Title: Breaking at the Cracks

Chapter: Fourteen - "Speechless" - The Final Chapter

Author: laurenxx3 (iheartcallietorres on ff)

Pairing: Callie/Arizona, Callie/Addison (friendship)

Rating: NC-17 (PLEASE NOTE RATING CHANGE!)

Summary: Callie's devastated after Arizona leaves for Africa and now has no job, no place to live and no prospect of either. Addison comes to the rescue and whisks her away to California.

Disclaimer: You know the drill. All characters belong to Shonda Rhimes/ABC. I don't own anything. Any similarities to real life situations/persons are purely coincidental. Not for profit; for entertainment purposes only.

A/N: I have absolutely NO medical knowledge beyond what I see/hear on Grey's Anatomy, so forgive me of any medical-related errors. Also, this is un-beta'd, so all mistakes are mine. Please let me know if you come across any, but I'm pretty OCD about grammar and spelling, so there shouldn't be too many mistakes. As always, comments are much appreciated (and will encourage me to write more fics in the future - *hint, hint*).

A/N 2: This starts off after 7x07 and will NOT follow the events past that, except for maybe a few small things. I will *not* include spoilers for future episodes. I was going to go for drama, but most of you (er, all of you) voted for fluff and a rating change instead, citing the fact that there's already enough drama on the show as it is. I concur. So, enjoy the new rating. ;)

Speechless

Feels like I have always known you

And I swear I dreamt about you

All those endless nights I was alone

It's like I've spent forever searching

And now I know that it was worth it

With you it feels like I am finally home

Falling head over heels

Thought I knew how it feels

But with you it's like the first day of my life

::~::The Veronicas::~::

[Callie's POV]

I woke slowly, feeling a pressure on my uninjured side. I opened my eyes, squinting in the brightness of the sunlight streaming through the window. I grinned when I saw that the weight was Arizona, curled against my side as she laid her head on my shoulder, sound asleep.

As much as I hated to disturb her, my bladder screamed for my attention. "Arizona," I said softly, nudging my shoulder slightly.

She mumbled something unintelligible in her sleep before letting out a soft snore.

"Arizona, your pager's going off," I lied. That did the trick. She sat up and was already reaching for her jeans when she remembered that she wasn't actually a surgeon here in LA. She turned back to me, hands on her hips, glaring at me.

I couldn't hold back my laughter, which made my bladder hurt even more. I moved to get out of the bed and make my way into the bathroom. I was reaching for my crutches when Arizona reached my side and helped me to stand.

"That was a dirty trick," she said.

"But it worked," I pointed out. "I had to pee but you wouldn't wake up."

She rolled her eyes and helped me into the bathroom before stating that she was going to go start some coffee.

I've been out of the hospital for two weeks and I already feel a lot better. Mark had deemed my cheekbone healed and, thank God, my vision was fine. It had been a bit blurry at first, but it was back to normal now. My arm didn't hurt nearly as much and my ribs had healed. My leg was still giving me issues, but that was to be expected. I had another appointment with Dr. Noble in a week to reassess and see if another surgery was needed.

The past two weeks have been incredible, despite the pain I've been in. Arizona was a wonderful nurse. No wonder her patients love her. She understood when I was cranky and knew just how to deal with me then. I admit to being kind of mean when I'm cranky, but she'd never been fazed.

I'm amazed at how quickly we'd become so comfortable with each other again. There had been a few moments of awkwardness at first, like when she'd given me sponge baths or had to help me change clothes. But all that awkwardness had disappeared quickly.

But we haven't had sex since her return.

I hobbled out to the kitchen on my crutches to find Arizona yawning as she poured a cup of coffee. She set a mug in front of me as I carefully lowered myself into the chair. "Thanks," I said, taking a sip.

"I need to go to the grocery store," Arizona said as she sat across from me. "Your cupboards are pretty bare."

"I'll go with you," I said, hoping she'd just go with it.

"Oh, no you aren't," she said without skipping a beat. "You need to stay here and rest."

I rolled my eyes—yes, both of them—and sighed. "Arizona, all I've been doing is resting," I whined. "I have the worst cabin fever. The only time I've left this apartment in the past two weeks is when I had that apointment at the hospital. I need to get out for a bit." I said that last part pleadingly, as if willing her to acquiess.

She studied me, but finally nodded. "Alright, fine, but you're using one of those powered wheelchair things the store provides."

"Arizona," I started to protest.

"Take it or leave it," she said, standing to retreat to the bedroom to change.

"Fine," I grumbled, following her slowly.

We quickly dressed and made our way to her rental car. The fresh air filled my lungs, refreshing me. Granted, it was LA's version of fresh air, but it was better than the stuffy apartment air.

"Calliope Torres, you better sit down!" Arizona scolded a bit later when we were in the grocery store. Arizona had been reaching for something on the top shelf, but it was just out of her reach. I'd stood to get it.

I grasped the box of pasta and stuck out my tongue at her before sitting back down and chucking it into the metal cart.

I heard Arizona mumble something to herself as she grabbed a can of tomato sauce.

