AN: Thank you for the support and feedback. Knowing people are reading and are willing to voice out their thoughts just motivates me you know.
I will try my best to update as regularly as possible. I am about to go on holiday this weekend and the next though, so I hope I'll find some time.
Callie's POV
I talk, I talk a lot, especially when something is bothering me. I would like to talk it out than just let it hang. Although I've avoided talking about my kiss with Arizona in hopes that what happened wouldn't have repercussions and aftermaths as it would be very complicated. I believe it's a moment that should just remain as that, perfect in every way, ingrained in our memories, because talking about it would just taint its perfection. But right now, I catch myself in front of the guest bedroom door where Arizona is currently staying.
This is something that I need to talk to her about. I am deeply ashamed of what happened. I crossed the line, and I feel so dirty, perverted. She is my friend, but also my employee, and I'm and adult figure that she looks out for guidance.
It's 7am, Saturday, and usually at this time, Arizona leaves for her early morning class. I knock on the door, and I receive a "Come in" from the other side.
I walk in hesitantly, and I already feel the heat rising up to my face. I honestly don't know how I'm going to go about this.
"Goodmorning Calliope," Arizona chirps, and I raise my head to see her clad in a towel, with another towel wrapped around her hair as she's applying lotion on her soft luscious skin.
I gulp at the sight before me, and it just brings back memories of last night, of my thoughts last night as I was working for my release. I sit on the bed and look at the floor. Actually embarrassed to look at her in the eye.
"About last night…" I start. I feel the bed dip on my side, and I can smell Arizona from where I'm sitting. It just turns my brain into mush.
"I'm sorry," I finally muster out. It was all I could say at the moment.
"It's okay," she says and she puts her hand over mine.
"It's not," I say as I put my hands on my face.
"I am the one that should apologize, I was the one who barged in on you. You're an adult, and it is your own personal time, and I am the one who walked in on it," Arizona says.
"But… You heard it didn't you?," I stutter out, searching her eyes for any awkwardness, because I'm pretty sure she heard me screaming her name as I orgasmed.
"Yep, you're quite the moaner there," she says with a chuckle as she bumps her shoulder to mine.
"Oh my gosh, please don't remind me," I say wanting to bury face into my hands even more. I am so embarrassed right now, but leave it to Arizona to make me feel at ease even during the most awkward situations.
"But, I was calling out…," I trail off, wanting to get on with the actual issue.
"Well all I heard was moaning Calliope, and probably a few unintelligible words. I thought you were crying so I wanted to check on you. When I saw you… You know... I bolted out of there," she says, smiling shyly at me.
"Oh," I say. Somewhat surprised and somewhat relieved.
"As much as I want to spend more time with you, I really have to get going. Unless you want to stay while I change, I won't mind," she jests as she throws me wink.
"Uhmm…. I'm gonna go, you know… Lot's of stuff to do, and Sofia, and bones and uhm… Bye and take care. I'll text you later," I ramble as I stand up quickly and make my way to the door quickly. Arizona is turning me to a blabbering mess, and I can see that she's enjoying it.
Arizona's POV
I have a non-confrontational personality. I'm more of a go-getter, a doer, I like expressing my feelings, but if I am in difficult and awkward situations, I'd rather not talk about them. Sweep them under the rug as others say. Everytime I am faced with a monumental issue, I always feel like I'm gonna get in trouble.
So when Calliope approached me this morning about what happened the previous night, I acted like I had no idea what she was talking about. It would be easier that way, because if we do end up talking about it, we would have to deal with the fact that she wants something more than the kiss we previously shared, and that I obviously want the same thing too. So I chose not to talk about it.
So here I am, having lunch with Eliza, because again, I'm running away from the truth.
"Hey, are you okay, you seem a little spaced out," Eliza says as I am picking on my food.
"Yeah, just some exams coming up," I say with a weak smile.
"Well, knowing you, you got this in the bag," she says with a big smile as she pinched my nose lightly.
I look at her, like really look at her. We have gone out quite a few times, and I have to admit, she's fun to have around. She's driven, frank, a type A just like me, and she's easy on the eyes. She's quite fond of me, a little bit clingy but not overbearing. It's fun having her around, but let's be honest, she's not exactly who I want.
"Don't you like your food? here, come and try some of my pasta," she says as she shoves a forkful in my mouth. Well not really shoves, she gently feeds me with her fork, she does these small sweet gestures, but I just don't feel the same when it is Callie who does them.
