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10th November 2012
"Eight, definitely an eight," Callie mumbled into her girlfriends neck from where she was perfectly pressed against her as they lay on the couch watching some form of baking show.
Arizona shook her head, "It's a seven," she shot back.
Callie pulled the warm body in closer and tangled their legs together. "It's an eight; look at the way he's done the frosting. It can't be a seven."
"Calliope, it's a seven-"
"And it's an eight out of ten for Steve," the voice from the TV announced, causing Callie to laugh huskily into the blondes ear.
Arizona rolled her eyes, fighting to keep her face straight. "Shut up."
"You really suck at this," Callie said playfully, peppering the back of a creamy neck with soft kisses. "I win again, what's my prize? I'll take anything you have to offer as long as you're naked."
"You can have me naked all night, whilst I do extremely dirty things to you." Arizona chuckled as her girlfriends breath audibly hitched. "How does that sound?" she asked innocently.
Shifting their positions, and bringing Arizona to lie directly underneath her, pressing their bodies together closely. "I'd like to claim my prize right now," Callie replied, leaning down and lightly touching their lips together.
Ivory hands wound their way under the back of Callie's t-shirt, nails scratching at the tanned skin that lay underneath. "Teddy said we can't have sex on the couch," Arizona whispered, her tongue darting out to suck on her girlfriends earlobe, knowing exactly what effect it had on Callie. "You up for breaking the rules, Torres?"
Callie shivered as that glorious tongue worked its way down her neck. "Rules are meant to be broken," she stated, dragging her right hand up Arizona's naked thigh, loving the way the skin felt under her fingertips. "You're a control freak; there's no way you can break the rules."
"I'm not a control freak," Arizona answered almost immediately. A pout appearing on her face as Callie dropped her head into her neck and started laughing. "I'm not, Callie. I just like things done a certain way - some people call it being organized."
"Well, I'm not one of those people," Callie husked out. Smirking when an idea came into her head, and she quickly pinned Arizona's hands above her head. "See, a control freak would hate this position, but you're not a control freak, so I say that we keep it like this."
Arizona groaned. She tried to pry her hands loose, but Callie's lips were fully assaulting her neck, and all the fight seemed to leave her body. "God, you have the best lips," she moaned out, tilting her head to give her girlfriend better access. "More."
Callie smirked. There was nothing sexier than her girlfriend begging her, and Arizona's sex voice was enough to make her come on the spot.
The front door bust open and Addison's voice filled the air. "Are you guys home?"
"Don't say anything, and hopefully she'll just leave," Arizona said a lot louder than what she intended to.
"I can hear you speaking," the red head shrieked in offence, slowly making her way over to the couch. "Are you naked?" she asked tentatively.
Releasing Arizona's hands, Callie replied, "If we say yes, will you leave?"
Addison rolled her eyes, entering the living room and stopping inches away from her team mates who were both flush red with severely bruised lips. "You have beds, here's an idea - why don't you consider using them?" she suggested sarcastically, before shoving the couple's feet out the way and sitting on the opposite end of the couch. "I have a problem."
"So do I," Callie began, sitting up to look at her roommate, "and it's currently sitting on the other end of this couch."
Arizona cut in before Addison could reply. "What's the problem?" she asked cheerily, giving Callie's leg a reassuring squeeze.
The red head let out a heavy sigh. "This guy asked me out," she said with a groan.
"Hey, that's great," came the blondes overzealous reply.
"No, it's not," Addison snapped, causing her team mates to flinch awkwardly. "It's been so long since I've been on a first date, I forget what I'm supposed to do," she whined. "Was your first date awkward?"
They both looked at each other before bursting into laughter. Arizona was the first to speak. "Uhm, no, Addison. Our first date was definitely not awkward," the blonde smirked. Instantly feeling bad when a look of panic flashed across Addison's face, "But we liked each other for months, you know? We hung out basically every day before our first date, so that's why it wasn't awkward."
"I suppose," Addison mumbled half heartedly.
"Where did you meet him?" Callie asked curiously.
"A coffee shop; today after the game," the red head replied.
The blonde turned to face her girlfriend. "Coffee shop?"
Callie shrugged, looking disinterested. "It's not the best, but it's not the worst either."
Arizona nodded in agreement. "It's acceptable."
"It depends on the location, though," Callie added in.
"If it's downtown then it's totally fine," Arizona said.
"What the hell are you doing?" Addison asked, looking extremely confused.
Arizona scoffed, bringing her legs up to cross them. "We're working out if it's okay for you to go out with this guy," the blonde replied as if it was totally obvious. "What's his name?"
"Rich," the red head answered hopefully. Sighing when a look of uneasiness appeared on the couples faces, "What's wrong with Rich?"
"It's one syllable," Callie answered in a low voice, immediately looking at her girlfriend for support when Addison shot her a disbelieving look.
"I read in a magazine once that you should try and date people whose names match your own," Arizona agreed, nodding her head. "Your names three syllables, so you could date a Jonathan."
