AN: Honestly, y'all, I have no idea how much a doctor for an NHL team would make. And I don't care to look it up. And I further don't care to look up who got the Seattle NHL team, so everything is just made up. Also, I took an edible before I wrote this and I was listening to "Dream On" by Aerosmith, and while I don't think the two things are correlated, it is just what it is. I legit just stared at my computer for like a solid twenty seconds because I forgot what I was doing. Right. Anyway. I hope you like it. The story, not the edible, I already ate it.
Arizona always found Calliope sexy; in scrubs, in scrubs with her lab coat on, in scrubs in the OR, naked, naked in their bed, naked in their shower, did she say naked?, in jeans and a ratty t-shirt, in sweat pants, in pyjamas, or naked, really Calliope Torres was walking sex on a stick no matter what she was wearing.
Or wasn't wearing.
But Arizona loved, absolutely really really loved, with a capital L, when her wife was dressed professionally. Even during their custody trial, Callie all smoky and sexy with black and dark colours, the woman could kill her with how undeniably sexy she was. Even when Callie was on trial herself, and she had those ridiculous rhinestone stockings on, all Arizona had wanted to do was get down on her knees and reverently run her fingers tips over the butterflies (and Callie had said she hated butterflies) and then do things to her. Sexy things. Like the kind of things she - nope, not going there.
But today, in her deep navy almost black blazer and skirt, with a shockingly white flowy blouse on, their first Valentine's heart necklace on, and those hoopy earrings, and her hair all swooshed back and her make-up done to perfection, she was dressed to kill. And she was killing Arizona, because all Arizona wanted to do was drag Callie into the nearest private place, she'd even take a semi-private place, she wasn't an exhibionist by any stretch of the imagination, but the echoes of her prosthetic hitting the door as it hung limply beside her while Callie fucked her haunted her, and she wouldn't even mind all that much if someone caught them in a similar position.
But Arizona was still a lady.
If only on the outside.
Because while she was here as Calliope's wife, she was also here as Callie's wife, and Dr. Callie Torres didn't need her wife to be acting like some crazed sex maniac in the office building of her hopefully soon to be future employers.
So she'd have to stop looking at Calliope like that, because Dr. Callie Torres was here as a surgeon and doctor and recently triple board certified sports medicine surgeon, as in she'd gotten the email last night just after Arizona had gotten her off, twice, and in celebration of her wife's excellence as both a doctor and a human being, Arizona did it a third time.
And then a fourth.
And then it was four in the morning, and they were still mothers and their daughter was asleep, and she had to go to her first away camp with her girl scout group (a sleepover at the aquarium), that they had to have her ready in three and a half hours for.
But then Callie had made Arizona come for the fifth time that night, and well, all Arizona could say was that she'd had less sleep before, and she returned the five times favour.
She was a lady after all.
And then they both came a sixth time, but this was better because they came together. Both extremely sensitive from the long night, it hadn't taken much. Just one, two, and then a third thrust of Callie's hot and soaked centre against hers and they collapsed in each other's arms, a tangled mess of arms and legs and sweat and love. If they were to describe their sex life to anyone, which they wouldn't ever do, one would not imagine two early forties women. With a child. And successful careers.
Then, as if the universe was mocking them, the sun had started to rise. So they trudged off to the shower, together of course, and made out. While Arizona was a bit saddened by the distinct lack of more sex, they were interrupted in the making out by a knock at the door, Sofia had awakened early in her excitement for her time to 'sleep with the fishes.' Though both of her mothers had laughed the first time she'd said it, she did her annoyed Callie huff with a mix of Mark glare and a dash of Arizona pout because neither of them would explain why they'd found it funny.
And they still wouldn't explain when they fell into giggles this time.
After breakfast and drop off, they had headed home for a quick nap, and no sex this time, because Callie really needed to be refreshed and clean for this hopefully last meeting with the Seattle NHL team.
Arizona was secretly hoping that they would name themselves The Kraken. Since Calliope had forced her to watch The Pirates of the Caribbean movies, she'd sometimes shout "Release the Kraken" in her mind, and then she'd laugh. Also in her mind.
So after a quick morning nap, but no quickie, they showered again, separately, and then gotten dressed and were now just waiting in the lobby for someone. Truthfully she'd been staring at Callie's exposed legs when she'd told her who they were waiting for, but she hadn't heard a thing.
"Cal!" An unfamiliar man shouted, rushing over to hug Callie, but judging by the look on her face and the way she'd accepted and returned the hug, Callie knew this man.
"Jimmy!" Knew this man and his name.
