Note: Well, it's better late than never, eh? Sorry about this! My girlfriend moved in with me and we'd been in an LDR prior to that… so naturally things got busy and I was wrapped up in that. But, I'm back! Sorry if this is short, and not as good as the other chapters, but this is kinda a filler to get us where we want to be!
Callie's hands gripped Arizona's waist as their bodies fell backwards into the doorframe. Three seconds had passed and Arizona's hands had begun sliding under Callie's shirt. Her kisses had gone from a gentle caress to fierce suckling on her bottom lip. The blonde wanted her, bad; and Callie could tell she was clearly too drunk to care where they were. Barely another moment passed before the reality of what just happened came crashing down on the brunette. Two tan hands pushed Arizona backwards and off of her.
"You love me?"
Confused by the sudden loss of contact, Arizona quickly pulled Callie back, not wanting to lose the sensation of the voluptuous woman's body pressed against her.
"Arizona, stop…" Callie started, trying once more to break away from the inebriated blonde. She'd just thrown her a curve ball and clearly didn't feel the need to talk about it. Two strong arms wrapped around the blonde from behind, successfully pulling the drunken woman away from Callie. Taken aback by the forceful removal, Arizona began flailing her body trying desperately to break free, "Put me down Mark!"
"You didn't have to do that Mark," Callie said shaking her head at her best friend. The truth was, she'd forgotten he was even standing there. "She's just drunk, you can let her go."
Mark placed the blonde back on her own two feet, and within milliseconds she stumbled against the wall, barely able to hold herself up. The blonde steadied herself and turned to face the tall, scruffy man. She forcefully pressed her pointer finger into his chest, "you listen here Mark…" She paused to take in a deep breath hoping it would help to steady the words she was about to say, "I love her… So… Just…" She froze, not knowing what to even say to him. She hadn't even said enough to Callie yet… "I love her, and the longer you stand here… I don't know… trying to stop me or whatever you're doing… the more time you're stealing from me trying to make up for the last 11 years. So please… just…"
"Go away Mark," both women finished together as two arms wrapped around the waist of the shorter woman, pulling her backwards.
Callie turned Arizona around in her arms locking their eyes, "you love me?" Desperate brown eyes searched the baby blues in front of her for any signs of uncertainty. Finding none, she leaned in for another kiss, tears filling her now closed eyes. Arizona nodded through the kiss, a smile playing on her lips, "I'm so so so in love with you Calliope Torres. I always have been."
Without hesitation Callie pulled the blonde into her apartment and slammed the large blue door, Mark left forgotten in the hallway. She'd figure that part of the problem out later. But now, all that mattered was the beautiful woman in her arms. For as long as Callie could remember, those three words were something she longed to hear fall from those beautiful lips. And now, here she was, 11 years later drunkenly yelling them at her in front of her best friend, another doctor at their hospital. 18-year-old Callie would've been elated to hear those words again, and she'd be lying to herself if she said she wasn't happy now too. The only difference was, grown up Callie was a skeptic.
"Callie?" Arizona's voice broke Callie from her thoughts. "Are you okay?"
Callie nodded, finally realizing the situation she found herself in. Arizona had stripped herself of her clothing, leaving her standing in the living room in nothing but a black bra and matching lace undies. The brunette licked her lips at the sight. She couldn't help but ogle the woman's toned body. There was no doubt about how sexy she was, from her toned runner's legs, to her sculpted, yet womanly torso, all the way to the gently curled golden locks falling just at her perfect breasts. Their eyes locked once more and Callie froze again. Was this really happening? Was Arizona serious this time? She definitely could not handle another Robbins' imposed heartbreak, especially not at this point in her career.
