AN: This one's M.
"Happy 17 Hour Anniversary," Callie whispered into Arizona's ear. She had slipped behind her wife, her gorgeous blonde haired wife, and trapped her between the desk and her own body. And even though she was wearing her scrub cap, and her face was scrubbed free of the makeup she had worn at their wedding, she was radiant. Arizona had a natural beauty that was always evident. Free of make up, and in ill fitting scrubs, her white lab coat wrinkled, and in that stupid butterfly scrub cap that she would never admit to loving, Arizona was as gorgeous now as she was the day they had met ten years previously.
"Hmm, yes," Arizona whispered back, her body leaning heavily into Callie's. "Which one is that? Paper? No, that's one year. Gold, maybe?"
"You're funny Robbins." Callie slipped one of her hands from the desk and onto Arizona's waist. If this day had gone like they had planned, they would be naked in bed right now. Sofia's day had gone as planned though, and for that they were both thankful. The Colonel and Barbra had texted her earlier, saying that they had Sofia and would coordinate with Carlos for the breakfast grandchild exchange the next day.
And while it hadn't gone to plan, Callie doubted that either of them would have changed how the day had played out, except for missing their wedding night with their daughter, it truly had been a perfect day.
"Are you busy?" She asked the woman in her arms, pulling the small body tighter into her own.
"Not right now, I have another surgery in an hour. Lots of kids on that bus, and Alex is dealing with something serious."
Checking her watch, she noted the time and said "Come with me." Callie gripped Arizona's hand, and dragged her to the on-call room that was just down the hall from the ORs. Finding no one inside, Callie slipped in, pulling Arizona in behind her.
"We have to be quick, Calliope." Arizona said, already pulling her lab coat off.
"We're not here to have sex Arizona." She said with a laugh, loving the pout that formed on Arizona's face. "Here, sit." She pointed to the couch.
"This has been very misleading for our 17 Hour Anniversary." Arizona pouted again, but her lips quickly formed a smile, making Callie wish they could have sex. "Sex isn't the traditional gift?"
"No, you've been on your leg for almost 40 hours. So you're going to take off your pants, and then you're going to take off your leg, and I am going to massage your leg." Callie pulled her phone out, and quickly sent a text to Meredith, asking if she could bring an ice pack to them, because the cold would help Arizona as well.
Arizona sighed, but finished removing her lab coat, and started removing her pants before she sat down to remove her leg. When she was done, Callie had a different idea and grabbed one of the blankets from the beds, she handed the blanket to Arizona who took it with a quirk of her eyebrow, and Callie quickly scooped the smaller woman into her arms, and turned to sit on the couch herself.
Settling Arizona in her lap, where she could comfortably reach the residual limb with both hands, and spread the blanket over Arizona's lower half. Arizona smiled, and twined her arms around her neck, and Callie felt warmth spread through her as her wife, her gorgeous wife, pressed a hard kiss to her cheek.
"It's too bad you said no sex Calliope," Arizona had husked into her ear, causing Callie's fingers to falter on the residual limb, and her breath to catch in her throat as she continued, "When you handle me like that, when you remind me how strong you are, how adept you are at taking control of my body and doing what you want to it… I could come just thinking about it."
Callie felt the shudder run through her, felt the way hot arousal pooled in both her's and Arizona's cores. She wanted to give in, want to do exactly what Arizona said, wanted to take her body and have her way with it, wanted to make the woman in her arms be the woman beneath her. But she had a time limit, and now fifty minutes wouldn't be nearly enough time to do that. Quick and dirty was always okay with Callie, and obviously Arizona, but she also knew that what they were doing right now would be more beneficial.
A knock sounded at the door, and they both jumped slightly, and when Callie called "come in" her voice croaked like that of a pubescent boy. Which she kind of was when Arizona was pantsless in her arms, even when what she was doing was completely non sexual. Except for those few times that Arizona had made it sexual.
Kind of like she had made it this time.
It wasn't Meredith, but one of the residents whose name she couldn't remember. "Uh, Dr. Torres? Oh crap, sorry, Dr. Robbins I didn't mean to see anything." He had spun quickly, and held the ice pack up over his shoulder. "Dr. Grey asked me to bring this to you. Here. Bring this to you here. I'm sorry."
Callie was about to burst into giggles, but Arizona laughed first. "It's okay, Dr. Schmitt, you can turn around."
Callie did laugh when the young doctor did turn around, but had squeezed his eyes shut.
"Dr. Schmitt, open your eyes, hand Dr. Torres the ice pack, and then go." Arizona said, laughter in her voice still.
"Are you sure Dr. Robbins?"