"Or a," Callie started, trying to think, "Christopher. Three syllable names are tough; stick with Rich."
Arizona laughed, thinking of the next name. "Or a Cristina," she suggested, throwing a sultry wink in for good measure.
"It's not funny." The red head glared at them both before drawing her eyes off them. "Your names don't match and you two seem to be having an alright relationship."
The blonde looked up, eyebrows raised. "Uhm, our names do match," Arizona stated firmly, almost sounding defensive. "Our first and second names match, cause we're just that good." Smirking as her girlfriend raised her hand for a high five, which she gladly gave her, fully intending on pissing her Captain off.
Addison rolled her eyes. "You two have became that couple, do you know that?" All she received in response was a look of confusion as the two looked at each other, and she continued. "The couple who sit in on Friday nights to cuddle whilst watching some lame ass cooking show - that's what you've become. And I can't believe I'm saying this but I'm actually jealous of the two of you."
"You were mocking us two days ago and know you're basically saying that you want to be in our relationship; make up your mind, Red," Callie joked. She knew what she and Arizona had was special, and Addison saying things like that was nice - nice because 90% of the time, they were both being ridiculed for failing to stop looking at/touching/kissing each other. It was rare for one of their team mates to actually compliment them.
"I'll take a relationship that's a level below yours," Addison said with a scoff. "You two are just too much to handle, sometimes."
"How are we too much to handle?" Arizona asked, biting her lip in contemplation.
Addison rolled her eyes and stood up, stopping short of the coffee table and the two phones that were sitting next to each other, she picked them both up - before Callie or Arizona could protest - and laughed. "Well, look at that - Callie's background is a picture of the two of you at the Eiffel Tower," she shook her head in amusement. "And Arizona's background is a picture - of what appears to be - the two of you lying on the grass on the training field and smiling like lovesick teenagers." She dropped both phones in annoyance and sat back down. "It's too much!"
Brown eyes rolled to the back of the Latina's head. "Don't complain to us when you're single for the rest of your life," she mumbled under her breath. "What are you doing about Rick?"
"Rich," Arizona quickly corrected.
A light blush worked its way onto the red head cheeks as she spoke, "Here's the thing, I was thinking that the two of you could come with me?"
Arizona let out a shaky breath, attempting to hold in her laughter. "I'm sorry, you want us to chaperone your first date with this guy?" The response was a hopeful nod from Addison, and she turned to her girlfriend. "Calliope, what's your opinion on us chaperoning a date for Addison? Is that something you'd be interested in?"
A light laugh escaped Callie's lips as she shook her head in disbelief. "Addison, I'm speaking for the both of us when I say this...No!"
"What? Why?" Addison whined, the reaction rivalling that of a four year old having a tantrum. "I'm not asking you to come with me! I'm asking you to sit at the table next to us, so you can give me pointers on how its going."
"Give you pointers?" Arizona repeated in mild shock. "So if the conversation comes to a lull, you want us to interrupt you both and give you a subject to talk about. Are you crazy? How is that even going to work, Addison?"
Callie threw her head back, unable to stop the laughter spilling from her lips.
"No, don't be crazy," Addison brushed off the blondes comment. "Here's an idea: I'll keep my phone in my pocket and I'll call you guys, that way you''ll be able to hear everything that's going on. How much fun will that be, huh?"
"Not very," the Latina answered, sounding unconvinced. "What are we supposed to do if the date sucks? 'Oh, excuse me, Rick, our friend is having a terrible time, so we're here to bail her out. Have a great night, dude.' And we have better things to do with our time; we're a hot new couple with tons of things that we could be doing," Callie added, her tone almost suggestive.
"Oh please," the red head scoffed. "You're sitting in watching some cooking show, and then you're going to have sex all night." Smirking in satisfaction when they both blushed and looked away. "You're convincing no-one! So can you help a gal out or not?"
Arizona groaned and lay back down on the couch. "Fine, whatever, but you're paying for our dinner, and I'm ordering as much wine as I want."
"Super," Addison said with a clap of the hands before standing up. "I'll let you losers know all the deets."
Callie lay down beside her girlfriend when she heard the door close, a grin tugging at the corners of her lips. "Did she just say deets?"
The blonde shook her head in laughter. "Don't repeat that word in this house." She shifted her position to lie on her side, facing Callie, tracing a thumb over her girlfriends face. "I'm so glad that I'm done with all that crap," she admitted with a sigh.
Callie lifted an eyebrow in confusion. "What crap?"
"First dates," Arizona sighed heavily. "I'm glad that I never have to stress out over a first date again." She didn't realize how serious a comment like that was until Callie's face was covered in a look of shock. "I'm sorry, that's-I don't," she trailed off, the thudding in her chest making it impossible to think of a coherent sentence. And the stare from her girlfriend wasn't making it easier. "Just forget I even said anything," she tried to brush it off with a laugh, attempting to turn around and face the TV.