"I need to know you're serious. I need to know you mean it," Callie said, her voice cracking slightly as she spoke. She shook her head quickly as she spoke, "I can't handle this again Arizona. I won't go through this again." The tone of her voice turned serious. "You're drunk, and clearly horny, and so goddamn beautiful," Callie continued, emotion now taking over. "You know how to get to me, you've been playing me like a book since you got here… just waltzing in and picking up where we left off. But I'm not a little kid anymore." Her eyes dropped again, scanning the exposed flesh of her lover. "I can do this. I can fuck you senseless bent over your desk at work…" Callie stepped closer, "I can whisper dirty things in your ear," she ran her hands slowly down Arizona's arms, stopping to grip her hands and pull them over her head, pushing them up against a wall, "I can slide my fingers in and out of you so hard you collapse around me…" she started placing kisses on her lovers neck, "I can be your dirty little secret, I can take away the emotion," she bit down hard. "But I cannot hear you say those words if they're not true." Callie pulled back and looked Arizona in the eyes again; "Don't tell me you love me if you're going to leave again. I can't handle it. So please, if you're just drunk and you want to take it back, that's okay… I'm…"
"No," Arizona interrupted. "I love you. I loved you then. I love you now. I will always love you. Please Callie, I know I've said this before, but I'm not a little kid anymore either. I wasn't going to come here today…. not yet. I didn't want to do this drunk. I just couldn't stay away. You're all I can think about… you're all I want. I left Christian and I went down to Joe's to celebrate… and now, here I am… I'm not leaving you again. I promise. I'm here and I love you. I'm not going anywhere, I'll never make that mistake again."
Lips crashed together in a hungry kiss. Callie released Arizona's hands from above their heads and quickly tangled both of them into Arizona's hair. Arizona's hands found the hem of Callie's t-shirt and started pulling it upwards. Their kiss broke momentarily for the removal of the shirt, but returned with even more fury once it'd been discarded. Small cream-colored hands found the waistband of Callie's shorts and pushed them roughly from her hips. Warm bodies pressed tightly against one another, causing both to moan at the sensation. Callie broke away from the kiss, trailing feather light pecks down the blonde's neck, "I... Love… You… Too."
Arizona pushed Callie's body away from hers slightly to regain eye contact, "you do?" Callie nodded, and their lips crashed together once more. The brunette slid a hand downwards towards Arizona's thigh, gently nudging it upwards to wrap around her waist. The blonde locked her leg tightly around the other woman's waist, slightly grinding her hips against Callie. Callie wrapped one arm around Arizona and used the other to gently caress her body, brushing her fingertips along the skin of her collarbone, between her breasts and down to her hip.
"Touch me," Arizona pleaded grinding her hips a little harder. Callie growled at the feeling but shook her head.
"Not like this," she whispered as she lifted her lover's other leg. Arizona took the hint and locked her legs around the brunette's hips. Callie wrapped her other arm around the blonde and walked them carefully to the bedroom. She gently laid Arizona on the bed and climbed on top of her. Supporting herself over the blonde, she began placing gentle kisses along her chest. "I want to make love to you Arizona," Callie told her gently as she expertly removed the blonde's bra without her even noticing. "I want to show you what love feels like.'' Plump lips wrapped loosely around a pert nipple, suckling gently on it. Her tongue slid in slow circles, swirling around the hard nub, eliciting sultry moans from Arizona. Callie flicked it a few times with her tongue before switching sides by trailing wet kisses across her chest. With each lick of Callie's tongue against her nipple, Arizona's clit twitched in response, moans slipping from her lips uncontrollably. Callie knew exactly how to touch Arizona to make her feel incredible. Callie let go of her lover's nipple and started to trail kisses down Arizona's body. Two hands gripped her shoulders, pulling her back to stop her.
