Title: All Bets Are Off 21/?
Author: GreysAddictJ
Pairing: Callie/Arizona
Rating: NC-17/M
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine. No infringement intended. Also, I don't use a beta, so all mistakes are mine.
Summary: A/U - World class professional poker player Arizona Robbins is known for keeping her cool in high intensity situations. What happens when an upstart new player, Callie Torres, sets her world spinning out of control?
A/N: I don't really know much about the geography/locations in and around Vegas, so sorry if I get anything wrong. I tried to make it kind of vague.
A/N2: This chapter is dedicated to a friend of mine, you know who you are, who cracks me up on a daily basis. Hope this makes your day.
Finally, the day came to an end. Arizona practically dragged Callie from the room, before pulling her into a secluded corner.
"Calliope, you and I are getting out of here right now. You've been a very, very naughty girl and this teacher is not going to stand for it. It's time to punish you . . . "
Callie chuckled and arched her eyebrow. "Oh really? Because, teacher dear, if you recall, you gave as good as you got. So I'm not sure you're really in any position to be disciplining anyone."
Arizona smiled, her dimples on full display. "Okay, then. Either way, we'd better get out of here, because I'm about 5 seconds away from ripping your clothes off right here. And the other students might get upset if they see that I'm giving the teacher's pet special treatment."
Callie grinned. "It's not my fault if they're not up to your rigorous standards of awesomeness like I am. Anyway, I've got a surprise for you, but it's going to take a little while to set up. Can I meet you back at your house in an hour or two?"
Arizona looked at her with interest. "A surprise, huh? What is it?"
Callie shook her head. "You don't really expect me to tell you, do you? After you kept the entirety of our date the other day a secret? I don't think so, Ms. Robbins."
Arizona leaned against Callie's body, immediately sending jolts of white hot pleasure shooting through her, and looked up with puppy dog eyes at her girlfriend. "Please, Calliope? You know you want to tell me." Arizona lazily drew patterns across the exposed skin at Callie's neck with her fingers, sending chills throughout Callie's body.
Callie chuckled and pulled back. "You may be hot, Arizona Robbins . . . ridiculously hot, but I am not that easy. Now take that hot ass of yours home and I'll see you soon."
Arizona let out a sigh and grumbled. "Not fair. This better be good, Calliope. You get me all worked up and then make me wait even longer. I believe the word tease has been thrown around. Right now, I'd say you are definitely the tease."
"But you love it," Callie smirked.
"Yeah . . .," Arizona sighed. "I do." Arizona shot her dimples at her girlfriend before heading to her car.
Arizona sat impatiently in her living room, checking her phone and peering out her window every few seconds, anxious to see what Callie had planned. She wasn't even sure how Callie was getting home, since they'd ridden to the poker class together. She sighed and began to pace back and forth across the room. She was anxious beyond belief. She hated surprises. She hated the unknown. She'd often joked that patience was a virtue that she didn't have. That was certainly true at the moment.
She was impatient not only because she wanted to know what Callie had up her sleeve, but also because, well, after their incredibly hot sexting session during the day, she'd been in a constant state of arousal. She'd even briefly entertained the idea of taking care of that problem herself while she waited, being hot and bothered beyond belief, but decided that the added anticipation would make the inevitable and ultimate conclusion to their day together even more epic.
Finally deciding that she needed to distract herself, Arizona dialed a familiar phone number.
"Hello?"
"Hey, mom," Arizona replied.
"Hey, sweetie? What's up? You've been unusually quiet lately. I haven't heard from you in ages."
Arizona let out a contented sigh before continuing. "I met her mom."
"Met who, sweetie?"
"The one." Arizona couldn't help but grin, revealing her trademark dimples, as she finally admitted what she'd probably known deep down since the day she first laid eyes on Callie.
"The one? As in the one and only person for you?"
"Yep."
"Ari, that's fantastic. I was starting to worry this day would never come! Tell me about her," her mother urged.
