Here you go, maling... :) Since you asked so nicely - part 2!
Groaning, "Oh no," Arizona turned over and sat up. "Which one is it?" Alex answered and Arizona's head dropped in disappointment. "Calliope, I'm so sorry, but I've got to go." She kissed her quickly. "Will you stay?" She was already out of bed and changing into clothes that didn't make it look as though she'd been pathetically sad sacking all day and night.
"Of course," promised Callie, nodding. "Come home when you can."
Karev was on her heels as Arizona trotted down the stairs and he followed her outside. "Is it that bad or are you just trying to check on me?"
"Oh, I'm paged in too," Alex said, gesturing ahead of them to the driveway. "And your girl blocked us in," he sighed. Arizona pulled her keys out with a jingle, easily finding the spare key to Callie's T-bird. "Oh, hell yeah! Torres lets you drive her car? I'm riding in with you!"
The intern that had paged them in knew better than to call Stark as well and they went straight into surgery. In the rest of the hospital, an accident had the ER packed with patients. A school bus of students returning from a football game had been involved, so as soon as they were available they had more work to do.
The last thing Arizona wanted from the day was to find herself working across a table from George O'Malley. But that was exactly what she got. Retaining her professionalism was tricky when she just wanted to scream at this man who'd been foolish enough to betray Callie. But at the same time, if he hadn't, Callie never would have come to Seattle.
She kept her professionalism by keeping her quiet. So when George spoke up, it was a surprise. "She didn't tell you about me, did she?"
"Didn't mention you once," answered Arizona coolly, keeping her eyes focused on her work. After this surgery she could go home, go back to Callie. "Suction, please."
"She told me about you." Arizona glanced up at that declaration, surprised. "She cares about you."
"I love her too," she stated, subtly correcting him about their emotional status. Callie loved her. Her old life had come to their doorstep and she'd made her choice. "She told you about us, but you still came here? You still won't sign the divorce?" What the hell was that about? It's one thing to chase after someone right away, another to wait almost a year, until the other person was happy, to come after them.
"People make mistakes," he said simply, shrugging. "I cheated, she left, we've both made mistakes."
Biting her tongue, Arizona forced herself not to respond as she felt her frustration rising. She was in surgery. The kid on her table had to have her focus. "Dr. O'Malley, if you're done with your repair, I'm sure Dr. Hunt could use the help in the pit. I can wrap up here." Strictly speaking, a first year could wrap up here, but she didn't want to spend any more time with him. Being around him made her want to hit him with a brick.
She could feel his eyes on her, but didn't look up. She wasn't going to fight over Callie like a child over the open body of their patient. He could make all the claims he wanted, but Callie wasn't a prize to squabble over. And issues between Callie and George were between Callie and George. Huffing, he snapped his gloves off and left the OR without another word. Arizona took a deep breath to steady herself, refocusing on her work. Something drew her eyes up though, and she found Callie in the gallery watching.
Her arms were crossing her chest and her expression was unreadable from the operating floor. She was wearing scrubs, had obviously been called in to help with the chaos, but Arizona couldn't help wondering how long she'd been there, how much she'd heard. Callie could see the question in the blue eyes above her mask and she nodded reassuringly, smiling as she reached forward to touch the glass. She couldn't linger, she'd been paged to deal with the trauma like the rest of them, but Owen had given her heads up that her girlfriend was in surgery with her husband. She couldn't help herself - she'd had to come check on it with her own two eyes.
There was no reason to be worried, she could see now. Arizona had kept cool even after George had tried to bait her. She'd been a professional, every inch of her. And it was very hot. She could be jealous herself, had been on more than one occasion, but seeing Arizona refuse to doubt her, refuse to doubt their relationship at a moment when she knew the blonde was still angry, probably second guessing her and the decision to give her another chance, it made her feel calmer. They had to work some things out (and she had a lifetime of groveling ahead of her that she was happy to do), but watching her girlfriend stay steady helped. She realized Arizona was still looking up at her and she tapped the center of her chest lightly and pointed down at her girlfriend. She couldn't see the smile because of the mask covering the bottom half of her face, but she could see the light of it in the blue eyes that stared up at her.
The next time she found Arizona the blonde was leaning over the desk in the ER on her toes, checking the charts for any cases she could help with, and the feel of hands familiarly touching her hips and guiding her back onto her feet made her twitch until she recognized the strong grip. "You know, I think my car got stolen," Callie breathed into her ear as she pulled Arizona back against her. Her voice was low and husky against her skin and the blonde shivered unconsciously. "Teddy had to come pick me up."
