Disclaimer: 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. I borrow…
AN: Enjoy!
Chapter 11
Even though she's only taught a handful of labs yet, Callie Torres knows that this one is the longest ever. Having to force herself to concentrate for two hours when blue eyes stare at her from the other side of the room. It's obvious that Arizona is feeling pretty good about herself, loving the fact that Callie is just a little bit uneasy on her feet. The need to satisfy an itch is so great that more than once the Latina finds herself leaning against the front lab table in a way that provides just a hint of pressure against her center. But it's never enough and by the time the end of the period rolls around brown eyes are dark with anger.
"What's with her?" Teddy asks as she, Arizona and Mark all finish up and start to pack their bags. "She's been giving you the evil eye all day, Arizona."
The blonde feigns confusion and replies, "No clue. Let's go." She knows that Callie isn't happy right now and hopes that she can use the cover of her friends to slip out.
But just as the three are heading to the door Callie calls, "Ms. Robbins, I need to speak to you."
"Uh oh." Mark whispers. "Someone's in trouble."
"You have no idea." Arizona grumbles. Giving her friends a weak wave, the blonde turns on her heels and marches up to the front of the class. "Hey."
By now there are only a few students remaining in her lab, and she says to them, "I need to run to my office for a few minutes. If you get done while I'm gone just close the door behind you." Then meeting anxious blue eyes, she whispers, "Come with me."
As the two march down the hall Arizona computes the danger in just running away right now. She doubts Callie will chase after her, especially when campus is in full swing, but then that would probably be the end of whatever kind of relationship they had going. Dating or otherwise.
So when Callie unlocks her office and steps in, Arizona follows. The door closes behind her and she turns to find the Latina leaning against it, an unreadable look on her face.
A few seconds of silence pass, each one making Arizona more and more uncomfortable, but then she breaks. "Ok, I'm-"
"That can't happen again." Callie cuts her off.
"I know." Arizona replies.
"I'm serious, Arizona." Torres adds, taking a few steps closer to the blonde. "If you can't control yourself then we have a problem."
Teeth nip at her lower lip and sad, puppy dog eyes look up into brown ones as the woman slowly stalks up to Arizona. "I'm sorry." She whispers. "I just… I find it very hard to be around you and not… want to do things to you."
Brown eyes study the embarrassed blonde in front of her, a smirk slowly pulling on plump lips, and Callie replies, "I kind of like that." A bashful smile appears on a dimpled face, one too cute for Callie to ignore, so she adds, "We just need rules, that's all."
"What kind of rules?" Arizona asks while her fingers play at the hem of the Latina's shirt.
An eyebrow arches in thought and Callie reaches behind her to flick the door's lock closed. "One's with locked doors." The next second a caramel hand comes up to cup a fair cheek and pink lips are attacked by the Latina's mouth. The force behind her lunge pushes Arizona back, the two stumbling backwards until the blonde's legs hit the front of the TA's desk.
"Jesus…" Arizona gasps, then again when strong hands grip at her thighs and lift her easily up onto the ledge. "Fuck, Calliope, what are you-"
"Shut up." The Latina growls between their melded lips.
"The rules…" Her student breathes out, arching into the woman's hips with hers as that fire from taking Callie in the storage room returns.
"You said we're not dating, which means you don't have rules. I'm just going off of what you told me, baby." Callie replies with a cocky smirk, pulling away long enough to undo the blonde's pants. And when a hand slips underneath her panties and roughly cups her center, the sound Arizona makes is something between a moan and a cry. "Shhhh… you have to be quiet or you'll be punished."
Arizona tries to keep her volume down but finds it particularly hard, especially since she has to be quiet. The Latina's finger make quick work of getting the blonde heated up again, within moments that restraining fabric covering her slit becomes moist with arousal. Teeth nip and bite at exposed flesh, creating another level of intensity of this whole encounter. The only thing blue eyes can see are stars, the lack of oxygen making its way into her body only multiplying the effects fingers are creating between her legs.
