Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Grey's Anatomy. I just manipulate them to my will. Also, any line or phrase or setting that seems remotely familiar from any other show, movie or book, also not mine. I borrow…
AN: Enjoy!
Chapter 29
The bitter air rushing in and out of Arizona's lungs burns and the blonde is sure her chest is going to explode. Her legs are a strange mix of jello and frozen and it feels like her nose could snap off like the end of an icicle. Blonde hair is tucked haphazardly under a cap while the rest of her body sweats through the layers of clothes she is wearing. And her tennis shoes just aren't really cutting it when it comes to moving through the freshly fallen snow.
Not able to take anymore, Arizona gasps, "Stop, Tim. Stop." She bends over and places her hands on her knees, desperately trying to put some oxygen in her lungs but each breath taken in only brings a pang of misery. "Jesus fuck…" She groans, making the man jogging in place chuckle.
"You're a little outta shape there, Zone." Tim teases.
Arizona just lifts a weak middle finger in the direction of her brother before collapsing back into some stranger's yard, the snow instantly chilling her heated body and bringing a hint of relief.
"Man down… Man down…" The woman wheezes. "Medic!"
Tim plops down next to Arizona and asks, "What happened to you? You used to be able to keep up with me."
"Med school happened, Tim." Arizona answers weakly. "And the freshmen fifteen happened."
"I can tell…" The man plays, poking his sister's stomach and mimicking the Pillsbury Doughboy laugh.
"Fuck off." She groans, tossing a handful of snow in his direction. The sun is still trying to peek out from behind the grey clouds but never seems to be able to make itself known, and after a few seconds of staring off into space, Arizona asks, "Tim, why do you think Dad doesn't like Callie?"
"He likes her." Her brother replies confidently.
"Really?" The blonde questions in disbelief. "How many girls have you brought home that were greeted with a shotgun?"
"You know he's just like that because you're the baby." Tim tells her, then pushes himself back onto his feet. "Besides, does it matter what he thinks? Would you break things off with Cal just because dad has a cob up his ass?"
"No." Arizona mumbles.
"So… it doesn't matter." The man states, then checks his watch and adds, "Wow, you've totally screwed my time. Why don't you head back to the house and I'll finish up my last seven miles."
"Woah wait, we've only gone three?" Arizona groans, relying on Tim's strength more than her own to stand back up. "Damn, I need to start running again." With one last added dig from her brother, Arizona trudges back towards her parents home while Tim continues on with his daily morning run.
And by the time she makes it through the front door, Arizona is sure every one of her fingers is blue. Knowing that the best way to raise her body temperature is to peel off all her clothes, she heads upstairs and slips into the safety of her bedroom. Blue eyes immediately find a sleeping Latina, strewn all across the bed with various arms and legs sticking out from beneath the bedding. Her shallow breathing tells Arizona that her girlfriend is fighting to stay asleep, so she decides that the woman needs a little wake up call.
Without a stitch of clothing, Arizona slips inside the warm cocoon Callie has created and molds herself right up against the other woman. A gasp slips from plump lips and Callie instinctively curls away from the intruder, mumbling, "Jesus, Arizona, you're freezing…"
"Then warm me up, baby." The blonde whispers right into Callie's ear.
A groan rumbles around deep within the Latina's body and she turns to wrap the blonde in her arms, hands tracing the goose pimpled flesh of Arizona's back. "Why are you so cold? …And naked?" She asks, barely cracking open a brown eye.
"Tim and I went for a run." Arizona answers.
"And you run naked?" Callie muses, making the blonde in her arms giggle. "You know… there's a line between being close and being too close. And I'm pretty sure that line involves clothes."
"Oh, shut up." She grumbles before placing her cold and chapped lips against warm and silky smooth ones. It starts innocently enough but Callie can't seem to keep her hands from gliding down and squeezing two perfectly shaped cheeks, a low moan of pleasure escaping the blonde's grasp.
It's only Callie's third day at the Robbins' household but their extended absence from one another is something their bodies aren't used to, so now they are very happy to respond to the ministrations they are giving each other.
"Your parents…" Callie gasps when Arizona pushes her onto her back.
"They're at the store." Arizona answers against the Latina's lips. "Should be gone at least another half hour…"
"And Tim?" She moans, pink lips sucking the rapidly beating pulse point on her neck.
