Title: All Bets Are Off 10/?

Author: GreysAddictJ

Pairing: Callie/Arizona

Rating: PG-13

Disclaimer: The characters are not mine. No infringement intended. Also, I don't use a beta, so all mistakes are mine.

Summary: A/U - World class professional poker player Arizona Robbins is known for keeping her cool in high intensity situations. What happens when an upstart new player, Callie Torres, sets her world spinning out of control?

A/N: For those of you who don't know much about poker, here's a quick note. They're playing in the World Series of Poker, which is a series of major poker tournaments held every summer in Las Vegas. It's basically the mack daddy of all tournaments. If you win one of these tournaments, you win a rather gaudy bracelet (plus a huge amount of money) and it's a pretty big deal in the poker world. Some of these events are even televised. It all culminates in the final "Main Event," which can make the winner and even a few of the runners up into instant millionaires.

After Teddy left, Arizona forced herself to once again put the brakes on. She hopped out of the pool and toweled herself off. Callie watched in admiration, secretly wishing that she was the towel. Heaving a sigh of regret, she left the pool and joined Arizona back at the lounge chairs.

Silently acknowledging the need to keep things innocent, both women laid out in the sun, content to laze in comfortable silence together. After a few moments, Arizona grinned slightly and reached over, capturing Callie's hand in her and bringing their joined hands to rest on her stomach. Both women savored the quiet intimacy of the moment and remained that way for quite some time, neither feeling the need to speak.

Later, as the evening drew near, the two headed inside. Arizona gave Callie a sultry once over before heading into her bedroom. She returned shortly thereafter holding a baggy pair of sweatpants and a ratty-looking t-shirt. "Here. Put these on."

Arizona handed the clothes to a confused-looking Callie, who simply nodded and headed to the bathroom to change. When she returned, Arizona had changed into similar attire. Callie spread her arms out at her sides and gestured to her outfit. "What's the point of this?"

Arizona pursed her lips as she studied the brunette. "Damn. It didn't work."

"What didn't work?"

"I was trying to take your sexiness down a notch. I was not going to be able handle seeing you all evening in that sorry excuse for a scrap of fabric masquerading as a bikini. Unfortunately, Calliope, you're bringing a whole other level of hot to those sweatpants."

Callie chuckled and reached over to capture Arizona in her arms. She placed a quick kiss on Arizona's forehead, still laughing at the blonde's perturbed look. "You're also rocking the sweatpants look hardcore, Ms. Robbins."

Arizona flashed Callie her dimples and nearly melted her right on the spot. "I have a proposition for you, Calliope."

Callie arched her eyebrow and grinned. "Oh really? And what would that be?" She loved flirting with this woman – it thrilled her to no end.

"Let's have a slumber party."

"A slumber party? What are you, 12?" Callie laughed.

"Hey! I resent that. Just because I want to hang out with you all night in our pjs and play stupid games and eat pizza and watch movies does not make me 12."

"Fine, you win. You're not 12. It does sound enticing . . . especially the playing games part." Callie lowered her hands from where they had been resting on Arizona's hips and lightly goosed her on both cheeks.

"Uh . . . no, Calliope. Number one rule of the slumber party – we have to keep things rated PG. Or at least PG-13."

"And what if I don't agree?" Callie grumbled.

"Then you can go home and sleep all alone in that big old bed by yourself." Arizona replied in a perky tone, calling Callie's bluff. "So it's up to you. Spend an awesome night with me or don't."

Of course, both women knew that there was only one correct response. "Fine. You win. This time. But I make no promises about what I consider to be PG-13." Callie captured Arizona's lips in a sweet, but sensual kiss before pulling away. "So what's first on the agenda? It is your party after all. Therefore, it's your job to entertain me."

"Oh, don't you worry, Calliope." Arizona said, flirting lightly. "I'll make sure to keep things . . . interesting for you."

They began the evening by ordering a pizza and watching a movie. After much debate, they settled on The Princess Bride, which was a favorite of both of theirs.

Callie had to make one more attempt to divert Arizona's attention. "You know what would make this pizza better?"

"Hmmm?"

"You, me, naked in bed with said pizza." Callie grinned and waggled her eyebrows.

"Calliope! You are killing me. I am trying . . . so, so hard . . . to take this at the right pace. And you and your hotness are not helping. And then you've got to go and put images like a naked pizza party in my head. Not cool."