"Mmmm," I say as I swallow her food. It's good, but I'm really not in the mood to eat.
We finish our meal, and we're pretty much free the entire day.
"Wanna go hang in my place?," Eliza asks.
"Yeah sure," I reply, still a little bit distracted.
As we were walking to her place, I just can't help but send a quick text to the brunette who had been on my mind the entire day.
A: Hey :)
Callie and I don't particularly text except for times when I need to go to her, or I ask her some difficult questions for lab and paper works. So I'm kind of reeling like a nervous teenager asking someone out just by texting her.
Eliza and I arrive at her place. She had a few altercations with some dormers and the dorm management, so she had to move. She decided that an apartment outside campus is her best choice because she wants some things done her way. She doesn't get along with everybody very well, but at some point I understand her.
I feel my phone vibrate.
C: Hi :)
My heart flutters with just 2 letters and a smiley. Eliza notices the smile on my face.
"What are you smiling like an idiot for?," she asks.
"Oh nothing, just this funny thing I saw on facebook," I lie.
"Hey, I wanna see too," she says approaching to peer over my phone.
"Sorry, I closed the browser already," I reply while I transfer to home screen.
"So what do you want to do?," she asks while she's playing with the buttons of my button down shirt.
Oh I know what she's up to.
"Hmmm, wanna watch a movie?," I say hopefully. I don't know what is with me today, I am just not in the mood.
Eliza pouts, but eventually gives in. She gives me a peck on the lips before proceeding to her TV. I plop down on the couch as she's rummaging through her DVDs.
A: What are you up to?, I sneakily reply to Callie.
"How about The Notebook?," Eliza asks. I never knew that the badass, cutthroat Eliza Minnick is into sappy chick flicks too.
"Yep, that's fine," I reply.
C: Nothing much. Sofia and I are having a tea party. How bout you?
A: Just hanging out at Eliza's
C: Oohhh, a date?
A: Nah, just hanging out.
Eliza had grabbed us a bowl of popcorn and a bottle of beer each. She had settled comfortably beside me with her head on my shoulder. Every now and then, I would sneak a message or two to Calliope, avoiding Eliza's prying eyes. I mean Eliza's not my girlfriend or anything, she might just find it offensive that I'm texting someone else while I'm with her.
When the movie reached the part of Ryan Gosling's and Rachel McAdam's famous kiss, Eliza surprisingly laced her fingers with mine as she cuddled closer to me. I mean, we have just been hanging out, and we never really were affectionate with each other. We usually just had sex then hung out, we don't even cuddle.
I feel my phone vibrate, thinking it was just a message, but the vibration kept on going. Calie's calling. I excuse myself from Eliza, I get up and answer my phone.
"Hey," I beam into the receiver.
"Hi," Callie replies softly.
"So for what do I owe this pleasure of talking to the great Calliope Torres," I say trying to act smooth and charming, but somehow it just sounded that I was trying too hard. It seemed effective though as I hear Callie giggle like a school girl on the other line.
"Well, Sofia and I were wondering if you could join us for dinner?," She says enthusiastically through the phone.
"Did Sofia really say that?," I ask.
"Well, uhmm, noo…. But tonight is steak night and I thought, Arizona seems to be the kind to like a juicy slab of steak made by yours truly, so I asked Sofia if she would like to have you over for dinner and she was ecstatic about the idea so we decided to give you a call," Callie replies with mirth in her tone. I can hear Sofia giggling in the background.
"Fine fine, if you guys really miss me," I reply jokingly.
"Great," Callie exclaims.
"I'll be there in 30?," I answer back.
"We'll be waiting," Callie responds sweetly then she ends the call.
I walk back to the couch with a wide grin on my face.
"Who was that?," Eliza asks concern lacing her voice.
"Just Callie, she's asking me to come over," I reply plainly.
"But we were having such a good time," she pouts while I stand in front of her, ready to say goodbye.
"I'm sorry Eliza, Callie says something came up, so she's asking me to cone over for Sofia," I lied. I didn't really want to explain why I'm ditching her for dinner with my employer and the kid I'm babysitting. She stands in front of me and starts playing with the buttons of my shirt. She proceeds to pepper my neck with kisses.
"If you stay, I can make it worth tour while," Eliza says in between kisses.
She's starting to unbutton my shirt.
"I really have to go," I say as I grasp both of her wrists. She still continues with her ministrations and turns us so that I am suddenly seated on the couch and she's straddling my lap making quick work of the buttons of my shirt.