"Running." The blonde replies, rolling on top of her girlfriend and settling right between Callie's delicious legs. "Now… you want to talk? Or do you want me to…" Arizona husks just as her hand slides beneath the waistband of Callie's short. "…give you your Christmas present?"
"I thought we weren't doing presents." Callie gasps, still completely amazed at how quickly her body reacts to a single touch from Arizona.
Fingers make long and firm strokes up and down the Latina's soft folds while blue eyes watch Callie's face contort into a look of pained pleasure. "I can stop, if that's what you want." Arizona whispers just as she gives an aroused bud a flick, the body beneath her flinching from the sudden jolt of ecstasy.
The way caramel hands weave into messy blonde locks tells Arizona that stopping is the last thing Callie wants her to do. And when the Latina pulls her girlfriend down for another heated kiss the outside world falls away and it's just the two of them.
During the course of their relationship, sex has been a very constant thing. It's what brought them together in the first place, and was the driving force behind their want to see each other again, but now it's not just sex. Sure, they have their hot and heavy moments, moments where all they can think about is getting off or getting the other off as fast as possible. But then there are times where it's not about the orgasm, but about the journey. About worshipping each other's mind, body and soul. It's not sex, it's making love.
So when Arizona's lips leave Callie's, she doesn't jump right down to where she wants to taste the most. She teases, and taunts, and tortures the Latina by tracing two beautiful collarbones, and trailing down to one pert brown nipple, then the other. Every inch of Callie's body leaves Arizona mesmerized, and she knows that no matter how many times she tastes it, feels it, watches it move, she will never tire of it.
But just when two fingers are about to slide into Callie's searing core, muffled sounds of the front door opening make both women freeze. Arizona listens hard, praying that it's just Tim back from his run and that he will quickly hop in the shower, but when the musical laugh of her mother floats up the stairs, a curse slips from her lips.
"Of course…" She grumbles, collapsing on top of a very aroused and ready Callie. "Why wouldn't they come home at this exact moment?" The blonde groans. Her hand is still buried beneath her girlfriend's shorts and as an idea comes to mind, a smirk plays across pink lips.
Another gasp pierces the air when Callie's bundle of nerves is given a strong swipe, and she warns, "Arizona…"
"Shhh…" Arizona replies, her fingers picking up their pace. "You'll have to be quiet, Calliope." She whispers as each stroke along the Latina's slit collects more and more sweet nectar. "You wouldn't want my parents to know that I'm fucking you right now, would you?" Quite suddenly their love making has morphed into anything but, and now all Arizona can think about is getting her girlfriend off in her childhood bed while the rest of her family is sitting downstairs, completely oblivious.
"Arizona, I don't-" Another yelp, this time louder, slips from the Latina's grasp when she's entered with force. "Fuck!... Arizona, we can't… what if your parents… oh god…" She's torn between her body, which is on fire from the blonde's attention, and her mind, which is yelling at her to stop. Daniel Robbins has yet to give her the green light and Callie doesn't want jeopardize losing his blessing just because of a certain fiery vixen seduces her.
"I love you, Calliope." The blonde purrs, her lips tickling the flesh of Callie's ears as she starts to thrust in and out of the woman below her. "I could make love to you all day… Just feeling you clench around my fingers… Knowing how wrong this is, how easily we could get caught… God, it makes me so hot…"
But apparently the blissfully unaware couple aren't quiet enough because Barbara Robbins soon sends Tim upstairs to check on them after hearing something close to a bang and then someone crying. And as he approaches his sister's closed bedroom door he quickly realizes just want those cries and moans are all about. A slight swell of pride rises within him, never having really pegged Arizona to be that daring, but quickly shoves that feeling aside and goes back to being a big brother.
He knocks sharply on her door, and loudly asks, "Everything ok in there?" The sound of whispered curses and sheets shuffling makes him laugh and he adds, "Do you need any help in there, Zone?" At that, a pissed off blonde sends a shoe hurdling into the door, making her brother on the other side jump.
"Don't make me find a brick, asshole!" Arizona yells, just loud enough for him to hear but not loud enough to where her parents would hear as well.
"When you two are done bumping lady lips, why don't you join the rest of us downstairs?" The man jokes, which earns him another thrown shoe. With a laugh he leaves his sister to be, heading downstairs to call dibs on the first set of pancakes Barbara has promised to whip up.