"You know, there's one real easy way to solve your dilemma, Arizona . . . just give in. You and I both know you want to."

"That is true. I'm not going to deny it. However, what I want and what is best are two different things. So behave yourself and let's watch this movie."

Callie grumbled, but agreed, knowing that in the long run, the wait would be worth it. They settled onto the couch, Arizona curled up in Callie's arms. Arizona laced her fingers through Callie's, slowly drawing patterns across her hand with the pad of her thumb.

They watched in comfortable silence for some time, breaking briefly to quote lines from the movie and laugh together at some of the more ridiculous scenes. However, despite the fun she was having with Arizona in this entirely un-dirty scenario, Callie grew restless. Unable to resist, she began to run her spare hand up and down Arizona's side, fingers crawling, gently teasing at the t-shirt material. Her fingers finally hit their target – the hem of Arizona's shirt, and began slowly, painstakingly, inching the material upwards.

As Callie's fingers grazed her newly exposed skin, Arizona fought with every inch of her being to remain neutral. She stared straight ahead at the TV, biting down on her lip to stifle the moan that wanted so badly to escape. She focused on her breathing, keeping it even and unaffected, hoping that Callie would stop her teasing if she didn't get a reaction.

No such luck. Callie, undeterred by Arizona's seeming lack of response continued her journey northward, slowly rubbing her palm against the blonde's flat stomach. She slowly crept upwards, gently grazing her fingers across Arizona's breasts.

Arizona couldn't take any more and slapped Callie's hand away. "Calliope. Seriously. You're like a randy teenager. Come on now."

"I can't help it if I have an extremely hot girlfriend who's playing hard to get." The minute the words were out of her mouth, Callie regretted them. There had been no talk of where their relationship, if there was one at all, stood. No labels or definitions had been discussed. "I'm sorry. That just sort of slipped out. Now you're going to think I'm some clingy, attachment-prone freak."

Arizona turned in Callie's arms to face her, grinning. "You're so cute when you're worried. I would love to be your girlfriend Calliope." She leaned in and kissed Callie with all of the pent-up joy, lust, amazement, contentment and thrill that she was feeling. Soon, their tongues were dancing in an exotic silent tango, each attempting to pour all of their emotion into the other. Arizona reached up and tangled her hands in Callie's raven locks, deepening the kiss even further. Callie began to run her hands up and under Arizona's shirt, her hands enjoying the feel of her smooth, warm back. Just as abruptly as the kiss had begun, it was over. Arizona stood and pulled Callie up off the couch with her. "And don't you worry, I won't play hard to get for too much longer. Now come on – I want to dance it out with my smoking hot girlfriend."

Callie arched a bemused eyebrow at the blonde. "Dance it out?"

"Yeah. You know, dance around like fools just for the fun of it. It's a great way to blow off some steam. You know, get rid of any pent up energy or emotions you might be feeling." Arizona smirked, hinting at the certain kind of tension that both of them were overflowing with.

They constantly fought over control of the stereo – Arizona preferring upbeat, peppy pop songs, while Callie liked songs with more of a rock edge. Both had a great time, no matter what the song was, using the pretense of dancing as a chance to steal a touch here and there, to meld their bodies together in time to the beat. In a way, it was a prelude to what was to come . . . a clothed version of what they both really pined for.

Finally, breathless and spent, they collapsed in a giggling heap on the couch. "So what's next?" Callie asked, wrapping an arm around Arizona.

"I don't know. You tell me. It's your turn to pick."

Callie gave her a knowing smile.

"Not that, Calliope. Plus, it's late and we've got a big tournament tomorrow. Trust me, when we get there . . . and we will soon . . . I'm going to keep you up all night. Come morning, you're going to wish you'd never been born you'll be so spent. So not tonight." Arizona shot her a dimpled grin.

"If you weren't so damn cute, I'd kick to the curb for your constant teasing, Arizona." Callie said as she placed a gentle peck on her lips. "You can't just go telling a girl things like that and then not follow through."

"But I did. Because I'm right and I'm awesome. Now pick what how we're going to spend the rest of the night before we get some sleep."

Callie gave Arizona a mock look of disdain before pausing to ponder her options. Then, a smile crept a across her face. "I've got it. You've got a computer, right?" Arizona nodded. "Go get it." Callie replied.

Arizona rose and retrieved her laptop from the next room. "Why do we need this?"

"I'm going to teach you to play online poker. You're always the first to knock it, but have you ever really tried it?"

