Title: Skinny Love
Author: MysteriousSwaggerOfScrubs
Pairing: Callie/Arizona
Rating: M
Summary: A haunting tale of wealth and power, love and loss. Are one night stands ever meant to last for longer than just one night?
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Twenty-Five
"God, Callie. Mmm. . .so good," Arizona erotically breathed, one hand urgently gripping at the top of the headboard as the other fisted and tugged at the thick brunette hair of the woman currently staring up at her from between her legs. "Right there. Fuck! Please, don't stop. Fuck me just like that!"
And, even as a bright pink blush burned her skin at the seductive candor of her own words, Arizona found herself wholly unable to stop herself from lecherously sinking her hips more insistently and more deeply onto Callie's mouth, the sweat slick flesh of her cheek firmly pressing into the tufted front of the headboard as she urgently rode her girlfriend's gorgeous face.
They had been back in Manhattan for a little over a week since she had admitted to Callie just how much she loved her wantonly erotic ways and, in that time, the brunette had been fiercely adamant about making this work for them - about making this as easy for Arizona as she possibly could. Because, that night, while Arizona had garnered the courage to help assuage some of Callie's old insecurities and deeply seated fears, she had also, inadvertently, managed to dredge up some of her own.
And, she hated that. She abhorred what the car accident and the subsequent loss of her leg had done to her self-esteem, but sometimes, she just couldn't help it. She had literally lost a part of herself and, for the longest time, she never thought she would - or could - be secure enough with herself to be completely uninhibited in any sort of sexual escapade, but especially not in the position in which she currently found herself and certainly not at 1pm on a Wednesday afternoon.
This had not at all been her intent when she'd texted Callie earlier that day to ask if she would like to meet her for lunch between surgeries; it hadn't even entered her mind that this would happen when Callie had suggested they meet at the blonde's apartment instead of at the hospital or their favorite deli down the street. But, somehow, here she now was, provocatively straddling her girlfriend's head, her shortened limb comfortably propped up on meticulously placed pillows as her right knee unrelentingly dug into the mattress next to Callie's left ear.
In the middle of the workday. In broad daylight. With the apartment all to themselves.
And, God, whatever the hell Callie was currently doing with her tongue felt like nothing she had ever experienced, ever before.
Of course, it had been years since her amputation; she'd had another lover before Callie had come into her life but, with Leah, she had adamantly refused to attempt anything that made her feel even the slightest bit uncomfortable. It was always lights out. Curtains drawn. Only at night. Never in the morning. She had only been content enough with herself to engage in infrequent bouts of highly vanilla sex, though she had been known to throw out the occasional cursed encouragement or admittedly dirty phrase.
But, never like this.
Because, with Callie - things were different. With Callie - everything was different. Their relationship was different because, with Callie, Arizona was different. Callie was the most caring person she had ever known, so endearingly relentless - always so amazingly attentive and indulgently astute - going so far as to reverently research post-amputation image and self-esteem and its effects on intimacy, as well as tips and techniques for sexual positioning with only one leg.
And, all of Callie's efforts had helped, there was no way Arizona could deny that, but as much as she loved this new found freedom, this unbridled lust and mutually salacious desire, they had now established in their love-making, something about it still made her feel modestly shy. But, God, did it also make her feel so unbelievably empowered and impossibly turned on; everything was just so much more - so much better - and so fucking hot. The thought that she should be back at work by now. . .the position. . .the talking. . .the moaning. . .the shouted expletives of what she wanted to do to Callie and what she wanted done to her in return. . .
"Jesus Christ, Callie! Fuck me like you mean it. Fuck me with your tongue!"
Well, it was quite simply the most reciprocally satisfying sex of her life. Arizona felt sexy and beautiful and ridiculously aroused, but still just a little bit self-conscious, even though Callie had patiently assured her there was absolutely no need. And, right now, with her body furiously grinding and uncontrollably thrusting against Callie's mouth and chin, she realized her girlfriend was indeed correct, all of that modest reticence and timid restraint swiftly flying out the window when she suddenly felt herself begin to completely spiral out of control.
"You make me so fucking hot, Callie. I'm going to come so hard for you. All over your face. Just. . ."
But, whatever else she was about to say quickly died on her lips when her own hazy cerulean eyes momentarily opened to stare down into the seductive brown ones of the woman she loved, her back suddenly arching into a rigid curve before the omnipotence of their locked gaze effortlessly sent her body shuddering and quaking into a blinding moment of orgasmic release.
