Author's Note: I hope you guys like this! It's kind of just a "background" chapter, so you all know where I'm going with this/what I was thinking. I hope you all like it! This story is obviously super AU, and kinda a role-reversal if you will. Anyway, you'll see where I'm going hopefully now. There will be more background information as it progresses; I've got a whole crazy idea in my head. Oh, and just an FYI, the word "girlfriend" was a typo. It was just a slip by accident! They're clearly not girlfriends!
12 Years Ago
"Harder!" Arizona growled, her fingers digging into the wall in front of her. With one hand wrapped around the base of Arizona's neck, Callie had shoved the smaller woman up against the wall, trapping her there with force from both her wrist and body. Barely seconds had past between that forceful move and the position the blonde now found herself in: her cheek against the cold brick wall of a stuffy freshman dorm, jeans threatening to fall from their place around her knees, body completely at the mercy of the tan-skinned goddess behind her. The hand that wasn't holding Arizona captive had taken its place between parted, pale thighs. Two fingers pumped aggressively in and out of her slick core, allowing the blonde to climb further and further towards her release.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Arizona whimpered as Callie's tongue darted out to caress her ear. "I'm – I'm gonna," her voice got caught in her throat as Callie bit down roughly on the shell of her ear, sliding her thumb swiftly across her clit as she pumped impossibly harder into her dripping, quivering core. "Mm, don't stop!" Arizona all but yelled as she threw her head back. The cries of pure, unadulterated pleasure spewing from her mouth only proved to fuel the Latina further. With the strength of her hips backing up each thrust, Callie gripped the girl's neck tighter, driving her fingers deeper into the blonde. Biting down on her bottom lip, Arizona bucked her hips roughly backwards, meeting Callie's rhythm thrust for thrust as her body exploded. Knees immediately went weak as wave after wave of pleasure overtook her small frame. Moans filled the –thankfully- empty room as the blonde nearly lost her footing, panting as she grabbed at the wall for support. Callie immediately moved to catch her, holding her against her body.
"That was hot," Callie commented, placing a kiss on Arizona's sweaty neck. She allowed the blonde to regain her footing and stepped away to gain her own composure. Arizona shot her a dimpled grin, licking her lips in response. The sight made Callie shudder. Knowing she'd just rocked the innocent girls world did things to her body she just couldn't explain.
Pulling her skinny jeans up from around her knees, Arizona began recomposing herself, attempting to look presentable again. "Did you really just fuck me in here?" Arizona asked as she stepped closer towards Callie. Looking around, she took note that they'd never made it all the way upstairs to her third floor dorm room and instead had taken to an empty area of the floors community kitchen. Shaking her head, Callie smiled at the thought of what they'd just done.
"You didn't seem to be complaining," Callie replied with a sly grin, closing the distance between herself and Arizona. A blush crept up the blonde's neck as she struggled to hide her head in Callie's shoulder. The taller woman laughed and wrapped an arm around the petite girl.
"Are you going to tell me your name now?" Arizona asked, moving to look the dark haired girl in the face.
They'd met nearly two weeks ago when the Latina had been "forced" to sit beside her on the campus bus one morning. Even though there were plenty of other seats, Callie, being the outgoing, slightly forward person she was, had immediately struck up a conversation with the girl on their 20-minute ride to the other side of campus. The raven-haired girl had spent the time flirting relentlessly with the blonde, claiming fate had been on her side this morning by forcing her to sit beside such a beautiful girl. Despite having never been flirted with by a girl, Arizona found herself hanging on every word that slipped from the beautiful girls lips. Keeping up her nonchalant attitude, however, Arizona did not allow the sweet talking woman see that she'd had any affect on her whatsoever. Arizona had almost succeeded, until Callie had taken her hand and written her phone number on the back of it, leaving a stunned Arizona in her wake as she gathered her things and climbed off the bus. For the next hour and a half of her life, Arizona had sat fidgeting in her seat in a large lecture hall. Despite the enthralling presentation being given in her Gross Anatomy class, Arizona's mind had drifted back to the girl from the bus. Once the professor at the front of the room signaled that class was over, Arizona grabbed her things and immediately started punching the phone number on the back of her hand into her cellphone. From there, they'd taken to innocent flirting, all the way to inappropriately teasing text messages. It wasn't until their messages had become dangerously close to 'sexting' had they decided to meet up again and let Arizona "test the waters."
"Are you going to tell me yours?" Callie asked, smiling as she grabbed the blondes things, as well as her own and started towards the door of the kitchenette. Holding it open for the blue-eyed girl, she led them out and down the hallway to her bedroom. Arizona followed closely behind, eyes glued on the delicious ass swaying in front of her. Pausing outside the door, Callie turned to face the woman again. Arizona halted in front of her. Taking this as Callie waiting for a response, Arizona laughed.
"Oh, I can't come in if I don't tell you my name?" Arizona countered with a raised eyebrow. "Your hand was just…" she started to explain before embarrassment took over and a blush crept up her cheeks again.
