a soft smile on her lips.
"Addie, you're even sitting on the couch and not laying. Who are you?"
Addison smirked and rolled her eyes, "I feel like I'm just exhausted and not comatose. It's refreshed me."
Callie nodded, "I told you it would get better."
"It's hard to imagine at week four of no sleep and endless nappies and squealing. Now at week eleven I see a light." Addison chewed her lip for a second, "I spoke to my mother last week."
Callie made a face and poked her tongue out at Rylie. Addison's mother was not much fun, "How did that go?"
"She said that of course I'm tired, I've not hired a nanny, and I'm a baby doctor, shouldn't this all be a breeze?"
Callie choked a laugh, and Addison rolled her eyes. Callie wiggled her fingers making Rylie hold on tighter, "Didn't you know that being a baby doctor means you instantly have a baby that sleeps through the night?"
Addison leant back deep in to the cushions, "Clearly. It's been a dream."
Callie chuckled, "But worth it."
Addison made that soft gooey smile again as she watched Rylie, "It really is. Mark's even been-well, helpful. Hands on. Still."
Callie tried to hide her surprise, "Good."
"You'll warm up to him one day, Callie."
"Never."
Addison rolled her eyes again, "Anyway. So-what can I owe this visit to? Kids with Owen?"
Callie nodded, "I had back to back surgeries and they ran long, so he took them for dinner and will have them tonight."
"You know you're head of the department and can palm that off, right? Be home at a decent time?"
Callie shrugged non commitedly, "I know."
Addison looked at her shrewdly and sometimes Callie hated how well she knew her, "Unless you didn't really have back to back surgeries and wanted time for your sex friend?"
Callie glanced up from the bundle of cuteness in front of her, "No. I was in surgery."
Addison's face fell, "Well. That's boring. And rare for you. It sounds like you two do it all over the hospital."
"I tell you too much."
"A scrub room, Callie? Seriously?"
Callie didn't look at her, "In my defence, it was late."
"How does late make that any more hygienic?"
Callie shrugged and smiled widely down at Ryle, "It doesn't."
"You going to tell me she started it?" Callie was silent, "You started it?" Callie finally looked up and Addison was, again, grinning delightedly, "I love the you who's having rampant lesbian sex."
Callie tried not twitch at the word lesbian, "Can't we just call it sex?"
Callie missed the raised eyebrow as she kept her eyes on the baby, "Fine, the you who's sexing it up everywhere like a nun who's discovered the orgasm."
Callie tugged Rylie up gently so he was sitting wobbly on her knees, smiling delightedly at the new position as she supported his head. He was enthralled with her and Callie chose to ignore Addison's words.
Addison sat back up, leaning her elbows on her knees and watching her, "seriously though. The scrub room?"
Callie had the decency to flush pink, "No one was around."
Addison pondered for a moment, "Mark and I did it in the elevator at work once."
Callie rose to the challenge, "Attending's car park."
"Elevator of a hotel."
"Supply room in the pit."
"Hotel pool."
"My desk."
"The hallway outside Marks apartment."
"The stairwell between the basement and paeds."
"You're a horny teenager." They were both grinning.
Callie shrugged, still smiling "I was allowed to-there were no strings, it was relaxed, it was all easy. It was refreshing."
"Why the past tense?"
Callie studiously kept her eyes on the baby, "I think it needs to stop."
"What!? Why!?" Addison had sat up and raised her voice so loud Rylie had startled. She cleared her throat and asked in a more sedate tone, "I mean,uh, why?"
Callie was blinking at her with wide eyes, looking amused, "Uh-because it's been going on for months. It should stop."
She went back to looking to Ryley as she felt eyes burning in to her.
"Uh-why?"
Callie gave a half shrug, "I'm basically divorced, court done and paper work signed. I'm a mother of three. I need to stop f-" She stopped and looked at Rylie, who blinked at her and drooled on her hand, "I need to stop sleeping with a woman all over the hospital."
"Why do you do that?"
Callie looked up at Addison, "What?"
"Always mentioned the 'woman' bit-who cares?"
Callie looked surprised for a moment, "Um, I don't know. Because she is one. And I'm straight."
Addison just stared at her, and Callie got uncomfortable and looked back to Rylie.
Addison spoke, "I still don't understand why you're stopping."
Callie sighed, leaning back against the chair and lifting Rylie to lay on her chest, where he snuggled in. She looked at Addison, "It was something fun, a distraction. Casual. It's been three months and my divorce is final. It's time it ended."
Addison was watching her with that shrewd expression again and Callie shifted under her stare, patting Rylie on the back as he started to fuss.
"Why end something that's working?"
Callie sighed, "Addie, why is this such a big deal? It should end before it stops working, really. Arizona and I can go back to being just friends and I'll sort out this single mum business."
