Disclaimer: This is AU. 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: A lot of people have asked if this is the end of the story. I have completed the story as far as I had intended to go, but I am totally open into going farther. Give me some feedback. Should I start to fade the story out? Should I keep going? If so, how far? This is totally up to you guys! Please, let me know.
AN2: I was able to write a lot today (boss was sick) so here is one last chapter for tonight. Enjoy!
Chapter 49
Callie's POV:
I saw Arizona play with the keys from my purse, not knowing what she was doing. When she picked out the key that she left at my place, one that I had forgotten about until this very second, I was lost. Then she slipped it into the lock on the front door and it smoothly clicked open. …why..why would she have a key to this house?
Arizona opens the door, and motions me inside. But I can't move. I feel like my mind is working at a million miles a minute, and yet…not working at all. All I keep coming up with is that Arizona bought this house, this ranch…all this land, and I know that can't be true. …Can it?
I physically shake my head, trying to clear the crazy thoughts out of it. I move forward, towards the open door and step through it just enough for Arizona to come in behind me and close the door. I am met with a large, wood floored, very empty room. There is a suitcase and a duffel bag by the stairs that lead to a second floor. Past the family room I see part of a beautiful kitchen. Silver appliances and marble countertops. …I still don't get it…
I turn to look at Arizona. She gives me a shrug.
"So….what do you think?" She asks.
"About what? …..Why, w-why are we in here?" …I feel like a complete moron.
"I bought it….It's uhh…It's mine. Free and clear." She moves further into the empty space, surveying her new digs.
"Bought it?" Its starting to sink in. She just turns back to me and gives me a smile.
"Arizona….I…" then it occurs to me. She left the key before Vegas, before Oklahoma. After we had known each other for just over a week. "W-when?"
At this, Arizona starts to fumble. "Uh…well I uhhhh…I placed the offer and it was accepted the day that we had our umm…our fight." …the night she brought me back here, the night I just tried to recreate and make right.
The lights finally click on in my head. "That's what you wanted to talk about that night, isn't it?"
"Yeah…" …I am such a fucking moron.
I turn away from her and feel the tears start to fall. Everything is coming to the front of my mind. All the horrible things I thought, and the nasty things I said. What I assumed about her. That I thought she was playing me with that bitch from Oklahoma. And all the while, she had every intention of sticking around. Every intention of making me happy and I just threw it in her face….I don't deserve her. I bring my hands to my face, trying to hide myself from this miraculous woman who I've hurt so bad in such a short time.
"Calliope…." I hear her whisper in front of me, while trying to pull my hands from my face.
I look into the arctic blue eyes through my own blurry ones. "I'm so sorry…"
Her eyes soften "Why?..." She's tracing her thumb across the back of the one she pulled from my face, her other arm trapped in her sling.
"I…I hurt you so bad…" I start sobbing "A-and I don't know…h-how I can …ever m-make it up to y-you."
"Hey…" She cups my cheek and brushed the tears off with her thumb "hey… its ok. It's ok. We are here now, right?" I give her a defeated nod. "That's all that matters… yeah, we had a rough start but… we are good now, right?" A hiccup interrupts my nod. A smile plays across Arizona's face.
A few silent seconds pass and we just stare into each others soul. …we are good, aren't we?
"I love you." Arizona says, a serious look crossing her face, her hand still stroking my cheek.
"You do?" I ask, not believing her.
With a smile and small nod "I do…"
I can't keep the smile from being transferred to my face. "I love you too."
Arizona's smile grows and closes the distance between us. The kiss starts slow, just wanting to be connected, the feeling of being grounded by another human being. It grows more passionate, the words we just uttered taking affect. Arizona's tongue plays across my lips and I allow her entrance. At the taste of her I let out a moan in pleasure, my hands trailing up and down her back, finally landing on her firm, sculpted ass. Her one hand had moved from my cheek to tangle itself in my hair, pulling me harder against her.
Gasping for air, we part and Arizona says seductively "How about a tour?" With a wide smile from me, she hands me the half drunk bottle of wine then grabs my other hand and pulls me toward the stairs and up to the second floor. It's not much of a tour; I am led directly to the master bedroom. There is a single piece of furniture in there. A mattress on the floor and a set of sheets with a few pillows is placed in the center of the large room. It's facing out a large wall of windows, which offers the same view as from the overlook we were just sitting on. All of Seattle is spread out before this very window.
I move ahead of Arizona with more sway to my hips than usual. I can feel her eyes on my ass the entire way. I get to the bed, and seductively lean back on it, one leg crossed over the other, my head propped up on my elbow.
"I like how you decorated…" I purr.
I see her visibly swallow, and as she approaches she says "It's all about the important things…"
I pull her carefully down onto the bed, positioning her head on the pillows. I'm careful to make sure her shoulder is well supported. I lean over her, just looking into her eyes and all I see is love. It makes my heart melt. Makes me want to cry all over again. …enough tears for one day.
Arizona raises her right hand and cups my breast needing to feel my flesh, causing my breath to hitch and me to throw my head back. Her touch…that's all I need. …all I'll ever need.
She strains herself trying to reach for the edge of my shirt to pull it off me. I stop her with a gentle hand on hers.
"Let me…" I whisper.
Still, she tries to help me remove the article of clothing. I pin her hand back against the pillow, stopping all of her efforts.
"Let me take care of you…"
…not just tonight, but forever.
AN3: Again, let me know if I should keep going. I do this for you all, as well as a challenge for me. Your reviews keep me going. Hope to hear a lot of responses, and you can expect another update tomorrow morning.
