Arizona carefully sliced into the tissue to get to the shattered femur as the nurse followed in her wake cauterizing blood vessels and suctioning the excess blood. It had been quite a while since she performed a routine surgery on a patient. Though she would occasionally step in on a peds case or fill in for Alex when he was off, Arizona almost strictly dealt with maternal-fetal and OB cases by this point in her career. Even if this patient was pregnant, this wasn't exactly a maternal-fetal case, but she wasn't unfamiliar with the territory since she had performed just about every type of surgery one could think of as a peds and general surgeon. Still, it was rare for her to cut into a patient to get to bone instead of a fetus. She found it oddly relaxing, less stressful than operating on the tiniest of humans. Though she wouldn't want to return to this on a regular basis, she was grateful the ortho surgeon allowed her to assist. They had been at this for nearly an hour, yet she still found it strange to hear Callie's voice call for an instrument or to look up and catch a glimpse of that familiar scrub cap in her peripheral vision. She honestly couldn't remember the last time she and Callie operated together. After the divorce, she was wrapped up in her fellowship and in truth, did everything she could to avoid being in an O.R. with her ex-wife. Once she passed her boards and took over as Chief of Maternal-Fetal Medicine while still being Co-Chief of Peds, she was far too busy and their specialties rarely crossed. So it was understandable that she was finding it difficult not to just lay down her instruments and watch the ortho surgeon at work. To this day, seeing Callie in action was another one of her favorite things. Like many in their profession, she didn't always respect orthopedics as a surgical specialty. That was until a certain ortho goddess came into her life completely obliterating not only her view of orthopedics, but also many of her other preconceived notions on life in general.
Finally reaching the splintered and fragmented bone, Arizona could truly feel for the young girl, this was a pain she knew personally. As she lay down the scalpel and started removing the larger detached pieces of bone, her eyes snapped up to the monitor that began beeping erratically. Knowing the stress of what they were doing was probably the cause, she waited patiently for normal rhythm, all the while keeping an eye on the fetal monitor. Across from her she heard Callie call for suction then mutter, "Come on Julie, you can do this. You lost your parents, survived a bus accident, you're bringing a new life into the world for God's sake." Something about those words, the encouraging, caring way they were said, as if the ortho surgeon knew the patient personally, took Arizona back to that first time she watched the other doctor in action. Come on Willow, come on, you lived in a tree, you crapped in a bucket for God's sake, you can do this. While she was curious what all the fuss surrounding the young ortho resident was about, she knew part of the reason she was there was to just be close to the other woman, she wasn't sure how much longer she'd have the chance. She and Callie had just started dating and had their first hiccup when Carlos found out about them and disowned Callie. She had already begun developing deep feelings for the brunette and was worried she would choose her family, her family's money, over her. Though it would be logical, she was surprised at how much just the thought of it hurt. Hearing Callie tell the story about how her patient lived in a tree and lowered a bucket to her friend made her see Dr. Torres didn't just fix bones, she saw the whole person. She also realized just how truly remarkable the other woman was and shocked even herself as she so much as gave her permission to go back into the closet. She wasn't crazy about the idea but would live with it if it would protect their relationship and the heart of the woman she knew in that instant she was falling in love with.
Callie glanced up to the monitor relieved to see it went back to normal rhythm. When she turned back to her patient, she caught a glimpse of the world-renowned fetal surgeon carefully and meticulously pulling bone fragments from the patient's other leg as if it were the most natural thing in the world, as if performing an orthopedic procedure any third year could do wasn't beneath her. She could barely contain her excitement from being in the O.R. with the other surgeon once again. She loved watching Arizona in an O.R.; the way she effortlessly made each cut as if the scalpel were an extension of her own hand, the meticulous way she maneuvered through the body cavity, the little lines that developed between her perfect eyebrows as she furrowed them in concentration, the way she melodically muttered every step she was going to take under her breath, it all combined into a perfect symphony with Arizona as the conductor. She tried to remember the last time she observed the other woman in the O.R. She used to take her breaks in the gallery above the blonde's O.R. just to watch, but knew she lost that right, the option to watch for the sake of watching, when she walked out of that therapist's office. If she were being completely honest, she could never bring herself to watch the blonde perform fetal surgery. It physically made her ill to think about. She had heard great things about her ex-wife while she was still in Seattle, but at the time, she was just too angry to care. In her deluded mind, the fellowship was to blame for their demise. Clearly she felt differently now and truly hoped she could remedy that since Arizona was opening her own center. She honestly looked forward to seeing her perform miracles on unborn babies.