God, she'd missed this kind of sex; she honestly couldn't remember the last time she'd felt so painfully turned on, so erogenously needy, so blissfully out of control. Of course, she and Callie had always had amazing sex, but this. . .well, this was just beyond. It was just different - longer, somehow wetter - as if she really needed more of herself to rush into Callie's beautiful mouth and over her stunning face.
"Shit," Arizona breathlessly muttered, her body continuing to tremble and shudder when an amazingly deft tongue knowingly removed itself from her entrance, plump lips then hungrily latching on to her overly sensitive bundle of nerves as Callie's left hand abandoned its position atop a trembling ivory thigh to move upward in its seductive quest of grasping onto a gloriously erect and swollen nipple.
"Fuck! Oh, God!" Arizona screamed into the bedroom, her right hand quickly joining her left in clawing at Callie's hair to greedily force the woman's face further into her dripping core.
She knew it probably hurt, but she simply couldn't help herself. She already knew what was about to happen - what her girlfriend was going to do - but, despite Arizona's pre-existent knowledge of Callie's next move, the brunette always had a way of making her feel weak - helpless, even - during moments of sheer ecstasy, and it was something Arizona secretly adored. Pulling at her lover's hair as her entire world literally fell apart somehow added to the excitement and the power of her climax and, with her mouth suddenly dropping open in a silent scream, it once again did just that.
With a blinding white light instantly flashing before provocatively overwhelmed blue eyes, there were no crashing waves of bliss, no gentle ripples of ecstasy. Instead, a violently electrifying pulse of euphoric splendor shamelessly tore through Arizona's body, a whiplash of pleasured pain engulfing her throbbing clit and engorged labia before blooming from deep within to radiate throughout her entire form.
Then there was silence - a powerful wave of blankness - and, unable to escape the wild shock-wave of delicious rapture, she clamorously cried out in untamed abandon, her lover's name gutturally slipping from her lips as her body burst into a million, tiny pieces.
"Oh, God! Can't. No more, Callie. I can't," Arizona hoarsely whimpered, abruptly rocking backward to sit atop her girlfriend's chest.
Begrudgingly ripping her face from Arizona's fiercely clenching slit when two insistent ivory hands painfully pulled at her hair to urgently force her head away from her throbbing core, Callie mischievously smirked as she lingered over the swell of her girlfriend's dripping womanhood before softly licking and kissing all the way down one trembling inner thigh. Then, blazing a trail down its mate, Callie continued to support Arizona's increasingly sagging weight with her arms as the blonde's rapturously convulsive form slowly began to calm.
And, as she lie there watching the glorious sight above her - the blonde valiantly attempting to catch her breath as her glistening body continued to spasm and quake - Callie found herself in complete awe of the woman she loved; she absolutely could not take her eyes off her. There was nothing more beautiful on the face of the earth than this woman; the female form was quite simply a gift from God, and the female form having an orgasm - well, in Callie's mind's eye, Arizona Robbins having an orgasm - was the most incredible gift that she had ever seen.
"You're gorgeous, Arizona. So amazing," Callie earnestly spoke, her voice barely above a whisper as she tipped her head forward to nip and suck at the seductive crease separating her girlfriend's leg from her still pulsating core. "You're beautiful. Perfect. And, I adore you, sweetheart. I don't think I'll even be able to show you how much I love you - how much I need you in my life."
Callie was certain there had to be some neurological explanation for why she loved to be so uninhibitedly carnal while making love. She couldn't quite articulate why she enjoyed it so very much, but she could surmise that it probably had something to do with the fact that she was generally such a tense person - always adhering to personal etiquette and social decorum - so, in her mind, this was something she absolutely needed, both mentally and physically, in order to appear so put together to the outside world.
At least, that was what she was choosing to tell herself. And, wow, had she hit the jackpot with a partner like Arizona Robbins.
Finally pulling enough air into her lungs, Arizona adamantly forced her gelatinous muscles to move, the full length of her body gently sliding down Callie's to land face to face with the woman beneath her. And, unable to resist the overwhelming urge she felt stirring deep inside her completely sated form, she tenderly dipped her head downward, capturing a plump bottom lip between her own, relentlessly sucking on it as she reveled in the intoxicating flavor of Callie's mouth as it mingled with the tang of her own libidinous offering. "You're going to be the death of me," she gravelly husked as she pulled away, her weight now partially supported on her forearms as she nuzzled her nose against the hollow beneath a tanned ear.
