"Robbins, Arizona," she said, smiling brightly at the check-in desk attendant, letting her dimples pop while he went down his list and checked off her name, then dug around in a box next to him to hand her a packet and a nametag.
"You're in Orientation Group Two, which is meeting over there," he pointed off to the left, where there were three other people already standing, "And your Orientation Leader will meet you over there shortly."
"Thank you!" she chirped back, her voice slightly higher just because of the sheer nerves in her stomach. Last week she had been selected to do her surgical residency at the best hospital in the nation, and here she was for her first day of orientation. Words could hardly describe the feeling running through her veins.
Pinning on her nametag, she looked around, seeing the other nineteen people who had all just sat through a lecture given by the Chief of Surgery, Dr. Tamas. Her speech had both stricken fear and admiration, and Arizona could tell that she wasn't the only person wondering, as Dr. Tamas had said, who would be the seven people who made it to the end of residency here.
They accepted twenty people in their surgical program. Second year, the numbers dwindled down to between fifteen and ten. Third year, they were down to about eight or nine. And by the end of fifth year, on average, only seven of them would remain. She wouldn't be one of the thirteen who failed, she thought, wiping her admittedly sweaty hands on the thighs of her black dress pants before walking over to her group.
Of the twenty people in the room, she recognized four others from Harvard Medical School. However, none of whom were in her own group. Coming closer, she saw how they were all standing about a foot away from each other, in silence. Like that was going to make any of them feel any less nervous, she thought, reaching out her hand, "Hi! I'm Arizona."
The first person to respond was a tall, scrawny man, with ashy blonde hair, who leaned forward and looked at her chest. Frowning, she brought her arms up, crossing them over herself, about to ask him what the hell he was doing, when he stuck out his hand, "You're from Harvard Med, then."
So, she supposed he might have been checking to see what school she was set to graduate from, as it was listed just under her name. Still, regarding him with slightly narrowed eyes, she read his nametag, "Yes. And apparently, you are Ben Spencer from Tufts."
The other girl standing with them practically hopped forward, clinging onto Ben's arm, "And I'm Sarah Newton, also from Tufts." Her voice was high pitched, and Arizona didn't like the way she looked like she was sizing her up, as if she would want her apparent boyfriend, when she had Callie at home.
She turned her attention to the second guy, who had scraggly black hair, and whose hands were slightly shaking even as he was standing away from the group. Giving him a small smile, she asked, "What's your name? I can't quite read it from this far away."
His Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed hard, "Uh, um, Kevin Rosenberg."
A throat was cleared loudly behind Arizona's back, "All right, that's enough introductions. Believe me, you'll be spending enough time with each other later in the year."
Spinning around, she came face to face with a woman who was her same height. She had brown eyes that skimmed over Arizona, and the three others that were standing slightly behind her, then back to the blonde, a glower apparent on her face. She had dark hair that was in a high ponytail, with thickly framed glasses.
"I'm Dr. Rachel Hayden," she said, then looked at them expectantly. When no one said anything, she lifted an eyebrow and scowled, "And you guys are?"
Arizona looked around at the other three people of her group, all of whom were looking uncertain at what she wanted them to do in response. Then she realized it was an unspoken agreement that it had been made her job to talk, "Um, you told us to stop with the introductions."
The eyes behind the glasses rolled, "I meant with each other. Unless you want me to just number you or something."
They went around and said their names, and which schools they were from, coming around to Arizona, lastly, and she mustered up as big a smile as she could as the disdainful face of Dr. Hayden, "I'm Arizona Robbins, currently attending Harvard Medical School."
Those eyes glared at her, still, making her feel uncomfortable, "Oh, is that right, Arizona Robbins?"
Taken aback, annoyed, she glanced around to the other members of the group, who all were just staring at the ground, before narrowing her eyes at this woman, "Yes…?"
But she didn't expand on her previous statement, just turning on her heel, "Well, it's my job along with Dr.'s Chao, Adler, Sanchez, and Li to be in charge of next year's interns," she said, pointing to the other current interns who were all with their respective groups, "Just because you're with me today doesn't necessarily mean I'll be your resident next year."