As she turned to prepare the guide wire for the intramedullary rod, Callie recalled the first time Arizona joined her in an O.R. by choice. She realized then that Arizona wasn't like anyone else, that she saw and respected what she did, who she was. She had just started dating the blonde and they hit their first bump in the road when her father found out about her bisexuality. She knew Arizona struggled with her being so new at dating women in the first place but throw her dad and his tantrum into the mix and she was scared to death the woman she was already developing feelings for would figure it was too much drama to deal with and end things. On top of that, she had Mark and Christina telling her to lie to her family, to pretend she ended it with the blonde. While it would fix her problems with her family, it would hide who she was, who Arizona was and she wasn't prepared to do that. She was in the middle of surgery and was secretly thrilled and shocked when the peds surgeon strolled into her O.R. like it was something she did every day and claimed she wanted to see her insert an intramedullary rod into a femur. The overly perky surgeon actually seemed excited about the notion. No one she dated ever took interest in what she did unless they needed her services. In fact, most surgeons looked down on ortho, but not Arizona. She still remembered the feeling she got in the pit of her stomach like a million butterflies taking flight when the woman who was not even her girlfriend yet declared in her own way, not only that she wasn't going to let this little thing stand between them, but she saw and respected her as a surgeon. That's when she realized the true power of an Arizona Robbins speech. Ya know, they teach us in med school how not to care so much. We drape the patients so we don't see their faces, we do a thousand little things so we care a little less. You care like crazy, and I love that…and I'll keep loving that even if you decide to lie to your family. She knew she was infatuated with the blonde, but at that moment she could honestly say she was falling in love with her.
Looking up once again, Arizona wasn't surprised to see Callie staring at her intently with a knowing glint in her eyes. As if to confirm to the blonde surgeon their minds once again wandered to the same place, Callie asked cheekily, "Dr. Robbins, do you happen to remember the first time you saw an intramedullary rod inserted into a femur?" Arizona's eyes sparkled, indicating she was smiling behind her mask. She knew she could answer this question many ways, playful, flirty, serious, honest, finally she decided on a combination as she responded, "I do actually, almost like it was yesterday. I was Chief of Peds at the time and walked past the O.R. board and noticed this hot resid…shot…umm…hot shot ortho resident was inserting an intramedullary rod into a femur and decided to check her…uh…it out." Callie chuckled to herself at her girlfriend's deliberately mangled retelling of the story and responded in the deep raspy tone she knew would turn her on, "Mmmhmmm I bet you did." Every nerve in Arizona's body stood on end and her mouth went dry as she heard the sexy drawn out tone; she cleared her throat and continued, "Actually, that surgery, that surgeon, changed my whole view of orthopedics as a specialty." Callie raised her perfectly arched brow in question and asked, "Is that so?" Arizona looked back down at the patient, removed another bone fragment, and explained, "Before that day, I was like most other surgeons, I didn't hold orthopedics in high regard. I saw it as basic carpentry, the structure that held the important parts together. Ortho was always the last in line in an emergency, that viewpoint, it just kind of rubbed off. But in this case, a teenage girl was knocked out of a tree by a bulldozer breaking nearly every bone in her body, she was bleeding out from her femur and no one caught it, no one but this ortho surgeon that is. She saved her life. But it wasn't just that…" Arizona shook her head, trying to decide how to word what she wanted to say; how to convey to the ortho surgeon exactly how much she respected her and her specialty.
