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… But any original characters are mine. Hands off.
AN: So… my thanksgiving was tense as our family get togethers always are. But we had good food so it wasn't a total loss. I thought about saving this chapter until tomorrow but…I'm nice. Enjoy.
Chapter 54
Arizona's POV:
"Are you crazy?" I just answer with an eye roll. "No…Seriously Z, are you like mentally unstable? ….You are actually considering riding again?" I just look back at her. "No…No, of course I'm not going to clear you."
"Teddy…."
"You said you still hurt… so NO!" Her eyes wide, shock still flying across her face.
"Its sympathetic pain, like you always tell me. So as long as I remain-"
"Jesus Arizona…. You're killing me, you do know that right?" Teddy paces back and forth in front of the massage table I am sitting at.
"Teds…its happening. All I want to know is if you are on board or not?" She hesitates. "Look, I understand…I don't need you to come. …I mean I would love it if you did, but I understand you have a life here now and… a girl. Believe me I understand that. …I just wanted you to know that the position is yours if you want it…. I wouldn't dream of hiring anyone else. ….We'll survive without you, but it won't be as much fun."
She just stares back at me for a couple seconds, reading my expression. Old Arizona is back and her stubbornness is in full force. "Right…and have you get trampled on again without me being there to see it? No chance in hell." She gives me a playful punch to my shoulder.
"So you're in?" Another look, then she gives a slow nod. A small smile crosses her face. I clap my hands in excitement and say "Hell yeah! The team is back! Alright…awesome." I hop off the bed and move towards the exit.
"I'm blaming you for this…" She yells after me, referring to the impending discussion she has to have with Addison.
"I expect nothing less…" And I make my way to the ortho wing, knowing Callie is wandering around up here.
After waiting at the nurses' station for a couple minutes, my fiancé makes an appearance. Her face breaks out in a smile when her eyes meet mine.
Walking right up to me and laying a strong kiss against my waiting lips, she purrs "Hey…"
"Hey yourself…" I look her up and down. …damn, navy looks good on her. Everything looks good on her, nothing looks good on her also.
"She in?" Callie asks as she hands a chart over to the nurse.
"Yep, gang's all back, except Sadie. Still haven't heard from her." I reply. Callie takes my hand and I follow her around like a puppy. We run errands, to pick up labs and what not. All the while I follow.
"So…when you leave?" She asks while leaning against the wall waiting on a lab tech.
"Two days… it will be close. Des Moines is a two days ride but I'll have a day to get set and then ride the next day." I'm nervous about coming back but I'm also excited. I take a peek at my phone and notice the time. "Ummm…. I got to go. George got me into 'The Cowboy' to practice."
"Practice?" She gives me the Torres 'really?' look.
"Yeah… remember?" The Cowboy was the club Callie and I went to the night we first….you know. When Callie still thought that I was a player, just using her for a week's worth of fun then was going to dump her on the way out of town. She nods, remembering the club but not knowing what I mean by practice. "They have a mechanical bull… Nowhere near here has a practice bull so I have to make due with a mechanical. …Gotta get as much practice as I can, I'm outta shape you know." I pat my stomach which I have noticed is less tone than it used to be.
She laughs and moves in close, her hands play across my midriff, and whispers "I like alittle something something to hang on to."
"mmm really? ….So if I let myself go after we get married your fine with that?" I tease her. She just grins at me and squeezes at my hips. "I need to go…see you later?"
She gives me a quick kiss. "Of course."
The next three hours are spent with me either on the fake bull, or flat on my back. These last 7 months off or so is really showing. Rusty doesn't even begin to describe my physical game. George is with me and trying to coach me as much as possible. He's not a rider or a coach by any shot but he has seen enough rides, been to enough of my practices that he can tell if something is off. Sometimes an eye from the outside helps more than all the knowledge in the world. I was able to talk the owner into letting me practice up to an hour before opening, which is at 7.
At a little after four, I pull myself up from a particularly unpleasant fall and am greeted with the most beautiful brown eyes in the world. Her mega watt smile adorned on her face and her hair falling down around her shoulders perfectly.
Limping over to the side, I give her a kiss. "Hey…what are you doing here? Thought you had to work until 8 tonight?"