Thank god for that, she thought, careful to keep her mouth shut as she started to follow the other woman out of the room, still at the front of the small pack. Keeping up with the brisk pace, she asked, "What about you, Dr. Hayden? Where did you go to school?"
Her voice was clipped as they rounded a corner, "I don't think that's necessary information for you to know, Robbins."
"I was just being friendly," she snapped back, irritated at this Dr. Hayden for coming in and being so completely rude and snotty on a day that she'd been looking forward to, which was quickly killing her good mood.
Hayden stopped short, making Arizona stop short, causing Sarah to crash into Ben, who crashed into her and they all stumbled forward a few steps while the doctor crossed her arms, "Listen, you aren't here to be friendly. You're here to be shown a tour of the hospital and for me to answer any questions you might have. And quite frankly, I don't understand your excitement – yeah, you got in to the residency program here and that's great and all, but you haven't even begun the hard part. You still have to make sure you passed part two of your USMLE and your spot here is only contingent on you still passing all of your classes."
Crossing her arms, she felt the annoyance rise in her, making her throat tighten, "Actually, I've already passed my USMLE part two – I took them last year. And I'm not worried about my performance for this semester, and I think I have every right to be excited about being here for orientation."
"Well, don't you just know everything then? Why am I even here? You should lead the group through the hospital and tell all of the facts since you're so knowledgeable. Good for you, looking forward to the future, fearlessly. But the truth of it all is that at least one of you here right now won't be here in five years, and starting to work as an intern is one of the most difficult things you will ever do. So look forward to it now, but I'm just saying that just because you got in doesn't mean the battle is over. You haven't even started it," she finished with a flourish, and smirked when Arizona didn't respond in an instant.
But that didn't mean she was quiet for long, "Excuse you, but there is absolutely no need to be so rude, –"
She was cut off, "I wasn't being rude; I was being realistic. People finish their residencies here with over twelve hundred cases they've worked on. They assist and complete research studies, and hundreds of conferences. You haven't even started any of that yet, and I'm not going to water down how difficult it is to stay a top competitor here. You're officially going to be starting the number one most difficult program in the country – you should probably be a bit more scared like one of those three," she said, gesturing toward Sarah and Ben, who were tightly clasping hands, and then Kevin, who stood feet back, looking like he was going to crap his pants.
The pager that was attached to the waistband of her scrubs went off, and she peered down at it over the top of her glasses then sighed, "I'm going to check on a patient – you guys stay here and I'll be back."
With that, she disappeared around the corner. Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out her phone, seeing that Callie had texted her. Hoping hearing from her girlfriend could brighten her rapidly souring mood, the read the message, Hey birthday girl, how's your spring orientation going?
Groaning, she hit the call button, leaning her back against the wall, not wasting a second after Callie picked up to ask, "How in the world did you know it was my birthday?"
She could hear the mocking lilt in her girlfriend's voice as she responded, "I happen to have let myself into your apartment – it seems someone has stolen my favorite pair of yoga pants…"
Unable to stop a grin coming up onto her face, she tilted her head back, resting it on the wall, "Oh? This someone must have spectacularly good taste."
"This someone might have better taste if she would buy them herself instead of slowly collecting all of her girlfriend's clothes into her own apartment. I swear, I'm going to have to start walking around naked," she joked.
Sighing at the mental image, she tipped her head back, "Is that a threat or a promise?"
"And here I was thinking you didn't share," Callie teased, "And you're okay with me walking around naked for all of Boston to see?"
Her face instantly turned into a frown and she just imagined hundreds of other people seeing her girlfriend's goddess body, the jealousy burning a bitter trail in the back of her throat, "Definitely not sharing. Nope. In fact, I suggest you go buy a burka to wear when we're not in your or my apartment."
Callie's full-bodied laugh came through the speaker, bringing out Arizona's as well, "Mhmm, I'm sure that will be the next thing for me to buy from amazon." Then she got serious again, "And don't think you being all possessive is going to make me so hot that I forget that it's your birthday and you didn't tell me."
Now the smile was wiped away again, "Because it's not important," she said, lightly banging her head on the wall behind her.