With the tips of her fingers aimlessly trailing up and down the long muscles of Arizona's spine, Callie didn't respond, choosing instead to just be - to simply exist in her girlfriend's presence, the deep pressure offered by the weight of the smaller body resting atop her own, tethering her to the ground and soothing her soul. And, that is exactly how they remained for several long moments before Arizona eventually rolled to her side, her right knee insinuating itself between Callie's thighs as both women maneuvered themselves to lie face to face, side by side.
"We should start looking for a new place," Callie softly spoke, long caramel fingers brushing through wayward blonde locks to tuck them behind Arizona's ear. "I'll call Jennifer and have her put together some listings - do whatever's necessary to put this place back on the market," she hopefully offered, brown eyes flicking around the four walls of Arizona's bedroom. "You sure you want to leave?" she then asked as an afterthought, though she really did want to make sure Arizona was certain about the two of them sharing a home.
Wrapping her arm around her girlfriend's luscious curves, Arizona snuggled in close, blue eyes once again meeting brown when Callie's attention landed on the blonde's face. "I don't think we'll need your realtor, Calliope," Arizona earnestly stated, lovingly kissing the prominence of her girlfriend's chin.
"What do you mean?" the brunette curiously asked, perfectly manicured eyebrows knitting together in question. "You want to try to sell both places and find a new one on our own?"
With a slight shrug, Arizona reverently ran the tip of her index finger over the silky skin of Callie's bare shoulder to follow the path of her clavicle before working its way south against her sternum to land between two gloriously naked breasts. "Well, I was actually hoping Lillian and I could just move in with you."
Clearly surprised by this revelation, Callie's face furrowed even further, though a crooked grin eagerly twitched at one corner of her lips. "Really?" she shyly asked, the shock she was feeling clearly evident in the tone of her voice. "You don't think we should find something new? Make it ours? Have a fresh start?"
Grinning at her girlfriend's rambled questions, Arizona gently shook her head. "I love your apartment, Calliope. And, Lillian does, too. I mean, I'm pretty sure she thinks she already lives there, anyway," she genuinely replied with a soft chuckle, the palm of her hand now resting flat against Callie's chest, the rapid beating of her girlfriend's heart, appreciatively thrumming at her touch. "You're always doing things for us, so let us do this. Let me do something, for once, to make things easier for you."
If this were a cheesy movie or even a children's cartoon, Callie was sure this would be the moment when the birds begin to chirp and the angels to sing but, choosing to be cautious, she cleared her throat before she softly spoke. "But, what about this place? What are we going to do with it?" Callie sincerely asked, though she was currently about to burst with warmth and excitement at the mere thought of Arizona and Lillian finally moving in.
With a noncommittal shrug, Arizona gently pecked at the tip of her girlfriend's nose. "Something will work out. Just trust me for once, Calliope. Because, this time, I'm absolutely certain that everything is going to just miraculously fall into place."
Sitting at her desk at Calliope and Co. nearly three hours later, Callie simply could not wipe the shit-eating grin from her face as she exuberantly typed against her keyboard. She seriously could not remember ever feeling this elated - this anxiously giddy about whatever was going to happen next - and she knew it was all thanks to the miraculous, blonde duo who somehow had this impeccably amazing knack for making her heart soar.
Everything just felt like it was finally working out - the moon was finally in the seventh house and Jupiter had finally aligned with Mars. And, she knew that had to be true because she finally had a partner with whom she felt completely compatible, and. . .it wasn't just the sex. Though the things Arizona had done to her the night before and then again just two hours prior certainly should not and could not be discounted, it was so much more than that.
After finally opening up to her girlfriend during their trip to Miami, Callie now felt that she could tell the other woman anything in the world, without the risk of hasty judgment or thoughtless arbitration, and that sensation, alone, was enough to make her feel positively delirious with anticipation. She absolutely could not wait to share a home with Arizona and her unbelievably adorable little girl, hence the phone call she was about to make.
But, just as she picked up the handset and placed it against her ear, a slight knock against her already open office door abruptly halted her hastily dialing fingers, her attention quickly flicking from the numbered keys to land on her personal assistant and best friend.