Callie's POV
I was never the jealous type, even with Richard I wasn't; but, I don't know what has gotten into me. The moment I found out Arizona would be spending the day in that girl's place, the green-eyed monster suddenly emerged. I feel pathetic, but I am victorious. Arizona agreed to come over. It's been an hour though, and I'm already pacing in the kitchen. Sofia is busy playing with her mini toy kitchen.
The doorbell then rings. Finally.
I rush to the door and open it. I immediately beamed once I saw that t was Arizona. However, my smile started to fall when I noticed the state she was in.
Her hair looks like a mess, I mean not disheveled in a way that it would look like she's homeless, it just had strands sticking out of places. Arizona is pretty particular with her hair, and she's not the type to go out with a messy do. Her button up shirt is hanging loose and the top 2 buttons are unbuttoned. What really caught my eye though is that her shirt is mis-buttoned. There's an extra buttonhole hanging in the bottom. My mood immediately started to become sour.
"Come in," I say almost too coldly.
Arizona then just follows behind straight to the kitchen.
"Mmmm, something is smelling pretty spectacular," Arizona excitedly exclaims.
I don't respond.
Sofia hears her voice and rushes to her to give her a hug. Sofia then invites her to go play in her mini kitchen, and the two girls busy themselves with making clay burgers for me.
I don't look at her, I don't speak to her, and I can already sense Arizona's eyes burning a hole in my forehead.
A few moments later, I can sense someone peering over my shoulder.
"What you doin?," Arizona asks. She's so adorable like this, looking around at what I do like every move I make is fascinating. It takes everything in me to stay pissed at her.
"Cutting," I say as I slice through some zucchinis for the salad.
"What's in the oven? It smells amazing," Arizona asks again, probably tryig to engage me in conversation.
"You can peep through the oven's window you know," I reply.
"What's wrong Calliope?," Arizona asks with concern.
"Nothing. Just go wash yours and Sofia's hands. Get settled on the table, I'll be serving soon," I say coldly.
Arizona then walks away and motions for Sofia to go with her to the sink. I start searing the steaks after I finished the salad, and in 30 minutes, I put the food on the table.
I can see utter glee in Arizona's eyes as I set everything down. To be honest, I didn't hold back for tonight's dinner. I wanted to impress Arizona with more of my cooking. So I made garlic mashed potatoes with chives, an herb garlic freshly baked bread, an arugula and zucchini salad with caramelized beets and blood orange vinaigrette, and grilled rib eye with my exceptionally rich butter gravy, and I know she would flip when she sees what I have prepared for dessert.
We start eating quietly. I help out Sofia here and there, but she insists on feeding herself, though I had to cut out the most tender parts of the steak into tiny pieces. I let my passive aggressiveness take over me as I continue to purposely ignore Arizona. I can feel her throwing me confused looks. She decides to break the silence.
"This is probably the best garlic bread I've ever had, did you bake the bread yourself?" Arizona asks.
"Uhuh," I reply simply.
"Well it's amazing, everything you've prepared is great, and this gravy is to die for. I just want to bathe myself in it," Arizona rambles on. Then she looks at me from where she's seated, and she searches for my eyes. When I briefly looked up, she gave me a heartfelt glance.
"You're amazing," she says earnestly, and right then my walls broke down.
"Thank you," I reply, struggling to hold her gaze because I feel I might just turn to goo.
We spend the the remaining parts of dinner in a pleasant mood, stealing glances at each other, smiling timidly, and Sofia is just shoveling mashed potato into her mouth but most would still end up on her cheek.
"Who wants some dessert?," I excitedly exclaim, and I receive enthusiasm from the two ladies I'm dining with.
I prepare 3 bowls, and I gather up my ingredients. I place a slab of chocolate chip blondie on the bottom, and I top it with a chocolate frozen custard. Yes, I have an ice cream machine, and I like using it in special occasions, or when I'm trying to impress someone. I finish them off with walnuts and a drizzle of home made chocolate sauce.
"Oh my gosh, this looks so good," Arizona says wide eyed as I set her bowl in front of her.
"Yep, made everything from scratch," I reply proudly with a huge smile on my face.
Arizona polished hers off quite quickly, then she proceeds to wipe off the ice cream and chocolate from Sofia's face.
Arizona volunteered to give Sofia a bath while I clean up downstairs. As I was finishing scrubbing some pots, Arizona came waltzing in the kitchen.
"She's down for the night," she huffs.
