AN: I don't know why people are getting hostile. If you don't want to read, then don't. No one is forcing you to. I don't understand that after 5 chapters of introducing Callie and Arizona and their budding friendship, it suddenly turns into an Eliza and Arizona fic or a Callie and Mark fic just because I put them in small parts.
I know, it's taking quite a while for the girls to get together, but I want to start their relationship in a more reasonable and realistic pace. I don't know, maybe it's just me.
If you want to have them jumping each other in chapter 1, go and read other stories that actually tell it that way and whose plot actually includes that, or better yet write your own.
Anyway, on to the next chapter.
Arizona's POV
"What?," I was not able to contain my shock.
"Well, biologically she's not," Callie says wading her feet on the water.
"I need more words Callie," I say gently pushing her more. I can already see that she's struggling and hurting.
"I think from the brief time you've met Richard, you can see he's kind of always in control. When he sets his mind into something, it has to be done precisely as he envisioned it to be, and when he wants it to transpire," Callie says pausing for a bit.
"He wanted to have a baby early on in the marriage, we were in our late twenties and on the verge of the breakthroughs of our careers, and he thought that it was the perfect time to have a child. He said that it would be too difficult to try to get pregnant and handle a newborn when our careers are at their peaks. As I said earlier, we tried, and tried, both naturally and through in vitro. At some point I just felt so tired, and Richard felt he was running out of time," she continued. Callie took a couple of deep breaths, obviously trying to compose herself before continuing with her story.
"So he had this crazy idea. I can't have a baby with him, and he thought that the next best thing was to make Mark our donor," Callie finishes.
"Oh," was all I was able to say.
"How, did you… Uhmm… With Mark, and Richard… Or just Mark.. Or Richard then Mark, or injection…," I try to stutter out. My mind had a sick way of processing what Callie had just told me. I am a woman of science, and I should have known better. I know there are reasonable and totally acceptable ways, yet my twisted mind thought of Callie being with Mark and Richard at the same time, and it's making my stomach upset. Knowing that she had been with both of them is already bothering me enough, but visions of the two of them with Callie at the same time. But why am I so affected, ugh, it's frustrating.
Callie laughs a full on belly laugh. It's the first time she laughed like that tonight. Atleast my broken brain did something right.
"You really do have a pervy teenage mind huh," Callie says trying to recover from laughing.
"Richard and I had an intimate night, and we did it through turkey baster," Callie explains.
"Then Sofia was born after 9 months. Richard is the dad in all ways except biologically, but as Sofia grew up, Richard got more and more frustrated that he can't give me a child," Callie adds.
"He loves Sofia though, I mean he's always busy, but I can see that he loves her," I say, trying to show Callie that there is at least a bright side in this situation.
"I know, he loves her the best way that he could, the best way Richard Sloan could given the situation, but at times when he looks at her, she's just a constant reminder of something he can't do no matter how hard he tried," Callie says completely defeated by the situation she's in.
"It's ironic you know, how Richard and I had done things people our age can't even imagine themselves accomplishing, yet here we are, unable to do something that comes so easily to other people," Callie says turning to me.
"So what was your fight today exactly about," I ask, trying to piece everything together.
"He wants to try again, having a baby, this time he would want to try without a donor" Callie says simply.
"And?," I prod.
"I don't want to, I just can't take that much loss anymore. Being a doctor, I understand the figures, I understand how difficult it would be again, and that is something that I cannot make him understand," Callie replies.
I put my arm around her shoulders and she outs her head on mine. We just sit there staring at the ripples in the pool.
"I think I'm falling out of love with him," Callie confesses.
"Or maybe you're just stressed," I reply.
"He changed, I changed, the pain and disappointment changed us. There's so much resentment and feelings of inadequacy. I can feel him slipping away too, and wanting a baby is his hail mary to save this marriage," Callie declares.
"If you need anything, I'm just here," I say as I caress her toned arm.
"He even threatened me with divorce, can you believe that? If I don't give him a child, he says he can't see this marriage working. At 32, my marriage is already falling apart," she says as she covers her face in frustration.
"Hey" I say softly, as I pull her hands off her face.
"You know what would make you feel better?
Callie's POV
Arizona promptly stood up from the pool's ledge, and I'm immediately craving contact with her again. However, shortly after, my jaw drops as she lifts her shirt up and off of her. Then her pants followed. She's in a powder blue matching underwear, and it's as if everything that happened tonight was just knocked off of my head.