"Hey, Mer. What's up?" Callie cheerfully greeted, though her demeanor quickly changed when she was struck by a sudden incredulous epiphany.
Meredith Grey never knocked. No, she barged. Into Callie's office. Into her apartment. Into her bedroom. Though, the incensed browbeating she had received from an almost climaxing Arizona when she had painfully interrupted her big finish, had certainly managed to cure her of that.
No, this definitely was not Meredith's usual modus operandi and, as Callie carefully watched the hesitancy flash across her best friend's face, her own brow creased in question as she nervously straightened up in her chair. "What is it, Meredith?" she skeptically asked, slowing moving the phone from her ear to replace it on its base.
Anxiously clearing her throat, Meredith stood just inside the mahogany door, the pen she held in her right hand, anxiously tapping against a ruled page of her cordovan leather portfolio. "You have a visitor," she cautiously spoke, her eyes then widening as if she was trying to somehow telepathically divulge the identity of said "visitor" through the sheer power of prophetic osmosis.
But, Callie didn't have time for this, not at all. And, with brown eyes impatiently rolling in their sockets at her best friend's bizarre antics, she quickly stood from her seat before making her way across the room. "Well, who is it?" she expectantly asked, impulsively attempting to move past Meredith on her way closer to the door.
But, before Meredith could answer - before Callie had the chance to turn the corner to see - she heard that sound; the tell-tale, exaggerated clip-clopping of those damn Manolo Blahnik heels causing her eyes to tightly clench in aggravation as she adamantly shook her head. "What the hell is she doing here!?" she indignantly hissed, her tone clearly demanding some sort of explanation from her completely befuddled best friend.
"How the hell should I know?" Meredith hastily replied in a whispered yell. "She just showed up at the door, and well, we couldn't not let her in."
Shaking her head in annoyed disdain, Callie opened her mouth several times to speak - to argue, to say anything at all - but, with her brain now a seriously flustered mess, it took her several aborted attempts before she was finally able to make words. "Well, she has to go. She can't stay. I can't even deal with her right now," she resolutely retorted before shoving past Meredith to finally make her way to the door. "I have too many other things going on right now. I have absolutely no energy to deal with. . ."
"Aria!" Meredith swiftly greeted in faux cheerfulness, effectively cutting off Callie's malevolent tirade when the other woman unexpectedly made her way through the office door.
"Aria!" Callie overzealously repeated with a counterfeit smile, big brown eyes peevishly rolling and then angrily scowling at her best friend when her sister pulled her into a magnanimous hug. "Wh-what are you doing here?" she then chirped when Aria continued to hold her in a relentless embrace.
"I missed you, Hermana," Aria excitedly stated before finally pulling away.
Taking a moment to eye her sister up and down, Callie suddenly found herself pleasantly surprised by not only Aria's presence, but also by her current state of dress. Gone were the fuck me pumps she was known to wear, in their place, a classy pair of peep toe heels; where her hair had been streaked with purple just ten days before, it was now a stylishly highlighted brunette. Her form fitting pencil skirt was impeccably chic instead of whorishly risqué, the blouse she now wore, modestly tailored while remaining incredibly feminine.
"You just saw me ten days ago," Callie quickly replied, though the redolent delight that now twinkled in warm chocolate eyes completely betrayed her attempted astringency.
Rolling matching brown eyes at her sister's resilient pursuit of petulance, Aria remained completely undaunted and, breezing further into the room, she momentarily looked around before quickly hopping up onto the front of Callie's immaculately kempt desk. "I'm here to help," she eagerly exclaimed with a gesture of grand design.
And, that was exactly what Callie was afraid her sister was going to say.
"Wh-what do you mean you're here to help?" Callie nearly choked.
Softly chuckling at her sister's apparent unease, Aria ruefully shook her head. "Exactly what help implies, Calliope," she hastily replied, leaning backward on the desk to momentarily study her sister's computer screen. "You know, for someone who is supposedly so smart, you're actually kind of dumb."
With her mouth dropping open in irritation, Callie found herself speechless in the other woman's presence. "I. . .well. . .I. . .get the hell off my desk," she finally managed to mutter, assertively swatting at Aria's hip before rounding the desk in hopes that her twin was nothing more than a unpleasantly obnoxious mirage that would soon just miraculously disappear. "I have work to do."