Holding Arizona firmly in place, Callie found herself staring intently into those baby blues; they were so stunning. She was positive that if someone was to walk past her girlfriend, those eyes would be enough to stop a person in their tracks. She was so in love with those eyes, and everything else about Arizona for that matter
After a tense silence, Callie finally spoke up. "I could never go on a first date again, especially after our first date." She saw the tension melt away from Arizona's face and her favorite pair of dimples appeared, causing her heart to feel just a little bit heavy in her chest. "And especially after I've dated you," she added in a whisper.
Arizona took a deep breath as nonchalantly as she could without Callie noticing - the fact that their faces were only inches apart probably made it very noticeable. She opened her mouth to say what was on her mind and the words died on her tongue. They had been playing on her mind since the first time Callie called referred to her as her girlfriend, and she wanted so desperately to say them, but every time she opened her mouth, the words wouldn't come out.
"I-I lo-I," Callie's lips on her own cut the pathetic stuttering off.
She kissed her, because she didn't want the first time they said those words to sound hesitant, and Arizona sounded hesitant. Callie pulled back, dropping her lips to Arizona's cheek. "It's okay," she whispered gently.
"I want to," Arizona admitted, not bothering to elaborate because Callie clearly knew what the problem was; she always did. "I'm scared."
"I know." Callie nodded, burying her head into the crook of Arizona's neck. "Say it when you're ready, I'm not forcing you," she murmured quietly. She was so hopeful of Arizona saying it; there had been so many moments in the past week where she sensed that the words were going to tumble out, but they never did. She extracted herself from her girlfriend and stood up. "I'm gonna grab a water, you want anything?"
"No," Arizona replied hoarsely.
Bringing the pillow over her head when Callie left the room, and exhaling loudly into it. She had never said it before, to someone who wasn't her family, and it was scary. The thought of being in love was scary, because that's what it was...love. She was so in love with her girlfriend and she couldn't bring herself to say it out loud, because she was so scared. It wasn't the fear of being rejected, it was the fear of just being in love. The fear of being so completely enamoured with another person, so much that you can't get them out of your thoughts.
Arizona gripped the pillow tight, shaking her head in utter frustration at herself. And before she knew it, the words were being said as deathly quiet as possible into the pillow, so quiet that she almost didn't hear herself saying them. "I love you."
15th November 2012
"Callie," Arizona yelled, checking her watch and groaning loudly. She trudged up the stairs and entered the bedroom. "Callie, we have to leave," she trailed off when she took in the sight of her girlfriend, her mouth watering at the sight in front of her.
Callie was clad in a deep red dress that stopped just above her knees, meaning her legs were fully on show. And god, did Arizona love those legs, her girlfriend had the best legs. And the black high heels that she was wearing made them look impossibly better. Blue eyes forced themselves away from those tanned pins, landing on Callie's cleavage; the cut of the dress making it nearly impossible not to stare at her chest - it was basically just being begged to look at, not that Arizona was complaining.
"You okay, Robbins?" Callie teased, closing the distance between them. She touched a hand to Arizona's forehead, making sure to push her cleavage directly into her girlfriends chest. "You look a little flushed."
Arizona swallowed heavily. "Why have I not seen this dress before?"
A surge of arousal cursed through Callie; that was Arizona's sex voice - the voice that she only ever had before or after they had sex. They were meant to be having a serious dinner with her Dad in forty-five minutes and now all she wanted to do was stay in and completely ravish her girlfriend.
"I was saving it for a special occasion," Callie said with a shrug. Looking Arizona up and down; skinny jeans. Extremely tight skinny jeans to be precise, which meant... She placed her hands on Arizona's hips and turned her around, a mega-watt grin on her face when that ass came into view. "You look amazing, and that ass speaks for itself," she groaned.
The blonde giggled and turned back around. "Have you looked in a mirror," she joked, pulling Callie in for a quick kiss. "Seriously though, you look gorgeous. So gorgeous that I think you should change because there's no way I'm going to be able to hold a conversation with your Dad, whilst you're looking like this."
That tingling in her chest was erupting in full force at Arizona's words. "I'm sure you'll manage," Callie said with a laugh. Entwining their hands and leading them out of the room. "You ready?"
Was she ready to meet her girlfriends extremely Catholic Father whilst she openly ogled his daughter right in front of him? Arizona didn't really think she was ready, but she knew how nervous Callie was about this, so she lied.
"Yep, I'm ready," she replied, throwing in a perfect smile to wash away any of Callie's doubts.
The drive to the restaurant was tense, few words were spoken, and Callie had the steering wheel locked in a death grip since they left the house. Arizona's knees had been bouncing up and down repeatedly, her bottom lip drawn between her teeth, as she thought of every single scenario that could go wrong at this dinner. One of them was going to break, and by the way Callie just pulled into an empty car park and turned the engine off, it was looking likely that it was going to be her.
"I can't do this," Callie admitted, rolling down her window, almost desperate for air. "Why did you agree to this? You could have said no, and we could be at home doing something that isn't this!" Her voice was almost hysterical, brown eyes were pleading with Arizona to do...something.
