Disclaimer: This is AU. I do not own any of the characters from Grey's Anatomy. I just manipulate them to my will. Also, any line or phrase or setting that seems remotely familiar from any other show, movie or book, also not mine.
AN: Arizona seems to be testing O'Connor's patience. Will it break? Lets find out. Enjoy!
Chapter 10
"How was your day, baby girl?" I ask as I gently brush Sofia's hair back, away from her face. It's bedtime for her, Miguel already passed out like a rock, and I just got home. All the red tape with my arrests today, not to mention filing an incident report about Teddy's damaged cruiser and briefing the boss man, kept me at work way longer than I had planned.
"K." She mumbles sleepily. I can tell she's exhausted but is fighting sleep just to spend some more time with me. The trauma of having cops show up at the front door, two guns pulled on her and her mommies' AND seeing her Mommy arrested hasn't faded away as quickly as I thought it would.
"I missed you." My lips brush against her forehead as I give her another kiss.
"I miss you too Mommy." She says, clinging to my shirt.
"You need to sleep, soldier. Time for lights out." I go to move from the bed but her tiny hands just grip my shirt tighter. …she's breaking my heart.
"No!" She cries out, tears threatening to fall. "Mommy, stay. Pwease?"
"Alright, I'll stay. I'm just going to turn off the light." She lets me go but doesn't blink for fear I might disappear. Ten seconds after I got up, my shoes are off and I am lying down next to my daughter, her head buried into my chest as I wrap a calming, protective arm around her tiny body. The warmth of Sofia rolls off her, just like the warmth Callie's body creates. …they're like human shaped space heaters. It's not long before her breathing deepens and slows, my hand continuing to brush back her hair just like her mother loves as well. A squeak from a floor board in front of Sofia's door brings my eyes up to sad brown ones. We don't say anything, but I can see the emotions swirling in the mind of my wife. My hand in my daughter's hair falters for a second, and instinctively Sofia's grip tightens on my shirt, making sure I'm still there. Blue eyes drop from brown eyes and go back to the tiny human in my arms. The next time I look up, she's gone. …damn it. I hate this.
I don't know how long I lay next to my daughter, soothing her while she dreams dreams that I hope are nothing but fun and easy and everything a child's dream should be. Gently, I pull her tiny hand out of the vice grip on my shirt and pull her pink princess comforter up around her body. Knowing that if she wakes up with out something next to her she'll get scared, I grab her stuffed dog and wrap her arms around it. She picked it out herself when she was just one year old. Callie and I were walking around a store and Sofia just stuck out her arm and grabbed the all black stuffed animal and wouldn't let it go. He is named after the black German Sheppard that fell in love with my wife when we went to North Dakota. Johnny, and he is her night time protector, just like the real Johnny was Callie's night time protector when things got scary.
As I leave Sofia's room, I make sure to leave the door cracked just in case, then move across the hall to check on Miguel. His favorite blanket is draped over her chubby little body and his body is spread eagle. …they sleep just like Callie. Somehow, these tiny bodies take up the entire sleeping space, balling the blankets around them as they sleep. Placing a gentle kiss on his fuzzy haired head, I slowly back out of the nursery, making sure to keep the door cracked. I can hear Tim and Teddy talking downstairs. Again, Tim wouldn't leave, saying that as long as his family is under threat, he will be here to help keep the bad guys at bay. And Teddy ends up being wherever Tim is now a days. As I approach the master bedroom, I can see the soft glow of Callie's bedside lamp, like most nights. Usually it makes me feel warm and safe but… I just can't see her. Not yet. …I have work to do. So, instead of going through to the bedroom, I turn and enter into the office area. Bookshelves stacked high with Callie's medical books, research, case files… her entire life of work is in this room. Clearing the desk, I empty out a bag I brought from work, along with a few other items and get started.
I don't know how long I've been crouched over the desk, the lamp shining brightly on the items in my hands, but when I feel eyes watching me I glance up. Two brown eyes are staring at me from the cracked door, Callie's expression soft and heartbreaking.
"Hey." She whispers, not wanting to wake the kids.