I should feel terrible for finding her attractive, but I can't help it. I barely noticed her jumping to the pool cannon ball way. I was just smacked out of my reverie by the splashing of the water on my face.
"Come on in, the water is nice and warm," she says gesturing with her hands for me to go in.
I just shake my head from side to side indicating No, but I can't just erase the grin off of my face.
Come on it will make you relax, she says as she swims her way towards me while imitating the musical score from Jaws whenever the shark appears.
I'm laughing out loud this time, and when I realized that she's close and that she's about to pull me in, I hurriedly scramble my way up, but I'm too late. Arizona took a hold of my hand and pulled me in to the water.
"Oh you're gonna be so dead," I say with a mischievous grin towards her as I swim my way to the very wet blonde trying to get away from me.
The dreadful atmosphere is suddenly broken by shrills and laughs and shouts coming from us as I try to catch the elusive blonde who is gliding through the water. In order to catch up with her, I take my shirt and sweatpants off and throw them to the edge of the pool. The plop of my clothes seem to get the attention of Arizona, and seeing my new state of somewhat undress, she raises her eyebrows at me, tilts her head to side and gives me an amused smile.
I then take the opportunity to pounce on her, and without my clothes dragging me down, I soon catch up. I put my arms around her waist and she starts flailing her arms trying to get away. My grip is strong though, and soon I'm dragging her across the pool. Arizona, being as sly as she is, suddenly sinks to the water slipping out of my grip, but before she can get away too quickly, I manage to get a hold of the strap of her bra. With a victorious smile, I tug on the strap expecting to reel in my catch, but to my surprise, when the bra surfaces, the blonde I am expecting is nowhere in sight. I look around the pool, with a powder blue bra in hand, then I see Arizona in the far end of the pool with a sly smile. She's swirling another blue garment on her left hand, then throws it on the pool ledge. I look at the bra in my hand, then on the powder blue garment on the edge of the pool. I keep on turning my head back and forth trying to wrap my head around the fact that Arizona might just be naked, nude, in front of me. Too dazed from the realization, I failed to notice the said blonde approaching me. I'm pulled out of my hazed thoughts when a soft "Hey" pulled me back to reality.
"Hey," I manage with a gulp.
"I hope you don't mind, I've always wanted to go skinny-dipping," she says almost in almost a whisper.
"Uhmmm," I struggle to breathe it.
She then takes her bra off my grip and lets's it float away.
"I never thought that it would feel like this…," she says in a soft tone.
"Feel like what?," I stutter out.
"Freedom," she states simply.
She moves in even closer to me, and I can almost see her bare body right in front of me vividly. Though the ripples in the water is obscuring my view, my mind seems to be putting the pieces together making me see the blonde in all of her glory.
Her left hand snakes around my torso and reaches behind.
"May I?," she asks tenderly.
My head nods in response.
Arizona's POV
I feel bold. Putting aside being literally bold, and bare, tonight I fee bold. Like I can do anything, be anything, want anything, have anything my heart desires. It's both a wonderful and very dangerous state of mind, but I'm throwing caution to the wind, and just letting myself feel, and I believe this is what Callie needs too.
I gingerly unclasp her bra, and let the offending black garment fall to the pool. I already feel my pulse quickening with just the thought that her chest is bare.
I search her eyes, looking for an indication that I'm making her feel uncomfortable. She gives me a small smile, and I proceed. I put my hands on her hips, and my heart just pounds louder in my chest. I hook my thumbs on the hem of her panties, and she just gives me another affirmative nod. I bend my body a little, lowering her underwear, and she raises her legs one after the other as I undress her completely.
I take a deep breath as the realization dawns on me, we're stark naked in front of each other, bare yet still concealed by the ripples of the water around us. We stare at eqch other for a while with no one daring to break eye contact.
"So how do you feel?," I ask her with a small smile.
"Scared," she replies.
"It's just me, don't be scared," I say putting a comforting hand on her arm. She somehow flinches at the contact.
"It's me, you have nothing to be ashamed of," I say reassuringly. I see the fear and insecurities in her eyes, and all I want to do is take them all away. Her head drops as if the gravity of all the things she told me are burdening her once again.
"You did your best, you've been an amazing wife and a mother, and those are enough. You and Richard have reached this point through mutual decisions and understanding, and if he is unhappy with what you two have decided before, then that is not on you anymore. Sometimes things don't turn out as we expect them to be, and bad things happen even to the best of did your best, you can't make miracles happen," I say.
She looks at me with vulnerable eyes.