"You said you were fine!" Arizona shot back, her tone more shocked than angry. "I thought you wanted us to go to dinner, I thought that you wanted me to meet him."
Callie sighed heavily. "I did-I do," she quickly corrected. She had been convincing herself for the past week that she was fine, but apparently she wasn't. "What if he changes his mind? What if he decided that he's not okay with it; me being gay. What do I do then?"
Blue eyes widened as Callie stared, obviously expecting an answer. Arizona's mouth was agape, no words leaving it, which just fuelled her girlfriends doubts even more.
"Oh god," Callie whined. "You think it's gonna be a disaster. Lets go home; we'll say you're sick," she said, nodding her head, almost begging Arizona to agree. "Should we say you're sick, or I'm sick? He'll probably worry if we say me, so we should-"
"Calliope," Arizona cut in, taking firm hold of her girlfriends hands. "We're not going home! We're going to dinner, and your Dad is going to be fine. He's either going to like me, or he's going to hate me, okay? He's not going to change his mind about accepting you. He's had a month to change his mind, and he hasn't! So stop worrying, because when you freak out - I freak out. And that's the last thing we need, so just take a minute, and calm down."
After a few minutes, Callie's breathing finally returned to normal, and she eventually found her voice. "How do you do that?"
Arizona shook her head, surprised at herself. "Trust me, it gets harder every time." She smirked and turned to face Callie. "You're a mess," she teased lightly, enjoying the groan that left her girlfriends lips. "But you're a very hot mess, and you're my hot mess, so turn on the engine and lets do this." She brought her lips to a tanned hand, placing a gentle kiss on the soft skin, before settling it back into Callie's lap.
Callie nodded, the warm feeling in her chest almost impossible to ignore. "Thanks, Arizona," she murmured quietly, turning the engine on.
"Thank me later," Arizona replied, her tone a level above suggestive.
Callie let out a shaky breath when she spotted her Father sitting at an empty table across the room. This was really it, she thought, taking a step back and letting Arizona deal with the waiter. After years of dreading her Dad that she was gay, he finally knew, and he was about to meet her girlfriend for the first time ever. It was impossible not to like Arizona, her girlfriend was a dream, and Arizona could have any person wrapped around her finger at the first meeting - Callie would know because it happened to her first hand. But this was different, this was her extremely Catholic Father meeting his daughters girlfriend after barely finding out that said daughter was gay. Callie would consider it a miracle if this dinner didn't end in disaster.
"Do you seem him?" Arizona asked, looking around the restaurant. She was met with silence and nudged Callie's shoulder, trying to get her attention. "Callie, are you listening?"
She shook her head, focusing back on Arizona. "Sorry, yeah. He's over there," she pointed to the opposite side of the restaurant. Callie's heart was hammering in her chest, and she wanted nothing more than to take her girlfriends hand into her own; desperately needing some form of physical contact from Arizona. But she knew that she couldn't, because they were in public and she didn't want to basically throw her relationship into her Dad's face.
Arizona could sense her girlfriends nerves, and gave a reassuring squeeze to her hand before reluctantly letting go. Her breath was coming out in short bursts as Callie led them to the table. Mr Torres was not at all what she expected; he looked normal, nice even. She had expected him to resemble her own Father, not in the looks terms, but in the terrifying authority figure terms. And he didn't. That settled some of her nerves: some.
"Mija," Carlos greeted his daughter, standing up. "How are you, my dear?" he asked, pulling Callie into a firm hug, his eyes yet to full upon the awkward looking blonde hovering behind her girlfriend.
Callie pulled out of the hug, a genuine smile on her face. "I'm fine, Daddy." Brown eyes followed her Father's gaze as it landed on her girlfriend; almost staring Arizona down. "Uhm, Daddy, this is Arizona Robbins," she basically had to pull him to stand next to her. "My girlfriend," she finished quietly.
The blonde raised her hand, silently pleading with it to stop shaking. "It's nice to meet you, sir," she offered him her hand, a flash of disappointment cursing through her when he didn't take it, instead deciding to pull out just one of the chairs. This was going to be a long night, Arizona thought to herself, pulling out the chair next to Callie and sitting down.
It was a handshake. Just a handshake and he couldn't even manage that. Callie quickly decided that she didn't want to be here, she didn't want to do this. He had promised her during every phone call over the past month that he was going to try. And he couldn't even shake her girlfriends hand. A soft hand was slipped into her own before she could even register what was happening, her own hand being brought to sit in Arizona's lap and their fingers entwined.
"Wine, Calliope?" Carlos suggested, flipping through the drinks menu. "How about a nice red for the table?"
Callie clenched her eyes shut for a second before opening them again. "Arizona likes white," she stated firmly, giving her Father a heavy stare that was almost challenging.
"Reds fine, hon-Callie," Arizona said, hoping Carlos didn't notice the almost slip-up. Turns out he did, because he was currently giving her a look that would potentially terrify her own Father. She averted her gaze, finding the fish tank in the corner a lot more interesting than her girlfriends Dad's death stare.