"Hey." I say back as I watch her, trying to figure out what she wants that would make her talk to me. She slips into the office and shuts the door behind her.
"What are you doing?" She asks quietly as she see's what's in my hands. Spread out on the desk are a pair of Sofia's shoes, her backpack, one of Miguel's onesies and a tiny ID bracelet just big enough to get around his chubby ankle.
"Umm… I uhhh…" I'm not sure if I want to answer, because I'm preparing for the worst. I'm inserting GPS tracking devices into my kids stuff, just incase…I don't even want to think about it. "I'm…" She picks up one of the small chips, turning it over and over in her hand as she tries to remember where she saw one before. Light hits her eyes as she is taken back so many years ago, to the parking structure where I decided to take Callie off the grid. I threw my phone to the ground and smashed it, extracting a chip just like the one in her hand and throwing it into a cup of pop. Her eyes flash to mine, true terror raging through them as the pieces quickly come together in her mind.
"Just incase." I say, trying to explain. She bites her lip, trying to keep her tears at bay as she thinks about what it would be like if either of our children were taken from us. Silence fills the air, neither finding the others eyes. Finally, I can't take it anymore and I say "I'm sorry."
"I know." She replies softly. Our eyes lock, and tears threaten to fall from my baby blues. I open my mouth to say something, anything, but she just says "I know." She takes a step forward so she's right in front of me, her eyes boring into my soul.
"Calliope…" I breathe out. The next second she is straddling my lap as I sit in the chair, her hands finding hold in my hair as her forehead rests against mine. Tears streak her cheeks and land on mine.
"I'm scared." She whispers through trembling lips. Her eyes lock on to mine and tears start forming at the corner of my eyes.
"Me too." I reply. "But he's not going to win. WE are going to win. Sofia…Mowgli… you and me, we are going to be fine. I promise." Then I pull her lips down for a soft, salty kiss. Her front pressed flat against my front, my hands move from her head down her back. One kiss turns to two, then three. The next thing I know, her tongue is seeking access to my mouth and I eagerly part my lips. Callie's hips start to grind into my stomach, trying to find some sort of relief for her arousal. My hands dip below the fabric of her shirt and find her heated flesh.
"Arizona…" She whimpers out as she tries to pull my body even closer to hers. My hands have explored her bare back and slowly move around to her bare front. When she feels my flesh against her breasts, the way I hold and massage them, knead them and pinch her nipples just hard enough, a low guttural moan comes form deep within the Latina's chest. Her head gets thrown back as my lips attach to the vast expanse of naked skin on her neck, nipping and sucking at her sweet pulse point. Not being satisfied with what I already have, I grab the bottom of Callie's baggy t-shirt and pull it over her head. In a fluid motion, we move from sitting upright in a chair, Callie on top of me, to lying on the carpeted floor, me on top of Callie. Caramel hands start to yank at the bottom of my white collared shirt, not having the chance to change out of my work clothes yet. I sit back on my knees and pull the tailored shirt off me and throw it to the floor with Callie's old, stained Med school shirt.
"I need you." Callie gasps out as our lips meet again. I know what that means; it means no teasing, no playing. Pulling back and sitting on my knees, I hook my fingers around the elastic band of the shorts she's wearing and yank them off her strong legs, finding a bare core.
"Fuck." I groan as seeing her slick folds just waiting for me. Dark eyes stare up at me with lust, her fingers already working at the button of my slacks. I grab her wrists and pull them from me and place them above her head. My lips attach to hers as my right hand leaves hers above her head and snakes down between our bodies. Her teeth sink into my bottom lip, eliciting a hiss out of me just as I sink two fingers deep into her dripping core.
"Ah!" She cries out, a mixture of pleasure, surprise, and a hint of pain. Her eyes clamp shut as I start to thrust my hand in and out of her. Liquid sex collects in the palm of my hand as her scent of arousal fills the room and makes my head spin. My left hand, which has been supporting my weight over my wife, protests the strain on my fracture so I drop to my elbow, bringing me even closer to the face of the Latina. My body lays over her naked one, my hand working its magic between us as she hooks one leg around my waist to give me even deeper access.
