Title: Miami General
Author: captstarbuck
Rating: M (language and later chapters)
Pairing: Callie/Arizona
Disclaimers: All television shows, movies, books, and other copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for-profit, it constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and are not intended to be libelous, defamatory, or in any way factual. (I don't own any of the characters from Grey's Anatomy.
Summary: A/U. Callie Torres and Arizona Robbins are on the hit TV Series "Seattle Grace". What happens when the show ends?
Editor/Beta: Many, many thanks to Stacy d'Lacy who is still the best beta reader any writer could have.
A/N: In honor of the summer heat arriving, it finally heats up a bit for Calzona.
Chapter 24
As she drove to Callie's home, Arizona was starting to think she was cursed, or that someone was playing a big cosmic joke on her. It was bad enough that Addison's teasing words about the "third date" were stuck on repeat in the blonde's thoughts, but the car she had been stuck behind in traffic for the last fifteen minutes had a license plate starting with "3RD" and it seemed to be mocking her. She really started to believe in karma when the GPS instructed her to take the third left turn onto Third Avenue.
"Unbelievable," she grumbled as she turned her Prius onto Third Avenue. "I've had enough of this," she said to herself. "I get the message. No need for overkill."
As she made the final turn onto the street where Callie lived, she slowed down. The neighborhood was not what she expected. Most of the houses were small and looked like they'd been built back in the glory days of early Hollywood. Arizona thought they were charming, though she was surprised to see Callie living here. She had expected the Latina to be living in a large house in a trendy neighborhood. Yes, the blonde was surprised, but also impressed by Callie's choice.
Spotting Callie's Porsche, Arizona pulled into the driveway and parked behind it. She sat for a moment, trying to quell the sudden nervousness that was starting to overwhelm her. It was more than the usual butterflies she felt when she saw Callie. She gripped the steering wheel and took a few slow, deep breaths. The blonde didn't understand why she was so nervous. She'd been looking forward all day to this, to seeing Callie. They'd hardly seen each other all week. She sighed. It was the specter of that damned 'third date'. She wanted their relationship to progress, she really did, but she wasn't sure if she was ready for it to be tonight.
She let go of the steering wheel and flipped open the vanity mirror. She gave her makeup a quick check, fluffed her hair once to try to make it more presentable, then opened the car door.
"Screw it," she said to herself. "Whatever."
As she walked up the small pathway to the house, the front door opened. Callie stood in the doorway and the welcoming smile she had on her face drove away all the fears and nervousness from the blonde.
"Hey," she said softly as she approached the Latina.
"Arizona," Callie breathed. "Did you have any trouble finding my place?"
"No. Your directions were very good."
Callie stepped aside, allowing Arizona room to get past her. Arizona paused as she walked into Callie's home, placing a gentle kiss on Callie's cheek.
Closing the door behind them, Callie quickly put her hands on the blonde's hips and pulled her closer. It occurred to her that maybe her actions were a little forward or overly assertive, but she didn't care. She'd missed Arizona and had eally missed kissing her. Her doubts were dispelled when pale arms circled her neck.
"I've missed you," Arizona said, lightly kissing Callie's full lips.
"Me, too," Callie murmured, returning the kiss.
Their kisses were neither heated nor rushed but the blonde felt her desire for the Latina build with every kiss. It was so easy to forget everything and get swept away by Callie. She pressed her body into the taller woman's curves, loving how good it felt to be in the Latina's arms, to have Callie's body against her own. At that moment, she stopped thinking about third date rules and expectations and just fell into the feelings that Callie's kisses brought her.
It was Callie who ended their kiss. She slowly leaned away, a wide smile on her face.
"You know, as much as I hate being away from you, if that's the kind of greeting I get…" Callie's voice trailed off.
"Yeah, I know what you mean," Arizona agreed, her forehead resting against Callie's.
One more hug and one quick kiss and then Callie took Arizona's hand and led her further into the house.
"Do you want a tour?" Callie asked. "Dinner isn't quite ready yet."
"Sure."
They walked through a living room decorated in warm earth tones, except for a deep red accent wall. The throw pillows on the sofa matched the wall. Arizona was at first startled to see the red wall, but the more she thought about it, the more she liked it. It suited Callie and fit her personality. The Latina was warm and down to earth, yet fiery and passionate.