Callie had slowed her movements, hanging onto Arizona's every word. She didn't know any of this, she just assumed Arizona always respected orthopedics, that she regarded each specialty equally. She didn't know she was the reason that opinion changed. But apparently she was about to learn something about the other surgeon she never knew before. Arizona focused on removing the small slivers of bone as she continued, "This doctor, this young resident, the amount of talent she had, the way she cared, she changed all that. To her, the bodies on her table, they weren't just people, it wasn't just another bone, she didn't treat the injury, she treated the patient, listened to the story, and did her best to make sure the story continued with little to no hindrance. She didn't just solve a problem to complete a task, close a case. She studied it, meticulously planned it out, envisioned the end result. In fact, it wasn't at all surprising to see her change course in the midst of a surgery and undo the work she had done because something better came to her. Other doctors, they would close up and call it good, amputate without taking the whole picture into consideration, offer any quick fix and say they did their job. Not her. Watching her, she made me realize ortho wasn't carpentry, it was architecture, artistry, miraculous." Callie was amazed by the sheer awe inflected in the fetal surgeon's tone, the look of absolute reverence in the blue eyes that were now looking directly at her. She was broken from her thoughts as she heard the nurse beside her whisper, "Wow," and realized she took the words right out of her mouth. She was choked up and had no idea how she wasn't crying like a baby right now upon hearing exactly how Arizona saw her.
Deciding to keep things a little lighter for the sake of her own reputation in front of her staff she cleared the lump from her throat and said, "Sounds like a damn good surgeon." Arizona smiled behind her mask, she knew she had thrown her girlfriend for a loop and left her speechless with her little confession. Smirking she replied, "Oh she was, real superstar with a scalpel." Callie chuckled as she recalled her half-cocked rant to the chief as she screamed those same words across the catwalk of the busy hospital. Tilting her head she said, "Hmm, if I didn't know any better Dr. Robbins, I'd say you had a crush." Arizona shrugged her shoulders and returned to her task as she said, "Maybe." Callie laughed out loud, unable to help herself she quipped, "Maybe you should look her up, catch up on old times." Arizona shook her head and said, "Nah, last I heard she was dating this amazing woman, phenomenal surgeon in her own right." Callie laughed again then responded, "Sounds like a real power couple." Arizona's eyes were absolutely glowing as she responded, "Yep!" making sure to pop the 'p' loudly. Neither of them noticed the looks the surgical staff were sharing amongst themselves. While Dr. Torres was always friendly toward them and truly seemed interested in her staff both professionally and personally, they didn't know much about her and had never seen her interact with anyone the way she did with the blonde surgeon. Most of them knew there had to be a story behind the dedication that hung on the wall, though very few of them knew what it was. They were more intrigued when the blonde they had only ever seen in a picture showed up out of the blue. Based on this conversation, it was most certainly clear the ortho surgeon the blonde was referring to was their boss and if they read the room correctly, their relationship stretched far beyond the professional realm.
The two continued in companionable silence, occasionally checking on the progress of the other and sharing small talk. As she started to place the final screws, Callie looked up to see Arizona frowning into the basin in which she was depositing the bone fragments. Knowing how the other woman's brain worked she asked, "Beth, can you please get Dr. Robbins a sterile tray and start laying out the fragments that have already been removed?" She could tell by the grateful look in those bright blue eyes she had solved the dilemma. While she herself could look at that pile of bones, piece it back together in her mind, and determine if there were any pieces still hidden amongst the flesh, she knew Arizona had to lay everything out and connect them like a puzzle. Neither was the right way nor made one surgeon better than the other, to her it spoke more of the nature of their different specialties than anything else. In general surgery and OB, one had to piece together each organ or the placenta to ensure it was intact, otherwise it wouldn't function properly or could cause infection or death if you left something unaccounted for. In ortho, you could often determine by the number and size of the pieces, the weight of them if you were still missing something. In ortho, you didn't often have the luxury of having all the pieces or being able to see them if they shattered or splintered off. While it could also lead to infection or other complications, it wasn't as serious and could usually be fixed by noninvasive measures.