"Yes…." She hisses as I continue to pump in and out of her, her nerve endings on fire. Polished fingernails dig into the skin on my back but the sensation makes me push harder, trying to give the love of my life everything I got, hoping its enough to prove that I'm enough. Prove that I can take care of her and our family. Prove that I'd never hurt them. The closer her peak comes, the more her nails cut my flesh, unaware of the strength of her grip. My lips reattach to her neck, working up her jaw line and finding her ear. I can feel her getting close, her walls threatening to trip her over the line. As I pull out, I curl my fingers to hit that sweet spot, her moans becoming more feral the closer she gets. One last flick across her clit and a firm nip at her earlobe does it, and her body tenses under me. Burying her face into the crook of my neck to muffle her cry, I continue to move within her, her fingernails cutting the last thin layer of cells and dragging down to just below my shoulder blades.
"Thank you…" Callie finally manages to breathe out, her heart still pounding as her body completely collapses. Her jello like arms come up and wrap around my neck, pulling me down in for a slow kiss. "Thank you thank you thank you." She whispers.
"You never have to thank me for that." I reply huskily as my own core aches for release, but watching what I just saw, watching Callie come undone is just as good as me getting my own release. Slowly, as our kiss becomes deeper and more passionate, as Callie's strength returns, our libido picks up yet again. Then, just as the surgeons' deft hands move to my own zipper, a soft knocking at the door makes us fly apart. Callie scrambles for her shorts as I pull my shirt back over my shoulders. Cracking the door and blocking the rest of the room with my body, I look out and see no one, until I glance down. Brown eyes are staring up at me, sleep fogging her mind and Johnny under her left arm.
"What's wrong baby girl?" I ask softly as I crouch down to be at her level, my shirt hanging open and exposing my abs and the blue lace bra I'm wearing.
"Bad dream." She says as she rubs her eyes and holds out both hands for me to lift her up.
"Oh baby." I pull her into my arms and stand as she buries herself into my body, her warm hand touching my heated flesh. Glancing over my shoulder, I catch Callie's eyes and say "I got her."
As I lay her back down in bed, I sit on the edge and stroke her hair. Many nights she has come into Callie's and my room with bad dreams, or scared from the thunder and lightening that happens frequently here in Seattle. But… this time I feel like I did this. I put these bad images and experiences in my daughters head and made her scared, made her sleep difficult.
"I'm so sorry, Sofia." I whisper as she is already starting to drift back off to sleep. "Nothing is going to happen to you. As long as I am breathing, as long as Uncle Tim is breathing… you will never have to worry about being hurt." Within minutes of laying her down, she's already fast asleep again, Johnny clenched firmly in her hands. I stay another ten minutes, just to make sure she's ok. With a soft kiss on her forehead, I walk out and leave the door cracked. Out of habit I enter the door across from Sofia's room and check on my son, seeing him still passed out, content in his dreams. Knowing that my family is safe, for now, I step into my own room, Callie curled up in bed and watching for me.
Turning away from Callie, I pull my shirt off to get into my own pajamas, I hear a gasp from the bed. Immediately off the bed, the Latina crosses the room and comes up behind me.
"Arizona…" She breathes out, her fingertips hover over the flesh of my back.
"What?" I ask, turning to face her and very confused.
"Your back…" She says, turning me back around and flipping on the bedside lamp to see better. I glance into the mirror over the dresser and turn so I can see what she's talking about. Over my two shoulder blades are eight long, very angry looking scratches that are starting to scab over.
"I'm so sorry." Callie says, knowing she did that in her moment of passion. Her head dips in shame and embarrassment. Hooking a finger under her chin, I lift her to catch her gaze. When brown eyes finally look up, I smile at her.
"Babe, its ok. …I've had a lot worse." Sadness is still on her face so I bring my lips to hers, trying to reassure her that it's ok. "Besides… it's been a while since I've had a sex injury." I say, which gets a small smile out of her. Her arms wrap around my naked torso, her hands ghosting up and making quick work of the clasp on my bra. Next, her fingers undo the button and zipper of my slacks expertly, sending them to the floor to bunch around my ankles. Her devilish smile breaks her face and I know I'm in for a treat. A hand on the skin between my breasts and she pushes me back until the back of my knees hit the bed. Again, she pushes and I fall back, bouncing on the mattress. Her eyes roam up and down my body, completely exposed except for the blue lacy material covering my sex.