"And you're fine with that? Ending the sex and just being 'friends'?" Addison did the most overly expressed quotation marks ever.
Callie chose to ignore them, "Of course I am, why wouldn't I be?"
"Because you'll be ending really good sex."
"I'm not a horny teenage, I'll cope."
"Didn't she make you pass out once?"
Callie coloured, "Once. God, I over share with you. Yes, I'll miss the sex. But it'll be fine. I'll eventually start dating again," Ugh, the thought of that made Callie exhausted just thinking about it, "And have good sex again and Arizona will go back to doing," Callie waved her hand around as the other cupped the diapered bottom of Rylie, "whatever she was doing and we'll be friends and everything will be fine."
"Friends?"
Callie looked surprised, "Yes. Friends. Why the doubting tone?"
"You want to be friends."
Callie nodded, of this she was sure, "Of course. She's great."
Addison was staring intently at her.
"And you'll just...stop. That's it. No more sex."
"Yes?"
"After three months of having sex whenever you want?"
"We weren't having it that often."
"Okay."
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
"I'm not."
"Good."
"Okay."
"Stop saying that."
"Okay."
"Addie!"
"Fine! Now since you're the last to touch my son you have to change the nappy that is about to be filled. He's doing his bum wriggle."
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Arizona had her feet up on her coffee table and was currently watching The Mummy on TV.
Callie had managed to avoid her all day and Arizona had a bad feeling in her gut. She'd gotten home, thrown on some sweat pants and had dragged out the block of chocolate that she always had stashed in her fridge. She had considered doughnuts but liked to think things weren't that dire.
Besides, she'd eaten them all last night.
She was tempted to text Callie. To be playful, funny, witty and overly charming.
To be the herself she was with Callie.
But Callie had clearly freaked out and was now avoiding her and half of Arizona wanted to playfully text her and be friend like, and the other half that was the half sleeping with Callie wanted to give her space.
The result of this was that Arizona had picked up her phone and put it down again about ten times in the last hour. occasionally she'd even swipe her finger over unlock before locking it and dropping it back down again. Arizona would go back to watching the undead start to look less dead while idiots became very dead and dried out corpses and then repeat the process of reaching for her phone.
Give Callie space. She obviously wanted it and they were only friends. Arizona could give the woman her space.
She tried to ignore the minor panic that was occurring in the back of her brain.
Because she wasn't allowed to feel panicked. They were just friends.
And besides, she wasn't panicked. She was Arizona Robbins. She did casual relationships and calm in her sleep. She didn't get panicked.
She also usually didn't do newborns, at all, as a rule. But that wasn't the point.
Callie wasn't a newborn. She was the straight co-worker who had kids and was getting a divorce that Arizona had befriended and become sex friends with. That was all.
She had just gotten to the part in the movie where the cat walked across the piano when someone knocked on the door and, she won't lie, made her jump so hard she kicked the remote of the couch.
Maybe this movie freaked her out more than she wanted to admit.
Standing up and putting the now empty packet of chocolate on the coffee table, she wandered over to the door. It was-she checked her watch-after nine thirty and she had no idea who would be knocking on her door.
She pulled it open to see Callie standing there.
A smile, unbidden, crossed her lips, "Calliope. Hey." She stared at her almost a little dazed.
Callie swallowed and smiled at her, "Hey."
They looked at each other for a moment before Arizona realised what she was doing and stepped back. Callie walked in to the apartment and turned, facing Arizona who shut the door and leaned back against the middle of it, hands behind her back and looking at the woman in front of her.
They stared again, eyes intent.
The silence was awkward, strange.
Callie gave a laugh and Arizona echoed it, hating that it sounded strange.
They always talked easily.
Arizona gave a smile, "How was all your surgeries?"
Callie crossed her arms, relieved someone had spoken, and nodded, "Good. Hectic."
"Yang was back in there?" Arizona had been intrigued by that.
Callie rolled her eyes, "Ellis cornered me and reminded me, ever so gently, that I am a teacher first and a scorned woman second."
Arizona's eyebrows raised, "Gently?"
Callie gave a laugh, "Not gently at all. The word 'petty' may have been used."
"Scorned woman?"
"Apparently I'm quoting old romance novels."
Arizona gave a smile, her head tilted slightly and she looked at Callie. Waiting. Callie shifted back on her feet.
"I-uh, I'm sorry. About the other night. Leaving so quickly."
Arizona watched her, nodding.
"I just-I kind of, realised, you know. I'm getting divorced, the kids..." Callie trailed off and Arizona just kept watching her, head tilted slightly, an understanding look on her face.