Arizona offered a non-committal grumble.

Callie took the computer and quickly downloaded the necessary software. "Okay, now it's time to create an account for you. Type in the user name you want and pick a profile picture."

Arizona took the laptop, a pensive look on her face as she pondered her options. Finally, settling on her choices, she smiled and entered the necessary information. She handed the laptop back.

As Callie saw Arizona's choices, she burst out laughing. "Seriously, Arizona? You are going as 'SuperAwesomeAZ' and your picture is a puppy surrounded by butterflies?" Callie lost all control, fits of laughter overtaking her as tears streamed down her face.

"What?" Arizona asked, perplexed. "What's wrong with that?"

"Oh, nothing . . ." Callie continued to laugh. "Nothing at all . . . if you want your opponents to think they're playing against an 8-year-old."

"Well, maybe I do. It can't hurt. They won't take me seriously and then I'll seriously kick their ass. Besides, I like it. Puppies are cute."

Callie shook her head and wrapped an arm around Arizona's back, snuggling her closer. "You are adorable. Okay, Miss SuperAwesome. Let's get you started."

The spent the next hour or so playing online. Callie couldn't remember the last time she'd had so much fun . . . all night really, not just the poker. It was a refreshing change, she had to admit, to be the teacher for once. Arizona wasn't very patient and struggled to get the hang of the software.

"Why won't this thingy work when I click on it!" Arizona grumbled. Callie laughed and patiently showed her the right way to play. Eventually she caught on. By the end of their session, she'd managed to win a small amount of money. Though she didn't want to admit it, Arizona had had fun. However, she wasn't sure how much of that was from the poker and how much was from the fact that she was cuddled up to Calliope.

"So?" Callie asked as they closed the laptop. "What do you think about online poker now?"

"It's alright I suppose. I still like live poker better. Maybe it's because I like to toy with my prey before I devour them. That's hard to do when you can't see your opponent."

Callie arched an eyebrow. "Is that what you're doing with me? Toying with your prey?"

Arizona chuckled. "Maybe a little."

"You are pure evil, Arizona Robbins. Sexy, hot, amazing evil, but evil nonetheless."

"You know you love it." Arizona grinned. They fell into an awkward silence as their night came to its natural end. Arizona fidgeted a bit, before speaking. "I know I kind of hinted at this earlier with the whole slumber party thing, but would you like to stay over? Just to sleep. It's embarrassing to admit, but I'm having trouble sleeping without you."

Callie shot her a mega-watt smile. "Yes, I'd love to. I didn't get any sleep last night." She chuckled. "We're going crazy, aren't we?"

"The only thing I know for sure, Calliope, is that I'm crazy about you."

"Ditto." Callie replied as she grabbed Arizona's hand. The blonde led them to the bedroom and they slept soundly and happily in each other's arms.

The next morning, the two women readied for the tournament. They stopped by Callie's hotel room so that she could change into fresh clothes before heading over to the casino. She emerged from her closet wearing an outfit very similar to the one that Arizona had picked out for her a few days prior.

Arizona shook her head and smiled. "I've said it before and I'll say it again, Calliope. You look hot. Damn. I hope you're not at my table today because I have no doubt that you'll prove to be an incredible distraction. An incredibly sexy distraction, but a distraction all the same."

They drove in companionable silence over to the tournament site, hands intertwined. Arizona sighed contentedly. "I could get used to this." She said as she stroked a thumb over the back of Callie's hand.

"Me too, Arizona. Me too." Callie shot her a quick smile before returning her focus to the road.

They entered the casino and registered for this, their first event of the World Series of Poker. They had opted to start with a smaller, less-publicized tournament – the $1,000 Ladies' No-Limit Hold'em event. Their $1000 entry gave them the chance to win hundreds of thousands of dollars and the coveted World Series bracelet if they outlasted the other thousand or so women.

After receiving their respective table assignments, Arizona pulled Callie in for a brief good luck hug, placing a gentle kiss on her lips. "Good luck, Calliope. Not that you'll need it."

"You too, sweetie." Callie smirked, unable to resist calling Arizona by the nickname that had so irked her a few days prior. Arizona faked a scowl and headed to find her table.

As Callie entered the tournament room, her heart began to pound erratically in her chest. The room was huge, with hundreds of poker tables as far as the eye could see. She took a few deep breaths and repeated Arizona's encouraging words through her head. She was great. She was awesome. She was a rock star.