I loved grocery shopping with Arizona. I always have. There's something so… domestic about it. It's the kind of thing that gives me warm fuzzies inside. Even if I had to ride in a damn wheelchair while doing it.

Arizona banned me from the kitchen when we arrived back at the apartment, claiming that I would have only tried to help put groceries away in the high cabinets. She had a point.

I sulked in the living room, hating how useless I was feeling.

I also felt grungy. No matter how amazing Arizona's sponge baths are, there's nothing like a hot shower on sore, stiff muscles.

Arizona returned from the kitchen and sat next to me on the couch.

"I want to take a shower," I pouted, giving her my best puppy dog eyes.

"I can give you a sponge bath," she suggested. "Maybe help you wash your hair in the sink."

I shook my head. "You should help me wash my hair in the shower," I reiterated.

"Calliope, your leg—"

"Can be properly covered so the brace doesn't get wet," I supplied. "I'm an orthopedic surgeon."

"But you can't put any weight on it and there's nothing to hold onto in your shower."

"Which is why you should join me," I said in my best seductive voice. I really wanted a shower. And the fact that Arizona would be in there with me, naked and wet, was only the French vanilla icing with sprinkles on the cake. "Please, Arizona? I feel gross. You know how I hate to feel sweaty and gross."

She rolled her eyes but stood. "Fine," she said, holding out her hand. I grinned broadly and took it.

In the bathroom, things got a bit awkward again. She's seen me naked in the past two weeks on numerous occasions, but it had always been innocent. And she'd never been naked with me. Actually, there'd been no reason for me to see her naked these past two weeks, so I haven't.

So when she pulled her shirt off over her head and her fingers moved to the button of her jeans, I found myself staring, licking my lips in anticipation. I reached out from where I sat on the closed lid of the commode and stopped her fingers.

"Let me," I said. Her hands dropped away and I unfastened the button, then pulled down the zipper, loving the hissing sound. She had to help me push the tight denim down her legs, but soon, she was standing in front of me in only her light pink lacy bra and matching bikini panties.

I grinned and settled my uninjured hand on her hip, guiding her to stand directly in front of me. I leaned forward and placed my lips against the soft skin of her abdomen, just below her bellybutton.

"Calliope," she sighed out. "This is supposed to be shower time, not sexy time."

I looked up at her. "Why can't it be both?" I asked. I tugged at her panties with my good hand, grinning when I succeeded in removing them one-handed. I placed more feather-light kisses along her abdomen until I reached her hipbone, tracing the slightly protruding bone with my tongue.

Arizona groaned softly, threading her fingers into my hair. "Calliope, shower."

I chuckeld slightly, but stood when she helped me. After shedding the rest of our clothes and making sure my leg brace and arm cast were protected from the water, she helped me into the shower stall to stand under the hot spray of the water. I moaned in the sheer exquisitness of the water cascading over my aching body.

Arizona stepped in after me, closing the shower door behind her. It felt really good to take a shower, to wash off the grit that the sponge baths had missed. We attacked my hair first, lathering the newly shorn locks with shampoo, then conditioner. My head had been covered when Arizona had first come to my hospital room, so she'd been surprised when the bandages had been removed to find that I'd cut my hair. But she's said she liked it. Her exact words? "You look really pretty."

I groaned in pleasure as Arizona ran the coconut-scented bodysoap-covered loofa over my front. My pleasure was two-fold: the pleasure of finally being clean and the pleasure of Arizona touching me in ways that I've only been dreaming about lately.

I noticed Arizona grin at my groan, just as she moved the loofa over my over-sensitive breast. The loofa grazed my nipple. It pebbled in response. Arizona's grin broadened, but she moved on to finish cleansing me.

When all the soap had finally been rinsed away, I couldn't take it anymore. I gripped Arizona's upper arm and pulled her to stand in front of me, so close but not quite touching.

"Kiss me."

::~*~*~*::

[Arizona's POV]

I knew that Calliope had used the shower as an excuse to try and get me to make love with her. I was so close to caving, but I still had reservations.

My hesitation wasn't because I didn't want her or because I was upset with her. No, my hesitation was only because I was afraid of hurting her. This would be our first time making love since we got back together. I wanted it to be perfect. I didn't want to ruin it by accidentally hitting her leg or worrying about hitting her leg. She deserved better.

But when she asked me to kiss her in that sexy voice, her pupils dilated with arousal, I felt my reservations crumbling. How could I deny her anything?

I stood on tiptoe and pressed my lips to hers, gentle at first, but she wrapped an arm arouns my waist and pulled me flush against her, our equally naked and wet bodies coming into contact. We both moaned softly in pleasure of feeling one another.

The kiss heated immediately upon feeling her breasts pressed against mine. Our tongues tangled, battling for control. I placed one hand on her hip, supporting her, and my other traveled up her side, grazing the side of her breast.

My arm made contact with the hard cast on her arm covered in plastic and I was pulled back into reality. I pulled away from the kiss and stepped back, breaking the contact between us. Calliope whimpered in protest.