"Calliope… don't tease me." I whisper as my body responds just to the way she is looking at me. She doesn't even need to touch me. My center is slick as the heat and ache return from twenty minutes ago. Callie crawls up the bed, and hovers over me, her silky black hair falling to one side and the scent of her shampoo invading my senses. My eyes roll back as I feel her breath inch closer to my lips… my neck… I open my lips fractionally, expecting a blazing kiss, but it doesn't come. Instead, those full lips move to my chest, down the valley between my breasts, to my navel and then linger just above the boundary established by my panties. My hand finds its way into those raven locks, urging her on and trying to direct her further south to the blazing desire pulsing within me. She buries her nose in the fabric, inhaling my scent deeply and a low moan escapes her lips.
"Calliope…" I whimper. Her nuzzling has pushed the fabric against my bundle of nerves, cranking my need up another notch. "…fuck!" Her fingers rub at the fabric, making my hips buck into her touch needing more, but then when I feel my orgasm start to build, she stops. "Fuck!" I groan, then lift my head up to see her eyes, a smile on her face as she enjoys this teasing.
"Do it, or I'll take care of it myself." I warn, so not in the mood for a long, drawn out game of her playing. She just chuckles, daring me. So, I reach down with my right and slip it underneath the material before she can blink. Immediately coating my fingers with my own juices, I give myself the attention that Callie has yet to. My eyes roll back as warmth floods my body. The bed shifts and I feel Callie tug off my panties and reposition herself at my center, but she doesn't stop me. Her eyes are wide as she watches at close range the way my fingers move over myself. The way my body responds, the way it aches for release.
"Enjoying yourself?" Callie asks in her husky, sex filled voice that drives me completely crazy.
"Not as much as if it were you doing this to me." I reply honestly. A couple more circle over my hard nub and then I feel the softness of a tongue against me. Immediately I pull back my hand and let Callie take over, and boy does she. Usually she starts slow, letting me build up to it, but I've taken care of that and now she is digging in like a southerner at a buffet.
"Oh god!" I cry out, bringing a pillow over my face to try and stifle the moans I can't seem to keep in. A strong hand finds hold on my right breast and pinches my nipple. My mind is spinning as my body is heating up, the warmth building and spreading down my legs and arms. My fingertips and toes are on fire, alive with pleasure. Her tongue licks and circles my clit as her lips attach around it and suck, my hips bucking into her face. The hand on my breast leaves and moves to just above my blonde curls, holding me down so I don't end up busting one of her lips open. Just when I think I'm in heaven, two fingers slip into my drenched opening, sending me into another level of bliss. Tossing the pillow, I grab the hand holding me down with my casted hand, my right finding hold in her hair again.
"Yes, don't stop. ….Oh god, that's the spot baby, right there." I groan when her finger finds that magic spot. She focuses on that spot, massaging and milking my g-spot for everything it has as her tongue increases its urgency on my clit. "Oh god… yes… Calliope…" My toes curl and my breathing stops, then I fall into oblivion. An orgasm rips through my entire body, splitting me in half, the epicenter being the points of her lips around my clit and her fingers within my heat. Its so powerful that I don't have a voice, my cry of immense pleasure being silent. I see stars as my body convulses, pushing me to the limits of pleasure. Then, just as suddenly as I fell, my body collapses, the muscles relaxing completely.
"Fuck me…" I gasp. Callie chuckles as she crawls up my body with a very triumphant smile on her lips.
"I think I just did." She purrs, then brings her still moist lips onto mine. I barely have enough energy to lift myself up enough to pull the covers out from under me and slip under them. Exhaustion from the last few days, plus the added post-coital serenity I'm in brings on the darkness at record speed. Quickly my eyes close, content that my children are sleeping safely in their beds and my wife is in my arms, and sleep soon welcomes me.
AN2: So… Callie seems to be coming around a little bit. But… only time will tell if the family will remain as peaceful as it is right now.