Callie's confidence grew throughout the day as more and more players fell, but she remained. Arizona, off at a different table was also doing well. Callie met up with her girlfriend . . . god, that thought sent thrills running through her . . . at a break.

Arizona linked her hands with Callie's and swung their arms playfully back and forth. "So? How are you doing, my little rock star?" She smiled, revealing her gorgeous dimples in the process.

Callie struggled to focus on what the blonde was saying. "Pretty good. I think I've got a little more than the average amount of chips. I'm holding my own. How about you, beautiful?" She smiled and shot Arizona a flirty glance.

Arizona smirked and tried to keep her thoughts off of Callie's sexy leather poker diva get-up. Somehow, she didn't think it would be appropriate if she ravaged her girlfriend in front of so many bystanders. "I'm kicking ass – as is expected."

Callie laughed. "You're never one to lack confidence, are you?"

Arizona, enjoying their game, smirked again and shook her head. "Nope."

As the break ended and they returned to their tables, Callie took another moment to survey her surroundings. There were several tournaments going on, including one which they were filming for TV. The hustle, the bustle, the excitement, the thrill. She took a deep breath and smiled. She was loving it. She was meant to be here. She was meant to be here to play poker. She was meant to be here with Arizona. This was her destiny. She just knew it. The doubts were suddenly gone.

The tournament played on for hours. Eventually, they made an announcement that the final person before the money had been knocked out. This meant that all the players remaining would earn some sort of prize money. Those who didn't last much longer would only double their $1000 entry fee. The winner would win a mid to high 6-figure payday. Amongst those left were both Callie and Arizona. Callie grinned at the news. She'd made it. She'd lasted until the money in her first World Series event. She was ecstatic.

Unfortunately for Callie, luck was not on her side that day. She'd put all of her chips in on a pair of Aces before any of the community cards had been played. One other player called her with a pair of 9s. She was a huge favorite to win the hand. However, the dealer flipped over another 9, giving her opponent three nines, beating Callie's hand. She had been knocked out in 23rd place, earning about $5,500. Callie was disappointed, but noticeably missing was her typical self-doubt. Something had clicked. She was going to make it. Sure she'd loss, but she'd played well. Poker in the long run was a game of skill, with the better player coming out ahead. However, in the short run, luck could ruin any player's day, even the best player in the world. Callie was beyond elated. Confident in herself for the first time in ages, she made her way over to watch Arizona play.

Arizona was on fire, running over everyone at her table. Luck was definitely on her side that day, hand after hand coming out in her favor. She had amassed a huge sum of chips, which made it even easier for her to prey on her opponents, using her chip advantage to push them around. Callie watched in awe from the sidelines as Arizona slowly whittled down the field, felling opponent after opponent. She was amazing . . . breathtaking . . . magnificent. And she was all Callie's. The thought caused a goofy smile to play across the brunette's face.

After a 30 minute heads-up battle against her final opponent, Arizona knocked her out, her pair of 8s besting the other woman's pair of 4s. Arizona had done it. She'd won her third World Series bracelet. Her eyes scanned the room, looking for Callie. Finally, her gaze settled on a pair of gorgeous brown eyes, pride and happiness reflected back at her. Arizona broke out into a wide, dimpled grin before a bystander pulled her away for an autograph.

Callie hung back as Arizona fielded multiple interviews and congratulatory comments from other players. Finally, the hub-bub dying down, Arizona made her way over to her waiting girlfriend.

"You were amazing, Arizona. You were spectacular to watch . . . and not just because you're hot. Congratulations! I can't believe you just won a bracelet!" Callie wrapped Arizona into a warm hug. "You must be exhausted."

Arizona shook her head. "Not really."

"What do you want to do then?"

"Take you home and celebrate." As she said that, Arizona quickly and surreptitiously grabbed Callie's backside, leaving no doubt as to the meaning of her words."

"I thought you'd never ask." Callie said breathlessly, grabbing Arizona and practically dragging her towards the car.

A/N: I know what you're saying – enough with the teasing! Trust me. It's coming . . . soon. Just be patient. :-) Also, as a quick warning – I know I've been posting nearly every day. I'm going to do my best to write the next chapter tonight and tomorrow during the day, because I have a feeling I may be a little distracted/possibly upset by tomorrow's episode. I will do my best to post tomorrow, but can't make any promises since it's Grey's Day and it may get ugly for our girls.