Title: Skinny Love

Author: MysteriousSwaggerOfScrubs

Pairing: Callie/Arizona

Rating: M

Summary: A haunting tale of wealth and power, love and loss. Are one night stands ever meant to last for longer than just one night?

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One


Arizona Robbins stepped through the large mahogany double doors leading to the hotel's restaurant and, briefly pausing in the door frame, she allowed her tired blue eyes to sweep over the nearly empty room. Off to the left she noted a spacious and sophisticated bar, a thoughtful selection of notable wines and unique beers lining the wall behind a male bartender who stood drying an empty Collins Glass with a starched white towel.

With a heavy sigh, the exhausted blonde haired woman closed the distance between the large room's entrance and the alcohol she so desperately needed and, hoisting herself up to sit on a high stool, she rested her elbows against the smooth wooden bar top. Leaning forward, she narrowed her eyes as she studied the multiple bottles of wine in front of her before glancing toward the bartender to place her order.

"I'll have a glass of the Marcassin Chardonnay, please," she politely stated, smiling as she sat back on her stool.

The bartender merely nodded before opening a brand new bottle and pouring the rich yellow liquid with a copper glow into a singular wide mouth glass. Setting the beverage in front of his customer, he then turned his attention back to drying the stemware.

With a soft 'thank you' and a nod of her head, she took a healthy drink, allowing the anise, smoky oak, apricot, and honeysuckle flavors of her favorite white wine to linger against her palate before swallowing and setting her glass to the side.

Casually turning her back to the bar, Arizona once again took in her surroundings. There were very few people in the restaurant at ten o'clock that night; two men sat together at the bar, conversing over their frosted mugs of beer as a young couple occupied a table in an isolated corner. Sharing what looked to be a Mediterranean appetizer of Tabbouleh and various cheeses, the female member of the duo's eyes sparkled with love as the man seated across from her carefully placed a bite of the bulgar salad into her mouth.

Shaking her head as she watched the pair interact, a wry grin pulled at Arizona's lips at the presence of such pure love quite simply pouring from the young lovers, her eyes soon flicking to another couple who entered the restaurant, their fingers intertwined as they held hands, their hold on each other only separating long enough for them to take a seat to the right of her, several stools down the long bar.

Turning her attention back to her beverage, the beautiful blonde let out a breathy sigh as she took another drink of her wine. Apparently tonight was the night for lovers in this hotel's restaurant, and she couldn't quite quell the feelings of irrational contempt she felt toward all of them, like she was somehow intruding on their happiness with her cynical thoughts and companionless state.

With a brief roll of her eyes, she took another sip of wine, her mind immediately going over the current state of her own life but, before she could allow her brain to obsessively run away with itself, the gentle melodic sound of a piano caught her ears. It had been a long time since she'd heard live piano music being played and, as she listened, she could innately feel the sadness of this given tune slowly seep into her body and spread throughout her veins.

The magic of the music quickly drew her curiosity, her eyes immediately shifting to the center of the room where she had seen a grand piano sitting in solitude, anxiously waiting for someone to come along and tickle its ivories. With its keys now being caressed, the majestic instrument reverberated with sound as and enchanting and somewhat mesmerizing tune rang through the restaurant, but in that moment, Arizona found herself more enchanted by the woman seated at the stool, bright blue eyes completely unable to move away from the long caramel fingers that were currently setting the elegant piano to life.

Come on skinny love, just last the year
Pour a little salt, you were never here
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
Staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer

Arizona felt a shiver run down her spine as the woman's smoky voice joined in to harmonize with the melancholy rhythm of the piano, and she suddenly found herself completely mesmerized as she watched the keys of white and obsidian move up and down at the mercy of the talented fingers that were currently dancing against them.

I told my love to wreck it all
Cut out all the ropes and let me fall
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my,
Right at the moment this order's tall

And I told you to be patient
And I told you to be fine
And I told you to be balanced
And I told you to be kind
And in the morning, I'll be with you
But it will be a different kind
'Cause I'll be holding all the tickets
And you'll be owning all the fines

The mysterious brunette leaned into the piano as she continued to play as if she were making love to it, as if her movements would make the haunting music more beautiful than it already was, and as she moved, the silky material of the sharply tailored blouse she was wearing exquisitely played over the lines of the long muscles that stretched the length of her perfect spine. The woman's dark hair was pulled up into a classy twist, though her Manolo Blahnik heels had been removed to allow her right foot to expertly press into the piano's damper pedal, while a suit jacket matching her charcoal gray pencil skirt lay meticulously draped over the piano's wooden frame.