But she was still holding Arizona's hand, and it wasn't long before they had broken their hug and Callie turned to her, that radiant smile on her face, the one that Arizona wished she could capture in a bottle so she could carry it everywhere with her, and Callie's fingers tightened between hers, and her brown eyes sparkled and shone. All Arizona could do was melt a little and smile.
"Arizona, this is Jimmy. Uhh, Dr. James Carlson. He's the head doctor for the New York Rangers," she'd gestured to him vaguely, but kept smiling at her. "Jimmy, this is my wife Dr. Arizona Robbins."
And when Dr. Jimmy Carlson hugged her, his enthusiasm for life made her want to hug him back. Once he pulled back he turned his own smile to her, his brown eyes not sparkling as much as her wife's, but Arizona could tell that he was a nice and friendly man. "Wife? Cal, she's gorgeous!" He might also be a little bit gay. "Why didn't you tell us, you know Brad and I would have flown out!"
"It all happened so fast, I'm sorry. Did he come with you?" Callie asked, suddenly turning her head to look around for the mysterious Brad. Arizona looked too, before she realized she didn't know who Brad was.
"Yes! He's at the hotel, you know my husband," so gay, or at least gay enough to be married to a man. Her own wife was bisexual, she knew not to make that kind of assumption, "He wanted to shop a little while I was in meetings today. Where's Sofia?"
"She's at the aquarium for the night."
"Oh!" Jimmy almost shouted, and Arizona knew that she would like this man. "Dinner? You and me and Brad and your wife Arizona!"
Arizona was nodding before Callie even turned to look at her. Obviously this was someone important from Callie's time in New York, and though they had talked about it and she'd heard mention of a Jimmy and a Brad, but didn't know that they were Jimmy and Brad, and she was excited to meet these people from Callie's time away.
"Excellent!" Jimmy said again, pulling them both into a hug.
Just then, over the shoulder of Jimmy, Eliza Minnick walked in. Their eyes met across the room, and while the sinking feeling of the last time she was mentioned wasn't there, she was still filled with some kind of dread. She had legitimately gone crazy there, stealing one of her best friend's baby and hiding out in a wing of the hospital that she rarely travelled.
Obviously Callie had seen her too, because they had both stiffened and Jimmy let both of them go and turned, the same exuberance in his voice as he yelled "Eliza!" and made his way to the other woman.
"You okay?" Callie asked, softly and in her ear.
"Yes, Calliope," she said, smiling up at her wife. Because that crazy hadn't been about Callie. It hadn't even been about Dr. Minnick. It was all of her insecurities come to the surface, about herself and who she was. She knew she could have fallen in love with Eliza Minnick, given the chance, but she hadn't been given the chance, and she didn't care about that anymore. What had bothered her then, and even a little bit now, was that she had felt a little bit used.
She had kind of wondered if Eliza had been drawn to her because it wasn't exactly a secret that she, Arizona Robbins - Human Rainbow, was super gay. And she had an in. Eliza had even brought up The Grey-Sloan Seven thing, as if that had been important. And so part of her, a very large part, felt that she had been used as an in with the hospital and it's staff, which had backfired harder on Eliza than it had on Arizona, Bailey's only comment "Bros before potential love interests" notwithstanding.
Suddenly Arizona wondered if she should tell Bailey that the correct vernacular was "brovaries before ovaries," but that too was unimportant.
"It had nothing to do with you, Calliope." She whispered again, raising her hand to lovingly stroke her wife's cheek. She smiled again when Callie's face leaned into the touch. "It was my own insecurity, about myself. Not about you. Not about you and me either. I was falling in love with you then, remember?"
"Yes," Callie whispered back, leaning forward to place a soft kiss on Arizona's lips, which she returned gratefully.
"And I fell so hard, and there you were, waiting for me." Arizona whispered, lightly kissing her wife's lips again.
"I'll always catch you Arizona, I love you." And she could feel the way Callie loved her. Could feel it in the way she still leant into her palm, could feel it in the way that Callie still hadn't let go of her hand.
Before she could respond Jimmy was already walking back over to them, practically dragging Eliza along behind him.
"Cal! Arizona! This is Dr. Eliza Minnick!" and Arizona had wanted to say duh, but if Sofia wasn't allowed to say it, then neither was she. "Eliza, this is Cal and her wife, Arizona!" Everything this man said sounded like it was the best and most exciting thing he'd ever said.
"Yes, hello again Dr. Minnick, thank you again so much for helping me prepare for the boards." Callie said, offering her hand to shake, which Eliza took gingerly.
"Hello, Dr. Minnick. It's nice to see you again." Which was a total lie, but judging by Callie's reaction she couldn't tell. Neither did Eliza or Jimmy. At least she hoped.