Callie pointed down the hall. "The bedrooms and bathrooms are down there."
"I don't get to see your bedroom?" Arizona flirted.
"Maybe," Callie answered. "It depends."
"Depends on what? How good I am?"
"More like how bad you are," Callie flirted back in her trademark husky voice.
"Hmmm," the blonde replied. "I'll see what I can do about that."
Callie led them into a small dining room. "We can eat here, but I thought we might want to have dinner outside on the patio," she said, opening a door to the backyard.
"Oh, it's lovely out here, Callie," Arizona commented as she stepped out onto the patio. Lush trees and plants filled the small backyard, surrounding the patio. "We should eat here."
"I was hoping you'd agree," Callie said with a smile.
They exited the patio and entered the kitchen. The kitchen wasn't nearly as large as Arizona's, but it was still larger than most kitchens, and Callie clearly hadn't skimped at all on the appliances.
"Would you like a glass of wine?" Callie asked, moving over to the cupboards.
"Sure," Arizona said with a nod. "But just a small glass," she added, thinking about her drive home.
"White okay?"
"Sounds good," Arizona said, taking a seat at the breakfast bar. "So, where is it? Can I see it?" Arizona asked.
"See what?" a confused Callie asked.
"Your TONY award."
"That's not here. I don't have it."
"You don't? Where is it?" Arizona couldn't hide her disappointment.
"It's in New York where it's proudly displayed on the mantle in my parents' penthouse apartment."
Arizona sensed some sort of undercurrent of tension, or maybe it was bitterness. "Oh, that's too bad."
"Maybe if we're ever in New York, I'll take you there if you really want to see it that badly."
"I'd like that," Arizona said softly as she tried to stop the butterflies in her stomach. Going to New York with Callie? Possibly meeting her family? She wasn't sure if she was ready for that.
"Speaking of New York," Callie said, handing Arizona the glass of wine.
"What about it?"
"My agent told me that we're probably going to be at the 'upfronts' this year, promoting the new show."
"That's probably why Amanda called me today. I haven't returned her call yet."
"I haven't been to one of those in years," Callie said.
"I've never been. What are they like?"
"Lots of cameras and schmoozing," Callie said with a tiny frown, "though the food and drinks are pretty good."
Callie set her glass of wine down and finished preparing their dinner.
"What are we having?" Arizona asked. "It smells wonderful."
"Chicken piccata." Callie reached into the cupboards and pulled out two large plates, then opened a drawer for the silverware. "Could you get the napkins? They're in the cabinet under the breakfast bar."
Arizona slipped down from the stool and leaned over to open the small door. She reached in and pulled out two red cloth napkins spotted with abstract designs in purple and black.
"Anything else I can do?" Arizona asked.
"Would you bring the silverware and the napkins to the table? I'll bring the food."
A few minutes later they were sitting out on the patio, dinner in front of them. Callie anxiously waited for Arizona to taste her dinner.
"What do you think? Do you like it?" she asked.
"Oh. My. God," Arizona exclaimed, her eyes nearly rolling back into her head. "This is so good."
Callie couldn't stop the grin that formed on her face. "I'm glad you like it."
"Like it? I love it!" She took another bite, almost moaning at the perfect blend of flavors. "Is there anything you can't do, Calliope?" the blonde asked.
Callie loved the way 'Calliope' sounded when Arizona said it. It was matter of fact, like she didn't give it a second thought, but it sounded full of affection. The Latina also liked it that Arizona was the only one who used her full first name, other than her parents.
She shrugged her shoulders in response to Arizona's question and picked up her glass.
"I mean, look at you," Arizona continued. "You act. You sing. You cook. You're artistic." Arizona paused when she started thinking about Callie's dancing. She bit her lip, trying not to think too much about how well Callie moved on the dance floor. "And… and you dance… well, you dance really well," she said her voice a little lower. "And let's not forget about what an awesome kisser you are." She cleared her throat, certain that she was blushing. "So, tell me, Callie. Is there anything you can't do?" she repeated.