"Yeah well… Bandy pissed me off the other day so he's covering all my pages for the next few hours. …I wanted to see my cowgirl in action." She plays. Then she sees how I am holding my body. "Are you ok?"
I try to stretch a little, but wince from pain. "Yeah, I'm fine…just haven't used some of these muscles in a while and they aren't happy about it." She gives me a small smile and turns me around to where my back is to her. Her strong hands start working at my shoulders and they slowly move lower and lower.
When they reach my lower back, she leans in and whispers into my ear "Maybe you need a nice full body massage." My body shivers at the thought of her hands working my body…all of my body. She can feel it and gives a throaty chuckle at my reaction to her words.
"Z…" George interrupts us. "Ready?"
I roll my eyes and Callie smiles. "I'll let you get back to it… I just wanted to say hi." She gives me a quick kiss and a smack on the ass then leaves. …she come all the way here just for that? I'm confused by her behavior but I shake it off and prepare for another go on the bull. …maybe this won't be as simple as I thought…definitely not like riding a bike. No such thing as 'just get back on the bull' …Horse? Yes. Bull? Hell no.
A couple hours later, I manage to roll myself out of my truck and haul myself to the door. My whole body hurts, my hands are burning and my side is on fire. It's the good kind of burn, the burn that tells you that you put in a hard day's work, but still…it hurts, a lot. Walking through the front door, I notice the house is dark. …odd, I thought Callie was off tonight. Maybe she got paged. I throw my keys on the table she gave me as a house warming gift and something catches my eye. There is a note on the table in familiar handwriting.
Bedroom…
A huge grin crosses my face. …I like where this is going. Kicking off my boots, I make my way up the wooden staircase and straight for our bedroom. Expecting to see Callie, I am disappointed when I am greeted by an empty room. Walking to the bed, I see there is a box with a bow on it and another note. I read the note first.
Something to wear after your soak…
…Soak? I open the box and find a beautiful blue silk robe. It's so soft to the touch it almost slips out of my hands. Grabbing my new gift, I move to our master bathroom and see that my fiancé has gone well out of her way. A bath is drawn using my favorite scents and extracts, candles are lit all around, there is a glass of white wine next to the tub, soft music is playing in the back ground and the lights are down low. I quickly strip off my clothes and lower myself into the water. Almost instantly my tired muscles relax and I am at ease. I don't know how long I spend in the Jacuzzi, with the wine and the music and the lighting…it could have been days and it wouldn't have been long enough. But I am too eager to see what else tonight has in store. I'm usually the one who takes the reins but I am very anxious to see what Callie has up her sleeves.
About a half hour later, I pull myself out of the tub and dry off. My body feels at ease and relaxed. …definitely needed that. After drying myself, I slip on the blue robe. It feels like butter against my skin. It matches my eyes wonderfully and the neck line crosses just above the swell of my breasts. The thin fabric only accentuates my hips and butt and the short length leaves plenty of leg to be seen.
Crossing from the bathroom back into the bed room, my mouth falls open. The lights have been turned down low, and rose petals have been strewn around the hard wood floor. More candles are lit all over and there is slow music playing in the background. But most of all, the sight that takes my breath away is Callie sitting at the edge of our bed, glass of red wine in her hand. Her beautiful legs are crossed under the black robe with one shoulder pulled down. I literally forget how to breathe. She takes a slow sip of her wine, giving me a couple more seconds to take in the sight of her. …she's not real…she's been a dream all this time. ..She's a goddess. Aphrodite herself should be jealous of this beauty.
She stands and slowly walks over to me. I can't talk because …there are no words. She takes my hand in hers and leads me to the side of our bed. Pulling the knot on my robe free, she whispers in her sexiest voice "Face down please…." I visibly swallow, my head is spinning, my center is aching, but I comply. …whatever you want. I'll do anything. Her hands move up to my shoulders pushes the fabric off, the robe sliding to the floor in a pile. I move my naked body to the bed and lie on my stomach, arms crossed in front of me and my head turned to the side.