"Yes, you too Dr. Robbins."
"Wait, how did you know her name? Or that she's a doctor? Do you guys know each other?" And though Arizona had known Jimmy for all of ten minutes, the way his eyebrows wiggled suggestively reminded her of Mark and the way he could insinuate sex into everything.
"Yes, when I came to Seattle three years ago to help with their resident program, Dr. Robbins was here." Eliza said, offering Arizona a small smile.
Just as Jimmy was about to say something more, a young woman approached them, "Dr. Torres, Dr. Carlson, Dr. Minnick, and Mrs. Robbins-" but she was cut off by the other three people that surrounded her all saying "Dr. Robbins!" except Jimmy, who had said it very excitedly.
"My apologies Dr. Robbins. Mr. Santana is ready for you."
And they all followed, a bit awkwardly, except for Jimmy whose enthusiasm for life couldn't be brought down by the three uncomfortable women that were following him. Arizona idly wondered if anything could bring Jimmy down. She doubted it. She used to be that perky.
Arizona couldn't remember a worse elevator ride. And she worked at Grey-Sloan Memorial.
Approaching the large boardroom, the woman who had retrieved them turned to face them. "Mr. Santana would like to speak to Dr. Torres and Dr. Carlson alone first, then when they are finished I will come back for you Dr. Robbins and Dr. Minnick." She didn't give any of them a chance to argue or refuse, she just waved to a small side room and waved them in, beckoning Callie and Jimmy along with her eyes.
When Arizona caught Callie's, she offered what she hoped was a winning and reassuring smile, but could tell she wasn't entirely successful. Sighing she stepped into the waiting room and took a seat, while Eliza moved the other seat away from her and sat as well.
A million questions raced through her head, but Arizona kept quiet.
But Eliza couldn't handle the silence and started to say her name "Ari-" but before she finished, Arizona spoke, softly, and was finally successful at keeping the emotions out of her voice. "Why did you do it?"
Cause really, who just leaves without telling people? Crappy people do that.
"Arizona, I just… after we learned about Stephanie, about Dr. Edwards, I didn't want to-"
"To what?" Thank god she was able to control her voice, cause now she was angry. "To leave without telling me? To not answer my phone calls or texts or emails?"
"I didn't want to face you choosing them over me again."
Arizona felt her own eyebrow quirk in surprise. She would have chosen them, and she wouldn't have been sorry for that.
"You chased me, Eliza. You knew who I was, you knew that my allegiance would be with them. You made a horrible mistake that cost the hospital an excellent resident, you almost cost her her life. I would have chosen them." Even Edwards, the one who broke her leg. Because Edwards was hers.
"Yes, I made a mistake, and I wanted my girlfriend to take my side for once."
"Seriously?" Okay, a little anger came out that time.
"Yes, Arizona. I would try to talk to you about my problems, and you would always brush them off."
"I liked you Eliza, a lot. I meant what I said when I told you that you could have friends here. But you didn't listen, you kept walking around like you owned the place, always talking down about the attendings, the attendings who are my friends. I really liked you, but I love them." And really, that's what she should have said three years ago. She should have stood up for Richard more, she should have stood up for her friends more. But, she also knew that Eliza hadn't been wrong, residents shouldn't have to fight for surgeries, they should be given opportunities to learn in a safe way.
But not Eliza's way, because Arizona hated her. She didn't hate her. She didn't like her, but she didn't hate her.
But before Eliza could say anything else, the woman came back to get them, they both followed in silence. Arizona slipped into the chair beside Callie, who immediately placed a comforting hand in Arizona's arm. Covering it with her other hand, she gave it a squeeze and smiled briefly at Callie before the man before them started talking.
"So, Dr. Robbins, your wife tells me that you are a surgeon at Grey-Sloan as well. Tell me about that."
"Oh, umm, okay. I'm a pediatric surgeon, as well as a maternal-fetal surgeon, and while I am certified as an OB, I generally only get involved in emergencies or when OB needs a hand."
"So you're just as accomplished as your wife?"
"Oh no, she's much more accomplished than I am. She won a Catherine Fox Award!"
"You were nominated the same year!" Luckily Mr. Santana and Jimmy both laughed when Callie responded to her exclamation loudly.
"Yes, I saw the speech. After Jimmy recommended Callie for the position, we started gathering information about her. What kind of surgeon she was, how do patients generally feel about her, what her peers say. Dr. Minnick and Dr. Carlson both support her as our sports medicine specialist."
So that's why Eliza was here today. Arizona had been wondering.
"So Callie, did you get certified?" Mr. Santana asked.