Come on skinny love, what happened here?
Suckle on the hope in light brassiere,
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
Sullen load is full, so slow on the split

And I told you to be patient
And I told you to be fine
And I told you to be balanced
And I told you to be kind
And now all your love is wasted
Then who the hell was I?
'Cause now I'm breaking at the bridges
And at the end of all your lines

Who will love you?
Who will fight?
Who will fall, far behind?

Arizona felt drawn to this woman as she continued her dejected and sorrowful serenade, and it took everything she had inside her not to cross the room and take the woman into her arms. She had no idea where this gorgeous stranger's emotional outpouring was coming from, but it was obvious that this woman was singing from her heart and, in that moment, all Arizona wanted was to be the person to comfort her, the person to take away all of her worries and all of her fears. She desperately wanted to be the most important person in this woman's life.

Come on skinny love
My, my, my, my, my, my,my, my, my, my
My, my
My, my, my, my,
My, my, my, my

As the piano faded out, Arizona was finally able to force her eyes away from the performance, her eyes making a quick sweep of the room. She wasn't surprised by the emotions she found playing across the faces of all the other patrons in the restaurant; each and every person present in that room now regarded the beautifully gifted musician with complete respect and undeniable curiosity for the outpouring of such somber sentimentality she had just put on display. This woman had just lay her soul bare for all of them and, if Arizona wasn't mistaken, she swore she could see the glistening of tears in the eyes of the young woman who sat in the corner of the restaurant sharing a late night meal with her sweetheart.

Wanting to get a better look at the woman who had just poured her heart and soul into her song, Arizona quickly allowed her eyes to move back toward the brunette who gracefully arose from her euphonious perch, quickly grabbing her suit jacket and threading her arms through the sleeves before making her way to the bar.

My God, who was this gorgeous stranger? And who had broken her heart so very badly? But more importantly, Arizona thought to herself, why exactly did she care so much? Why did she feel so worried about this woman's well-being?

"Late night, huh," the bartender matter-of-factly spoke when the woman climbed up onto the bar stool two seats down from where Arizona sat eavesdropping.

"You know me, Alex," the brunette immediately answered, plump lips soon curling into a megawatt smile that revealed a gorgeous set of brilliant white teeth when the man placed a glass of red wine in front of her. "Thank you."

"Any remedial jack asses in today?" Alex asked, replacing the cork in the bottle of Merlot he had just opened.

A slight chuckle fell from Arizona's lips at the brashly phrased question, her blue eyes immediately moving between the bartender and the brunette when she realized she had been detected. "Sorry. I'm sorry," she apologized with a wave of her hand, her eyes hopelessly locking with the magical brown ones that were now boring into her soul.

The taller woman only smiled, completely unable to divert her gaze from the cerulean pools that were now staring back at her. "I, um. . .just one guy today, Alex," she answered before taking a sip of her wife. "He thought he was hot shit, but really, he didn't know his ass from his elbow. I spent almost two hours arguing with him over color."

Though the response was directed toward the man behind the bar, the woman spoke only to the woman seated two seats down from her. She found herself completely hypnotized by the blonde stranger; her long hair lay in gentle waves down her back, the royal blue blouse she wore, meticulously tucked in to a pair of perfectly pressed black dress pants. Allowing her eyes to drop further down the blonde's amazing body, the brunette couldn't help but to pull her bottom lip between her teeth as she admired sexy deep red toenails peeking out from the front of a pair of Jimmy Choo peep toe pumps.

Realizing the nature of her lecherous stare, the brunette finally allowed her eyes to move back up, an aroused tingle coursing down her back and landing directly at her center when she caught now darkening blue eyes staring right back at her.

Without a word, Arizona slowly stood from her seat and, completely unable to stop them, her feet instinctually moved her to stand in front of the sultry brunette. Now standing before her, the blonde allowed herself a moment to take in the sight of a voluptuous cleavage peeking out from the red smocked ruffle Victorian blouse top the other woman wore and, not pausing for another second, she then leaned forward, making sure her lips gently brushed against smooth flesh as she whispered into a caramel colored ear.

Pulling back, she briefly allowed herself another moment to drown in deep chocolate pools before grabbing her wine and making her way out the large double doors she had entered less than an hour before.