"No, stay here, I want to see you," Arizona told her as their eyes locked. Callie nodded and leaned in for a kiss, her tongue barely asking for entrance before slipping past Arizona's lips. As their tongues danced, Arizona's hand slid down the brunette's torso and below the waistband of her undies. She wasted no time in sliding two fingers down the length of Callie's wetness. Both women moaned into the kiss, and that was all the permission Arizona needed to slip two fingers into Callie. The brunette moaned loudly at the unexpected intrusion, taking a moment to get used to the feel. Within seconds she was grinding her hips against the hand of the woman below her. Callie groaned into the kiss, breaking for air. Their foreheads touched, breathing heavy. Callie pushed all her weight onto her left arm and quickly pushed her hand past the band of Arizona's lace panties. She growled at how wet the blonde was and gently rubbed her clit in slow circles before plunging two fingers inside. The blonde's eyes rolled back in her head as a loud, throaty moan escaped her lips.
"Open your eyes," Callie told her, slowing her movements. "I want to watch… I want to come together," she added as Arizona locked eyes with her again. Arizona nodded, groaning at the thought. Their fingers started moving again, both women thrusting in a gentle rhythm, hips grinding in unison. Callie growled at the sight; she was watching the pleasure she was causing Arizona play out all over her face.
"More, please," Arizona begged as she thrust her fingers slightly harder into her lover before slipping them out to rub furiously at her clit. Callie moaned in response, slipping a third finger into Arizona's already pulsing core. Callie bit her lip, watching Arizona's eyes glaze over with lust.
"I love you," Callie told her gently as she thrust her fingers faster, "I love you so much." There was something so powerful about Callie saying those words looking her directly in the eyes because it was barely a second later that Arizona exploded around Callie's fingers. "Don't stop," Callie cried out just as Arizona's orgasm hit. The blonde's hips bucked wildly as she rode out her orgasm, moans covering her mumblings of love for Callie as she fought to push the woman over the edge with her. She was so close, and the sight of Arizona beginning to unravel below her was threatening to knock her over the edge. "Tell me you love me," Callie demanded. Arizona growled as Callie kept thrusting her fingers inside her not letting her orgasm subside. It was too much. "I love you," Arizona yelped as a second orgasm crashed over her body. "Yesss," Callie cried as her body hit its peak and she collapsed atop her lover.
"Damn," Arizona finally sighed after they'd regained their breath. "That was… intense."
Callie smiled and rolled over onto her back beside Arizona. She wrapped an arm around the blonde and pulled her close to lie on her chest. "That was amazing," Callie corrected, placing a few kisses on the blonde's sweaty forehead.
"I know I've been drinking," Arizona started, "but I meant everything I said. I did leave him… and I am… I am ready for this. It's not going to be easy, but I'm ready."
"Shh," Callie said as she toyed with Arizona's hair softly. "We'll talk tomorrow, for now, I just want to be… I've waited for this feeling for so long." She felt Arizona lean up and place a kiss on her chest, right where her heart lies.
After waking up to a still passed out Arizona, Callie was instantly in a good mood. This was one of the first time she'd woken up to have the blonde still lying beside her. Typically they hooked up somewhere that either didn't have a bed, or required Arizona to go home to her husband. Callie had woken up, showered and left for work with ample time for a stop at the coffee cart. She'd spent the last few months crawling into work late begging interns to get her a cup, but not today. She'd left Arizona a note telling her she was at work and that she was welcome to stay at her apartment as long as she liked.
"How's Blondie?" came a voice from behind her at the coffee cart. Callie spun on her heels and found herself face to face with Mark. She groaned and paid for her coffee. Of course she'd have to deal with him sooner, rather than later, but she didn't expect him to stalk her out first thing in the morning.
"I don't know what you mean," Callie replied, taking a sip of her coffee with a sly smile, "I know lots of blondes."
"How's Arizona?" Mark answered, if she wanted to play that game, he could give it right back to her.
Callie glanced around before slapping him on the arm. She wasn't about to let Mark spread rumors around the hospital because he couldn't keep his voice down. "Are you serious? She's fine. What happened last night didn't happen. When I'm ready to talk about it with you, I promise I will, but right now I don't even know what's going on," Callie replied honestly.