"You blocked in me and Karev. And you gave me a key." She leaned back to look up at her. "Do you mind? I'm sorry."
Callie shook her head, dropping a kiss on Arizona's cheek. They were more affectionate at work than they had been in the beginning, but kissing in the ER without pulling a curtain or ducking into an on-call room was new territory. "You know I don't mind," she said. "Can I get a ride home with you, though?" She nudged her nose against a pale neck. "Whenever you can get out of here. I'm not on today, I just came in to help."
"I'm more than ready to go, Calliope," Arizona stated immediately. She wanted to go home and sleep for a week after the last few days. Fingers laced through a hand at her waist. "Can I drive?"
Eyes rolling, Callie kissed her neck before she let the blonde go to pull them along. "Of course. Have I ever gotten to drive when you were around?"
"Nope!" answered Arizona cheerfully, so cheerfully that Callie couldn't help wondering if her girlfriend was over-exaggerating her fineness.
"I'm exhausted anyway," Callie said with a sigh, curling an arm through Arizona's as they waited on the elevator. Her head leaned over to rest on the blonde's shoulder. "Thank you for talking to me today. I know you didn't have to." She was well aware of how freaking lucky she was to still be standing at Arizona's side.
"Karev told me you were going to sleep on the porch."
Callie nodded, yawning. "He let me sleep on the couch. I think he likes us together. But I will still camp outside if you need me to prove something to you. You and George, it's not a choice. I choose you. I will always choose you."
The elevator opened in front of them but it wasn't empty, George looking up from his phone as the doors opened. The blonde went stiff, but Callie didn't even blink, didn't lift her head from Arizona's shoulder. "It's going to rain today," Arizona mused after a second, leading them onto the elevator. "No extreme gestures necessary." She kissed the top of the dark hair gently as George edged around her and exited the elevator car. Arizona waited until the doors closed behind him before she continued, "I want you with me, Callie, but if you need to go home…"
The double meaning was clear and Callie shook her head. "I'm not going anywhere but to bed with you, Arizona," she answered, voice soft but resolute. "I don't want an out here." She lifted her head to meet her eyes. "And you're mad, I deserve it. You can be mad. I love you and I will never stop telling you that."
"Do you want me to say I want you to sleep on the couch again?" questioned Arizona mildly. "I can't say that I'm happy that you have a husband, but if you say that you love me, I'm going to trust you." She blinked and her expression was serious. "Please don't make me regret it."
Callie shook her head. "Not going to happen," she stated. Her expression shifted into a rueful smile. "I have to confess, though, that if it was me in your position, I'd be jealous as hell." Arizona frowned and Callie continued quickly, "Not that you have anything to be jealous about. George O'Malley can't hold a candle to Arizona Robbins. I just get jealous. If your ex showed up looking to get you back, I'd be insane."
Arizona smiled unexpectedly. "Good to know," she said teasingly. "But for now I want to take you home and keep you close. No sleeping outside, or on the couch, or anywhere that's not with me, okay?" She was earnest now. "I already did the right thing and tried to give you an out. You didn't take it. So, if you're with me, we're together. And kissing is cheating and what I don't know will hurt me, Calliope."
"Who am I going to be kissing but you?" Callie asked, moving forward to press Arizona against the wall of the elevator, one hand pulling the stop button before it planted itself next to Arizona's head, boxing her in. "Arizona, George can want whatever he wants from me, but I just want you." She paused, considering. "And a divorce," the blonde head nodded in agreement, "I will not be kissing him, or being alone with him, or probably even having civil conversation with him," she promised softly. She slowly leaned in, her voice even lower. "I will be kissing you," she did just that, "being alone with you," another soft kiss, "and I will tell you anything at all that you want to know. No more secrets," she finished in a whisper, lips dragging against Arizona's as she spoke.
Arizona was the one to press forward and kiss her again, fingers in dark hair to hold her close. Callie's hips pushed hers into the wall, Arizona's other hand on her butt to encourage her. "We need to get home," Arizona gasped into a gap for breath, Callie capturing her lips without answering, though the thrust of her hips against Arizona's was an answer in itself. "I want you under me." Normally they didn't make a fuss about who was on top, just going with whatever felt good, but after today, the revelations of the last few days, Arizona wanted her girlfriend safely under her hands.
Callie groaned, breaking the kiss to nod her agreement. "Anything you want," she promised breathlessly.
"I'm going to hold you to that," Arizona declared, pushing the stop button back into the place and starting the car moving again. "You know, your apartment is closer," she mused as Callie stepped back to release her from the wall.