Shaking her head at her sister's continued attempt at badassery, Aria slowly turned to regard Meredith who was silently standing near the door before stepping forward to pull her sister's best friend into a tight hug. "It was really great to see you again, Meredith. I hope we can all get together sometime soon to celebrate my move. But, would you mind giving grump ass and me a moment to commiserate?" she genuinely, albeit facetiously, asked, though her demeanor remained the picture of solemnity.
Swiftly make her way to her feet, Callie quickly shuffled toward the door. "Don't you dare leave this room, Meredith Grey!" she sternly argued, long arms outstretch from one side of the door frame to the other to form an admittedly feeble barricade.
Meredith momentarily appeared torn but, at the same time, she also wanted to run like hell. "I. . .I think I'm just going to go. I have a ton of calls to make. Appointments to schedule, meetings to plan, planes to book. You know me. Busy, busy. . ."
And, with that, she offered her best friend a barely apologetic smile and, hoping Callie would eventually find it in her heart to not fire her or completely dissolve their friendship, she quickly ducked beneath an outstretched arm before briskly making her way out the door.
Rolling her eyes at the situation in which she currently found herself, Callie slowly dropped her arms in defeat and, cautiously stepping back into the office, she gently closed the door behind her.
"Serious, Aria. What's going on?" she insistently asked, her patience wearing thin.
"Why do you always have to be so uptight?" Aria genuinely mused, perching against the arm of a chair in the sitting area of the room. "You're too young to have so many frown lines, Callie, and you're going to have a heart attack before we turn thirty-three."
Once again rolling her eyes, Callie made her way back toward her desk and, unsophisticatedly throwing herself down into her seat, she austerely regarded her twin. "I'm fine, Aria."
Slipping from the arm of the chair to sit on the overstuffed cushion at its middle, Aria carefully scrutinized the mirror image of herself. "Are you really?" she earnestly questioned, her tone sincere. "Because, I was there, Callie. In Miami. And, you really didn't seem all that fine."
Callie wanted to argue, she really did but, with the prodigious knowledge that she had never been able to disguise any amount of emotion from this woman who shared her DNA, she begrudgingly nodded in hesitant acknowledgement as she carefully chose her words. "I'm good, Aria. Really. Things are definitely looking up."
With a wicked gleam instantly twinkling in knowing brown eyes, a devilish smirk quickly tugged at Aria's face. "I'm guessing that has something to do with the hot blonde you were with in Miami? The one I saw you screwing up against the windows of daddy's pool house? While I was caring for her child?" she mischievously quipped.
"What? I. . ."
"I have to say, Cal - I'm truly impressed. I honestly didn't think you had it in you. Whew! I had to look away. It was seriously making me question my love of men. The way you just picked her up and. . . "
"Aria! Enough!" Callie instantly shouted in embarrassed disdain, her cheeks suddenly burning with a mortified blush.
Throwing her head back with a robust chortle of laughter, Aria innocently shrugged her shoulders. "What?" she coyly asked, her demeanor suddenly turning more sincere. "I like her, Callie. Arizona and Lillian are amazing," she genuinely added. "And, that's exactly why I'm here."
With plump lips drawing into a thin line of catechism, Callie found herself wholeheartedly perplexed - and, currently, more than a little humiliated - in her sister's presence, for just about the millionth time since she had suddenly breezed in. "What do you mean?"
With an exaggerated sigh, Aria leaned forward in her seat, her elbows resting atop her thighs. "For the longest time, Callie, I've lived in your shadow," she nervously began, her generally overbearing behavior, quickly dissolving into one of afflicted regret. "Daddy has always respected you more, but at the same time, he has also placed a ridiculous amount of responsibility on your shoulders. And, that's not fair to you, Callie. He trusts you more and, I get that - really, I do. But, I want to help. I want you to teach me the business so that all the stress isn't placed on you. I want you to finally have the chance to live your life."
Clearly shocked by this change of topic and the admittedly uncharacteristic ceremony of her sister's demeanor, Callie found herself completely unsure of what she was meant to say. "Daddy feels the same for both of us, Aria. He just. . ."
Holding up her hand to halt whatever else Callie was about to say, Aria earnestly smiled as her eyes brimmed with nostalgic tears. "From the moment we started kindergarten, you've always been the shining star. You're more outgoing and more intelligent. You clearly have an amazing work ethic and better people skills. But, I'm talented, too, Callie. I have my own strengths and my own experiences. . ."
