AN: So many scenarios playing in my head on how I should write the next chapter. This is what resonates the most.
For clarification, Barb is 2 years older than Callie, and she had Arizona when she just turned 16, Callie was just 13 turning 14 then.
Amelia Louisa, I had a big fan girl moment again when you posted a comment. You made my week already
Arizona's POV
Patience…..
I was never really a patient person. I mean I can be patient when needed, but mostly I'm just a go-getter. If one thing requires me to wait for a long period, then I move on to another. This also applies to people.
I'm young, and when one thing just doesn't seem to work, I move on. I have so much to experience, to feel, I just can't let myself settle.
I did move on.
I moved on from a certain brunette. I just knew it wouldn't work out. It was amicable though. She understood, and we agreed to remain friends.
It's been 2 months since Callie and I had that amazing night back at home. After we had a pretty romantic walkthrough of her childhood home, we rode my bike quietly back to my house. Then we just slept cuddled next to each other. I have never felt comfort and contentment like that. That night, there was no barrier between us, Callie broke down my walls and she broke down mine. There were no secrets, tension, or suppressed feelings between us; everything was out in the open. Age did not matter, it didn't matter that she was a world renowned Orthopedic surgeon and I was just a college student. She respected me, cared for me like no one has before. She held me and made me feel everything was going to be alright. She made me feel that whatever we have between us is bigger than all of the things that go against us.
It's been two months since then, and we've gone back to our usual routine. I've been real busy though because of finals week. I've only gone to Callie's house during the weekends and when I'm not watching over Sofia I'd sneak in some studying. When Callie was around the same time as me, she would help out and tutor me. The problem though is, instead of being able to concentrate and understand more, I would get more distracted. The way Calliope enunciates technical terms, the way the words roll of her tongue, the way her brows scrunch a little in concentration, and everytime she crouches down over me to see what I was reading I'd have a whiff of her genuine scent and it sends my brain into a spin. I know she knows what she does to me, cause I have seen her smirk when she sees me getting disoriented or tongue tied during our tutoring sessions. Then there was this one time….
Flashback
I'm pulling my hairs out. I'm currently so frustrated right now. I'm studying for our comparative anatomy exam and I'm having extreme difficulty understanding the flow blood in and out of the heart. I accidentally fell asleep during the lecture on this, so now I'm having a hard time getting a grip of this topic. I hang my head in defeat. I didn't even notice someone come in.
"Hey, are you okay?," a deep luxurious voice coos as a soft hand is placed gently on my back.
I look up to see Callie standing over me. She probably just came home from work. Her hair is in a ponytail with some of her bangs sticking out, she's wearing a light blue button up long sleeveless shirt tucked in some skinny black pants. She looks gorgeous as ever, and here I am with bags under my eyes and hair strands sticking out of my head.
She lifts my chin with a finger so I'm looking at her face.
"What is it? Maybe I can help," she says with a comforting smile.
"This!," I say frustratedly as I gesture towards my notes and books and failed drawings of the heart and its chambers with some arrows.
"Oh, I see," she says calmly as she finally understands what I'm talking about.
With my surprise, she sets all my notes, books and drawings on the side of this humungous table I'm using in Callie's guest bedroom. She then grabs a black, red, and blue sharpie.
"Here, let me teach you," she says as she pulls me up from the chair so I'm standing up.
She sits on the table in front of me, and she directs me so I'm standing right across her. She leans back a little bit and she unbuttons the first three buttons of her shirt.
My jaw nearly drops. Callie is looking incredibly sexy, on a desk, unbuttoning her shirt, in front of me right now. I'm literally speechless. Callie looks calm exuding non-chalance, but I can tell by her body language that she's smirking underneath that stoic façade.
When her entire chest is mostly bare with her bra just peeking slightly from behind her shirt, she crosses her legs and leans back some more with her one arm as support. She grabs the black sharpie with her right hand.
She starts to draw over where her heart is supposed to be, just slightly to the side of her sternum, near her cleavage. I feel my mouth going dry and another part of my body getting wet.
She expertly draws the 4 chambers of the heart with the valves and the septa, and the major veins and arteries going in and out if it.
"You're good at that, I mean drawing accurately on yourself and barely seeing the whole picture clearly," I stammer out.
"I'm a surgeon, o can do this on any position," she says a little to sultrily and ends her statement with a wink.
My knees almost gave out.
When she finished drawing the important structures, she pauses and looks at me.
"So, here is the basic structure of the heart and great vessels, look closely and familiarize yourself with it," she says as she pops her chest more so I can see the picture clearer, but my eyes are more distracted by her black lacy bra now clearly visible, her glorious cleavage and the top of her breasts. I try my hardest to look at the picture, but I end up ogling her more.
After about 2 minutes of staring, she then grabs the blue sharpie and starts drawing arrows with it.
"So the deoxygenated blood enters the Superior and Inferior Vena Cava," she says as she starts drawing arrows going inside two big veins on the right of the heart, and dangerously close to her cleavage.