"C'mon Cal, don't lie. Just give me the gist, you know I can't resist a juicy story, and I'm sure you don't want me asking Blondie," Mark challenged.
"Mark, you're ridiculous. There's not much to tell. Arizona and I were a thing once… I guess you could call it a thing. I don't really even know. It was a long time ago, I was a freshman in my undergrad…" Callie started to explain as they walked over to the nurse's station in the ER.
"Wait, you and Robbins used to bang it out in college?" Mark asked slightly taken aback. He knew, after last night, that they clearly had a history, but he didn't know how serious, or truthful, drunk Arizona really was.
"Mark, must you be so vulgar? It started out as just a fling, but somehow it became more. We were practically dating for almost a year. I told her how I felt, what I wanted from her… and then she just slowly started to disappear. She told me how wrong everything we were doing was… Everything just switched in her mind. I never heard from her again. Until she showed up here. The girl destroyed me. I almost gave up everything because of her. Of course we've discussed most everything now, and I truly do forgive her… but… to hear her say those words… Mark, I know this is dumb and I have no reason to trust her, but what if she really means it? She said she left her husband for me," Callie explained as they arrived at their destination.
"You're not giving me nearly enough information for me to give you advice," Mark explained, "but if you love Robbins, and she's what you want, I say go for it. You realize how rough this will be though, right? Her husband is your boss…"
"I've been denying my feelings for her for the last 6 months Mark. I never stopped loving her, I just got used to not having her… but now… she's ready, she doesn't care anymore. She loves me," Callie had decided this was uncharacteristically optimistic of her hours ago, but she was too happy to care. She was getting everything she wanted, and she wouldn't let anything ruin that. She was prepared for the hard road ahead if that meant having the gorgeous blonde at her side. They both needed time to adjust, but this was actually a step in the right direction.
"Okay Cal, but don't think you're getting away without telling me the whole story, I want details," Mark explained as his two favorite residents came up behind him. They had a surgery starting soon, and he needed to go scrub in.
"Dr. Torres, Dr. Sloan," both residents stated, greeting them with smiles. Callie and Mark both nodded their replies before parting ways.
For a moment, Callie stood, back leaning slightly against the nurse's station, sipping on her coffee. She didn't have a surgery scheduled until 10, and that was still two hours away. Deciding it'd be a good idea to head upstairs to the lab and check on her research, she started off toward the elevators. Kepner had agreed to check on the sample before leaving the night prior, but Callie was a perfectionist. She'd been working on creating a strong artificial substance that could replace smaller bones entirely, or help to heal bigger ones, faster. If it worked, Callie would be standing in the midst of something revolutionary. She wasn't supposed to disrupt the sample for the next 48 hours, but that didn't mean she couldn't check on it.
"Excuse me?" Came a voice from behind the tall brunette as she strode towards the elevator. Not realizing the person was talking to her, she kept walking, only stopping when she reached the elevator doors.
"Excuse me, ma'am?" The voice spoke again, this time, causing Callie to turn around.
"Yes, can I help you?" Callie put on her brightest smile, and looked up to make eye contact. What she was met with was certainly the last thing she expected. Two deep blue eyes starring back at her, and she couldn't help but think she'd seen them before. There was something so familiar about the way they sparkled, like they were dancing to music that only they could hear. She'd seen those eyes before.
"I doubt you remember me," the man standing in front of her said gently. Callie nodded in agreement; she didn't remember him. But, she couldn't help but think that he looked awfully familiar. "But, I remember you…"
Callie started to fidget a little, conversations like this never ended well. In her mind, it could go one of two ways: she either fucked up his family members surgery, or she'd done something dumb in college. "Look, I don't mean to be rude, but I genuinely can't place you," she said softly, studying the mans face.
"Timothy Robbins," the blonde haired, blue-eyed man replied, extending his hand to her. "I'm Arizona's brother."