"Schmitt!" Both she and Arizona said loudly. They both laughed when he squeaked, and did what she had asked, almost stumbling as he ran out of the room, slamming the door shut behind him.
Callie quickly lifted the blanket and placed the ice pack on Arizona's limb, the blonde letting out a soft sigh, the relief evident on her face.
"I'm not saying that you're right Calliope, but this was a good idea." Arizona sighed again, resting her head on Callie's shoulder and tightening her arms around her neck. "This almost beats sex."
Callie laughed, "Almost?"
"Hmm, I mean it's not even close. Not really even in the same lane."
"So I was right?" She teased, removing the ice pack and massaging the area again, relieved that some of the tightness was leaving the muscles there.
"No one said that."
"How about this, we still have forty minutes left before you have to go to your surgery, that's two more increments of ten minutes of ice, why don't we make out a little next time?" She really only needed one hand to hold the ice pack in place, and she really really wanted to make out with her wife.
"Why can't we make out now?" Arizona asked, but she hadn't moved to initiate the make out session, and Callie was sure that Arizona had needed this more than she was letting on in all the teasing.
"Because I need both of my hands for this."
"You make a valid point Dr. Wife." Warmth swelled in Callie's chest.
As soon as she replaced her hands with the ice pack, Callie claimed Arizona's lips with her own and wasted no time in deepening the kiss. This is was the kind of kiss that spoke of the depth of the longing and desire she had for the blonde. As their tongues battled, she could tell that Arizona was letting Callie take the lead. Even though small hands threaded their way through her air, and Callie had slipped one of her hands around Arizona's waist and under her scrub top to splay her hands against a warm back, Arizona was giving up the reigns to Callie.
And she took it glady, loving every second of the moment. Outside of the bedroom, they were equals, in everything they did. With Sofia they made decisions together, planned and coordinated so that they could each have special alone time with her, and did the same so they could have time together as a family.
In the bedroom, they were equals as well, but the roles reversed and switched often, and the way that at any given moment, Arizona could be dominant and aggressive in the bedroom, dragging Callie to completion with rough force, turned her on. Or the way that Callie could do that for Arizona, it was a role that she loved.
But some of her favourite experiences with the blonde, was the way that they could be this way, gently and lovingly walk that path together, embraced with tenderness and compassion.
It was with sadness that she pulled away from the kiss, and resumed her ministrations on Arizona's leg, the blonde settling against her shoulder again with a heavy sigh of contentment.
"You were right, Calliope. I needed this. Not the making out, I always need that. This, being in your arms, kind of, while you massage my stumpy leg."
"Hey, I don't like it when people say that." She actually hated it, hated the jokes she heard on an almost daily basis in her line of work. She recognized that people were making the best of their situation, but it was one joke that had always grated on her nerves.
"Callie," Arizona started, lifting her head from Callie's shoulder, and Callie felt as a warm hand tilted her face so that Callie was looking at her. And she looked happy.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have snapped."
"It's okay Callie. Why did you though?"
Callie sighed, "I just don't like those jokes. I don't know. But I have to laugh because every amputee makes them, and they all think they're original. It feels like a cover for sadness."
And the way that Arizona smiled at her, the way that small and pale hand tightened on her chin, filled Callie with so much love that her hands faltered on the limb again.
"Hey, hey Calliope. Is that all this is? This sadness over a bad joke?"
"No. Sometimes… sometimes I still feel guilty for not saving your leg." And she did. Rarely, and never for longer than a moment, but it happened sometimes.
Instead of pulling Arizona in for another kiss when she switched back to the ice pack, she went willingly when Arizona pulled their foreheads together.
"I can't stop that from happening, and I'm sorry for that. I feel like that guilt is my fault. So let me tell you this. It took a long time for me to be comfortable with my body again, with the fact that I am disabled. It took me a long time to even let you, the woman who I knew loved me, to help a little bit. How long did it take after it happened?"
Callie looked into the blue eyes of her wife, and when she found nothing but compassion and love she answered. "216 days." She had counted.
"216 days. Wow." Arizona had looked surprised at that, like she didn't know exactly how long it had been, like Callie did. "And this time around, of us being together, how long did it take?"
"It happened before we started. You let me help you the night before we kissed after Catherine Fox."
"That's right. I'm not sad or mad or uncomfortable anymore, this is who I am. I know I blamed you for a lot longer than 216 days, and I shouldn't have. I should have realized that I much preferred being alive than I preferred to have two legs. But it's been seven years now, and I am comfortable. And I never let you know how much you helped with that, you gave me my life back Calliope, when you saved it by telling Alex to take the leg, and then again when you showed me I was worth loving."