And Arizona smiled at Callie. She was radiant now, smiling that gorgeous smile that Arizona loved, sitting tall and proud in her chair, looking gorgeous. Her wife was an amazing doctor. She'd done so many amazing things, had saved so many people that others had written off… Arizona was, and always had been, in awe of her as a surgeon.
"I did," And Jimmy and Eliza both clapped and smiled for her.
"Excellent, so the last order of business is salary."
"Yes, I'd like to say something here first, though." Callie began, and Arizona turned to her, to just watch as her amazing wife fought for what she thought she deserved. What she knew she deserved, and how fierce and powerful she looked as she did it. "When Seattle joins the NHL next year, there will be 32 teams. Of the 31 current teams, 31 sports medicine specialists are male. I will be the first woman to hold this position. As a doctor, I can do the job, and I will do it extremely well," both she and Jimmy nodded at this, "but as a woman, I am affronted that the salary and benefits you offered are so low compared to similar positions around the league."
"Well, we're a new team Dr. Torres," the switch to her formal title was not lost on any of them, "the cost of everything has to be evaluated and factored into the long term stability of the NHL in Seattle."
"And I understand that, but when Dr. Fincher was hired for the Vegas Golden Knights he was offered almost twice as much as you offered me." Arizona noted that Mr. Santana looked surprised that Callie knew that. She was surprised that Callie knew that.
She was also incredibly turned on right now, which, you know, inappropriate, but seeing Callie do her business thing and being all tall and powerful… it was arousing. Like… deeply. She could feel it coil low in her stomach, taking up all the space that was there. She had to cross her legs to relieve some of the pressure.
"I know that I don't have the same level of experience in sports medicine as Dr. Carlson or Dr. Minnick, but I have worked extensively in the past with both the Mariners and Seahawks, as you know, and you were the one that approached me. When your organization asked who would be a good fit, Dr. Carlson recommended me, I proved my ability to learn and grow by passing the boards without a fellowship, using past experience and learning new techniques."
God damn. Calliope Torres was a badass. Still inappropriate Robbins, get your mind out of the gutter.
"Mr. Santana, I appreciate the opportunity for myself and for Grey-Sloan Memorial, but I am afraid I will have to turn it down if you don't offer me what I am worth."
Arizona had known Callie was going to say this. They had talked about it. They didn't need the money, and though the prestige for the hospital would be wonderful, and the opportunity for Callie's career would be even better, she would have to fight for it.
And yet… still so amazingly badass. Callie still, still, had incredible stage fright. She was awful, she'd thrown up this morning. But if the only thing you knew about Calliope Torres was from this meeting, you would never have known that. Arizona was kind of wondering if she did actually have stage fright, or if that was all a ruse to get her to take her clothes off that one time.
But Mr. Santana didn't say anything for a moment, Jimmy looked as if he was watching a tennis match the way his eyes darted between Callie and Mr. Santana. Eliza had a faint smirk on her face, and all Arizona could do was stare at Callie. All sexy and radiant and businessy.
Finally, the older business man slid a piece of paper towards Callie who grabbed it an opened it. Somehow her face remained passive as she showed the strip to Arizona. Those six zeroes did not let her keep her own face passive. But she quickly tamped it down. They had not talked about the exact amount of money that would be involved. They had talked about the travel requirements, especially in the spring, and the fact that she'd need a new attending in ortho (which was pending approval, just waiting to see if she got the contract), also the games that Sofia and she would go to, and the sexy tracksuit Callie would wear (Arizona had gone out immediately and bought a similar style to the ones she saw on TV and had then proceeded to immediately rip it off of her)... but they hadn't talked about this kind of money. It was less than they made as chiefs and the checks from hospital profits… but still.
Sexy and badass Calliope Torres. Her wife.
Callie showed the paper to Jimmy, and he just offered her a slight nod. So she turned her smile to Mr. Santana and held out her hand, while confidently saying "Looks like we have a deal."
888*
The meeting hadn't lasted much longer, thankfully, because she could tell by the way that Arizona was staring at her, that she needed to get her wife home. Even more thankfully, Minnick had politely declined Jimmy's invitation to join them for dinner, which was now a celebration dinner, and even more than that thankfully, Brad had called so Jimmy had run off to be with his husband for the next few hours until they would meet up for dinner.
Arizona had practically pounced on her the second they entered their house, the front door not even closed all the way as she had two armfuls of Arizona and the force of that launching had slammed the door with her back as Arizona pushed them against it.