Callie was at first embarrassed by the compliments Arizona was paying her. To hear her skills listed off made her a little uncomfortable, but then she saw the slight blush on Arizona's cheeks and the way the blonde looking at her, almost lustfully. The Latina's confidence soared when she realized the affect she was having on her dinner guest.
"Well, there are few other things I'm good at, but you'll just have to find out for yourself what they are."
"Such as?" Arizona asked as she gulped the last of her wine.
"I'm really good at swimming," Callie said with a grin.
"Swimming, huh?" Arizona's mind was instantly full of pictures of Callie in a bikini. "Um, anything else?" she asked, hoping to clear her head of all the lustful thoughts she now had.
"I'm very good at darts."
Darts. That's good, the blonde thought. Callie shooting darts. Nothing provocative about that. Nope, not unless it's Callie in a pair of tight jeans and that purple top with the plunging neckline.
"And I shoot a pretty mean game of pool," Callie said, curious to know what exactly Arizona was thinking that was causing the blonde to blush.
"I've, uh, I've never been very good at pool," Arizona commented.
"Maybe you just never had the right teacher," Callie flirted. "I'd be happy to show you."
"Uh, ah, yeah, that would be nice," the blonde stuttered. Her mind flashed to an image of Callie leaning over a pool table wearing that same purple top. Arizona subconsciously licked her lips, thinking of Callie's cleavage, then another image of Callie bent at the waist, aiming a shot, her jeans snug against her ass and hips.
The blonde shifted uncomfortably in her chair and reached for her glass, forgetting that she'd finished off her wine only moments ago. Silently Callie grabbed the bottle she'd brought out and refilled both their glasses. Arizona gave her a grateful smile.
"So, where did you learn to play pool?" Arizona asked after taking a large sip of wine.
"Our house in the Hamptons had a billiard room. My father taught all of us how to play, much to my mother's dismay. My sisters and I spent many a rainy day playing pool."
"Sisters? How many?" Arizona asked, a little embarrassed that she didn't know all that much about Callie, other than the standard press releases.
"Three."
"Tell me about them," Arizona said, her elbows on the table and her chin cupped in her hands. "Tell me about your family."
"Athena is the oldest. She graduated from Princeton and got her MBA from Wharton. She works for my dad. She'll take over when he retires; if he retires," she added with a small chuckle. "She's married with two kids." Callie took a drink from her own glass of wine. "She's the perfect first born. My parents couldn't be more proud of her."
"I'm sure your parents are proud of you, too, Calliope."
"I guess."
"Your other sisters? Older or younger?" Arizona prodded after Callie fell silent.
"Both younger. Theia is a few years younger than me. She graduated from Columbia and Columbia Law. She'll be working for dad, too. She's getting married this summer."
Arizona couldn't help but be impressed. The Torres girls were clearly all overachievers. She knew Callie had graduated from Julliard and was a TONY winner in her first major play on Broadway.
"And your other sister?"
Callie smiled. "Elektra. We all call her 'Leks'. She's the baby of the family. We've all spoiled her and she's a bit of a party girl. She did graduate from NYU but hasn't decided what to do with her life, except travel the social circuit. Last time I talked to her, she was thinking about moving out here to go to grad school."
Arizona leaned back in her chair and sipped from her glass. "Athena, Calliope, Theia and Elektra? Those are quite the names. I didn't know you were Greek."
"My mom is half-Greek, half-Spanish. My dad is Cuban."
"And your parents? What do they do?"
"Mom is a professor of Greek literature and culture at Columbia. Dad is a real estate tycoon."
"You grew up in New York City?"
"Sure did. Public grade schools, then off to private prep school."
"Wow, I'm impressed."
"Don't be," Callie scoffed. "I grew up with money and I am grateful for the opportunities it gave me, but I don't like the lifestyle one bit. I couldn't wait to get out here."
"Well, I am glad you did come out here," Arizona said, taking Callie's hand in an attempt to ease the tension that was rolling off Callie.
"Me, too," Callie replied in a soft voice. She gave the pale hand a squeeze before she started to pick up the empty dishes. "Ready for some dessert?"
"Sure. What are we having?" Arizona asked as she stood up to help Callie.
