Their resolve to not have celebratory sex in the hospital lasted exactly one minute after the elder Robbins had gone for dinner. Tim was sleeping again and they were both still on shift. They couldn't go home for another six hours.
Arizona didn't even say anything, just glanced sideways and caught Callie's eyes, letting a smirk take over her lips. Callie's gaze jumped across her face and downward and she bit her own bottom lip, clearly in the middle of a mental struggle. "Oh, come on," she said as she surrendered, reaching over and taking her hand, Arizona grinning at her as she let herself be towed out of her brother's room and toward the nearest on-call room.
The door was pushed closed behind the blonde's body, Callie's holding her pressed to the flat surface while they kissed passionately. One of Arizona's hands was in dark hair while the other scrambled blindly for the lock on the door. They might not be being subtle about it, but she was not going to let anyone interrupt her celebration sex with her fiancée.
Callie's hands groped her ass and Arizona laughed in between deep, wild kisses. "I can't believe I'm the one who gets grief for loving your butt," she teased. She liked that Callie liked her butt. Strong hands gripped and lifted, prompting a short yelp that was cut off by another kiss.
Moving them off the door, Callie dumped her into the narrow twin bed, grateful at least that they'd stumbled into one of the rooms equipped without bunk beds. Neither one of them wanted to stop for a concussion. To say nothing of the embarrassment of needing a Neuro consult for a sex injury. Shepherd was a nice guy, stayed out of the hospital rumor mill as much as he could, but even he wasn't that nice that they wanted him to know about this.
Eager hands tugged Arizona's scrub top (thankfully the only shirt she was wearing) over her head, discarding it carelessly to the floor while a hot mouth explored the newly uncovered territory. Arizona was quick to retaliate, pulling Callie's layers of scrub top and t-shirt up her back and throwing them to join hers on the floor. Neither one could stop a moan when skin touched skin, though Arizona's noise was more in protest when Callie caught her hands and guided them up to the bar at the head of the bed.
"No touching," the Latina ordered, already kissing down the blonde's neck.
"Yeah, screw that!" denied Arizona, hips jumping when Callie skated one hand smoothly beneath her drawstring waist. "Calliope!" she whined desperately. "This is not fair!" Callie was easily holding both of her wrists hostage against the metal bar with only one hand. Fingers slid into her underwear and she couldn't breathe to protest further. They slipped to where she needed them, but only played lightly for a few seconds before withdrawing.
"You locked the door, didn't you?" Callie lifted her head to ask.
"Of course I did, Calliope! Now let me go! I need to touch you!"
"Not yet," Callie stated, pulling her hand back to undo the strings at Arizona's waist. "I'm taking your pants off and I'm going to take you." Arizona could only swallow hard. "Because we're engaged, and I rocked my surgery, and I want to rock you too."
"You do," gasped Arizona, not above some desperate pleading if it meant she got to touch Callie. "You're unbelievable! I've never been with anyone that touches me like you do!"
Lifting her head, Callie gave her an amused smirk, brown eyes delighted but determined. "Sweet talking and sucking up are nice, but it's not going to work," she wrapped Arizona's fingers around the bar, gently forcing her to hold onto it, "Now, can I trust you not to let go, or do I have to hold you still?"
Arizona just blinked at her, not sure she'd ever been so turned on in her life. Suddenly she was desperate to find out what Callie wanted to do with her and she only dimly recognized that she was nodding, tightening her grip on the cool metal. Nodding might be all she had left. Speech might have completely deserted her. At the very least, there were no words left in her mind at this moment.
"That's my girl," Callie murmured as she released her lover's wrists, triumphant smirk on her lips. Both hands were immediately at Arizona's waist and she sat back on her heels as she peeled the pants and panties down her partner's (wife-to-be, her brain reminded her) impossibly long and fantastic legs. She had a big thing for Arizona's legs. And at this moment, she kind of wanted them wrapped around her head.