"Just feel free, even just for now," I urge her.
"I can't," she replies briefly.
"Why?," I inquire.
"Because of you," she says breathily.
It's like I've been slapped, like a truck had just been dropped on me. I feel all of the air in my lungs escaping me, and I feel a literal pain in my chest.
"Whhy? Am I suffocating you? Am I being too intrusive?," I ask, suddenly pulling my hand away from her arm like I've been burned. The tears are threatening to fall, I actually thought Callie and I are having a moment.
"No, you did nothing wrong" she says avoiding my gaze.
"What is it then, please tell me," I plead. It takes a moment for her to respond.
"You make me want to be free," she says as she turns her gaze to me. Her look is so intense that my knees feel like buckling.
"Then just be," I say taking another step to her.
"No, you don't understand," she replies.
"Isn't that what we're trying here? Feeling free," I say with an encouraging smile.
"When I'm with you, I just don't want to feel free. I want to be free, in every sense of it," she says.
Then I finally understand what she means. My world stops. It's both exciting and terrifying. For the past months, I've suppressed my feelings for the woman in front of me. I've gone lengths denying what I feel, I even tried to find distraction in another woman. It is terrifying, earth shattering, because it should 't be. Because she's married, she's the mother of the kid I'm babysitting, she's my mother's best friend. The scariest part of this all is that everything else in my mind is a blur right now, the only thing that matters is that Callie has probably admitted that she has feelings for me.
"Then be free," I say almost subconsciously going closer and closer to her.
"I can't. It's wrong, and inappropriate, and I might just scare you of" she says with a choked up voice.
"Can I tell you something," I ask her.
"What is it," she replies.
"You captivate me, and everyday since I met you, all I wanted was to be close to you," I confess.
"Stop saying those things," she says while closing her eyes tightly.
"Why?," I ask as I finally reach out to her caressing her cheek with my hand.
"Cause when you say those things, I get this urge to kiss you," she replies.
"Then kiss me," I declare boldly.
With that, her eyes open and she's looking at me with a baffled expression.
"Kiss me," I repeat sternly.
"I can't, it will just complicate things that are already too complicated," she replies.
"Be free, even just for tonight," I say as I'm already moving closer to her.
"People will get hurt," she says.
"It will be just between you and me," I say, and now our faces are only inches away from each other. I know it's wrong, I know that we shouldn't, but at this moment, it's everything I want. Just one kiss, just a moment with someone I want but can never have.
Then she grasps my neck and pulls me to her. Our lips touch softly and tenderly, just pressing against each other. It's like my first kiss all over again, like all kisses before this meant nothing, there's no comparison. Then our heads start moving and our lips started gliding with each other. She parts her mouth tentatively, and I put her bottom lip between my lips.
I dart my tongue out, and it's like something erupted between us. Her tongue is immediately against mine, dancing seductively then aggressively dueling. I put my arms around her neck with my hands tangled in her soft dark hair. I can't even describe what I'm feeling right now, I'm surrounded by Callie, the feel of her, her scent, her taste, the sounds of moans escaping her lips as she devours me. She puts her arm around my waist and pulls me towards her, in instinct, I raise both my legs and I wrap them around her waist. My center is throbbing and just the mere contact of my bare core with her skin almost brings me to the edge.
She drags both of us to the edge of the pool, and she presses my body against the wall. We both moan at the additional pressure towards my center, and we're both running out of breath, but we can't seem to unlatch from each other. We're just so consumed by primal hunger and need like we've been starved for days. Actually, I've been starving for more than 3 months now.
We parted our lips once our lungs were burning and almost out of air. Once we catch our breath, Callie spoke.
"If we don't stop now, If I don't walk away now, we might end up doing something much more inappropriate and something we both might regret," she says in between gasps of air.
I press our foreheads together, then I give her a lingering kiss on the lips. I try to say as much in this kiss, words I can never speak, feelings I can never show, a want and need that would have to be suppressed again. I manage to pull away even though it felt like I was taking myself off of life support.
My forehead against hers, my breath mingling with the air that she breathes….
Then I whisper, "Go," with my eyes tightly closed and a tear falling off of it.
I suddenly feel cold, I hear the splashing of water in front of me, then I open my eyes seconds, maybe even minutes after…. And she's gone.
AN2: Not exactly how I planned it, more of a spur of the moment kind of thing. Oh and to answer some of the questions, yes Callie is Bisexual, I briefly mentioned a previous girlfriend in the previous chapter.