Blue eyes are dark with fire as they burn a hole through her door, but then cool as she tracks back to the other woman in her bed to find Callie face down and trying to dig herself into the mattress. The blonde snuggles in close to her, wrapping an arm around the now naked top of her girlfriend and trying to pull the her from her hole.
"Calliope…" Arizona whispers.
A single brown eye appears from beneath a pillow, then another, and Callie groans, "That's it, I'm done. I'm dead, I'm dying, I'm dead. …God, I'm so embarrassed."
"Why?" The blonde asks, knowing she shouldn't be smiling at her girlfriend's misery but finding it too adorable to not smile. "Don't tell me my sex tiger hasn't been caught doing the dirty once or twice before…"
"Not in my girlfriend's parent's home! No, I haven't." The woman grumbles. "I'm not the sex tiger here, Arizona. I'm trying to be Callie Torres, respectable and upstanding woman who your parents would approve of you dating. Not Callie Torres, woman who fingerfucked a complete, yet cute, stranger on the subway. …That Callie is not what I'm going for here."
Her words sink in and Arizona begins to understand where her girlfriend is coming from. "You're right… I'm sorry." She whispers, placing a soft kiss on a still blushed cheek. "But for the record, I think my Callie is a mix of those two Callie's. Sex Tiger meets… girl next door." A laugh bubbles from within the Latina and Arizona smiles down at her, blue eyes now completely rid of anger or lust, leaving only love. "I love you, you know. And I don't want you to think you have to be any different just because of my parents, ok?"
"I just want them approve of me." Callie says softly, a tanned finger curling in a stand of blonde hair falling next to her.
"They will. I know Mom already loves you. And my dad… well, he's got a tough shell but inside he's like a kitten." The blonde replies.
"Yeah, a kitten who roars like a lion." The Latina mumbles, her conversation with the man a few nights ago still echoing in her mind. But when Arizona gives her a confused look, Callie just shakes it off and smiles. "Come on, your parents are waiting for us."
They share a kiss and then Arizona hops in the shower while Callie gets dressed and risks braving the sharks by herself. Downstairs, she finds Daniel sitting at the head of the dining table with a steaming cup of coffee and the morning paper opened in front of him while Barbara happily flits around the kitchen, the sound of crackling bacon adding to the peaceful atmosphere. The mother sends Callie a smile, along with a good morning, and pours out a strong cup of coffee for her as well.
Arizona quickly joins them, hair still damp but she didn't want to leave Callie hanging too long, and walks into the kitchen and finds her mother and girlfriend talking about family recipes. Aged blue eyes look up from her skillet and Barbara smiles before continuing to whip up her family a delicious breakfast.
The meal is soon served and everyone starts to eat, Callie extremely thankful that no comments about earlier are said. But then Tim says something about his new running shoes rubbing him the wrong way and Barbara turns to Callie, asking, "Oh, I forgot to ask, are you alright dear?"
Both Arizona and Callie give each other a confused look, and the Latina replies, "I'm sorry?"
"Earlier." The mother gestures towards the stairs. "Tim said you had a charlie horse and Arizona was rubbing it out for you."
Orange juice comes spewing from between pink lips and Arizona starts to cough as blood rushes to Callie's cheeks. Blue eyes turn to find Tim smiling and laughing his ass off, all the while Barbara and Daniel are completely lost.
"I-I… uh, I-I… yeah, I'm fine." Callie mumbles, unable to make eye contact with anything besides the plate of food in front of her.
"Did she get deep enough?" Barbara continues to ask genuinely. "Because I know how intense those can be and if you don't dig in deep enough it'll-"
"Mom! I'm begging you, for the love of God, please stop." An embarrassed Arizona pleas.
"What?" The mother asks, her eyes tracking from her son, who seems to be dying from a laughing fit, to her daughter with fire in her blue eyes, and ending with Callie, whose cheeks are so red she could be called a lobster. "Am I missing something?"
"They didn't get to finish." Tim interjects, not able to resist testing his sister's limits. "Zone's running endurance isn't the only thing that's slipped apparently."
"You're dead." Arizona growls, bolting from her chair in an instant.
"Not in the house!" Barbara yells but it's too late. Tim has taken off like a rocket and both of her kids tear ass through the house, busting through the back door and racing out into the backyard. The entire house seems to shake from their rampage and the sound of grunts and cries of pain can be heard through the walls as Arizona attempts to tackle the Marine to the ground.
The elder Robbins' woman just rolls her eyes and mumbles, "Children. …Sometimes they never grow up."