"Well, my cooking skills don't extend to baking, so it's going to be simple."
The two women carried their dishes back into the kitchen.
"Do you like ice cream?" Callie asked as she loaded the dirty dished into the dishwasher. She looked over her shoulder at a smiling Arizona. "Stupid question, isn't it? Of course you like ice cream."
"I love ice cream," Arizona said with a dimpled smile.
"I picked up some fresh fruit that I thought we could put over it. I've got blueberries and peaches."
"That sounds yummy."
"Do you feel like watching a movie while we have dessert?" Callie asked while taking the ice cream out of the freezer.
"Sure, or we could just watch some television?" Arizona suggested.
"Whatever you'd like is fine with me."
After serving up two bowls of vanilla ice cream smothered with the fruit, they settled in on the sofa beside one another, the half full bottle of wine and their two glasses on the coffee table.
"I don't know what's on," Callie commented. "I don't watch a lot of television unless it's an old movie, or maybe a network show if I know the actors."
"I don't either," Arizona agreed. "I allow Timmy a half an hour of television, or we watch a movie. I'll watch the news while I'm getting dressed or before I go to sleep. Sometimes I'll watch a movie or some game."
"Do you like sports?" Callie asked, somewhat surprised.
"We're big on sports in my family," the blonde explained. "My father's current obsession, which he seems to have passed on to Timmy, is the Dodgers."
"Did you play any sports growing up?" Callie inquired, changing the channel to the baseball game.
"Believe it or not, I played soccer and softball all through high school," Arizona said with a grin.
"So your bad softball playing in that one episode?"
"All an act," Arizona smiled. "And it wasn't easy to act like I couldn't play."
"You did a good job. I totally believed you were bad."
"Seriously?"
"Yeah, I just thought you were, uh, uncoordinated," Callie said with a blush.
"I'm offended. I'm not uncoordinated at all. Do you know how much skill it takes to be able to roll around in those heelies?"
"Please," Callie scoffed. "They're just roller skates."
"No, they're not. I'm going to get you a pair and have you try. I bet you take longer than I did."
"I'll accept that bet." Callie suddenly smirked. "So you were a jock in high school? I had you pegged for a cheerleader."
Arizona's mouth dropped open. "Now I'm really insulted. I was most definitely not a cheerleader."
"But you were popular, no doubt."
"Kind of hard to be popular when I was moving around all the time." Arizona took another bite from her dessert. "At least with sports I didn't have to be popular. I just had to be good enough. Being on a team gave me a chance to at least meet some people."
"I guess so."
"How about you? Did you play any sports?"
"No. I was too involved with my studies and acting and singing. I didn't have a lot of time to do anything else. My family sort of likes sports, I suppose. Well, my younger sisters both like to be seen at the games," Callie laughed, "but I don't know if they're truly watching. My parents thought participating in anything other than golf, swimming or tennis was a waste of time."
"That's too bad," Arizona set her empty bowl down on top of a coaster on the coffee table in front of them.
"Do you have any plans for this weekend?" Callie asked as she scraped the last of the ice cream from her dish.
"Not really. It's Timmy and Katie's turn to spend the weekend with their father. Why?"
"Do you want to get away for a few days?" Callie blurted.
"Um, I don't know. What did you have in mind?"
"I, rather my family, owns a beach house in Malibu."
Arizona's mind began to race. A weekend? With Callie? Alone? What did that mean? Does she expect… are we supposed to…
"It's got three bedrooms, so no expectations," Callie interjected, seeing the near-panic on Arizona's face. "I just thought it might be nice to relax before we start working on the finale."
"I don't know, Callie. I don't think…"
"I was going to go anyway," Callie said quickly. "I spend a lot of my time there during the summer. I like to walk on the beach, sit on the deck and read and of course, sleep late every day," she added with a laugh. "If you're not comfortable staying over, you could just spend the day." Callie set her bowl down. "Trust me. A little time at the beach and you'll be rested and ready for the last few weeks of work."
Arizona had to admit it did sound enticing. A short trip away could be just what she needed. With Timmy and Katie with their father all weekend, she would be left to putter about the house. There really wasn't anything she had to do over the weekend.
"When would you be going?"