"Then it enters the Right Atrium, through the Tricuspid Valve, Right Ventricle, the Pulmonic Valve then the Pulmonic Artery, then to the lungs where it gets oxygenated," she enunciates slowly as she draws blue arrows on every part she has mentioned.
"You following?," she asks with a teasing smile. I know she knows what she's doing to me, and I know she sees how my legs are fidgeting right now because I'm trying my hardest to quell the throbbing happening in between my thighs.
She then exchanges the blue sharpie with the red one.
"The oxygenated blood then travels from the lungs through the Pulmonary Vein and into the Left Atrium," she continues as she does the same with the red sharpie as she did with the blue one.
"Then it goes through the Mitral Valve, into the Left Ventricle where it is pumped through the Aortic Valve to the Aorta then distributed to the rest of the body," she finishes.
She turns her attention to me with a smile on her face. She's waiting for any response from me, but I'm practically speechless.
"Did you get any of that?," she prods.
I reply with some nods still unable to speak.
"Come on, let's go over it again," she says as she gestures for me to come closer.
My feet carry me closer to her while my brain is still goo as of the moment.
She grabs my left hand with her right hand, then she presses my index finger on the drawing on her chest. She lets the tip of my finger graze her chest, then she gently guides them through the directions of the arrows.
"So we start with the inferior and superior vena cava," she says as she lets my finger touch the drawing of the great veins close to her cleavage.
"Then the right atrium," she says breathily as my finger glides through her skin. I can feel her skin getting hotter the longer my hand lingers there.
Then she proceeds to recite the route of the blood going through the heart while my finger goes along with the directions.
I can feel my face getting flushed, my entire body throbbing the longer my hand remains on her skin. I didn't even realize that Callie's lesson was finished.
"Then, the blood from the aorta is delivered to the rest of the body," she finishes, then she pulls my entire hand flush against the middle of her chest.
I literally buckle from where I'm standing, good thing my hand is on Callie or else I might have fallen.
I give Callie a sheepish smile as I regain my composure.
"So?," Callie questions once I'm completely off of her and back on my feet.
"Uhmmm…. How… how… uhm.. you might not be able to clean that off," was all I can manage to say as I gesture towards the illustrations on her skin.
"Well," she says as she's standing up.
"I can just ask you to help me out in washing it off," she says with a wink.
My jaw drops. Like literally drops.
Then Callie buttons her shirt all the way and saunters out of the room.
End of Flashback
I'm currently in my dorm now, quite drained after a week full of exams. It's a little past 8 and I just ate whatever Callie has packed for me. I'm exhausted and starfished on my bed, but despite the exhaustion, I can feel my libido rising as I recall the tutoring session Callie gave me.
I'm pretty sure I aced that part about the heart and its chambers earlier in the exam today. I know Callie literally blew my mind to mush then, but I remember vividly every detail of that lesson. The way Callie looked, her unbuttoned shirt, her black lacy bra, the feel of her skin against my finger tip, her scent, the throbbing between my legs; and, as a consequence, the flow of the blood through the heart as demonstrated by Callie was embedded to my brain. It was particularly uncomfortable recalling it during the exam, but that's the only way I can remember. Who knew that her method is actually effective.
Now I'm really horny. It's been too long since I got some.
After my homecoming with Callie, I decided to break it off with Eliza. I mean, we were never officially together, but I just wanted to end whatever was going on between us once and for all. It was never going to work anyway because I am certain that I only want Callie. I know I'm young and supposed to have fun, but once I know what I want, I'm going to do everything to get that, and I wouldn't settle for anything less.
So I ended it, and I told her I was in love with someone else. Eliza was a good sport about it, and agreed to remain friends, of course she keeps asking me who the mystery girl is. I just told her it was a girl from back home to shut her up, well I'm not lying, it's really a girl from back home.
My head is all over the place right now, and with my musings and internal monologue, I didn't even notice that my left hand has made its way under my panties and on my crotch already.
It seems like my body has spoken. Might as well release all this tension. Callie did leave me a pretty detailed memory that appears to have many uses for me.
Just when I am about to close my eyes, starting to think of a smoking hot Latina on my desk, a knock on my door jolts me.
I am in no mood to socialize right now. I'm so exhausted, and so horny, so I just ignore it hoping the intruder would go away. The knocking just gets louder and louder though and now the person on the other end is pounding on my door. Sheesh, I just couldn't get a break.
I dash to the door, ready to drive away whoever was behind it. I swiftly grab the handle and pull it open, my bitch face already in place. But I am more surprised than angered by who is on the other side.
"Callie? What are you doing here?," I say with obvious surprise and a little bit of delight mixed in with my voice. Callie is in front of me, with her hair down, a black button up blouse, black skinny jeans, mid thigh high tan boots, and a brown leather jacket. She's definitely standing out like a sore thumb in this dorm full of sleazy college kids.