"It is, though. Because you're my girlfriend and I want to – and should – know these simple facts about you. And what were you going to do by the time we've been together for a whole year and I asked about why your birthday never occurred? Say you don't have one?" she asked, and Arizona could hear that while she was joking, she also wanted an answer.
Groaning again, she reached one arm across her body, holding onto her elbow, "You didn't finish telling me how you found out."
She could hear Callie move around in the background, "As I was saying, I came to find some yoga pants and while I was in the bedroom, I saw a card lying in the trash, with some bright balloons on it. I said to myself, Callie, that's odd. So I picked it up and read it. Low and behold, it is a birthday card to you from your parents."
That stupid card. Her parents knew she hated celebrating her stupid birthday, and they still sent one of those sappy birthday cards, blowing her breath out in a huff, she rolled her eyes, "I didn't tell you because I don't celebrate my birthday. I think it's stupid. And pointless."
Callie's incredulousness was heard from miles away, "This is coming from the woman who scolded me when I didn't tell you when my birthday was a week away? You planned out a celebration for us to have on my birthday, but you don't even tell me when yours is?"
Feeling frustrated, she closed her eyes tightly, "I just don't like my birthday, Calliope. Please don't push me on it and just act like it's any other day – because it really is. There is nothing special about today. I mean it, don't do anything out of the ordinary."
"Okay," Callie said in that light tone, that Arizona knew she only used when she was unhappy or lying.
Opening her mouth to respond, she heard hurried, impatient footsteps coming toward her, and she looked up to see Dr. Rachel Hayden fast on her trail, glaring daggers, "Calliope, I mean it. Seriously."
"Mhmm," her girlfriend spoke back, in that tone, that made the blonde even more frustrated.
As the angry doctor approached, she pushed herself off the wall, "I have to go." Pulling the phone away from her ear, she heard Callie hurriedly say "I love you," before the call was disconnected.
"Robbins," the brunette stopped in front of her, her hands on her hips, "Making personal phone calls already?"
Already done with this day, she bit back the bitchier comments that wanted to leave her mouth, "I'm sorry, but when you ran off your only order to us was to stay here, not that we couldn't use our cell phones."
Eyes flashed at her, "I really don't like your attitude."
Holding onto her last bit of patience, she bit her lip, "Am I missing something? Have I done something to you in the last ten minutes that we've known each other to make you dislike me?"
Shaking her head, Rachel let out a deep breath, "I told you – I don't like your attitude. But you know what? I'll move on, because whoever you were talking to, you're going to have a lot less time to talk when you start your residency. You'll all learn that all of your personal lives will completely change, if not halt, when you start here in July. How about we get on with the tour?"
The rest of her afternoon was spent in the same fashion. Every time she wanted to say anything, she was shot down by Dr. Rachel Hayden; she hadn't even started her intern year yet, but she already made an enemy. Just lovely, really.
In all actuality, this afternoon that was supposed to make today a good day just made her feel more nervous about starting work. All she wanted at this point was to crawl into bed with Callie – possibly with some chocolate doughnuts – and rest her head against that part of her girlfriend's neck where she just fit and breathe her in. Forget about what day of the year it was and how crappy one of her possible overseeing residents might be was.
As if Callie could read her mind, she got a text just as she left the hospital front doors, Hey babe, come over to my place. I made dinner.
Despite the metaphoric cloud looming over her head, she felt just the slightest of smiles tug at her lips, I just got out of orientation. I can't wait to tell you all about it… absolutely miserable.
Walking across the parking lot to get to the nearest subway station, she nearly jumped out of her skin as a car honked loudly at her. Holding her hand over her rapidly beating heart, she looked at the person driving. Of course, it was Rachel, who rolled her window down, "Excuse me, but you're not on a crosswalk. And you probably shouldn't be looking at your phone as you walk across a busy parking lot."
Was this woman kidding her? The crosswalk was literally inches away, and she made a show of taking one exaggerated step so she was standing on it, "Is this better? And just to let you know – I'm a pedestrian; I always have the right of way."