Arizona couldn't believe she had so brazenly invited the brunette stranger back to her room; she'd never done anything like that in the entire thirty-three years of her life, but now, with her eyes half closed in orgasmic delight and her hands greedily clutching at the expensive sheets that covered the hotel bed beneath her naked, writhing form, she had not a solitary regret in the world. She had never felt more ready, and that was all due to the gorgeous creature currently working wonders between her thighs.

She could count the hours she'd known this woman on one hand, actually on only two fingers if she chose to be honest, and an ironic smile soon tugged at her lips when said two fingers expertly slid inside her, gloriously filling her core.

"Do you like that?" the brunette provocatively husked, looking up from between ivory legs. "Do you like the way I feel inside you?"

Arizona could do nothing but gasp and writhe in blissful agony, causing the other woman to smile as she curved her fingers, brushing a spongy g-spot and making the blonde's back painfully arch off the bed.

Arizona honestly had been surprised when the other woman gently knocked on her door, despite the fact that she had seductively whispered her room number into her ear only minutes before. With the remainder of the bottle of the Marcassin Chardonnay held in her caramel hand, the gorgeous woman had anxiously waited to be let into the blonde's room before immediately setting the wine to the side. She was then on her an instant later, taking Arizona by complete surprise, but more shocking than their entire needy tryst, Arizona couldn't believe the other woman hadn't completely shied away from her when she'd discovered the presence of her prosthetic limb.

Arizona had expected their glorious liaison to then come to a grinding halt, but the brunette had surprised her, simply meeting her eyes without judgment or repulsion, silently asking if she should remove the appendage or leave it alone. And when she simply shook her head, the taller woman had only smiled at her before diving back in to suckle at the rock hard peaks of two beautifully rounded breasts as she continued to force her pants and panties down her legs.

But, that had been a half hour ago, and since then, the caramel skinned goddess had moved beyond her breasts, now working two deft piano playing fingers in and out of her entrance before slowly adding another, never once faltering in her pace, cadence, or strength.

"Oh My God!" Arizona cried out at the sensation of being filled so thoroughly. "Don't stop!"

The other woman smirked, disobeying the blonde's pleas as she slid her fingers out entirely, only to replace them with her exceptionally long tongue. She worked in and out of Arizona's dripping center before turning and selfishly repositioning herself so that her own center was mere inches from Arizona's perfect pink lips. She then playfully wiggled her ass and stopped the movements of her own tongue so she could glance back at the blonde, her knees going weak when Arizona's tongue darted out from between her lips to teasingly slide between the folds of her slit before once again backing out.

Arizona smiled at the groan her actions precipitated before adamantly tugging on curvaceous hips and pulling the other woman down onto her face. Ravenously wrapping her lips around the bud of a needy clitoris, she then worked her tongue around it, gently pushing back its hood to hungrily suck on it as she slid two fingers into a slick opening without remorse.

"You're so wet," Arizona then mumbled through her mouthful of tasty clit. "And you taste so sweet."

The other woman moaned and arched her back at the blonde's words, and finally going back to work on her dripping core, she hungrily sucked and lapped up every drop of her intoxicating essence.

All too soon, though, the brunette found herself hurtling toward the edge and, grabbing Arizona's ass as she began to come, she screamed louder than she ever had with any of her previous sexual partners as the blonde lapped up every bit of her climactic offering.

Instantly smug at the reaction she had just invoked from the now panting goddess, Arizona quickly sat up and, pulling the other woman along with her, she climbed on top before forcefully pressing their centers together as she straddled two long caramel legs. "You're so fucking hot," she loudly moaned and, unable to wait any longer, she began to grind herself against the apex of the other woman's now spread legs.

As the beautiful stranger began gyrating her own hips, Arizona leaned in closer, sliding her tongue into the other woman's mouth, raucously groaning at the flavor of her own juices on her tongue. "Do you like it like this?" Arizona breathlessly asked, her orgasm building higher and higher as she desperately tried to keep herself from coming undone. "This is my favorite way to come."

The other woman found herself momentarily stunned by the intimacy of the blonde's confession, but she simply nodded, grinding her center harder into Arizona's and pulling her in for another kiss. "Fuck me, Arizona! Fuck me! So, so hard!" she shouted once she had freed herself from the other woman's lips.

Never faltering in the movements of her lower body, Arizona's eyes snapped open as she suspiciously gazed down at the other woman. "H-how'd you know. . .my name?" she breathlessly asked.