Hearing the drill, Arizona looked up and nearly drooled at the sight before her. Callie grasped the tool in both hands and pushed her weight forward causing the muscles in her tan arms to flex from the effort, she had a light sheen of sweat dotting her furrowed brow, and she grunted quietly from the force of drilling the screw through bone and metal. Arizona quickly lowered her head so no one could see the look of lust she was certain was evident in her eyes. While Callie was always strong and her muscles toned, her body was showing clear signs of her new exercise regimen and combined with her new look and self-confidence, she found it extremely difficult to keep her hands off her in general. It was worse seeing her in her element with all these tools around her. While she could watch anyone else do the same thing and not so much as blink, watching Callie with a power tool was one of the quickest ways to make her heart race and her clit throb with desire. Her body was humming and she nearly jumped when she heard the husky voice behind her ask, "Do you want to go close that one up and I'll get started over here?" Spinning around, Arizona heard Callie gasp as she looked into her eyes which she knew had darkened a couple shades at least. She refused to feel embarrassed when she saw those expressive brown eyes crinkle with amusement as the taller woman asked, "Everything okay Dr. Robbins?" Maintaining eye contact, Arizona lifted her own brow in challenge and couldn't help the huskiness in her voice as she responded, "Everything is perfect Dr. Torres, just thinking about something I need to do when we are finished." As she stepped away from the patient, she felt vindicated as she saw those brown eyes grow wider and felt them trained on her backside as she walked to the other side of the patient.
Callie cleared her throat and did her best not to squirm as they both took their new positions and their eyes met once again over the patient. She knew that look, she had seen it many times while operating with Arizona and it always led to her being shoved against the wall in an on-call room shortly afterward. She never understood it for the longest time, in fact she still wasn't certain what it was, Arizona would never tell her, said she'd use it against her, but something she just did made the other woman want to rip her clothes off right then and there. Though she wasn't opposed to the idea, she thought it best not to further tempt her girlfriend and started her task on the next leg. Once she finished irrigating the wound, she let out a low whistle and complimented, "You did an amazing job Dr. Robbins not a single shard or fragment to be found." Arizona looked up at her, eyes sparkling with pride as she asked, "Did you honestly expect any less?" Callie chuckled and replied, "No, not at all, just admiring your work." Arizona smiled behind her mask and felt the warmth bubble up from within. She was always confident in her work, but hearing Callie compliment her in an area where she had the least amount of experience made her feel good. The ortho surgeon was meticulous, a perfectionist when it came to her patients, she didn't offer accolades easily, so she knew the other surgeon wasn't just saying that to make her feel good. If she said it, she meant it.