Callie had no idea what to say in this situation. They weren't breaking up. How did you end a casual friends with benefits? Arizona had been so okay with the casual thing, had gone along with it happily. She'd never asked Callie for more. Callie hadn't even got the feeling she wanted more. It'd had worked so well. Amazingly.
'We're amazing.'
Callie cleared her throat and smiled, "I just wanted to say, maybe we should, with everything how it is, you know, go back to being, friends. Without all the, uh-"
"Sex?"
Callie nodded, "Right. Without all the sex."
Arizona was nodding again, face still neutral. She watched Callie and ignored the upset flip her stomach did that Callie wanted to end this. What had she expected? Callie had made it clear what she wanted, Arizona had gone along with it. Callie was a straight mother of three.
Arizona nodded slightly more enthusiastically and stood up slightly straighter against the door, "Yeah, of course."
Something unreadable flashed over Callie's face before she looked kind of relieved.
The looked at each other again, the air still awkward.
Callie smiled, "Okay. It's just-"
"You don't need to explain, Callie." Arizona smiled at her softly and Callie gave her a thankful smile back.
"Okay. I, uh, I should go-it's getting late and I have an early surgery tomorrow."
Arizona nodded and watched her move towards the door. Callie was about to walk out and leave and Arizona was going to go back to being her friend who wasn't allowed to touch her anymore.
Callie was standing in front of her, reaching for the door handle even as Arizona was leaning against the door. Their shoulders were almost brushing and Arizona turned her head, eyes searching out Callie's.
"Callie..." Her voice was a whisper.
Callie turned her head, and stood, hand on the door knob, she paused. Their lips were an inch apart and their breath mingled between. Arizona, for once, didn't play by Callie's rules. She leaned forward, pausing with her lips barely touching her's. She hovered for a moment, then leaned back, barely perceptively. Callie, as if drawn to her, followed the barely noticeable movement and closed that gap, lips pressing to Arizona's.
It was all it took for Arizona to push forward, mouth parting against Callie's and deepening the kiss. Callie's hands came up and she pushed Arizona completely against the door, hands bracing against the wood as she caged her in. Legs entwined and she felt Arizona's arms wrap around her back, one sliding up against her neck, fingers turning in her hair and tugging.
Callie pulled back slightly, and gave a smile, slightly breathless, her forehead resting on Arizona's. Even as their kissing calmed down, as Arizona rolled her hips, thigh pressing up against Callie, who gave a slight gasp.
Callie shook her head, "This isn't stopping."
Arizona tilted her head slightly, lips brushing near Callie's before pulling back, "Once more won't hurt?"
Callie hesitated, "It wont?"
Arizona shook her head and waited.
She didn't have to wait long.
Callie leaned forward, lips on hers again and Arizona almost sighed. Her hands fell away from the door, fingertips tracing at the skin between Callie's shirt and pants, stroking circles and raising goosebumps. Arizona rolled her hips, pressing her thigh up against the warmth between Callie's legs and her head fell back against the door as Callie reciprocated the motion. Arizona spun them, then, Callie's back hitting the door and Arizona pressed her lips hungrily against hers.
If this was it, she'd make Callie Torres remember her.
Their kiss was tongue and teeth and the sucking of bottom lips.
Callie's back arched as Arizona slipped her hands under her blouse and dragged her nails up, gliding over soft skin and along ribs. She ran her finger tips along the under side of Callie's bra, lips never leaving hers and finger tips teasing soft skin. She touched her everywhere around her chest, everywhere but where Callie's was begging her to with her body. Her back continued to arch, Arizona's thigh between hers building a rhythm that had them both gasping. If either of them were paying any attention, they would have noticed that the door was shuddering slightly with their movements, making more noise than was probably appropriate. Her fingers ran along the skin of Callie's breasts, over soft material, never brushing the nipples straining out to be touched. Callie's hands were gripping her hips, guiding their movement and ensuring they didn't stop.
Her head finally fell back against the wood in a gasp as Arizona's thumbs swiped over her through the bra, a loud groan falling from her throat. Arizona pressed her lips to her throat, teeth grazing up to the spot behind her ear that always made Callie grasp her fingers harder. She felt nails against her skin and smirked, before dropping her hands, pulling the material of Callie's shirt up. She tugged the material of her bra aside and with no hesitancy, sucked Callie's nipple in to her mouth, teeth and tongue causing already hardened skin to pebble more. One of Callie's hands flew up to bury in her hair, gripping harshly as she groaned again. Arizona rolled her hips slightly faster, able to feel the heat of Callie against her thigh and feeling Callie's thigh against her own. Callie whimpered as she bit down then blew against her flesh. Her hand tugged up and Arizona's lips crushed against hers, teeth nipping at soft lips. Callie was rocking her hips against her thigh, their rhythm harder and Callie's hand was grasping at her hip with a firmer grip.
She could come like this.