"She's perfect, Mom. Her name is Calliope . . . Callie for short, and she's new to Vegas. Just moved here from Miami. She plays poker too and she's gorgeous, I mean takes my breath away. And she's smart and funny and goofy and warm and caring and makes me smile. I can't stop thinking about her. It's really wrecking my poker game!" Arizona paused to catch her breath.
Her mom chuckled. "You're rambling, honey. Now I know it must be serious. She sounds like quite a catch. And I take it she's as smitten as you are?"
"Yes. At least that's the impression I get. I was a little worried . . . I'm the first woman she's been with, but she's left me with little doubt that she's in this for the long haul."
Her mother paused, letting silence hang between them for a minute. "I'm really happy for you, sweetie, but you know, as your mother, I have to ask. This isn't another Joanne all over again is it?"
Arizona shook her head before realizing her mom wouldn't see the gesture through the phone. "No. I was obviously sensitive to that issue, but she's not like that. In fact, she already gave up a lot to be with me."
"What do you mean?"
"Her family is very religious and when her father found out that she was dating a woman, he insisted she move back home to Miami. When she refused, he threatened to cut her off without a dime – her family is very wealthy. She still stayed, Mom. For me . . . and for herself. She wants to make this poker thing work, she wants to make us work. And I'm so proud of her She gave up her entire life, Mom.
"She sounds like a strong, admirable woman. And if you trust her, then so do I."
"I do trust her, Mom. I trust her with my heart. More importantly, I love her. I love her so, so much." A warm smile played across Arizona's lips as she admitted this to her mother. Never before, not even with Joanne, had she told her mother that she'd been in love.
"Well, then . . . " Her mother paused, taking in the full effect of Arizona's admission. "That's good enough for your father and me. When do we get to meet her?"
"I'll have to talk to Calliope, see when our schedules are free. We're a bit busy with the World Series and it might not be possible to fit in a trip to see you in San Diego right away."
"That's fine, sweetie. Just keep us posted. I am so happy for you, Arizona. And please send my love to your Calliope. With what's going on with her family, it sounds like she can use all the love and support she can get."
"Thanks, Mom. I will. Not everyone is as lucky as I am to have such caring, understanding, totally awesome parents."
Her mother laughed. "Okay, sweetie. I'll talk to you later. Love you."
"Love you too. Bye, Mom."
Arizona grinned as she hung up the phone. Somehow, admitting her feelings to someone other than Callie, especially to her parents, made them seem all the more real. Maybe they could sneak away for a few days, relax away from the bright lights of Vegas, meet her family. She was so proud to call Callie her girlfriend, and couldn't wait to show her off. Arizona hugged herself as she reminded herself for the billionth time how lucky she was to have found Calliope Torres.
Just then, a giant roar from outside brought Arizona out of her thoughts. Looking, she saw a leather-clad sexy vision in black pulling up into her driveway on a giant Harley-Davidson. Swinging her leg over the side to dismount, Callie came strutting up the driveway.
Arizona stood in the open doorway, mouth agape as she took in the sight before her. She had thought that Callie's leather jacket, tight jeans and aviators had been a sexy look before. Now, with the added accessory of a motorcycle, Callie left Arizona in a state of complete and unmitigated awe.
Callie sauntered up to Arizona and snaked her arms around her still-speechless girlfriend's waist. A sexy, confident smirk played as across her lips. "Hey, babe. Miss me?" Callie asked, a husky sensual undertone to her voice.
"I . . . uh . . . wow. Calliope," was all Arizona could think of to say. She grabbed the lapels of Callie's jacket and pulled her girlfriend's body into her own. "Just kiss me," she rasped.
Happy to oblige, Callie closed the remaining few millimeters between them and captured Arizona's lips in a frenzied, lust-filled kiss, plunging her tongue into Arizona's welcoming mouth, pouring all her thoughts, her feelings, her desire, directly into her girlfriend. Arizona's throat vibrated with a low moan as she tangled her arms about Callie, desperately seeking any way to deepen their embrace, to meld their bodies as one. Finally, lungs screaming for oxygen, they broke apart.