"I know that," Callie earnestly interrupted. "I never said. . ."
"I know we don't handle things the same," Aria valiantly continued, needing to get it all out. "When mom died, I chose to run away from everything that was happening around me, but you. . .you threw yourself into the business. Even before it was officially yours, that's what you did," she genuinely insisted as she quickly wiped at a trail of moisture that had briskly streaked down her face. "You're loyal and trustworthy and, I know I haven't been here to help. I know I've let you down, but I'm here now. There's just - there's a lot I think I can offer you and this company, Callie. . .if only someone would give me the chance."
Finding herself completely speechless in the wake of her sister's heartfelt revelation, Callie felt her entire body well with profoundly sentimental emotion, her own eyes now burning with the sudden onset of appreciative lamentation. She had never for one moment placed herself in her sister's shoes; she had been completely blind to the opposite side of their father's demands. But, now, as she gazed across her desk at a woman she felt like she barely knew, she made a silent promise to herself and to her sister to quickly remedy that misdeed.
But, she needed to be sure. She loved her sister dearly, no matter how different they really were, but she just. . .well, she needed to be sure.
"Are you certain that's what you want?" she earnestly asked, quickly swiping at the tears that were stubbornly gathering behind the barrier of her lower lid. "Are you honestly willing to take on the responsibility? To not fly off to the Tahiti or Seychelles or Maldives at the drop of a hat? But, more importantly, are you really going to be okay with working here. . .with me?"
Offering her sister an intrepidly resolute nod, Aria softly sniffled as a watery smile curled at her lips. "I am, Callie. I really am."
With a sudden silence now filling the office, Callie then carefully stood from her seat and, quietly rounding the desk, she compassionately reached out for her sister's hand before gently pulling her upward to gather her into a loving embrace. "I've missed you, Aria. A lot. And, I'm really glad you're here."
Making her way off the elevator and into the gallery of Callie's penthouse apartment way too many hours later, Arizona tiredly shrugged out of her jacket and, haphazardly dropping it, along with her attaché case, onto the gleaming hardwood floor, she ataxically shuffled heavy feet through the hallway and into the dimly lit living room in a desperate search of her girlfriend's soothing embrace.
"I'm so sorry I'm late," she exhaustedly spoke, caustically plopping herself down onto the nearest sofa before tugging and pulling on her pants to hurriedly free them from her form. "Nothing has gone right today. Nothing at all," she pathetically groaned, her prosthetic leg soon meeting her jeans nearly halfway across the room. "Except for you. You are the only thing that hasn't let me down, today. So, can we just turn back the clock to like ten hours ago when we were both naked and sweaty in my bed," she wearily, albeit seductively, asked, her entire body now drooping to sit across her girlfriend's lap, two heavy arms wrapping themselves around Callie's shoulders as she burrowed her face into the satiny skin of a caramel neck. "Was Lillian good for you? Or did she give you a difficult time? I'm so sorry I wasn't here for her bath or to kiss her goodnight."
"Lillian was fine, Arizona."
Nodding her head in exhausted recognition, Arizona momentarily continued to nuzzle her nose against Callie's intoxicating flesh but, with her brow suddenly creasing in confused perturbation, her somnolent behavior instantly changed. With her body now growing rigid with high alert, lethargic blue eyes instantly grew wide with demoralized confusion when she suddenly realized the voice that had just answered her question, had indeed not come from the body on which she currently rested, but instead, from some place unmistakably behind her back.
"What the hell!?" she loudly shrieked, arms flailing in all directions as she hastily scurried out of her "lover's" arms, awkwardly scrambling to the opposite end of the couch. Had she not already divested herself of her leg mere moments before, she certainly would have been halfway to Brooklyn by now. "Wh-what the hell are you doing, Callie?" she hastily demanded, large blue eyes now staring up at the woman who stood in front of her, a glass of red wine in each hand.
"Me?" Callie incredulously asked, her own eyes now wide with befuddlement. "What the hell are you doing?"
Swiftly springing up from her seat on her sister's sofa, Aria held her hands up in armored defense as she anxiously began to speak. "Well, don't either of you look at me. I didn't do a thing. I was just sitting here minding my own business when she threw herself at me and practically tried to hump my leg!"