I reached behind her and turned off the water, which had begun to cool anyway.

"Arizona," Calliope pouted. I silenced her with another kiss, this one brief and full of tenderness and promises.

I reached out and grabbed a towel, quickly drying myself off before drying Calliope off. I helped her out of the shower stall, quickly removing the stuff we'd wrapped around her arm and leg to keep her cast and brace dry. Then I led her into the bedroom.

I guided her to lay back on the bed, grabbing a pillow to support her leg. Calliope couldn't keep her hands to herself while I made sure she was comfortable. Finally satisfied that she was as protected against accidential pain as possible, I moved to her uninjured side and stretched out next to her.

"I don't want to hurt you," I whispered. I traced her temple and cheek, brushing my fingertips over the fresh scar marring her perfection, finding beauty in her imperfection.

"You won't," she responded, trying to pull me to her. I resisted.

"I might," I said. "By accident. I need you to promise me that you'll stop me if I'm doing something that hurts."

She softened and cupped my cheek. "I promise."

I leaned down and kissed her softly, teasingly. She tried to lift her head to press her lips more fully against mine, but I pulled back slightly, a grin on my lips. "Patience, Calliope. Patience."

She groaned in frustration, but it turned into a moan as I placed my hand low on her stomach, splaying my fingers so that my pinky just barely grazed the top of her mound. I glided my hand up to cup a perfectly formed breast, teasing the tip with my thumb.

"I love how responsive you are," I whispered into her ear as her nipple hardened. I captured the sensitive tip between my thumb and forefinger, causing her to groan.

"Close your eyes," I whispered. She looked at me questioningly. "Close them. Just feel." She closed them, taking a deep breath. I gripped her uninjured hand and pulled it up above her head. "Don't move," I ordered. I saw her swallow, but she nodded slightly.

I leaned down and pressed my lips fully against hers this time, nudging her lips apart with my insistant tongue, swallowing her hum of pleasure. I returned my hand to her breast, caressing gently, but firmly. I broke the kiss to move down and take the still hardened tip of her breast between my lips.

"Arizona," she gasped, sending chills down my spine. I loved the sound of my name rolling off her tongue when she was aroused. Her voice gets low and raspy, the sexiest thing I've ever heard, by far.

I stayed to the side of her, avoiding her right side so I didn't bump into her accidentally, as I moved down, my lips and tongue following my fingertips as they coasted over her ribs, stomach, abdomen…

I dipped my tongue into her naval, teasing her.

"Arizona, please," she groaned out, her hips already pressing forward.

As much as I wanted to tease her, I was only teasing myself by doing so, driving myself insane in the process. So I stopped my torture and brought my hand to where I knew she wanted it, gliding it effortlessly up the inside of her left thigh until I came into contact with her heated core.

She groaned when I covered her with my entire hand, pressing against her outer labia. I could already feel her arousal against my fingers. I pressed a finger into her as my lips surrounded her clit, teasing it with my tongue.

"Oh, God," I heard Calliope groan. She tunneled her fingers though my hair and I nearly stopped to scold her for moving, but I couldn't pull away. I'd missed this. Missed tasting her with my lips and tongue, missed giving her pleasure, missed hearing her moans. I'd missed her.

I knew it wouldn't take much to make her come this first time, so I didn't try and tease her again. Instead, I thrust two fingers into her in a steady rhythm, my tongue matching the pace against her clit.

Calliope's fingers tightened in my hair as she thrust her hips forward. I glanced up to see that her head was thrown back, pushing her breasts out.

I wrapped my lips around her clit and sucked, knowing that's all it would take to send her over the edge. I felt her tense and her fingers tightened even more, almost painfully. My fingers were trapped inside her as her muscles spasmed from the impact of her orgasm. She cried out my name on a long, low groan, nearly making me come at the sound of it.

I sipped at her juices until she'd stilled, breathing heavily from the exhertion of her orgasm. I gave her clit one last nudge with my tongue before kissing my way up her abdomen and stomach, removing my fingers from her at the same time. She groaned in protest as I slid my fingers slowly from her.

I grinned as my lips hovered over her own lips. Her fingers were still threaded through my hair and she pulled me to her so that our lips met with fervor, her tongue demanding entrance. I'd learned early on, from the first time we'd had sex, that Calliope loved the taste of herself on my lips and tongue.

I returned the kiss briefly before pulling back and staring down at her. "I love you," I said softly.

She brought me to her again, out lips brushing.

"I love you, too," she whispered, eyes shining with that very emotion. "I'm so glad you're home."

I felt a huge smile spread across my lips at her words. Home. She was right. I was home. Here, in her arms, I was home.

'Cause you leave me speechless

When you talk to me

You leave me breathless

The way you look at me

You manage to disarm me

My soul is shining through

Can't help but surrender

My everything to you

::~::The Veronicas::~::

Author's Note: Um, so this is the last chapter. : ) I hope y'all enjoyed this as much as I enjoyed writing it. I already have ideas for a "tying up the loose ends" epilogue if enough people want it… So, what's the verdict? Epiloge or no? =p