"Depending on your work schedule, we could head up Friday afternoon or Saturday morning. I prefer Friday afternoon so I can avoid the traffic on Saturday."
"I'm done for the week, unless I have a callback."
"And I have my final scenes tomorrow." Callie frowned, thinking about her scenes with Erica. Yeah, even if Arizona didn't come with her, she was definitely going to the Malibu home. The Latina would need the ocean to cleanse herself of every interaction with her ex-girlfriend.
"Okay," Arizona said simply.
"Okay what?"
"I'll go. I could use a few days at the beach, so, yes. I'd like to go."
Callie couldn't help but grin. "Really?"
Arizona nodded, her blonde curls bobbing. She wasn't sure what it all meant, but having a chance to be alone with Callie, without work, or kids, or parents or friends interrupting them… that might be just what they needed to see where their relationship was headed.
"Great!" Callie replied, her smile even bigger. "What time do you want me to pick you up?"
"Jack," Arizona's face crinkled with her disgust at having to even say his name. "Jack will be picking up the kids at two o'clock. Any time after that will be fine."
"Three o'clock? Will that work for you?"
"Sure."
Callie reached out and took Arizona's hand in her own. "I'm really glad you decided to go," she said, placing a gentle kiss on the blonde's cheek.
"Me, too," Arizona said, giving Callie's hand a squeeze. "Besides, I'd be crazy to pass up an opportunity to see you in a bikini," she smirked. "You do have one, don't you?"
"I have several," the Latina replied. "But you've got to wear one, too."
"Maybe," the blonde said coyly.
Their eyes met, both women instantly thinking of the other clothed in a skimpy bikini. Callie was pleasantly surprised and not a little turned on by the unadulterated lust that adorned Arizona's face. The Latina let go of the hand she'd been clasping and began moving it up to draw the blonde closer. Before Callie's fingers had a chance to caress the lighter skin, Arizona was kissing her.
Callie sighed into the kiss, loving the way Arizona's lips felt, the way they moved in sync with her own. Her hands quickly found the blonde's waist, pulling the smaller woman closer. With every passing second, their kisses grew more heated and passionate, each woman demanding then ceding control of the kiss.
Her lips never leaving Callie's, Arizona leaned into the Latina's body, gently but firmly pushing the dark haired woman back onto the couch. Even though she was a bit startled by the blonde's bold move, Callie never stopped kissing her. She dropped her strong hands to Arizona's hips and pulled the smaller body in closer.
After a few more minutes of deep kisses and bodies sliding against one another, Arizona pulled away, her lower body still molded against Callie's. She straightened her arms, supporting her weight on her hands, and looked down at Callie. The blonde couldn't remember a time in her life when she'd been more sexually aroused. Continuing to look into the dark eyes below, Arizona shifted her body so she was straddling Callie's toned right thigh. She pressed her own thigh down between the Latina's legs, causing a delicious friction for them both.
Callie intently watched the blonde above her. As Arizona began to rock her body against Callie's, her blue eyes became glazed over and the eyelids fell half shut. The Latina was so enthralled with the desire on Arizona's face that she swore then and there she would do whatever it took to see that look again and again.
When Arizona's eyes closed, Callie looked down and found herself staring at the blonde's cleavage. Callie was almost ashamed to admit it to herself, but she'd had a 'thing' for Arizona's breasts since the first time they met. She'd first been drawn to the blue eyes, but her eyes had always drifted down when no one was looking. Such was her near obsession with them that Callie had immediately noticed when Arizona's breasts had gotten larger two years ago. She'd blurted 'you're pregnant' to the blonde when they'd been rehearsing a scene together. The startled look on Arizona's face had confirmed her assumption. When the blonde had asked how she knew, Callie had stammered out 'you're glowing' and hoped that her lie was believable.
Deciding that looking was no longer enough for her, Callie slid her hands from Arizona's hips and underneath the blonde's blue top. She nearly moaned aloud when her hands cupped both of the
full breasts, the hard nipples poking into her palms.
"Yes…" Arizona had gasped in a barely audible voice.
Callie's thumbs circling her nipples was nearly driving Arizona crazy with desire. The blonde leaned back, supporting herself with one arm. Reaching around to her back, she unhooked her bra. She was surprised by her own actions and her total lack of fear at being with Callie or having Callie touch her.