God, her middle finger was just itching to come up and flash in that direction, but she kept her fists clenched and head facing forward. She kept her pace fast, and practically marched to Callie's apartment, already itching to get out of these stupid dress clothes and into her girlfriend's comfy ones. The thought of which made her just a bit happier; she didn't know what it was about wearing Callie's clothes that she liked so much, but she had taken to wearing them as though they were her own.
Hence Callie having to root through Arizona's apartment to find her own pants. Reaching into her pocket to draw out her keys as she approached the apartment building, she felt that happiness grow even more, seeing her girlfriend's key on her keychain next to her own. She'd received it, even though she told Callie that she didn't need a key just to reciprocate her giving Callie a key, last week. Only a day after she'd given Callie hers.
Entering the building, she looked at the stairs, then shook her head. Today was the kind of day to take the elevator. Within moments, she was back out, and her purse felt ridiculously heavy on her shoulder as she walked toward the door. So, so ready for some homemade Callie cooking and to lie in bed. Maybe even slip in a Disney movie, and cuddle for a bit before dozing off. Plus, it looked like it was going to rain, so it was definitely the best sort of lazy night.
Reaching her hand out, she found that the door was locked. Confused – Callie had told her to come to her apartment less than a half hour ago – she dug out the keys she'd slipped back into her purse and slid one into the lock. As she swung open the door, she saw that the lights were off, dimming the place.
Frowning, she reached her hand over to the left where she knew the switch was, and called out, "Calliope?" just as she flicked the light on.
And practically had a heart attack, panic shooting through her, as what felt like hundreds of people jumped out from ridiculous hiding places, screaming, "Surprise!"
"Holy fucking shit!" She screamed back, her heart still pounding against her ribs, as she tripped over her own feet and falling painfully onto her ass on the hard ground.
"Arizona! Are you all right?" Callie – she knew it was her girlfriend even though she had her eyes squeezed tightly closed – rushed forward.
As tan hands wrapped around hers, to help her up, she pulled away, and pushed herself up, going from shocked to furious in zero seconds, "Are you kidding me, Calliope? I told you I wanted you to treat today like any other day! That doesn't entail inviting everyone you know, everyone I know, and then some over for a party," she hissed, trying hard to keep her voice from raising and yelling for everyone to hear.
The Latina was dressed in a short, tight black dress that she knew Arizona loved – and Arizona really did love it. But not right now. "I just… it's your birthday and you sounded like you weren't having the best day on the phone, so I wanted to do something."
Reaching out to take Callie by the hand, then pulling her out into the hallway and away from all of the guests who were watching with interest, she crossed her arms, "I did have a bad day; even worse than my usual birthdays. And I did want you to do something; I wanted to have a dinner with you – just you – and snuggle and tell you about everything from orientation. Not – not a freaking party."
Big brown eyes were wide, and she could see genuine upset as Callie bit her lip, "I'm sorry. But it's your birthday! And I didn't know, and I didn't have time to get you anything or to plan anything, so this was the best I could do on such short notice. And I just don't understand why you don't want to do anything at all to celebrate."
Irritation pushed words out of her mouth, feeling even more dismayed thinking of all the people on the other side of that door, ready to burst out and scream happy birthday, "Because nothing good happens on my birthday – when I was six, I broke my wrist. When I was eleven, my grandmother went into the hospital and then died two days later, and when I turned seventeen, Tim got deployed for the first time. And today – today my awesome, awesome residency program dream that I've wanted since forever, turned into something I'm nervous about. Birthdays, especially mine, suck." Seeing Callie open her mouth, she held up her hand, "I'm mad that you couldn't just respect my wishes when I told you I didn't want you to make today into something. But I don't – can't – argue with you right now because I'm just too tired."
Callie reached out, in a motion that Arizona knew would lead to an embrace, but she just stepped back, for once not in the mood to be touched by her girlfriend, and the action clearly hurt her girlfriend, "Arizona… I'm –"
Shaking her head, she wrapped her own arms tight around herself, "I'm just going to go home, okay? I'll text you later."
As soon as she was out of the building, she felt bad. All she could see was the emotion in Callie's expressive eyes, in her entire face, really, and she wanted to apologize. She protected the things she loved; she didn't cause pain. But that slightly guilty feeling in the pit of her stomach wasn't big enough to overpower the frustration and annoyance that was still burning her up. The last thing she wanted was for people to make a big deal out of today, of this stupid date, especially when she felt already defeated for the day.