But she didn't want the last time with Callie to be like that.
Not when she couldn't feel her.
She undid Callie's button of the dress pants she wore to work that clung just right and slipped her hand in, swallowing Callie's moan. She ran her fingers against her through her underwear and moaned herself, the material wet through already. Callie's bucked against her as her fingers teased and she felt her hand leave her lip, fingers against her stomach before pushing down passed her pants and underwear. Callie didn't even give her time to register before two fingers were pressed in to her, fingers already pulling out and thrusting as Arizona gave a strangled noise and dropped her head to her shoulder. Her hips moved with Callie's and Arizona moved her hand in to Callie's underwear and mimicked her, two fingers sliding through slick heat and pumping hard in to her.
Callie turned her head and bit down on her neck as she groaned, loudly. Both their hips thrust with their hands, thighs pressed against them to back up their movements. Callie's hand gripped the back her neck still and Arizona barely registered that she was going to have bruises there. Callie was tight against her fingers even as she grunted in to her ear, "More, fuck, I want more of you."
Arizona added a third finger with her next thrust and Callie's head flew back, hitting the door and just adding to the noise they were already making against it. Arizona took the opportunity to duck her head and wrap her lips around her nipple again and she bit down against it as she felt Callie's thumb against her clit.
Callie's hand slid up her neck and buried completely in to her hair, holding her head against her chest. She was saying "Oh, God" over and over and Arizona finally pushed back up, lips kissing her and trying to swallow her moans. Her hand left Callie's hip and cupped the back of her head, holding her there as she felt her tensing. Arizona was tensing with her and she felt Callie's hips losing their rhythm, both of their hips thrusting in short bursts as they sought the final contact they needed. Arizona, unable to focus on kissing her anymore, pressed their foreheads together and their lips opened soundlessly. She curled her fingers and felt Callie do the the same, felt her tighten around her fingers as she started to come. Callie came with another strangled cry as Arizona did so wordlessly, her orgasm rolling over her like a wave, forcing herself to keep her eyes open and watch Callie while she still could.
She watched as her head fell back again, watched her eye lids flutter. She watched as long as she was able and then finally let her head fall against her, burying her face in the spot between her shoulder and her neck. Her lips pressed to sweaty skin there and both of their bodies finally stopped moving, the aftershocks fading.
She kept her face pressed to Callie's skin and pulled her hand out, missing the warmth and feel of her instantly. She wiped her hand on her pants and pressed it, palm flat, against the wood near Callie's shoulder. She kissed the skin under her lips as Callie's hand left her to rest against her hip, weakly. Her head was still against the door and Arizona finally pushed herself back, looking at Callie again. Her eyes were closed, face slightly flushed. Arizona loved how her skin flushed, the natural tone of her skin darkening and accentuating her cheek bones. When her cheeks were flushed like that, they highlighted her eyes, making them look almost black with desire.
And there they were. Callie's eyes opened and her head straightened slightly. She looked at her and Arizona smiled, Callie's lips curling up as hers did. Her eyes, they were soft again, like the other night before Callie fled her bed.
They looked at each other for what could have been minutes to Arizona but what was probably only moments. Callie's eyes were the dark hue Arizona knew they would be and the look in them made her heart pound.
And then the same look flashed over her features that happened the other night, only faster. A split second of puzzlement before a moment of panic before it slipped in to something else entirely.
Callie's lips, bruised, opened, "I should go."
Arizona nodded, expecting this. Knowing, when she'd turned her head and spoken Callie's name, where it would lead.
"Okay."
And Callie kept looking at her with an expression Arizona couldn't read. Arizona reached her hands up and tugged Callie's shirt down, smiling at her and Callie stayed leaning against the door, palms flat against the wood either side of her hips as Arizona stepped back.
Callie watched her, face caught between that strange expression and panic and finally stood straight. She smiled, "I'll see you at work?"
Arizona nodded, making her self return the smile. It was her work smile, she thought, but whatever worked, "Yeah, of course."
Callie nodded and reached for the door handle, turning it. Right before she stepped through it, she turned around, looking a Arizona, "Friends, right?" Arizona tilted her head to look at her, "I like our friendship, Arizona."
Arizona nodded, smiling again, "Of course."
Callie stepped out, pulling the door shut behind her.
Arizona let the door close and turned, leaning against it and sliding down slowly. She let her head lean back against the wood, turning it so she could see her TV. Brendon Fraser was heroically sword fighting mommies.
She concentrated on that and tried to ignore the thoughts on how she was supposed to go back to just being Callie's friend.
Callie hovered outside the door for a split second. Then she made herself walk down the hallway.
She left with the taste of apricots on her tongue and the smell of it on her clothes, with the faint tint of confusion at the back of her throat she chose to ignore.
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