"Yeah, but I want to go home," countered Callie. Her apartment was just the place where her stuff lived. Her home was with Arizona. The dark blues that met hers clearly showed that Arizona was in the same state, a feeling that made Callie feel something like relief. Since their first meeting, they'd affected each other in some way that was powerful and unlike anything else she'd ever had. It was what had kept Arizona from being a simple one night stand or a rebound.
"I love you," she said, knowing that it had been said already that day, but wanting to say it again, glad to know that she still had the chance to say it every day.
They were already half naked by the time they hit Arizona's bedroom door, the trail of clothes up the stairs and down the hall make it clear what was going on in the master bedroom. Not that Alex wouldn't already know. He was smarter than that.
Callie let herself be guided backwards toward the bed, knowing the way herself after so many nights here but knowing that Arizona needed control tonight. "I love you," she whispered again into a gap for breath, Arizona moaning against her lips. She'd said it more than once and it had yet to fail to get that reaction.
Following Callie to the mattress, they were barely balanced on the bed before she was inside her, having torn her panties down and off somewhere between the door and the bed. "I love you too," she answered, sucking on her neck. And maybe it was possible that she was feeling a little bit possessive too.
Hands on the back of her thighs enabled Callie to dump Arizona over onto her back without dislodging her pumping hand between her own legs. The Latina rolled them again before the blonde could remind her that she was in control of this encounter, maneuvering them so this wouldn't end with one of them falling off the bed. "I'm close," Callie gasped, curling one leg around the blonde's hips, moving her own against the firmly thrusting fingers inside her. That was Arizona's cue to move faster, hit deeper. "Oh, God, Arizona, please…"
She promptly curled her fingers, backing the thrust with her hips. "Come for me," she whispered, working on what was sure to be an epic hickey on the top of her lover's chest just over her heart. It wouldn't be visible at work beneath Callie's favored long sleeved t-shirts, but it was also undeniably marking her. Callie found that she didn't really care. Being possessed by Arizona Robbins was not something she was scared of.
Pitching over the edge, Callie muffled her moan in Arizona's shoulder, clinging to her with arms and legs. The blonde's thrusts didn't slow down or stop and Callie could feel a second peak quick on the heels of the first. She could just dig her nails in and ride it out, tears squeezing out of the corners of her eyes as her struggling lungs tried to catch up. It would probably be easier if Arizona wasn't sprawled on top of her, but she didn't want her to move, so it was a moot point.
The blonde nuzzled into her chest, a bit breathless and sweaty herself. "Oww," she whimpered. "Are you okay?"
Callie breathed deeply, nodding. "Yeah. What about you? Why'd you say oww?" She picked her head up and could see the red tracks she'd left on her lover's back. "Oh my God, get off. I need to check your back!" They both gasped as Arizona pulled out and rolled over, Callie sitting up and turning her gently onto her front. "Oh, baby," one hand covered her mouth, "I'm so sorry," she whispered, genuinely upset. She'd done enough to hurt Arizona this week.
Hearing the emotion in her girlfriend's voice, Arizona leaned up on her elbows to look over her shoulder at Callie, hissing as light fingers touched her back. "It's okay," she said before Callie could apologize again. "It's not bleeding, is it?"
"No," Callie admitted. That didn't mean it looked good, though. "Arizona…"
Arizona sat up with a grunt. "Stop apologizing. It was hot, Calliope." She turned so Callie couldn't stare at her back. "It's not like I wasn't going hard on you too. Did I hurt you?" Callie denied it immediately. Hurt was not even close to what she was feeling right then. "Well, you didn't hurt me either. So my back will sting a little bit tomorrow. You'll be walking funny too, so we'll match." Callie smiled at that and Arizona leaned forward to kiss her softly. Callie was disheveled, only half undressed, but she was undeniably gorgeous. And this, even with everything that had happened in the last few days, this feeling, the simple, easy feeling of being alone with Callie, it hadn't changed.
"I love you, you know that?" asked Callie hypothetically. "And I'm sorry I shredded your back," she added quickly when Arizona nodded.
Arizona huffed, shaking her head. "What's going to make you feel better about this? Do you want to put medicine on it for me?" Nodding, Callie started to slip off the bed and go get something from the bathroom, but Arizona caught her by the hand, dragging her back down into the bed. "I didn't mean now, Calliope. I meant after we're done. Because what's the point in doing it now if you're just going to scratch me up again later?" she asked with a smug smirk. It was kind of ridiculously hot that she could get Callie that worked up.
Laughing, Callie threw her head back, flopping back willingly into the sheets. Arizona followed her down, grinning. "No, but seriously, I'm not doing that again."
"We'll see," Arizona teased, kissing her way down her girlfriend's body.