As soon as she got back to her own apartment, she kicked the door shut behind her, locked it, then went straight for her bedroom. Her stomach grumbled in hunger, but that could be ignored in favor of lying down under her covers and just forgetting Dr. Rachel Hayden and her first real irritation at Callie.
So she stripped off her shirt and pants, and pulled on a pair of sweats, her own for once, just on principle, and climbed topless into her bed from the foot, slithering up under the covers until the top of her head hit the bottom of her pillow. Not even lifting it up to go onto the pillow, she just rested her cheek against her sheets and shut her eyes.
Just one of those stupid days.
And then her eyes flipped open as there was a pounding on her door. Well, she was just going to pretend she wasn't home, because there was no way she was getting up right now. Then, as she heard the door swinging open, she squeezed her eyes closed and pulled the comforter above her head, knowing Callie had come after her.
"Arizona?" her girlfriend's husky voice called into her apartment, but she didn't answer. Then footsteps came closer, until she heard them pause in her doorway, and she still didn't move from under the blankets, "Arizona? I can see your feet poking out from under the blanket."
Sighing, but still not moving, she kicked the comforter down so it covered her, "There. Feet are gone. Please go away, Calliope. I don't want to talk about my stupid birthday."
Cold air hit her skin as the Latina yanked her blanket right off her body, and before she could roll over to look up at her, the backs of her thighs were straddled by long, caramel legs, and despite the fact that she was still annoyed, her back automatically arched into talented hands as they rested just above her butt, on her bare lower back.
"Well, sorry, but that's too bad. I'm sorry that this day has historically been a bad one for you, but –" she cut herself off as Arizona tried to roll around, and she locked her legs in place, making it so Arizona was stuck lying on her stomach, "Too bad, you're going to have to listen to me when I say this. I get that today is not something you like to celebrate, and yes, I should have respected your wishes and not tried to throw you a surprise party. That was bad thinking on my part."
Snorting out a laugh as those strong hands started to work over her back in a delicious massage, she felt as if they were rubbing away her annoyance as well as her tension, and her body practically melted onto the mattress, as she muttered, "You think?"
Callie drew her hands down the smooth, pale back under her hands, then went back up to touch on the large knots the blonde was carrying in her neck, as she continued, "So, Arizona, I am sorry about that. But I'm not sorry about wanting to celebrate today with you; the thing is, I want to celebrate today. Because today, April fourth, is the day that you came into this world, and maybe you don't think that that's worth celebrating, but I know it is because you are the best thing in my life right now, and you're amazing."
Groaning as those magical hands – why would she ever mock Calliope for deciding she wanted to go into ortho already when she was so fucking good with bones? She knew just where to touch with the right amount of pressure, as she skimmed her hand down Arizona's back on either side of her vertebrae. Finally, she was able to wiggle enough to turn over, surprising the Latina, whose hands came to rest on her hips.
As much as the massage felt amazing, she wanted to see her girlfriend as she reached down and took those hands in her own, locking their fingers together, "I love you."
Callie leaned in, her dark hair that she'd done in the side-swept way that Arizona really loved, fell forward to curtain both of their faces, whispering just an inch away from her lips, "I love you, too."
Before their lips connected, she added on, "And thank you for leaving the party you arranged for me."
Callie pushed herself up onto her forearms, and the grin she sent down made shivers walk down the blonde's spine, "I left one party for a better one. A private one. With my amazing girlfriend. I said I wanted to celebrate, and I still fully intend on doing so."
Lifting an eyebrow, she bit her bottom lip as the beginnings of arousal started to swim through her, "Oh yeah?"
"Mhmm," her girlfriend hummed back, but then swung her legs off of Arizona, then off the bed, landing on the ground. She leaned over to a bag that Arizona hadn't even realized she'd brought, then took out the strap-on they'd used a few weeks ago on Callie's birthday. She tingled, feeling wetness drip between her thighs, just remembering it.