"I expected she would be up all night because of that dessert we had," she adds.
"Well she's been jumping around and running around the entire day," I reply, drying off my hands.
"You seem a little bit off today, did something happen?," Arizona asks.
"Nope, totally fine," I reply as I turn to face her.
"Uhmm, well, thank you for dinner. You're really an outstanding cook Calliope," she says as she puts her hand on my forearm.
"Thank you, it's nothing though, my mama would kick me in the ass if I don't know how to make a decent meal," I reply non chalantly.
"Well, I'm gonna go. You seem like you need some rest, thank you again for dinner," she says shyly as she starts slowly to walk away.
As she turns around, J call out after her.
"Would you like to stay, hang out for a bit, drink? Maybe we can plan our trip to you Barb," I suddenly blurt out.
She turns around and flashes me a big dimpled smile.
"I'd like that," she replies.
Arizona's POV
So here we are, seated in a very large sofa in her living room, nursing 2 big glasses of red wine. I was never a wine drinking girl, my usual poison is tequila, chased by vodka, chased by a cocktail with profane names such as blowjob, a zombie, a wengweng. That's the only time you'd get a blowjob in my mouth.
We had just finished 1 bottle, and Callie is just opening another. Her mood had gone significantly better , and we're laughing hysterically now.
"I can't believe you were such a bully in school," I say clutching my stomach from too much laughter.
"Yep, the guys were afraid of me, one time a boy was swinging around the monkey bars, and I just pulled down his pants in front of everyone," she says almost dying of laughter herself.
"Oh you're bad," I comment.
"What, they were making fun of me having a pet ferret," she whines.
I almost spit out the big gulp of wine I was taking.
"Whatt… You had a pet ferret?," I ask.
"Yeah, his name was Snuffles, and he ran away when I was 10," Callie pouts. This is the first time I have ever seen Callie so carefree, and her antics tonight are beyond adorable.
"Did he really run away Calliope?," I ask in a faux condescending tone.
"I was gone for camp and when I came back Aria said Snuffles ran away, " Callie retaliates.
"Whatever you say," I say with a chuckle.
"So… How are things with the girl you've been seeing," Callie says as she takes a huge swig of wine.
"Eliza is great, she's nice, fun to be with, but I don't see anything serious with her," I say looking at Callie.
"So, is she the reason why you were late earlier?," she asks.
"Well yeah, she can be quite clingy at times," I say.
"I don't like her," she says plainly.
"You haven't even met her," I say laughing at her newfound frankness and honesty. I'm starting to like Drunk Dr. Torres.
"I don't have to," she says now almost slurring.
"What has she ever done to you to deserve your hate?," I ask.
"Because I like you," she replies frankly and straight to the point.
This time I almost choke.
"You know you can't things like that," I say chastising her.
"Why is that?," she says as she's moving closer to me.
"Just don't. Please," I beg of her.
"Isn't obvious? I like you a lot," she adds, as she settled right next to me with our thighs brushing each other.
"You can't say those things, you can't act all jealous, because you're drunk, and uninhibited, and tomorrow, you're probably going to forget these things, but I won't," I say desperately to her.
"How would I forget when it's all I think about?," she says as she suddenly straddles me and crashes her lips to mine.
In instinct, I kiss her back. This kiss is nothing like the first one we had. It's a little bit sloppy, but more needy and aggressive. There's no holding back as she places her ands on my cheeks and I put my arms around her waist.
She starts grinding down my crotch, and I suddenly felt the juices from my center oozing to my panties. I suddenly have a vision of seeing Callie pleasuring herself, and it just turns me on some more.
She pushes me sideways so that I'm lying down, and she goes on top of me. She then proceeds to kiss my neck. I can't help but moan at her ministrations. She pushes her thigh in between mine and it makes contact with my soaking core.
She tugs the hem of my shirt and she motions for it to be removed, and right at that moment, I was snapped out of my lustful daze.
"Wait wait," I say as I grasp both of her wrists.
"What are we doing?," I ask as I look into her eyes, now wide and staring right at me.
"I… I don't know," she says as she closes her eyes tightly, and it looks like she's shaking the drunkenness away.
"Do you want this?," I ask, my voice breaking.
"I want this more than anything," she admits wholeheartedly.
"Then take me," I declare.
AN: I find this chapter extra hard to write. Probably because I haven't exactly decided what to do or where to bring the girls. I'm kind of writing on instinct right now.
So what do you think? Will they finally go through with it?