And not that she was complaining, because really, why would she, but her wife was wasting no time at all leading Callie to where she wanted to go. Sexually, because apparently Arizona didn't care where they were geographically in the house, and not that Callie cared either, but this door was probably getting tired of all the sex they had against it.
But it was door, why was she worried about it's feelings? Do doors have feelings?
And if you knew where to look, which she did because she looked often, there was a small black scuff mark three inches off the ground from where she'd fucked Arizona against it the first time, and Callie couldn't bring herself to clean that one blemish on the otherwise white door. She'd look at it sometimes and smile, remembering the way that Arizona had clung to her in that moment, had broken the skin from digging her fingernails into the back of her neck, had fussed about it later when she'd seen what she'd done.
Had kissed it better and made it up to her in the kitchen.
So the scuff mark would stay.
"God, Calliope, I can't get enough of you." Arizona whispered against her neck.
And Callie had wanted to say, "The feeling is mutual," but all that came out of her mouth was a low, nonsensical moan as Arizona's teeth bit her pulse point and Callie felt her knees go weak.
"I mean we had sex like twelve hours ago, we had all kinds of sex. We made love, and then you fucked me, and then I fucked you, and then we fucked each other, and then we made love again and yet here I am, needing to fuck you again." Arizona's lips had moved up the column of Callie's throat, and they were on her ear along with her teeth, and her hands were all over Callie's body in some erratic pattern that had no rhyme or reason, and it was driving her absolutely crazy because she couldn't focus on anything because there was so much happening at once.
And then to that, she had wanted to say "Take me to bed," but she knew that some of the times she had come the hardest with Arizona there hadn't been a bed involved. There hadn't even been a bed in sight. There had been doors though. And walls. And one time the kitchen table. But even though she had wanted to say all of that, all she could manage was to say Arizona's name, sort of, she started okay, but then one of Arizona's hands had pulled her hair and the other had slipped up her thigh and it came out like "Ariz-ughhhhhh-a."
"I was watching you today, just staring at you, all sexy and fuckable in that blue suit, which I mean you can't ever wear again in public, and not because I'm going to tear it off even though I really want to, but because you're entirely too beautiful and fuckable in it, and I get so jealous when people look at you the way I look at you." And now Arizona's fingers were almost right where Callie needed them, she could feel the way that the blonde was purposely keeping her distance with her hands, but the way Arizona was able to hold up her useless body and her boneless legs, and maintain this weird equilibrium of Callie needing to beg Arizona to please just please fuck me, and just touching her everywhere and nowhere at the same time.
But all Callie was able to do was hold on to Arizona tighter and mumbled incoherently into somehow loose blonde waves and breathe her in, and mumble incoherently some more.
"I mean you're the sexiest woman I've ever seen in my life Calliope. The first time I saw you, I wanted you. That's never happened to me before. And every other time I look at you I burn with arousal, and I just stare and I stare and I stare, and sometimes when I see you staring back, it's like I believe in magic and I can't help myself." And then Arizona's fingers moved the two inches up and Callie didn't know if it was because she was still sensitive from last night, or if it was because no one had the ability to wind her up so tightly as Arizona could, or if it was because of the way that Arizona was mostly talking to her neck and her hands had finally found purchase on her breast and her dripping centre, or if it was because she knew she'd have a hickey tomorrow and it didn't worry her, but when those deft and hot and magical fingers made contact with her clit she was flying the fuck apart in Arizona's arms, screaming something.
Time meant nothing as her core pulsated over and over, she could feel the pounding of her heartbeat, and Arizona's, in her clit, and she could feel the way that Arizona's lips had moved from her neck to her ear, and though she could tell that her wife was whispering things in her ear, she couldn't make out the words.
Finally, however long it had been and she honestly didn't care, the feeling came back to her body, and she opened her eyes to find them sitting on the couch in the living room, and she was slumped on top of Arizona.
She made to move, but strong arms wrapped around her neck and Arizona's leg wrapped around her thighs to hold her in place, so she settled back on top of Arizona, her wife letting out a contented sigh.
"How did we get here?" She asked, confused.
"Umm… you may have passed out for like a second." The smug and self satisfied look in blue eyes made her laugh.
"Oh." Was all she could offer, slipping her hands underneath the body beneath hers.
"I barely touched you and you passed out for a second, and then you were back, and I tried to get you to the couch and you came willingly, obviously, but somehow when I spun you to get you to sit, you kind of grinded down on my thigh and you fell on top of me and here we are."
"How long?"
"Like five seconds, max."
And suddenly Callie couldn't contain the laughter that bubbled out of her, and she was quickly joined by the musical laughter of her wife. "That's never happened to me before."
"Me either," Arizona said, her voice filled with awe and wonder and love.