Licking her lips, she reached for the toy, "Do you want me to –"
Callie cut her off, "Nope," she said, dropping the object onto the bed, then reaching up and undoing her zipper, drawing it down her back. Arizona watched, her throat dry as her girlfriend peeled off the dress she'd out on just for her, then moaned as it fell to the ground, revealing nothing underneath.
Her eyes were glued to large breasts, aching to touch, as the realization hit, "Wait, you want to…?"
Callie licked her lips as she crawled back onto the bed, up the blonde's body, whispering, "I want to fuck you with the strap-on," as she pulled Arizona's bottom lip between her own, then released it seconds later as Arizona let out a shuddering breath, "If that's okay with you?"
The idea of Callie being so deep inside of her, with a toy that she'd once used to be so deeply connected with her was more than okay to her. It sounded fucking wonderful, and she brought her hands up, tangling them in dark locks, tugging her forward into a kiss so rushed their teeth clashed together.
Moaning into Callie's mouth, her hands went to roll already hard nipples, absorbing the Latina's returning moan into her mouth. Long, caramel fingers hooked into the waistband of her sweatpants, tugging down as she jerked her mouth away, "These aren't mine."
Panting, she looked down, "Well, I was annoyed. And besides, I thought you wanted me to stop taking all of your clothes."
Shaking her head roughly, she dipped down, taking one of Arizona's nipples into her mouth and scraping her teeth against it, mumbling against her flesh, "No. You keep wearing my clothes; I like it."
"Yeah," she breathed out, threading her hands back through thick, black hair, and urging her mouth back against the tip of her breast, groaning as a strong tongue lapped against her. As she switched sides, Arizona's hips jerked up against her, her core dripping already, and she reached out to grip Callie's wrist, dragging her hand down, "Touch me."
The Latina's fingers made contact with her hot center, her middle fingers slipping through her folds, her mouth planting an open mouth kiss between the blonde's breasts, "Shit, Arizona."
She hummed in response, her eyes closing tightly, and her hand clasped around her girlfriend's wrist, as two long fingers dipped inside, and her mouth fell open, "Yes… now. Put it on, now," she commanded, kneeling and reaching for the strap-on, handing it to Callie.
As soon as it was slid up and adjusted, surprisingly strong hands reached up and pushed the Latina backwards, so she fell onto the pillows. Within seconds, Arizona climbed on top of her, capturing her lips once more as she swung her leg over her hips. Disconnecting their mouths, they both looked down their bodies, anticipation building as she grabbed the dildo with one hand, then started to lower herself.
When she was all the way down, they both moaned, Callie's dark head pushing back into the pillow while Arizona's fell onto her shoulder, "Fuck," falling from her lips. Taking a few breaths, shivering at the full feeling, she leaned forward and braced her hands on Callie's shoulders, lifting her hips up, then bringing them back down.
They built a rhythm quickly, pleasure coiling inside of her, and it wasn't long before she felt close to the edge of orgasm. Then Callie's hand reached forward, her index finger swiping over Arizona's clit, making her mouth fall open, eyes opening widely, staring into the nearly black ones of her girlfriend underneath her.
A strangled scream ripped from the back of her throat, as her walls clenched tightly around the base, and her nails dug into Callie's shoulders. She could feel the subtle vibrations of Callie's still moving hips, rocking the toy in the most elusive, incredible rhythm. Her hips bucked and jerked against the Latina's, pressing in so tightly as her orgasm tore through her, robbing her of all of her breath.
After it passed, she fell forward, her arms no longer having enough strength to hold her up, her entire body pressed against Callie's, while her heart still beat powerfully in her chest, and she could feel Callie's doing the same from underneath her.
Then they were flipped so she was on the bottom, and her eyes snapped shut at the feeling of the strap-on moving in her after she'd already come so hard. Callie's voice was harsh in her ear, peppered with pauses because of her panting, "Shit – fuck – I – can you take more?"
Knowing how the toy worked, and how Callie must be feeling the intense pressure against her clit, she nodded, her mouth falling open, but words not able to come out. But her nod was all her girlfriend needed, as she slowly pulled out, inch by inch, so far that Arizona's eyes fluttered open in question, before they thrust back in, just as deeply as before.