She sees me watching her every movement and says, with the same voice, "Eyes closed cowgirl…." Again, I comply. A couple seconds later, the bed shifts beneath me, then I feel her legs move over me. She straddles me just below my ass. I can feel her robe against my skin and I'm pretty sure that is all she is wearing. By now, my core is throbbing from want but I let her continue on with her game. Her hands make contact with my sore shoulders and begin to massage. At first I tense from the unexpected contact and the pressure applied to my tired body but I soon relax under her doings.
She lets out a throaty chuckle and says "That's right…relax baby…" Her hands glide over me with the help of massaging oils. The sounds that come out of my mouth are anything but human. Those hands that save lives and fix bones work magic on my knots and tension. She takes her time, working every muscle, every knot. Going from my shoulders, to my back, working her way down to my hips and butt. She spends a little more time than necessary there before moving on to my thighs and calves. When she reaches my feet, it takes everything I have to remain silent. Though she isn't trying to tickle me, anything that touches my feet makes me bust out laughing but I don't want to ruin the mood. All too soon, she is finished at least I think she is finished. Her hands land on either side of my shoulders and she leans down to my ear.
"Turn over." It's not a request, nor is it a demand. But I comply anyways. I open my eyes and am met by a vision. She's straddled over me, her hair flowing down around her shoulders, her robe falling open just above her nipples. Her naked thighs and center rubbing against mine from under the fabric.
"Breathe…" she reminds me, making me let out a breath that I didn't realize I was holding. She continues her massage, starting at my shoulders, then working out my arms and moving all the way down to my sore hands and fingers. She places a gentle kiss on the tip of each of my digits then she moves back northwards. She plays across my breasts, more teasing than anything then moves lower. When she reaches my curls, all she does is skim over the area I want her touch the most and moves on to my legs which illicit a moan of frustration from the back of my throat. Working my thighs and all the way down to my toes again, her hands snake back up.
Shifting her body back, lying on her stomach, she nudges my legs apart. Right now I am almost ready to burst from arousal. Her fingers massage the inside of my thighs, inching higher and higher. Finally reaching my center, her fingers gently part my lips. Another throaty chuckle from the fiery Latina makes me buck, hoping to find something to rub against, but she is out of reach. One hand lays on top of my stomach and pushes me down on to the mattress, the other cups under my leg and draws me closer to her mouth.
The wait seems like an eternity, but when I feel it…when I feel her tongue make contact, my whole brain lights on fire. My hands shoot out and find purchase on our sheets. I cling to them, like I'm trying to anchor myself to this world for fear of floating away. Her tongue makes slow passes across my clit. My hips respond at every stroke.
"Fuck…" I gasp. Another throaty laugh. Another swipe of the tongue. "Fuckkk…." I cry out louder. Her mouth latches onto my nub and she sucks on it which makes me see stars. My hands move from the sheets to her hair. She finds a rhythm and soon I am lost…to everything. To breathing, to the feeling anything besides her tongue on me…
"Don't stop…." I say as the warm burning within me starts to rise, my orgasm building in strength with each lick and suck of her masterful tongue. "Jesus….don't stop. ….Calliope…fuck yes….." I moan. I'm not exactly sure what I'm saying but I know she understands. Her grip around my leg strengthens as she feels me tense up, her tongue increases in speed and pressure. "Yes…." Its getting closer. "Baby…." So close. "Cal…" And it spills over. Every muscle in my body contracts, going from complete jello under Callie's massaging hands, to on fire under Callie's tongue. She keeps me on the mattress by force with her one hand on my stomach. Her other hand is holding my hips to her mouth so she can keep licking as I spasm. Ten seconds…twenty seconds…thirty seconds and I'm still going. My eyes are shut tight, I see stars, the world is spinning around me. Finally…I collapse. My chest heaving, my muscles feel like marshmallow. I don't even have enough energy to open my eyes.
Callie moves up to lay next to me, her head propped up on her hand, the other playing across my still trembling stomach. Her fingers tracing the outline of the scar from the bullet I took at point blank, the same thing I do with her scar. No words are said. Because no words are needed or because neither of us can form words right now…I don't know. But it's perfect. She slips off her robe and pulls a sheet over us. We fall asleep, our naked bodies intertwined, mine still recovering from the spell she put me under. It doesn't take long for both of us to fall asleep, each dreaming of the other.
…she's real, and she's all mine.
AN2: Hmmm…. Seems like things are going good. …For now. Let me hear it!