The small bed meant that there wasn't room to stretch out, so she just scooted forward and scooped both hands under Arizona's ass, smirking when the subsequent lift drew a yelp of surprise from the blonde. She grasped the idea quickly enough though, looping one limb then the other over Callie's shoulders where she was sitting on her knees between her legs.
"Are you sure?" Arizona asked before Callie could lower her mouth to the scorching hot wetness between her thighs.
A challenging eyebrow answered her. "You think I'm going to drop you?" Callie smacked a quick kiss to the inside of her left thigh. "I'm not going to drop you. This can be your ab workout. You won't have to go to the gym," she teased.
Arizona laughed, blue eyes sparkling. She got to spend the rest of her life with this woman. It was unbelievable. "Calliope, you think I've had to go to the gym since I met you? You keep me plenty in shape, baby!"
Grinning back down at her, Callie gave the butt and hips she was cradling in her hands a squeeze and started licking down toward the other woman's center. A clearing throat stopped her with a sigh. "Arizona, if you don't want to…"
"No!" the blonde yelped loudly. "No, no stopping! I just…" She looked almost sheepish and curled one knee slowly. "I feel kind of dumb with just socks on," she admitted, biting her lip.
Callie smirked but shifted her lover's lower half to one hand, balancing her carefully while her other hand efficiently stripped her of her socks and threw them toward the rest of her clothes. "Okay now? Because I want to get my tongue on you now."
Arizona was left speechless again, just nodding briskly while retightening her grip on the bar at her head. Her eyes locked on Callie's and neither looked away as Callie bent her head to her task, mouthing the blonde's clit. She took her time, licking and sucking and diving inside as she pleased, Arizona's hips unable to keep from jumping in her hands. The blonde was left bucking and helpless to the pleasure, the long, slow stretches of driving Arizona up gradually and then slowing down further to torment her.
Her back and abs were going to be sore, but it was going to be so worth it, she decided. And Callie gave the best massages ever anyway. Her hands were incredible no matter where she was touching her. "Oh my God," she panted between gasps and whimpers and moans after an indeterminate amount of time, hanging onto the bar with everything she had. "Calliope, please, I love you, please," she pleaded, unable to take it anymore, needing to come more than air.
Giving in, Callie's suction tightened around her clit and she went over the edge with a strangled moan, clenching her teeth to keep quiet. No one would be surprised by what they were doing in here, but that didn't mean they wanted people to come looking for them. Callie drank up all of her with a smile on her mouth as she finished and pulled back, shifting so she could put Arizona's hips back on the bed.
Licking her lips in satisfaction, she stretched out along the narrow bed with her while the blonde caught her breath. "You doing okay?" Callie asked, undeniably smug. One hand stroked lightly across her lover's tight, clenching stomach. "I'll give you a massage when we get home," she promised.
"Oh my God," Arizona gasped again, prying her fingers from the bar gingerly and flexing her stiff fingers. "I'm so screwed if I have to operate today." Alex was good though. And he would be eager to lead and probably wouldn't think hard enough about it to tease her for why she was letting him solo.
Chuckling, Callie leaned over and kissed her softly. "Thank you," she whispered, trailing more kisses across her cheek.
Arizona cracked one eye open, laughing breathlessly. "Isn't that my line, Calliope?" She moaned when the hand on her stomach circled gently, soothing her tired muscles. Every touch from Callie set her on fire. "How are you? You okay?"
"I'm perfect," Callie answered her, smiling. "I didn't hurt you, did I?" she asked, considerate and concerned. Trailing her eyes down the flushed flesh on display, she had to bite back another wide, pleased grin, rubbing her palm up and down Arizona's torso.
Arizona reached up with one fumbling hand to catch the back of her head and pull her down for a kiss. "Anytime you want to do that again, I'm completely up for it." She grinned, kissing her again. "You'll just do that and I'll have awesome abs." Callie chuckled. There was no downside to that plan. "Is there anything I can do for you?" she asked hopefully.