Arizona pressed a soft kiss to her lips, and then reached up to wipe the tears from her eyes.
"I am whole, Calliope. I am happy, and healthy, and alive, and I am whole."
Something inside Callie broke then, and she completely dissolved into tears. She knew this about Arizona, she had known, had always known, those things about Arizona. But she hadn't known that Arizona knew them. And when Arizona just gathered her into her arms and held Callie tightly, and she was mended by Arizona's arms and her love as quickly as she broke.
And though she was still crying, she removed the ice pack from under the blanket, and tossed it away, her stolen hour with her wife slipping between her fingers with whispered confessions. She hadn't intended for this to be what it became, she had wanted to spend this hour happy, fill it with laughter and joy, because their wedding night was stolen from them by careless and drunk drivers. She wanted to make Arizona laugh, and she wanted to laugh with her. Instead Arizona was wiping her tears, and comforting her. And then she did laughed, loudly.
Because this moment with Arizona had been perfect, even though it wasn't what she had wanted. Being here with Arizona, with her wife, having her wife's arms wrapped around her, and making out with her was perfect.
"What?" Arizona laughed with confusion, a smile stretching her cheeks and making those dimples that Callie couldn't get enough of appear. She would probably never get enough of them.
"This has been the best 17 Hour Anniversary of my life," and the sadness of the last twenty minutes was gone.
Arizona snuck a peak at her watch, and grinned lasciviously down at her. "I think that's enough of the massaging." Then she shifted in Callie's lap, effectively straddling her, and Callie moaned into the kiss Arizona gave her.
This time Arizona was in control, and she handled the reigns well. It was still tender and full of love, but the depth of emotion, the passion and the fire and the desire ran much deeper, alighting in Callie a spark of need for the woman in her arms.
But she had surgery now, so reluctantly Callie broke the kiss, and buried her face in Arizona's shoulder so she could catch her breath, her chest heaving while she struggled to push down the desire.
It was Arizona who shifted off of her lap, the loss of weight and warmth doing nothing to quell the desire that wound through all of Callie. She could only watch as Arizona pulled on her silicone sock and reattach her leg. Watch as strong and defined muscles in her right thigh lifted her to standing, stare as a well rounded back side was revealed from under the navy blue scrub top as she bent to retrieve and pull up her pants.
"You have to stop looking at me like that Calliope, because I am this close to locking that door, saying 'screw you' to surgery and begging you to fuck me."
Callie gulped, and swallowed dryly. She wished, for the first time, that they were the kind of people who could say no to their jobs.
"So stop." Callie had the good graces to turn away from Arizona.
She waited until she heard the door opening before she turned back to Arizona, "I'll be about two hours and then Bailey said I'm done. Will you be done?" Callie could only nod, she was looking at Arizona like that again. "Wait for me?" Callie nodded again. "If you go up to the gallery and look at me like that, I guarantee we won't make it past your car in the parking lot, so do not do that. Because when we do have sex for the first time as wives, I'm gonna need some privacy because I don't need the whole hospital hearing me beg."
Callie didn't even get a chance to nod as Arizona turned and left to go to her surgery. She flopped backwards on the couch, fanning her face and breathing deeply. Suddenly her phone buzzed in her pocket, and she fumbled for it.
I love it when you look at me like I'm some kind of oasis after you've been wandering in the desert for forty days. I love that I can feel your eyes tear my clothes off and fuck me until I'm begging. -A
DON'T GO TO THE GALLERY. -A
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They were now seven hours into their planned wedding day. When Callie had driven them home from the hospital, it was all Arizona could do not to direct her down every side street or less travelled road, it took almost everything she had to not slip her hand between those thighs, her favourite thighs in the whole world, that we encased in tight denim and calling to her, everything she had not to slip her hand from the knee where it rested up. Higher and higher and higher. Higher until she reached Calliopes centre.
She had watched the way caramel knuckle turned white on the steering wheel, so when she had moved her hand from where it tightly clasped a knee, it wasn't higher up thighs that had been sculpted by some sort of cosmic artist, it was to remove her wife's hand from the steering wheel and take it into her own.
Arizona had wanted, desperately wanted, to place that talented and magical hand high on her own thigh, had practically needed to beg Callie to slip her fingers under her now wrinkled wedding dress, and fuck her as she drove them home.
But she was a lady.
A lady didn't initiate sex in the car when her wife was driving them home so they could have sex in ten minutes anyway.