The waiter took their orders, completely oblivious to the obvious tension that was lingering in the air. The next hour proved to be the most awkward hour of their lives; Carlos only choosing to speak to Callie, and ultimately ignoring Arizona in the process.
"So when are you next back in Miami?" Carlos asked, refilling his daughters glass, not bothering to top up the blondes.
"A few months," Callie answered bluntly, her eyes burning into her Dad's deep brown ones.
He cleared his throat. "So Ms Robbins," he addressed the blonde for the first time. "You're predicted to win the golden boot for this season and you're not even half way through, that's...interesting."
"Uhm, yeah-no," she stammered out awkwardly, tightening the grip on Callie's hand. "No, I mean it's not even the winter break yet, so it's a little early to be thinking about stuff like that." Arizona swallowed heavily, shifting uncomfortably in her chair. "You can call me Arizona, sir," she added sheepishly.
"I'm curious to how the two of you even started dating," Carlos said, ignoring Arizona's last comment. "Because I re-call a few months ago - when Calliope first transferred - she called me up in tears because you kicked her out of your house. How do you explain that one?"
Arizona froze, blue eyes blinking repeatedly in a state of panic.
Callie broke through the awkwardness. "Daddy, I nearly broke her ankle," she laughed, trying to diffuse the tension. "I think she had a right to be a little mad at me - it's not a big deal. We've spoke about it and we're over it."
Carlos just glared. "Well Calliope, I'm just a little worried that you're going to call me up in tears again because of something she did," his tone was full on accusing as he stared a hole through the blondes head. "Accidents happen, Mija. Maybe Ms Robbins just isn't a very forgiving person."
Arizona laughed out loud. "With all do respect, Mr Torres, your daughters my girlfriend and I've been dating Calliope for several months, so I think it's pretty obvious that I've forgiven her," her voice was full of confidence and she had no idea where it came from. "That was a misunderstanding and we've both talked about it, and we're both over it. I'm sorry I upset Callie, because that's the last thing that I ever want to do."
He said back in his chair, a few seconds passed before he spoke. "Okay then, Ariz-"
"Arizona," a new voice spoke from behind the blonde. "I thought it was you."
Oh dear god. If someone gave Arizona an option of the worst three scenarios that could go wrong tonight, running into her ex Joanne would definitely have been in those scenarios. And now it wasn't a scenario; it was actually happening. Her ex-girlfriend was standing at the table where she was trying so desperately hard to get her new girlfriends Dad to not hate her. Disaster indeed.
"Hi-Hey, Joanne," the blonde spoke after a few seconds of awkward silence, giving her ex a nervous smile.
Callie was speechless, her hand had loosened it's grip on Arizona's under the table, brown eyes were wide in shock; Joanne was gorgeous. She had wavy brown hair that cascaded down her back, she was possibly the same height as Callie, her green eyes were sparkling as she eyed her girlfriend up and down, the short black dress she had on highlighted her tanned legs perfectly, her stupid skinny tanned legs. It became clear to Callie straight away that Arizona had a type; tanned brunettes. She could admit that there was a mild resemblance in looks between herself and this woman, except for the fact that Joanne was stick thin and looked like she just stepped off a catwalk. She shouldn't have been surprised at how hot Joanne was, because her girlfriend was stunning, so unbelievably beautiful, and could clearly have any woman she wanted. Callie just wished that she could have picked a woman that wasn't as hot as Joanne.
"You're looking great, babe," Joanne shot her ex a flirty smile. "How've you been?"
Another pause passed before Arizona was able to muster up a response. "Yeah, good, you?" she replied politely. She could feel Callie and Carlos staring at her, and she couldn't look at Joanne because she knew that her ex was basically undressing her on the spot. "Right now isn't actually the best time, Joanne."
Callie was seething, the feeling of jealousy was ripping through her. This woman cheated on Arizona and now she was outright hitting her girlfriend, and calling her girlfriend 'babe'. Nobody gets to call her girlfriend that, apart from her.
Joanne smiled a sickly sweet smile. "We should catch up soon," she touched a hand to the blondes shoulder. "I miss you. Do you wanna get a drink later when you're finished with this crap?"
"Okay," Arizona stood up before Callie had a chance to kill Joanne. She turned back to face the table, wincing when both of the occupants were looking extremely pissed off. "Excuse me, just for a minute," she said quickly and dragged her ex clear of the table, bringing them into the hall. "What the hell are you doing, Joanne?"
Joanne frowned mildly. "I just wanted to talk to you, why are you mad?"
Arizona let out a frustrated sigh. "Joanne, I'm at dinner with my girlfriend and her Dad. And he already hates me, and now you've turned up and he's obviously going to hate me even more," she whined, an angry edge to her voice.
"Callie Torres is your girlfriend?" Joanne asked in shock, a hint of insecurity appearing on her face. "I thought that it was just rumors, I can't believe you're actually dating her. You don't do relationships, what's the catch?"