Arizona looked up into Callie's deep brown eyes, taking a moment to catch her breath. "Motorcycle-chic is definitely a good look on you. Where did you get the bike?"
"I rented it for a few days. I wanted to take you on a memorable date and I thought it might be fun."
Arizona smiled and nodded. "So where are we going?"
"You'll see." Callie smirked before heading inside. "Get your things and let's hit the road." Still a bit winded and at a loss for words, Arizona nodded again and silently complied.
They headed out to the bike and Arizona took her seat behind Callie, clinging closely to her girlfriend's body. Arizona momentarily turned her head and rested her cheek on Callie's back, closing her eyes to inhale the unique, yet familiar scent of her girlfriend, savoring the closeness of their bodies.
Callie kickstarted the motorcycle and they pulled away. Arizona was in heaven. The wind whipping through their hair as they headed to a destination still unknown, the thrum of the engine vibrating between her legs, keeping her just a little more on edge than she'd otherwise be . . . or maybe it was simply the feel of Callie's strong, luscious body pressed against her own – for safety's sake only of course. Arizona smiled at the thought. The evening was beautiful, somehow not the smoldering desert heat that often plagued the city. The cool breeze, the silent embrace with her girlfriend, the joy of speeding by the surrounding environs. Arizona was in heaven.
Though Arizona couldn't see it, a look of sheer joy was plastered across Callie's face. This was the kind of life Callie could get used to. Evening joy rides, enjoying the feel of the wind against her face, with the love of her life clinging to her. The quiet, comfortable mutual solitude, shared with the woman she loved. The peace, the love, the feel of sheer and utter fulfillment. She was free. For the first time her life she was completely and utterly free – and she had her soul mate to share it with. A few weeks ago, the idea of a soul mate would have scared her senseless. Not anymore. It was anything but scary. It was perfect. It was everything. Arizona was everything. Arizona was her everything.
After heading outside the city limits, Callie pulled off onto a dirt road. Finally, she came to a stop in a secluded area overlooking the mountains. As Arizona dismounted, Callie smiled and grabbed her hand, leading them up a trail. After a moment, Arizona stopped, a look of awe on her face. Before them was a blanket, spread out with a picnic basket and candles.
"How did you? Calliope . . . This is amazing."
Callie smiled and headed over to light the candles. "I have my ways. Are you going to stand over there gawking or are you going to come join me?"
Arizona laughed and made her way to the blanket, sitting down next to the basket, which she opened. Inside were some strawberries, some champagne, and a few other random food items.
"I thought we could sit here and watch the sunset over the mountains together. I know it's no Elvis Museum, but . . ."
Callie's words were cut short as Arizona drew her in for a slow, lingering kiss, gently swiping her tongue across Callie's lips until her girlfriend slowly parted her lips, granting access. The champagne and food forgotten as their tongues slid against one another in languorous, sultry dance. After several minutes of this activity, Callie finally pulled away, which elicited a groan of protest from her girlfriend.
"If we don't stop, we're going to miss the sunset." Callie stretched her legs out before her and Arizona laid her head in Callie's lap, as they watched the sun's descent together, beautiful oranges and reds playing across the mountainous horizon. They sat in comfortable, completed silence as Callie gently, lovingly stroked her hand through Arizona's blonde locks. Arizona reached up and took Callie's other hand in her own, lacing their fingers together before bringing their joined hands to rest atop her heart.
"This is absolute perfection, Calliope. You are perfection," Arizona whispered. A gentle, contented smile spread across Arizona's lips, a gesture that was matched on Callie's own face. She was right. It was perfection. For her, there had never been a more joyous, a more comfortable, a more beautiful night in her life. It was . . . perfection.