Like the first time they had sex when they got back together, almost six months ago, Callie had been able to make Arizona come in less than a minute. But this time the door she'd been pressed against was their own, this time she had screamed Calliope's name (sort of, it came out more as Cal - Cal - Cal and then -pe, she'd lost the middle of her name somewhere between the the car and the inside of the door), this time it was those very same fingers she'd wanted in the car, pushed into her roughly and fumbling and anything but gentle. Like that first time, her leg had remained on, but this time it couldn't reach the floor because Calliope had used that strength that was Arizona's greatest weakness when Calliope was like this, and held her entire body up while she fucked her. So it had just kind of hung there, useless, and swaying and knocking against the door like some sort of weird drum circle beat. It was kind of erotic.
And they had used the past seven hours well. Arizona had an insatiable need for Calliope. It had always been this way. When they were together, and a couple of times when they had been apart, she had always needed Callie. And not just in the way of sex, though there was always that too, simmering just under the surface of gentler and more tender touches, but in the way that when they passed each other on busy days, and all she could get because they were passing like ships in the night, was a quick meeting of fingers, it would buoy her up. Or when they were out in public eating or sitting, she'd turn her knees into Callie's so some part of her was touching.
And that thought gave her pause. They were lying together on the floor in front of the fireplace. Callie had asked someone, she didn't know who and she honestly didn't care because whoever it was had done it, to make a makeshift bed on the floor. And it was a mess and jumble of blankets and cushions before they got it, and it was worse now that'd they'd been in it. But it was comfortable, and warm, and Calliope was there so it was perfect.
Her leg had been tossed uncaringly onto the couch, and as she looked at it now, upside down and it's shoe hanging slightly off, she had realized something else she loved about Calliope. If this had been before, she would have scrambled for a piece of paper and thrown it into the jar, but it was after and now she got the chance to say it. To her wife. Her hot and gorgeous wife.
"I love how after the crash, when we started going out in public again, you always sat on my right side so that when I turned my knee into you, I could still feel you." They were lying together, exposed and naked, in that pile of blankets and pillows, Callie cushioned on her stomach, one of her hands massaging the residual limb.
"Hmm?" Was the only reply she got.
"Calliope." She said it with intention behind it, to get her wife's attention. And when that gloriously tangled mess of raven hair lifted, and those brown eyes met hers, and those exquisitely kiss swollen and plump lips tilted into a lazy smile, her heart stumbled and missed a beat.
"I am so in love with you Calliope."
And that smile, that lazy and easy smile, ticked up a notch and her heart stumbled again.
And suddenly Callie was kissing her again, fiercely and deeply, and all she could do was whimper in response.
Callie's hands floated down her body, her touch rough and gentle, fingers gliding over her skin reverently, warm lips and tongue following lazily behind. And Arizona knew that she would be begging again. Callie had made her beg, twice, in the last seven hours, had made her come four times, and she knew that she was heading for a fifth time, and that even though Callie's intentions were clear, as she kissed and sucked a path down her body, she would be begging again.
Somewhere around her belly button, when the lips and teeth and tongue of her wife were driving her absolutely insane with need, and honestly how could she not beg at this point, she did beg, she pleaded to her wife, her whisper filling the air with desperation, "Calliope, please."
It was a benediction. A prayer to the goddess that was Calliope Torres. A hurried prayer.
And then it was there, right where she needed it to be, that hot and wet and talented mouth was on her like an answered prayer. And she was full with the feeling of Callie's tongue pumping into and out of her soaked core, her lips sucking lightly, teeth nipping lightly to her clit and she needed more contact.
Not there, because Callie was good at that. Really good. Like really really, able to move mountains good at that.
"Hand, hand, give me your hand," and though the pleading could have been interpreted another way, with the way her hips were trying to buck into that mouth, with the way her breath was catching and struggling, it wasn't. Because Callie had known what she was asking, sliding her hand up Arizona's body, and offering it, fingers splayed.
Arizona grasped it quickly, twining their fingers and gripping tightly as Callie's mouth worked against her. She held their clasped hands between her breasts, brought her right knee up and opened herself do that Callie could have more room to work her magic.
She whimpered again, the sound pulled from her unwillingly when Callie's right hand lifted her residual left leg onto a warm shoulder, and that same hand pressed down tightly against her pubic bone to still and soften the wild movement of her hips.
"I can't, Cal, please…"
She had her eyes closed tightly, to focus on the way that Callie's hand in hers gripped as tightly as she was, focus on that mouth against her, focus on the way raven hair tickled her thighs and stomach, the sensation heightened to epic proportions of eroticism, focus on her wife.