"God damn it…" Arizona groans, "Just do it already."
"Do what?" Callie asks with a knowing smile. She's not stupid of course; she knows that she's giving just enough to give Arizona pleasure but not enough for any enjoyable outcome. "You think you deserve to get fucked, Arizona? After what you did to me?"
"Yes." The blonde gasps when a thumb makes a less than gentle swipe against an aroused bundle of nerves.
"Oh you think so, huh?" The Latina purrs, teasing the woman by slipping aside the thin barrier and playing at her entrance. "You sure you want me." But the only response she gets is some kind of guttural moan from Arizona, blue eyes clenched closed in frustration as slim hips continue to buck against Callie's hand for more. So Callie leans in to where her lips are a hair's breath away from the blonde's ear.
"You think I'm going to let you enjoy this? After you watched me for two fucking hours…" Her voice is low, dangerously low and it only serves to make the blonde wetter and more frantic. "…two hours as I tried to forget you were just inside me. Fucking me. …Taking me. You liked getting caught, didn't you?" Two strong fingers finally fill Arizona's drenched center making the blonde gasp in shock.
The desk rickety desk rocks beneath them as Callie plunges in and out at a fast pace. This isn't about Arizona's enjoyment, it's about revenge. Callie nearly got caught in a very compromising position with the same woman she swore to her boss wouldn't become a problem just a few days earlier. Sure it was hot and amazing but still… it was too close. So now she exacts her revenge on the whimpering blonde in front of her, daring the woman to make a sound. She goads her on, teasing at that soft spot just inside her while teeth nips painfully at Arizona's neck and earlobe.
"You proud of yourself, Arizona?" Callie growls. "Huh? You proud you fucked me so good that we nearly got caught."
"Yes, yes. God, yes." Arizona replies in a whisper. "Please Calliope, please… Let me… Please…"
Watching the blonde beg for her release is probably the sexiest thing Callie has ever witnessed. Her rhythm within Arizona never falters even though an amazing burn is forming in her forearm, fingers curling and reaching into deeper and deeper into the woman's sex.
"Do it, Arizona. Fucking come. Right. Now." Callie commands her, and blue eyes rolls back into Arizona's head as the balance tips. Warmth washes down to her toes and her hips start to buck uncontrollably. She buries her neck into the stronger woman's neck, tears starting to spring from the corners of her eyes from the effort of remaining quiet.
Arizona quakes and flinches as Callie continues to tease her, a thumb brushing a sensitive bud eliciting a faint gasp, until the Latina pulls out completely. Warm lips gently press against a slightly damp forehead and Callie mumbles, "You ok?"
"Yeah…" Arizona breathes out, slumping back against the cool brick wall behind her. "I… I'm good. Shit…"
The TA removes her hand from Arizona's pants and brings two slick fingers up to her mouth, sucking the blonde's juices off her digits with a satisfied hum. "That was payback." She adds.
"It was worth it." Arizona giggles lazily, the post coital haze falling over her. Seeing the woman so at ease makes Callie's heart flutter and she bends over to kiss parted pink lips. It's soft and slow, the blonde's body still trying to recover from her release, two tongues dancing gently with one another's.
Breaking their embrace, Callie rights herself and holds out a hand to assist Arizona off the desk. Papers and books and pens have scattered to the floor during their tryst but she doesn't care. For two hours she had been dying to get Arizona behind some form of a locked door and teach the woman a lesson. So any casualties that might have happened along the way was just a necessity.
After straightening her shirt and zipping her pants back up, Arizona muses, "We're going to have to work on the whole 'will power' thing."
An amused smirk pulls at the Latina's lips but before she can respond a light knocking on her office door interrupts them. Brown eyes scan the blonde quickly, making sure Arizona is somewhat presentable, and then quickly opens the door.
There, on the other side, with a very smug smile and bright eyes, is Mark. "I'm not interrupting something, am I?"
Callie smiles in return and replies, "Not at all. Can I-"
"Mark!" Arizona barks from behind Callie. "What the hell are you doing?"