The blonde flinched and leaned against the wall. "I did a relationship with you until you cheated on me," she snapped harshly. "Can you please just go, I really can't deal with this right now."
The tall brunette flashed a cheeky smile before taking a step forward. "That was a mistake; I shouldn't have cheated on you," she admitted sadly. "Especially when you're looking as hot as you do right now." Joanne let her gaze trail up and down her ex's body, finally landing on blue eyes. "Why don't you forget about Torres, and come back to my place?"
Arizona shook her head vigorously. "No!" she stated firmly, her voice unwavering. "You need to leave, and I need to go back to the table. My girlfriends waiting on me."
Joanne chuckled, clearly not listening to anything the blonde way saying. "Are you playing hard to get?" she asked, taking her bottom teeth between her lips.
Arizona paused, stuck to the spot as a pair of tanned hands - the wrong pair of tanned hands - wove their way into the loopholes of her jeans, and pulled her forward. A pair of lips were headed straight for her own, and she moved away, "No! Don't!"
"Why?" Joanne pushed refusing to let go, even as a pair of hands tried to push her away. "I want you," she husked, going in for another kiss.
"NO!" Arizona snapped, forcefully pushing Joanne away. "I love her - I love Callie!" It was the first time she said the words to someone that wasn't herself and she felt like a dead-weight had been lifted off her shoulders. "I love her, and I would never cheat on her; I'd never do anything to hurt her. So you need to leave me alone!"
Joanne looked like she had been slapped. "You love her?" she repeated, shaking her head. "How long have you been dating her? I met you six months ago and you were still single. I dated you for nearly a year and the best I got was 'I like you'", she scoffed in disgust. "You've been dating her for a few months and you're already saying you love her?"
Arizona shrugged. "She's it for me, and you weren't," she leaned off the way and brushed down her jeans. "I'm not going to apologize to you for falling in love with my girlfriend."
"You-You sleep with everybody," Joanne stammered out.
"I've got a past," Arizona laughed. "I'm not proud of it, but I'm done with that and I'm done with other girls; Callie.. She-she's the one for me," she admitted, surprised by the lack of fear that came with saying the statement. "You should go, Joanne." She leaned back against the wall as her ex stormed off in a blind rage. Finally, she took a step forward and froze when she saw who standing in front of her. "Sir, I'm sorry about that. She wouldn't leave and I-"
"You love my daughter," he said sternly, crossing his arms over his chest.
It wasn't a question, Arizona knew that. It was almost like he was telling her, and she nodded. "I do, sir," she confirmed, a small grin tugging at the corners of her lips.
"She loves you, too," Carlos replied almost immediately.
"How do you-"
"The way she looks at you," he cut the question off before she had a chance to finish. "The way you look at her," Carlos added, finding himself smiling as the blonde blushed. "The way the two of you hold hands under the table when you think nobody can see you."
Arizona ran a hand through her hair awkwardly. "Sorry," she said sheepishly.
"I haven't treated you well tonight," Carlos admitted, a pained look on his face. "And it's not because you're a woman, well at the start.. that was why. But, I can see that you love her, and she's my little girl; I'm supposed to protect her. She's never been in love before, and I don't want you to hurt her."
"Sir, I-I've never been in love before, either," Arizona mirrored the statement. "Callie's the first person that I've ever loved, and I know it's still pretty early, but I want her to be the last person that I ever love." Her heart felt like it was about to break every single one of her ribs inside her chest. "She's the best thing that's ever happened to me, and I will never voluntarily hurt her," she promised.
Carlos looked hesitant for a second. "You're a landslide above any guy I've ever met. And I think that you're perfect for her. And I'm very sorry for the way that I've treated you this evening," he apologized honestly.
Arizona let out a sigh of relief and grinned. "Thank you, sir."
"Call me Carlos," he quickly corrected her, and extended his hand.
The blonde bit her lip, trying to stop the huge grin from spreading over her face. "Carlos," she said, shaking his hand.
Arizona frowned when she took in the sight of her girlfriend sitting alone at the table, Callie had her pissed off face on. She had managed to somehow - she had no idea how - win over her girlfriends Dad, but she had pissed her girlfriend off in the process.
"I'm really sorry about her," Arizona said in a panic, shuffling into her seat. "I told her to leave, I swear. I didn't go after her for any other reason."
Carlos approached the table, sensing an awkward atmosphere, he didn't sit down. "Ladies, I'm going to use the bathroom," he announced, completely unsurprised when neither of them even glanced at him. "Arizona, why don't you order a bottle of white wine for the table?" he suggested before stalking off.
Callie looked at her girlfriend, mouth agape. "He called you Arizona," she stated dumbly. "How did you-He hated you not five minutes ago and now he's actually talking to you like you're an actual human being. What did you do?"