"Please…" she whispered against Callie's lips.
Callie's strong yet gentle hands pushed aside the now loose bra and found the uncovered breasts. Her movements were at first light and adoring as she reveled in the feel of the soft skin. The Latina tenderly caressed them as they kissed. When Arizona's kisses became more passionate and almost needy, Callie's fingertips began to fondle the blonde's nipples, alternating from sharp tugs to soft touches.
"That feels so good," Arizona gasped into Callie's neck. "I want to touch you, too."
With a few deft maneuvers, Arizona moved her body so that her hands were up Callie's shirt. When her hands landed on Callie's satin covered breasts, she at first gasped, then moaned. She'd never touched a woman like this before, and she'd never dreamed that Callie's breasts could feel so good in her hands.
"Sit up," the blonde demanded in a husky voice.
Slightly dazed by the suddenly assertive blonde, Callie did as she was told, though her hands still covered Arizona's breasts. A smaller hand snaked around the Latina's back and without much of a warning, Callie's breasts were now free of her bra.
"I just really wanted to touch them," Arizona said as she pushed Callie back down.
"I want you to," Callie agreed. "I really, really want you to."
Arizona immediately complied with Callie's wishes. Her hands slid up under Callie's shirt once again as her mouth sought out Callie's. Once she'd gotten past the initial awe of just holding the Latina's breasts, Arizona soon began to mirror Callie's touches. The more they touched, the more turned on they both became.
Callie's desire became so great that she suddenly flipped them over. In her haste to be on top, her leg kicked out and knocked one of the bowls sitting on the coffee table. The loud clank of the spoon hitting the bowl, then the sound of the bowl spinning off the table startled them both and they stopped what they were doing.
Arizona laughed first, her hands dropping to Callie's hips. Callie removed her hands from beneath the blonde's top and laughed with her.
"I guess we only have ourselves to blame for the interruption this time," Arizona giggled.
"Probably a good thing," Callie said, placing a sweet kiss to Arizona's forehead before she sat up and refastened her bra.
"Why do you say that?" Arizona asked, a small frown crossing her face. "Don't you want to, you know…" she asked while she readjusted her own clothes.
"I do, I do," Callie answered as she dropped several kisses across Arizona's face. "But tonight isn't the right time."
"But it's…" Arizona's voice trailed off.
"It's what?"
"Our third date," Arizona said in a low voice.
Callie gave Arizona a chaste kiss. "I don't want our… first time to happen because of some predetermined, set number of dates and I certainly don't want it to happen on the sofa." She ran her fingers through her dark locks. "Besides, I have to get up early tomorrow and you need to go home tonight. When we finally, you know…" Callie suddenly became embarrassed. "When we do, I don't want you having to leave in the middle of the night. I want us to have the whole night together and wake up together."
Arizona nodded at Callie's words. An impish smile appeared on her face. "That's assuming we get any sleep," she said saucily.
"Is that a threat or a promise, Ms. Robbins?"
"A promise, Calliope. And I always keep my promises."
"I'll hold you to it," Callie said as she rose from the sofa, the bowls in her hand.
"I look forward to it," the blonde commented as she followed Callie into the kitchen. She looked at the clock on the microwave. "You're right. It is late, and I should probably get home," she said disappointedly.
Several minutes later, and after another brief, but intense makeout against the front door, Arizona finally pried herself away from Callie.
"So, I'll see you Friday?"
"Definitely. I'll call you before that."
"Good luck tomorrow with Erica."
Callie scowled. "Please, don't remind me."
"Do you need me to come in for moral support?" Arizona offered, taking Callie's hand.
"No, I'll be fine."
"Call me tomorrow?"
"Count on it," Callie said, giving Arizona one last kiss goodnight. "But text me when you get home?"
"I will." Arizona pulled Callie into her arms and hugged her tightly. "Dinner was wonderful. Thank you. I had a really good time."
"Me, too."
"Goodnight, Calliope."
"Goodnight, Arizona."
As she watched Arizona drive away, Callie could only think that the weekend couldn't come soon enough.