The brunette arched an eyebrow, nuzzling under her jaw softly. "You don't have surgery?"
Waving that off, Arizona coaxed Callie's head up enough to kiss her again. "Nah, nothing Alex can't handle. I'd much rather stay in here with you." Callie's smile did nothing to calm her racing heart. "My fiancée…" she whispered happily.
Callie bit her lip, eyes shining. "We're getting married," she agreed, Arizona nodding against the tiny bed's single pillow. "So, like a wedding, and a reception, and rehearsal, and everything…" She'd been married before, but she'd never actually had a real wedding. She wasn't counting Vegas with no family or friends aground as a real wedding, even if the resultant marriage had been all too legal. Marrying Arizona might not be legal, but it was sure as hell going to be the rest of her life.
"Yeah," whispered Arizona, looking up at her. "That stuff's good, but you know the part I want?" Callie just raised one eyebrow curiously. "I want everything else, everything that comes after. I want to be your wife, and fall asleep beside you every night, and wake up all snuggled together every morning no matter how much space there is between us when we go to sleep." Callie smiled. She couldn't help it. No matter how much she sprawled and moved in her sleep, they inevitably woke up wrapped up in each other's arms. She loved it but wasn't really aware that Arizona had noticed, much less enjoyed it. "That's the stuff I'm excited for."
"We already do all that stuff, Arizona," Callie reminded her, licking her lips and still trailing fingers across her lover's bare midsection. "We live together." Realizing something, she blinked and lifted her head enough to be able to see Arizona's face clearly. "Wait, getting engaged, we're not going to stop sleeping together or something insane like that? I don't have to move into the spare room or something, do I?"
Arizona's blue eyes went wide, mouth dropping open. "Hell no! Are you crazy?" Unconsciously, her fingers tightened in the waist of the Ortho surgeon's scrub pants. Why the hell was Callie still wearing clothes anyway? And talking craziness like sleeping apart? "No! No sleeping in the other room and no pants! Lose them!" she ordered, realizing that she was talking about two separate issues, but not caring.
It was Callie's turn to blink but she smirked and sat up, shimmying her scrubs down her legs and kicking them off. "Better?" she asked, tangling their legs together.
"Yes," Arizona declared immediately, dimples framing her wide smile. She wiggled deeper into the bed, giggling when Callie slid an arm under her head. She loved being close like this to the woman she loved. "So we're not giving it up for however long it takes to plan a wedding," she stated definitively, her voice soft and sweet. A cute grimace appeared on her expression. "How long does it take to plan a wedding anyway? What kind of wedding do you want?"
Unable to resist, Callie leaned over to kiss between her eyes, feeling the furrow soften beneath her lips. "I want any kind of wedding that ends up with you at the other end of the aisle," a pause, "And no Elvises of any kind," she added with a smirk.
Arizona slapped her butt sharply in retaliation. "You think you're really funny, don't you?" she asked with a laugh. There was a time she never would have been able to imagine joking about Callie's previous marriage. But between that time and this one Callie had done nothing but demonstrate daily how committed she was to their relationship and to Arizona herself. And this marriage was going to last. She got forever with Calliope Torres. What had come before, whoever had come before, they were together, were getting married. Nothing else mattered.
"I am funny," Callie declared with a laugh. "You mean that's not why you're marrying me?"
Arizona giggled herself, her hand on Callie's ass lingering and rubbing over her cotton panties. "It's on the list," she agreed, distracted. "But it's a very long list, Calliope." Arizona delivered another gentle pat on the butt. She could list reasons all day on why she loved Callie, why she needed her, why she wanted nothing more than to be her wife. Making a decision, Arizona shifted down off of the pillow, off of Callie's arm, catching her hands and moving them to the bar where Callie had held hers. "It's your turn to hold on now," she stated, smiling eagerly.