With ever widening cerulean eyes briskly flicking between the two brunettes who were now standing before her, Arizona found herself in complete shock of how much more alike the twins now looked, all due to the obviously recent change in Aria's hair. It was still significantly shorter than Callie's, but the deep brunette hue now glowed exactly the same. It was so shocking, in fact, had the length not been so observably different, she would in no way have been able to tell her girlfriend from her identical twin.
And, for some reason, that made Arizona nervous. Like really, really nervous.
"What? Well? What the hell are you doing here?" she anxiously rambled, her mind racing a mile a minute as she quickly reached for a throw blanket to urgently cover her exposed lower half. "You just. . .well, you can't stay here. It's just wrong. And weird. And unnatural. So, move along. No, you know what? I can't stay here. I have to go," she quickly insisted, her words making little sense as she impetuously reached forward to grab her prosthetic limb. But, soon shaking her head in rebuttal of her own statement, she once again sat back. "I like you, Aria. I really, really do, but. . .no. . .you should definitely be the one to go."
"What?" Aria incredulously retorted. "Where exactly do you suggest I go, Arizona? I don't live here. Well, not yet. I mean, I still haven't found a place. And, besides, I'm not the one who can't keep it in her pants. You're the crazed, sex fiend who doesn't know who her actual girlfriend is. So, maybe you should go."
"I'm not going anywhere. I live here. This place is mine," Arizona insistently argued, completely unaware of the fact that she had just staked her claim on her girlfriend's home. "Aren't you people like the richest family in the United States or something? I mean, come on - with money like that? I'm sure there's a nice little apartment tucked away somewhere in Manhattan just for you. Actually, there's probably one in every city in the entire world."
"That's it! Enough! Will both of you please just shut the hell up?"
With one set of russet brown eyes and another set of sky blue instantly going wide at the ascetic nature of Callie's shouted words, the new brunette immediately plopped back down onto the sofa, she and the blonde now appearing sufficiently scolded.
"I am so sorry, Calliope," Arizona immediately apologized, feeling suddenly embarrassed by this entire series of unfortunate events. "I'm exhausted and cranky and I wasn't paying attention. I thought she was you - that you were her. I didn't mean. . ."
"Arizona is certainly a beautiful woman, Callie," Aria quickly interrupted, suddenly feeling the need to assuage her own guilt. "But, I like penis. A lot!"
A deep guffaw instantly echoed around the room as Callie's body dissolved into a melodious round of laughter, jovial brown eyes twinkling with mirth as she wedged her way to sit between the two seriously shocked and confused women. "You should have seen the looks on your faces," she deeply chuckled, offering each woman a glass of wine from either hand. "Here, I think you both need this way more than I do," she teasingly stated, a free hand now wiping at comical tears.
"You're such a bitch."
"I hate you."
Aria and Arizona simultaneously grumbled, their grousing words only causing Callie to laugh even more.
"Oh, don't be like that, sweetie," Callie managed through her giggles when Arizona purposely scooted away.
And, chivalrously reaching out for the blonde to fearlessly gather the angrily pouting woman to sit on her lap, she placed a long kiss against her cheek before leaning back to speak. "Just so you know, Aria's here," she jokingly began, causing irritated blue eyes to roll.
"I can see that, Calliope. Thanks so much for the heads-up."
Reverently tucking a wayward strand of silky, blonde hair behind her slowly deflating girlfriend's ear, Callie's bottom lip jutted out in the perfect bout. "Don't be mad, sweetie. You were in surgery, and I didn't want to interrupt."
Curiously watching her sister engaged in this enviously loving and seemingly natural display, Aria smiled as she took a sip of her wine. She had never seen her sister behave like this with any previous lover, and she had to admit, it was certainly a welcome change. Callie had never before allowed herself to seem so vulnerable, so in need of another person's presence and, as she watched the two engage in an adoringly expressive, yet chaste, kiss, she respectfully diverted her gaze when both women turned in her direction.
"There actually is a place you can stay," Callie immediately began to explain, her eyes still twinkling as a brilliant megawatt grin suddenly took over her face. "And, if it's okay with Arizona, you can more than just stay there. In fact, if you want it, the place is all yours."
AN2: Thank you all so very much for continuing to read this story. As always, your comments, questions, and reviews are always welcome! I hope you have a great weekend!