"My hand was just what?" Callie asked knowingly. Arizona shifted her weight on her feet, as her face grew even redder. "Oh, you're referring to the fact that I just gave you an earth shattering orgasm, yet neither of us know one another's name," Callie declared once Arizona had looked up at her impishly. The blonde reached a slender hand upwards and smacked Callie playfully on the arm.
"I'm Callie, Callie Torres," the dark-haired girl explained finally. Arizona nearly shuddered at the way the words slipped off of the brunette's tongue. Of course the hot Latina couldn't have a generic name like Stephanie or Michelle, no, she had to have a sexy name to match. Arizona smiled at the new information.
"My name is Arizona," the blonde started with a smile, "Arizona Robbins."
Smiling in return, Callie opened the door to her dorm and allowed Arizona to enter before her. Callie had mentally prepared herself earlier for her meeting with the blonde. During their weeklong text-based relationship, Callie had learned that Arizona was a 22-year-old med student from California. She'd attended UCLA for her undergrad and was looking for a change of scenery. The brilliant blonde had gotten accepted to a gaggle of incredible schools, ranging from Harvard to Yale. Needing something new, Arizona had chosen Columbia University in New York on a whim, and so far hadn't regretted her decision. She'd learned that Arizona was from a military family, had a younger brother, and that she practically shit rainbows and butterflies. Callie had taken to calling her 'Sunshine', and up until now hadn't known her by anything else. But, most importantly, she'd learned that her new blonde friend was insistent upon being straight. Not only was Callie the first girl to ever flirt with her, she was the first girl the blonde had ever wanted to flirt back with.
The two spent the remainder of the afternoon locked in Callie's dorm room. Long bouts of intense moaning, mixed with periods of laughter and talking could be heard throughout the small space. Arizona had learned, finally, that Callie was indeed a freshman, but not in graduate school like she. The dark-haired girl was barely 18-years-old and had just begun her first year of her undergraduate career. Callie was a privileged girl from an uppity town in Fort Lauderdale, Florida and had seen nearly the entire world by the time she was fifteen. Despite this, Callie definitely didn't fit the perfect little rich girl mold. The Latina was sexy, downright smoldering. She flirted effortlessly and seemed extremely comfortable with herself as an openly lesbian woman. Callie oozed confidence, something that drew Arizona to her immediately.
Their friendship continued from there, they'd meet up, have incredibly hot sex, and then go their separate ways. The majority of their talking was done via text message and they'd established an unspoken agreement to never discuss the truth behind their "relationship" to anyone. For the better part of a year, Arizona had been denying her attraction to the woman, writing it off as her body's reaction to really great sex. After all, none of the other women on campus peaked her interest the way Callie did. She'd convinced herself that her body had developed an addiction to the way Callie touched her, after all, no man had ever made her scream like that. Correction, no man had ever made her scream, period. It wasn't until Arizona began dating a fellow med-student that their relationship ended. She simply didn't trust herself around the woman. Eventually their flirtatious texting ended as well, and Callie Torres (and her secret bi-curious affair) was a thing of the past. All women were allowed to dabble with the dark side in college, weren't they?
Up until last year Callie and Arizona hadn't seen or spoken to one another in nearly a decade. Things in Callie's life had been getting along well. She'd finished up her undergraduate degree at Columbia in two and a half years instead of the average four and was immediately shipped out to Botswana, Africa for her stint in the Peace Corps. After returning from her tour, the Latina had applied and gotten accepted to Harvard Medical School. Once she'd finished out her degree, Callie landed a spot in Seattle Grace's coveted residency program.
Arizona had completed medical school at Columbia and moved to Maryland for her residency program. She'd managed to get accepted into Johns Hopkins University, where she later landed a fellowship as well. Working under world-renowned pediatric surgeon Dr. Trevor Martin had certainly given her the upper hand in her field. When her husband was offered the Chief of Surgery position at Seattle Grace Mercy West, she was all to eager to submit her application for an open spot as an attending pediatric surgeon at the very same hospital. By the time the couple had packed up to move, Arizona was heading out to take over as Head of Pediatrics.
Present Day
"So that surgery with Bailey went well today, didn't it?"
Callie was pulled from her thoughts by the sound of her best friends voice. The two of them had joined the handful of other surgical residents at their favorite bar across the street from the hospital to celebrate their successful surgeries. The residents had been stolen from their rotation today to join Dr. Bailey in the hospitals second successful back-to-back transplant surgery in a month.
"Whatcha thinkin' about Cal?" she heard her best friend ask, clearly having noticed her dazed expression. Callie turned to face her, picking up her drink and downing it in its entirety. Despite wanting desperately to explain everything, she smirked and motioned towards Joe that she needed another drink.
"Women," Callie declared simply. Picking her cell phone up off the bar, she slid her finger across the screen, opening up the device. Tapping open her messages app, she growled, noticing for the fifth time in the last twenty minutes that a certain someone hadn't texted her back.
"Stop checking your phone and hang out with me!" The redhead whined, grabbing the phone from the woman's hand and tucking it into her shirt, sticking out her tongue at the distressed brunette. "What's so important anyway?"