"Can I come in?," she asks.
"My place is kinda messy, just finished with the exam and all, but sure, come in," I say as I gesture her to come inside.
She comes inside but awkwardly stands in the middle of the room. I sit on my bed and pat the side.
"Come on, I know my place is not much, but make yourself comfortable," I say with a smile.
"I have to tell you something," she blurts out.
Callie's POV
This is big. The biggest news of my life thus far, and I want Arizona to be the first to know.
So here I am, awkwardly standing in the middle of Arizona's dorm room in front of Arizona, fidgeting like a college student about to be grilled by a professor.
"Callie? What is it? You're starting to scare me," Arizona asks.
"Well…uhm," I start to begin….. then a little bit of silence between us. Arizona seems to start fidgeting as well.
"I'm divorced," I finally blurt out.
"Huh?," Arizona asks in confusion.
"I'm finally divorced. The divorce was just finalized this morning," I say plainly
"Are you okay,?" Arizona asks as she stands from her spot on the bed and stands in front of me. Her face is laced with genuine concern as she searches my face for answers.
I look at her, her searching blue eyes, her messy blonde hair, her oversized converse shirt, her short shorts, her bare feet. She's perfectly stunning, and I can't hold it in any longer.
"I love you," I say emptying my heart out to her.
"You do?," she asks with her voice small from uncertainty.
"I have completely fallen in love with you Arizona Robbins," I say with conviction as I step closer to her.
"I love you too," she replies tenderly as she cups my cheek.
I slowly lean in as I gaze directly into her blue eyes searching for any indication that I might be stepping over. Arizona is mirroring my actions though confirming that she has no objections.
I press my lips against hers tentatively at first, then she puts her arms around my neck pulling me closer, urging me closer. So I press my lips a little harder yet keeping it gentle.
I feel her move her lips against mine, gliding softly against my own. I circle her waist with my arms pulling her body flush against mine. We continue just kissing softly, tenderly.
I may be 32 years old already, but this kiss right here feels so different. It feels so genuine, so raw, so innocent yet so mind numbing. I feel my stomach doing somersaults like it's my first time being kissed. The first time I tasted Arizona, it was frantic, primal, needy and aggressive, so different from the sweetness and tenderness of this kiss.
We pull apart slowly then we press our foreheads together. It's funny how we're both breathing really deeply like we've got the wind knocked out of us.
If a real kiss should feel like this, then I've been really missing out.
"I love you too," Arizona whispers inches away from my face, her warm breath washing over me.
I lean in again to capture her lips. She parts her lips slightly and darts her tongue out. I let my tongue meet hers in a sensual dance. I walk us over to the bed and I push her slightly so that she's sitting on the edge of the bed. I straddle her lap as I hold her face with my two hands pulling her closer to me. She puts her hands on my back hanging dangerously low.
We continue making out with much fervor and hunger. Arizona sucks my tongue in her mouth, and I couldn't help but moan in response. My body has started undulating on its own with my hips gyrating against Arizona's lap, my heated core getting friction from Arizona's flimsy short boxer shorts.
If I don't stop now, I might not be able to stop. I mean I have waited long and hard to be with Arizona, but I just got divorced today, I don't want it to seem like I'm jumping on Arizona's bed. If I don't stop now, I might not be able to stop. I have waited long and hard to be with Arizona, but I just got divorced today, and I want to do this right. I reluctantly unlatch from Arizona's kiss.
We both take a moment to catch our breaths. Arizona looks so sexy right now, her chest heaving, her face flushed, and it's taking everything in me to not take her right now.
"We should stop," I say breathily.
"It's okay if you don't want to," Arizona says gently as she cups my face with her left hand.
"Oh believe me, I want to. I want to be with you real bad. But as I said, I want to do this right, I want to woo you and treat you like a queen. I want our first time together to be special, and not on the day I got divorced," I reply.
"Okay, I understand, we'll go at your pace, I'm not going anywhere" Arizona says with a small smile.
"Thank you for understanding," I say emphasizing my gratitude with a peck on her now swollen lips.
"I really have to go, because the longer I stay the harder it is to control myself, and I need to pick Sofia up from daycare," I say sadly.
"I really want you to stay, but Sofia needs you," she replies.
I move to stand from my position on Arizona's lap. Straighten out my clothes, and I give her a small smile.
"I guess I'll see you tomorrow? If you're still coming over," I ask.
"Definitely," she confirms with her full blown dimpled smile.
I turn around and make my way to the door, but before I reach the knob, Arizona gently grabs me by the wrist. I turn around with a quizzical look on my face.
"Go on a date with me," she blurts out, eyes wide, seemingly surprised by her own outburst.
I turn around to face her, and I give her a wide assuring smile.
"Of course I'll go on a date with you," I reply. Then I give her a kiss on the cheek.
"Just let me know when," I add before exiting her room.
AN2: A little sweet, a little hot, definitely more to come. What do you guys think? Looking forward to your thoughts.