The other woman squeezed at Arizona's hips, guiding the movements against her own aching center. "I. . .I asked the concierge," she admitted, biting her bottom lip and tipping her head back to dig into the plushness of an Eiderdown pillow.

Transfixed by the wanton abandon on the other woman's face, Arizona suddenly found herself totally uncaring of how she had found her name and, unable to hold back a second longer, she quickly increased her pace to immediately propel not only herself, but the other woman as well, over the edge.

The brunette's strangled cries and shouted expletives were like nothing Arizona had ever before witnessed, and in a blinding moment of white heat, her own orgasm reached a level higher than she had ever before experienced. Immediately toppling into a second pulsating release, she cried out in unadulterated pleasure before unceremoniously collapsing on top of the other woman, completely breathless.

"Oh, fuck," Arizona gasped, her orgasm continuing to violently clench at her center.

"That was fun," the other woman chuckled before sliding her tongue across Arizona's lower lip.

Arizona wordlessly nodded, trying unsuccessfully to keep the weight of her sweat soaked body on her elbows and off the goddess lying sprawled beneath her.

"We could do it again," the brunette offered, grabbing at two handfuls of ass as she once again thrust her hips upward.

Arizona laughed, shaking her head. "Maybe. But first, you should probably tell me your name."


The following morning, one Jimmy Choo peep toe pump followed by another made its way out of a single taxi in a sea of a million, and shutting the yellow door behind her, Arizona quickly glanced around the neighborhood of Midtown West, momentarily taking in the front of the jewelry store where her girlfriend had been hinting - no, demanding - she go to purchase an engagement ring.

With a rueful shake of her head, Arizona sighed as her mind filled with thoughts of how whiny and needy Leah really did tend to be. Of course the younger woman expected a ring from a jeweler that ranked with the likes of Harry Winston, Cartier, Piaget, and Tiffany & Company, but never in a million years would Arizona have assumed she would also require said ring to come from the flagship store of the multi-billion dollar diamond cooperation.

But, well. . .here she was, standing at the entrance to the store that had been founded in 1933, and once again glancing around her, she had to admit that there was nothing quite like the energy of New York City with its scintillating skyline, the perpetual motion, the inimitable spirit, and unsurpassable style. So, of course Leah wanted her engagement ring to come from such a place. That's just how she was.

With one final exhalation in an attempt to steel herself against the enormity of the decision - and the purchase - she was about to make, Arizona finally tugged on the heavy metal door before making her way into the store.

Immediately greeted by a man in an impeccably tailored black suit, she genuinely smiled when he took her hand to shake it. "My name is Arizona Robbins," she confidently began. "I have an consultation with your owner at eleven am," she stated, glancing down to her left wrist to regard her watch.

The man nodded his head in understanding and, when she looked up from her timepiece, she couldn't help but return his smile. "Follow me," he then stated before leading her toward a small desk near the back of the store.

Blue eyes immediately moved to the impressive display of gleaming diamond jewelry glistening in brightly lit cases lining the wall behind the desk, and Arizona suddenly found herself yearning for a bit of the bling to call her own. After all, diamonds were a girl's best friend.

"Please, have seat. We will be with you momentarily."

The man's deep voice quickly pulled her from her silent thoughts and, with a quick nod of her head, she watched the man walk away before turning to once again take in her surroundings.

The store was decorated to perfection with accents of deep purple scattered throughout to reflect the richness and eloquence of the franchise's signature color, but to Arizona's surprise, she found the place to be much less pretentious than she had originally expected. Because, despite the presence of a large crystal chandelier in the center of the ceiling and the various pieces of jewelry that magnificently sparkled in the spotlights of each individual display, she could sense a modest and unconceited air to the atmosphere around her.

With a brief sigh, she then decided to take a seat in the plush chair she had been offered moments before, and briefly digging through her oversized purse, she pulled out a folder from within. Studying a picture of the ring Leah so desperately wanted and reading through her girlfriend's list of color, clarity, and carat stipulations, Arizona suddenly paused in her inspection of her research when she felt the presence of a strangely familiar figure standing over her.

And as goose bumps lined her skin and a shiver ran down her spine, she instantly flicked her eyes upward to meet the magical chocolate ones she had euphorically - and repeatedly - drowned in the night before.

"Call me crazy, but I have the strangest suspicion you're not here to buy an engagement ring for me."


AN: Thank you SO much for reading, and I can't wait to hear/see/read what you think!