Callie's eyebrow arched. She freaking loved that eyebrow.
"Oh yeah?" the brunette questioned.
"Yes," Arizona said, pulling Callie's leg over her once her lover's hands were gripping the bar and dragging the panties out of her way as she wiggled further down the bed. Callie's chest was too tempting and she leaned up on her elbows to trail kisses down her neck and breasts, tracing the cups of her bra with her tongue.
"Arizona…" Callie's voice was a throaty moan that succeeded in dragging her away, drawing her down her fiancée's body. She would do anything that voice said, anything to keep that tone in her voice. Callie helped by moving up on her knees as Arizona moved down the bed.
All she had to do was lift her head and she would have Callie in her mouth, on her tongue. But she paused, teasing the way she'd been teased. And if Callie thought she was getting off easily, she was going to be sorely mistaken. "Don't let go," she ordered, leaning her head back momentarily to meet wanting dark brown eyes.
Callie's hips rocked down to meet her tongue as her answer, Arizona humming against her and drawing a strangled, "Oh fuck," from Callie. Hands on the backs of her thighs kept her steady while Arizona made a slow feast out of her, pulling out all of the teasing stops to make her crazy. Callie felt her peak coming more than once only to have Arizona slow even further, withdrawing and keeping her on the edge. It took a little bit to get her there, but Callie wasn't above pleading, "Arizona, please, I need you, please…"
And Callie begging for her was undeniably hot and definitely did things for her, but they were still at work and Arizona couldn't take as long as she'd prefer. So she tightened her lips around the Latina's clit, steady increased suction sending her over the edge with a gasping moan, Callie's head hanging between her braced arms as Arizona ate her up. Teasing over, Arizona just did anything and everything she could think of to make Callie feel good.
Moving only became possible after she'd started coming down, Callie releasing the bar to slide herself down Arizona's body on the bed so she could kiss her, both of them breathing hard. Callie moaned at the taste of herself on the blonde's lips, hand on her face as she scattered kisses across forehead and cheeks and lips. "Mmh, thank you, thank you, thank you. I love you," she gasped out between kisses, Arizona catching her lips and leaning up a little in pursuit. "Mngh, I love you, "she repeated as the kiss ended, each of them breathless.
"I love you," Arizona echoed, smiling sweetly at her. "I get to marry you," she whispered, almost not believing it. Callie just kissed her again, nestling her head next to Arizona's on the pillow, sliding her arm back across her waist and rubbing the still sore muscles in her stomach. The room fell quiet, probably the only room in the hospital that was, but it wasn't uncomfortable, just peaceful, each of them basking in their future.
A beep from her discarded pants broke the silence and made Arizona groan. "No…"
Callie leaned over her to reach the pants, pulling Arizona's pager up to see the display. "Sorry, babe, you've got to go."
"No, no, no, no," the blonde denied, groaning and covering her stomach protectively as she sat up. She definitely wouldn't need the gym this week.
Grimacing in sympathy, Callie leaned up on her side and watched her stand up, Arizona moving slowly. She was clearly sore and aching. "Arizona, I'm so sorry. I didn't…"
She leaned over the still prone woman to kiss her. "Don't apologize for that," she ordered, tugging her top back on. "I liked it. Do I need to apologize for what I did?" Callie just shot her a look. "Exactly. As long as you liked it, we're good. Okay?"
"Okay," Callie agreed, relieved. She sat up with a smile. "I swear I will give you the massage of your life when we get home."
"I'll be looking forward to that," Arizona said, shooting her a wink over her shoulder as she hopped into her sneakers and left, Callie flopping back onto the narrow bed and breathing deep. That woman was going to be her wife. Awesome.
Hope you enjoyed part 2 of this chapter - I'm going to do my best to keep my every two day update schedule but I can't make promises since I don't know what my schedule's going to be like anymore or how exhausted I'm going to be when I get home every day... Wish me luck!