Her hips powered in long, deep thrusts, and she could feel Callie grinding on the inward thrust, feel her quaking above her, and before long, her body was building that same feeling again. The best kind of pressure and heat built in her stomach and she reached her hands down, gripping the Latina's hips, gasping, "Faster," because she was going to come again, and she needed to feel her girlfriend come with her.
And Callie complied, jabbing her hips in quick, short thrusts, bringing Arizona closer and closer… she brought her legs up and snapped them around her girlfriend's waist, then wrapped her arms around her shoulders, holding her still. Then she ground their hips together, the pressure against her clit almost sending her over, and then as Callie started to jerk against her, moaning, "Arizona," into her ear, she knew she could finally jump off the edge.
Toes curling, all of her muscles tensed, as another orgasm pounded throughout her body, wreaking havoc on her nerves, her head falling back and she could hear her own unintelligible moans leaving her body. When it was over, pleasure still swirling around in her veins, keeping her head in that pleasantly foggy place, she stared at her ceiling still panting for air.
Callie was completely on top of her, all of her weight just collapsed, while her head rested next to Arizona's on the pillow. Long minutes went by as she felt Callie's hot breaths puff against her shoulder, her own out into the evening air, before she was able to speak, "I think you literally just fucked my brains out."
Feeling the body on top of hers shake in laughter, shudders erupted all over her body as a slick tongue traced over her ear and Callie's voice answered, "Nope, it's still in your head."
Laughing herself, she lightly scratched her nails up and down Callie's back, then flinched as the Latina shifted and they both became aware of the toy still between the blonde's legs. As gently as possible, Callie pulled out, then rolled out of the bed, to shimmy out of the straps. Pushing herself up onto her elbows, she frowned as her girlfriend started to leave the room, "Where are you going?"
Callie sent her that sly smile over her shoulder, "I'll be right back. You don't move. Stay right there."
And because she felt like all of the muscles she'd had in her body had now evaporated, she sank back down onto her back, only lifting her head up when she heard her girlfriend come back in. A smile claimed her face, seeing the plate stacked high with doughnuts, as well as a glass of water. Taking the drink first, she chugged over half of it down, then offered it to Callie in exchange for the doughnut plate.
Callie slid back into bed, placing the glass on the bedside table, before taking a doughnut for herself, "I bought these instead of a cake. I thought you might prefer it."
Laughing, she swallowed the bite she'd taken, "I absolutely do."
A tan hand reached out, smoothing blonde hair back behind her ear, "Why don't you tell me about your orientation? Why wasn't it everything you thought it would be?"
Letting out a sigh, she reached for another doughnut, and scowled just thinking about, "Dr. Rachel Hayden. She was terrible," she told all her experiences with the woman to her girlfriend, who continued to massage her scalp, which served to make her much more relaxed.
"She sounds horrible," Callie agreed, her fingers working magic to keep Arizona's stress at bay, "But maybe she was trying to be tough on you to prepare you for the work ahead?"
Shrugging, she pressed her face against Callie's neck, "I don't know. And then she made this comment about how our personal lives will completely change, and I don't want us to change, Calliope. But what if we do? It's not going to be the way it is now; there are only one hundred and sixty-eight hours in a week, and I'm going to be spending at least eighty of them at the hospital…"
Leaning down to press her lips against Arizona's forehead, she sighed, "Baby, we'll figure it out. Don't stress about something that is still three months away, okay?"
Inhaling Callie's scent, mixed with sex now, which made it even better, she nodded, "Okay." And she supposed orientation wasn't all bad. If anything, it opened her eyes to the fact that her life was going to be undergoing serious changes, sooner rather than later.
Closing her eyes as those full lips pressed a kiss into the crown of her head, Callie whispered, "Can I wish you a happy birthday?"
"I guess so," she sighed heavily, though not meaning any real sentiment behind it.
Callie laughed a little, "I mean, I did fuck your brains out and bring you doughnuts." She waited a beat, then whispered, "Happy twenty-sixth birthday."
This was the first time in... she didn't know how long that she wasn't going to spend the night unhappy and alone on her birthday, and it wasn't just due to the sex and the snacks. It was just... Callie, she thought, a small smile playing on her lips, "Thank you."
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