Arizona shrugged nonchalantly. "I have a gift, Calliope. I've told you that before." She sighed as Callie's expression changed from amused to... disappointed. "Joanne tried to kiss me. I swear, I pushed her away. I didn't kiss her, please believe me. I would never-"
"Arizona, I believe you," Callie cut the rambling off. "It's just, she hot, like really hot," she sighed. "And I'm not insecure or anything but that girl is taking the word hot to a new level."
She wasn't insecure by any means, Arizona made her feel desired - like she was beautiful. And then Joanne sauntered in, attempting to pry away her girlfriend, and Callie felt like her ego had taken a severe beating. And finding out that Joanne just tried to kiss her girlfriend made Callie want to put her fist through a wall.
"She's not that hot, Callie," Arizona laughed.
Callie, however, did not laugh. "Oh please," she scoffed, "She looks like she's just stepped out a catalogue."
Arizona looked around; no-one was looking at them, and there was no press allowed in the restaurant. Satisfied, she slid her chair over, her hands falling around Callie's neck. "You are the most stunning woman I have ever seen," she whispered. "You're beautiful, gorgeous, and nobody even comes close to you, in my opinion."
"I hate it when you do that," Callie smirked, nuzzling her face into the side of her girlfriends neck.
"You love it when I do that," Arizona teased, unable to resist the urge and sucking on a fleshy earlobe. "You do things to me that I can't even explain," she husked out, dragging her lips down the side of that gorgeous face. "And you in that dress...wow! I mean seriously, you should come with a warning label."
Callie rolled her eyes, struggling to keep the grin off her face. "How did I end up with such a moron?" she said playfully, her breath hitching as Arizona's lips grazed over that spot on her throat.
"I have no idea," the blonde mused, kissing each corner of her girlfriends lips. "How did I end up with a girlfriend that looks like you?" She didn't give Callie a chance to respond before claiming those red lips in a sensual kiss; a kiss that definitely wasn't restaurant appropriate.
Callie pulled back, her breath coming out in short bursts. "Can we leave?"
"What? No!" Arizona exclaimed with a laugh. "Your Dad is finally talking to me like I'm your girlfriend, so there's no way in hell that we're leaving. We can continue this when we get home."
Callie tilted her head, a flirty look playing on her features. "I can't last until we get home," she admitted, dragging her hand up Arizona's thigh. "The car."
Arizona's eyes shot up. "Really?" she asked, her voice dripping with lust.
"Really," Callie confirmed.
The rest of the dinner flew by, the second half a lot smoother than the first. It went from being unbearably awkward to moderately enjoyable; Carlos deciding to actually start speaking to Arizona for the remainder of the evening - both of them taken by surprise that they actually got on well with each other. Undoubtedly the biggest shock came at the end of the evening, when Carlos pulled his daughter in for a hug, only to then give Arizona a short hug straight after. It was an extremely brief hug, but it was a hug nonetheless. A hug that caused both women to feel overjoyed, and the overjoyed feeling led them to where they were right now.
Attempting to have sex in the front seat of Callie's car.
"I can't get these jeans off," Callie growled, her hands furiously pulling at the skin-tight denim attached to her girlfriend. "Why are they so tight?"
Arizona chuckled, her lips pressing sloppy kisses to Callie's clavicle, eliciting a low hiss from the woman underneath her. "You said that you liked them."
Callie nodded, sucking on Arizona's bottom lip with her teeth. "I do like them, I really like them. I just like your legs a lot better," she joked, quickly ridding herself of her heels. "We can wait until we get home, I really need to touch you, and these jeans are making it impossible."
Arizona shook her head forcefully. "I cant wait; I've had to look at you in that dress for four hours without being able to touch you!" Her hands slipped inside the material of said dress, and brought the skimpy, barely there underwear down those toned legs. "I need you now."
Brown eyes clenched shut as those slim fingers toyed with her opening, a small moan making it's way out as they slid into wet heat. "God, Arizona," Callie moaned, her hands weaving into wavy blonde locks in a tight grip. It was almost embarrassing how quickly her girlfriend could unravel her, a few nice compliments and she was putty in Arizona's hands.
Arizona straddled Callie's right leg with her own, finding that the position created a delicious friction against her clit. She rocked her lips forward, a husky "fuck" leaving her lips when she realized that she could - and most likely would - come like this.
A shiver cursed through Callie's entire being, her hands grabbing at Arizona's ass, her right knee meeting every one of the blondes thrusts in perfect timing causing her girlfriend to moan out every single time. "Can you-Are you gonna...come like this?" her voice was thick with arousal.
Arizona whimpered, scissoring her fingers, making sure to hit that perfect spot that drove Callie wild. "Ye-Yeah, keep doing that," she instructed, continuing to rock herself against Callie's naked thigh.
Her girlfriend was going to come, on top of her, and she hadn't even touched her - that was enough to make Callie feel like she was going to spontaneously combust. "Fuck, you have no idea how hot that is," she panted out, the beginnings of her climax stirring low in her stomach.