But then her wife said "Look at me," and it was a struggle to open her eyes, to lift her head, to even attempt to move when attempting to move felt like it may wake her up from a dream. But this wasn't a dream, it was a dream come true, the woman between her legs was her wife, was the mother of her child, and she was so much more than Arizona had ever dreamed of, that she did what Calliope asked.
And when she did, when she met those gorgeous brown eyes just over their clasped hands and her bouncing breasts, two talented fingers were thrust into her, and while her eyes closed in ecstacy for just a second, they were withdrawn.
"Callie," she begged again.
"I want you to watch me make you come." Well how could she deny that.
She couldn't, so with everything that she had left that wasn't focused on the hand in her own, or the mouth that was on her, or the fingers that she needed back inside of her, she wrenched her eyes opened and met those of her wife. And all she saw was love, and those fingers were moving within her again, and those lips were wrapped tightly around her clit, sucking and moving and driving her.
Of its own volition, her leg wrapped around Callie's back, heel digging in as her orgasam built under the wickedly talented mouth and fingers of her wife.
"Call…. Calliope…" she groaned, ensuring that her eyes never left the eyes of her wife, trying desperately to give Callie what she wanted. Because that's all she'd wanted really, was Callie to be happy. "I'm com- god… Callie… I'm coming."
And it was after a slight nod from her wife that her eyes slid closed, and her back arched, and her orgasam rushed through her and even out from her, flowing in waves from the fingers inside her and the lips around her, and the bone crushingly tight way that fingers gripped her own.
When she did come down, Callie had made her way back up to Arizona, and they were laying on their sides facing each other, Callie's hand still in hers clasped tightly between her heaving breasts.
Even though she was struggling to breathe, her breath hitched again when her eyes finally opened and the look of love and adoration on Callie's face.
"I love you," she panted, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to Callie's lips, and when she tasted herself there, she moaned a little.
"I love you too Arizona," Callie said against her lips.
Long moments later, Arizona pulled back so she could stare at her wife. "You're my wife." She heard the way her own voice sounded surprised.
Loved the way Callie's eyebrow quirked up in laughter and amusement. "Yes. And you're mine."
"I don't know what I like better; that you're my wife, or that I'm yours." She said, finally able to just look into the depths of Callie's eyes. It was a lot easier when she wasn't being made love to.
"You have the rest of your life to figure it out." Callie's words pulled a smiled from Arizona, and she couldn't help but lean in for another kiss.
Somewhere behind them, one of their phones rang. Callie extracted herself from Arizona's arms, and she watched the caramel skinned goddess walk unabashedly naked through the living room. Watch as fingers tried in vain to tame wild curls. Finally Callie had found the phone that was ringing, it was hers, and she said "It's your mother."
She nodded, and rolled on to her back, waiting for Callie to come back to her.
"Hey Barbara. Yes, no sorry, hey mom. Yes, I will. I promise, mom. I thought dinner was in two hours? Yes no, we can come now. Same place? Okay, see you soon. Bye mom."
Arizona had listened to the conversation with a smile on her face.
"Your mother has said that I am to call her mom. That no, I don't get a say in the matter. Also that they've decided to go see a movie after dinner, so we have to go now so Sofia isn't up too late."
Callie, still naked, still breathtakingly stunning, and still gloriously and miraculously naked, handed Arizona her leg and the sock. And it was a terrible shame that she had to look away from her naked wife to put on her leg, because naked Calliope Torres was a work of art.
When the leg was attached, Callie's dark hands reached for her and Arizona didn't hesitate to allow those strong and deliciously talented hands to lift her to a standing position, and allowed them to propel her into those arms where she belonged.
"We have 20 minutes to shower and get dressed, so no funny business Mrs. Robbins." Callie said, with a light slap to her ass, which really, if she wanted no funny business that wasn't the way to do it.
Arizona pulled away from Callie and turned to walk down the hall towards their bedroom.
Callie, following close behind her said "When you're walking around all naked with that leg, god, you're beautiful."
She looked over her shoulder at Callie and replied, "It's not even the heel leg… it's all carbon fibre and black?"
"It's hot. I mean, like… you're hot cause you're naked, and I love it when you're naked, but it gives you this look… like if you weren't naked and you were wearing clothes I'd have to rip them off." Arizona could hear the truth of the words, could hear the sincerity in Callie's voice as they stepped into the shower.
The showered in silence for a few minutes, and as they stood facing each other, thankful for waterproof prosthetics, Arizona allowed her eyes to slide shut as Callie washed her hair.
"I love you Mrs. Calliope Torres," she whispered.
And after Callie gave her a tender kiss, they finished showering together and getting dressed together, they went to have dinner with their daughter together, hand in hand and more in love with each other than they could ever remember being.