"Nothing," Callie quickly covered, shrugging off the absence of her phone. She just simply couldn't tell Addison that the oh-so-sexy woman she'd been having an affair with for the last five months had sent her an extremely dirty picture as a reward for a news-worthy surgery, then disappeared. After all, how do you tell anyone about the married woman you're secretly fucking? "I was just checking the time, I've got somewhere to be at 11:30," Callie told her, throwing back the beverage Joe had finally placed in front of her.
"Where could your drunk ass possibly have to go at 11:30 at night on a Thursday?" Addison asked, finally relenting and passing the Latina back her phone. Callie had been acting funny lately. It'd been more than once in the last two months that the raven-haired beauty had disappeared without notice, never giving more than a vague explanation.
Callie paused for a moment, struggling to think of an excuse. Addison glared at her, an eyebrow raised in amusement at her best friends attempt to lie. Deciding against a battle with the green-eyed woman beside her, she smiled and answered, "You know exactly where I'm going this late on a Thursday."
"Stop holding out on me!" Addison whined, swatting the woman's arm, "How am I supposed to live vicariously through you if you don't share any details?"
"There's nothing to tell Addison, it's honestly just sex. Earth shattering, dirty sex, with likely one of the sexiest women I've ever met," Callie gushed for a moment, finishing off her fourth straight glass of tequila.
"No strings attached sex is the best sex," Addison confirmed, seemingly satisfied with Callie's response. Both sets of eyes fell to Callie's phone as it lit up on the bar. Flashing briefly across her iPhone was a small alert, signaling she'd gotten a text message. Snatching the phone before Addison could read the name, she smiled. Sliding her finger across the screen she opened the text message from "Sunshine."
Can you meet me now?
Before she even started texting a reply, Callie was up from her stool and grabbing her leather jacket. "I gotta go Addie, booty calls," she said with a grin, slipping her coat over her upper body.
Addison laughed at her pun and shooed her away with her hand. "Go, go, be gone with you. Don't do anything I wouldn't do," she proclaimed dramatically.
"Doesn't leave much," Callie said with a wink, patting her friend on the shoulder. Dropping a couple of bills on the counter she waved her goodbyes and turned towards the door to leave.
"What's gotten into you?" Callie asked the blonde as they shuffled around Callie's bedroom, getting dressed. Arizona had just, for lack of a better word, fucked her senseless. Red marks were turning purple on her deep caramel skin, teeth marks were finally starting to fade, and her body was already feeling a little sore from their quickie.
Arizona slipped her shirt back over her head, finally standing before Callie fully dressed. "We had sex last week," Arizona declared simply after glaring at the Latina for a long moment.
"And?" Callie asked, confused as to how this was a problem. They'd been having steady sex for nearly half a year, this wasn't news. "Arizona, you and I have been having sex an average of three times a week for the last five months. How could that possibly-?"
"No, not you and I," Arizona stated, cutting Callie off before she could finish her sentence. She shifted on her feet, dropping down onto the bed behind her. "He took me out to dinner, and then we had sex," she added, trying not to go too far into detail.
Callie sat down beside the blonde and put an arm around her shoulders, "Okay… do you want to talk about it?" Things hadn't been good in Arizona's marriage, clearly. But it was so much more than just an unhappy marriage.
"He hadn't tried in almost a month," she started to explain, something Callie had already known. "He was dying for it, and I couldn't even get wet." She shook her head, turning to face Callie, moving closer to her in the process. "This isn't fair, that man loves me with everything he has, and I just can't."
Callie ran a hand down Arizona's back, pulling her against her chest, her heart breaking for the tearing blue-eyed beauty. Despite not agreeing with the things the woman had done since they'd parted ways, but she was in no place to judge. "Well, what are you going to do about it?"
"What can I do?" Arizona asked as the tears that had been threatening to fall finally slipped from the corners of her eyes, "I'll lose everything. I can't lose everything Callie. They'll hate me. Not everyone's got a family like yours."
"I think you need to start with accepting yourself before you can ever hope to have anyone else accept you," Callie told her gently. Sure, Arizona had accepted the fact that women were beautiful and that she enjoyed an occasional romp in the sack. But, she just could not accept that she was romantically interested in them as well. After her father had walked in on her kissing a friend in the lobby of her apartment building during a surprise visit, the desire to be with a woman had been all but forced out of her. Two years later she had married the man she now calls her husband, more to appease her father and do what she was "supposed to" rather than what she knew she truly wanted.
"I'm gay," Arizona mumbled into the dark hair she'd buried her face into on Callie's shoulder, "I'm 34-years-old and that's the first time I've ever said those words out loud."
Callie chuckled, patting Arizona on the back, "Congratulations Sunshine, it's about time, I could have told you that 12 years ago."
Arizona leaned up from the Latina's arms and swatted her across the chest playfully. A smile crept across her lips as she leaned down to kiss Callie softly on the lips. "Gay at first kiss," she mumbled as she pulled away from her. "I have to tell him," she added after another long stare, "I'm going to break his and my parents' hearts all at once. Am I even ready for that?"
Callie shrugged, knowing full well what this revelation truly meant for Arizona. "Is anyone ever ready for something like that?"
Note: I hope you guys liked it! Let me know! Suggestions are always welcome too!