A husky moan left the blondes lips as Callie's knee started fully rock against her clit, Arizona dropped forward, bracing herself on her left elbow, her head falling into the crook of a tanned neck. Her thumb found it's way to her girlfriends bundle of nerves, and she started circling it in time with her own thrusts.
"I want to come with you," Arizona moaned loudly, gently easing a third finger into Callie's centre. "Are you- God, Calliope, Are you close?"
The only response Callie could manage was a drawn out groan and a furious nod of the head. She could feel every single movement of Arizona's fingers so deep inside her, and it was driving her crazy. She was trying to hold out as long as possible, her girlfriend, however, was making it impossible.
"Oh god, Callie." She could feel Callie clenching around her fingers, a pair of perfect white teeth bit into the side of her neck, sucking furiously at the skin. Every single nerve in her body was on fire. "I'm gonna-"
"Me too," Callie whispered hoarsely before slipping a tongue into her girlfriends awaiting mouth. "God, Arizo-Arizona!" Her legs tightened around the slim waist above her as her orgasm lashed through her, a series of curses and moans leaving her lips in succession.
Arizona sank into the warm body below her as she came with a low grunt, her breathing coming out in short bursts, both legs wrapping firmly around Callie's knee, bringing it directly against her clit, milking every last bit of her orgasm until it became too much and she had to dislodge herself.
Callie sighed in satisfaction, inhaling a deep breath as Arizona gently removed her fingers. "I didn't even touch you," she said, almost sounding proud.
The blonde laughed loudly. "Trust me, you didn't have to," Arizona admitted, her voice reaching it's elusive after-climax husky level. "Sometimes, I think I could just look at you and that would be enough to push me over the edge."
Brown eyes fluttered close, an eruption of butterflies occurring all over Callie's body as she was met with her girlfriends sex voice. "Would it be bad if we slept here, I don't think I'm in a stable condition to drive," she mumbled, her lips lightly trailing over Arizona's jaw.
"I'll drive us," Arizona said with a moan, slinging an arm across Callie's waist. "Give me an hour; I'll be fit to drive, then." The body under her shook with laughter and she found herself grinning. God, she was so unbelievably in love with this woman.
18th November 2012
Teddy stood at the side of her best friends bed, a look of pain etched onto her face, she couldn't do this. She couldn't be the one to show them both this, but she had to. She clutched the item tight in her right hand, and gently shook the blondes shoulder. The response was a small whimper which caused Callie to snuggle in even closer, the Latina's arm tightening on her girlfriends waist.
"Arizona," Teddy hissed, patting her shoulder. "Arizona, wake up! I have to show you something."
"M'hmm, Callie," the blonde sighed heavily. "Don't get up, yet."
"It's not Callie," the taller blonde announced loudly. "Please wake up, it's serious, Arizona."
Blue eyes forced themselves open, Arizona was confused for a second; she could feel Callie spooning her from behind, but the voice was coming from in front of her. She lowered the comforter, surprised when she saw who was hovering awkwardly at the side of her bed.
"Teddy?" Arizona questioned, her voice thick with sleep. "Why are you in my room?"
Instead of answering, Teddy placed the magazine in her friends hands, opening it at the second page. She didn't have to say anything, the look on the blondes face matched her own when she first saw it.
"Oh my god," Arizona whispered. A rush of panic flooding her senses, she couldn't think, she couldn't hear Teddy speaking. This couldn't be happening, she couldn't be reading the words that she was currently reading. This was a disaster, and it was all her fault. She should have kept her fucking mouth shut, and now her girlfriend had to suffer the consequences, because she had been so fucking stupid.
What had she done?
"Babe," a sleepy Callie spoke from her position behind the blonde, trying to pull Arizona back down. "Why are you up?"
Tears were pooling in her blue eyes. "I-I'm so sorry," Arizona choked out, facing away from her girlfriend, the feeling of guilt making it impossible for Arizona to look at Callie.
Callie sat up immediately - mildly confused for a second why Teddy was in the room - wrapping her arms around Arizona's shoulders. "Hey, what's wrong? Why are you crying?" her voice was full of panic. She knew if her girlfriend was crying then there was something seriously wrong; Arizona never cried.
"I-I," she stuttered, unable to get the words out. Arizona took a deep breath and placed the magazine in Callie's hands, a fresh wave of tears making their way down her cheeks as her girlfriends face paled dramatically in a split second.
Callie had to do a double take, the words spread over the pages failing to sink in when she read them the first time. It was going to be mission impossible if they wanted to get out of this mess.
Arizona Robbins' ex-girlfriend, Joanne, speaks out: "Arizona told me that she's dating Callie Torres; they've been together for months, and they're hopelessly in love!"
I'm back and I'm so unbelievably sorry that it took me so long to update this story. I've had no motivation recently and I'm not going to bore you with my boring life story. I just want to let you know that I will not abandon this story, it will 100% be finished, no matter how long that takes. I hope you enjoy it, hopefully more updates will follow soon. I've had their "I love you's" planned from the very start and I know exactly when/how it happens. Thanks so much to everyone who has read this story. Let me know what you think.