"What?" The man whines. "You had been gone a good twenty minutes so I thought you might need some back up. …Besides, Teddy said that she wanted to-"
"I did not!" A fourth voice interrupts, Teddy Altman appearing behind Mark and filling what was left of Callie's doorframe.
During this interchange Callie looks between her blonde and the other two, not knowing the extent of their relationship or how much they know about Arizona and herself.
"You said you wanted to meet the sex tiger." Mark rebuttals, sending a deep crimson blush across the blonde's cheek.
"Sex tiger?" Callie mumbles.
"Oh my god, really?" Arizona whines. "I couldn't have just like one minute?"
But Mark is past his friend's embarrassment and he holds out a strong hand to his new TA. "Mark Sloan."
"Callie Torres." The Latina replies.
"And this is Teddy Altman, Teddy this Callie. There. Introductions have been made. Alright, goodbye." Arizona prattles off at the speed of light and then attempts to shut the door with Mark still in the frame.
"Hey hey, rudeness much?" Teddy interjects, halting her friend's attempts with a hand then moving her gaze to Callie's. "We were wondering if you wanted to join us this weekend for drinks. The three of us usually go to Joe's every Friday night. That's if…" Green eyes shift to smoldering blue and she continues, "Arizona wouldn't mind letting the tiger out of her cage."
"Kill me now." Arizona groans, hiding her face with her hands.
"What's this sex tiger?" Callie asks, still completely lost.
"You." Mark answers with a smile. "At least that's what Blondie tells us." All three gazes fall to Arizona and the blonde silently swears that her friends are definitely going to pay for this.
But then a smile pulls up one corner of Callie's mouth and she looks back to the other two and says, "I would love to join you three. I'll be there."
"Great." Teddy replies, "See you then. …Come on Mark, there was a bus of baseball players unloading out front and I need you to tell me which ones are gay. You know, thin the ranks for me." They give the two women a quick smile before retreating down the hall and slipping out of sight.
Not bothering with closing the office door, their mood having been ruined by their interruption, Callie turns her cocky smile to the blonde and muses, "Sex tiger?"
Blue eyes give the Latina a warning look and she says, "Don't start."
"I think you started that one, sweetness." Callie replies, playfully flipping a lock of blonde hair over Arizona's shoulder. "You don't mind me crashing your Friday night thing, do you?"
"Not at all." Arizona answers truthfully. "But… I'd rather not have our second date with those two."
"Well then, let's fix that." The TA rebuttals. "How about I come over to your place and make you dinner. A real dinner. No corndogs and ice cream this time."
"Sounds good." The blonde replies. "But… you always come to my place, how about I come to you?" Something flashes across brown eyes so quick that Arizona can't catch it, but her suggestion definitely gaze Callie pause. "Is that not ok?" She asks, not wanting to upset the woman.
"I… uh… well, I'm not fully unpacked yet." Torres tries to cover.
"Oh, ok." Arizona breathes out, not able to completely hide the hurt and disappointment in her voice. And instantly her minds starts to formulate scenario after scenario as to why Callie doesn't want her to visit. Maybe there's another girlfriend. Maybe she lives at home. …Maybe she's one of those people who have a whole room dedicated to torture devices? That would keep Arizona from inviting anyone over.
But when Callie hears the slight emotion in the blonde's tone, she says, "No, you know what? You're right. We should have dinner at my place. Besides, it'll keep me from having to bring half my kitchen anyways. …I don't know how you live on bread and peanut butter, woman."
A dimple appears from the lopsided grin Arizona is wearing, and she replies, "Well, I eat out a lot."
Their eyes exchange a loaded gaze and Callie murmurs, "I know you do…" Her fingers find purchase in Arizona's shirt and she pulls the blonde forward for a soft kiss. "So, tomorrow night?"
"It's a date, tiger." Arizona replies. With one last quick peck, the blonde slings her bag over her shoulder and leaves, her body already humming with all the possibilities that tomorrow night might bring.