When Arizona finished closing the left leg, she stepped up to Callie's side and relieved the nurse of her duties of handing instruments to the ortho surgeon. She watched closely as the other surgeon removed the pieces of bone that were still connected to the hip and knee handing her the appropriate instrument without being asked. As Callie removed the femoral head from its socket and handed it over to her, Arizona was morbidly reminded of something from earlier that she wanted to ask about. Noticing the others had stepped back and were completing other tasks, Arizona observed, "Maria didn't so much as look sideways when she came into your office earlier." Callie knew Arizona was referring to the nurse seeing her prosthetic and worried this would come up and wondered how Arizona would respond. She glanced sideways to gauge her girlfriend's mood. She was certain Arizona wouldn't pick a fight in the middle of the OR, and it was clear from her relaxed stance and soft tone she just wanted to know how her nurse knew. Taking a deep breath, Callie explained, "Maria was the first friend I made when I moved out here. She was my scrub nurse at NYU. We became really close rather quickly and when I started trying to figure everything out, I needed someone I could trust, she was that person. She's the one who suggested I see Dr. G and when I got the grant to open this place, she was the first to quit her job and support me." Arizona studied Callie's face carefully, she could see the underlying nerves over her reaction that she shared her disability with others, but she didn't see the fear that would have been there, that was there just under two weeks ago. She nodded her head and smiled so it showed in her eyes, then said, "I'm glad you have someone Calliope. I actually worried you would get here and not be able to find a new village, for your sake and for Sofia's. I'm happy you did." Callie smiled at Arizona's response; they truly have grown. Just to be sure the other woman wasn't upset she asked, "Are you umm, are you mad I told her?" Arizona tilted her head and thought about her answer then lowered her voice and said, "Callie, part of where we went wrong was me thinking this only happened to me, that you weren't affected. But this happened to both of us, you were affected and I can't begrudge you for talking about it to your friends. So no, I am not angry or upset that you told her, that you talked about me to other people you trust with that information. I love you, I'm not mad. I was just making an observation." Callie looked up then and saw the truth in that statement shining at her through those piercing eyes. Lowering her own voice to a whisper she said, "I love you too and I really want to kiss you right now." In response, Arizona merely wiggled her eyebrows causing Callie to chuckle. She then stepped back and enjoyed the rare opportunity to work with the ortho surgeon once again.
After another few hours of fitting, resizing, testing, and adjusting the titanium femur they had created on the fly, Callie inserted the last pin into the metal plate Arizona had cemented to the patella in order to connect the new 'bone'. As she placed her hands on both sides of the girl's thigh, Arizona lifted the lower part of the leg and they bent, twisted, and turned the limb checking for mobility and stability. Once they were finished, the two women switched places and Arizona began irrigating the wound for the last time while Callie injected a drug cocktail directly into the tissue as a source of pain management. The surgical duo were so absorbed in their task that they didn't even notice they had gained an audience. However time consuming and crucial for the young girl to be able to walk again, there was nothing about the operation that was groundbreaking or unheard of, it was a rather routine surgery with no complications, in fact. What had caught the attention of those in the operating room, then the gallery, then spread throughout the hospital attracting more onlookers was not the surgery itself, but the surgeons performing it. While the Fresh START staff was well aware of Dr. Torres' reputation, they had not had the pleasure of working with or witnessing the skills of the world renowned fetal surgeon, nor seeing the two of them together in an O.R. The seamless way the unlikely pair, ortho and fetal, worked in tandem with one another…it was like a well-choreographed dance, something only accomplished after years of training and practice. When one surgeon moved, the other would follow, if one needed an instrument, the other was already holding it, when one stepped back, the other stepped forward. There were no words passed between them, nary a glance. Each was so aware of the other, anticipated every move, it was beautiful to watch, an extraordinary display of skill and talent, an effortless demonstration of collaboration and solidarity. It was a sight to behold, something the audience considered an honor to witness. When they noticed the operation had come to an end, just as quietly as they assembled, the group of onlookers dispersed before they were caught gawking and not working.
After drilling in the final screw, Callie nodded to a nurse to close up and stepped back to stretch. Her breath hitched once again when she saw that same look of lust in Arizona's eyes before she quickly averted her gaze downward. Realizing she still held the drill in her hand, Callie lifted it to place the tool back onto the tray when she noticed navy blue eyes following her every move. Finally thinking she figured out what got her girlfriend so worked up, she held the drill between them and pushed the button to activate the motor and watched as those eyes, nearly navy blue with lust and desire snapped up to hers, opened widely as if in disbelief and darkened even more. That response alone was enough to tell her she had her answer, but when the smaller surgeon huffed, turned on her heal and nearly crashed into the instrument tray in her efforts to get away from her in a hurry, she knew without a doubt that Arizona had a thing for her and her power tools.
Callie watched as Arizona stalked toward the scrub room and started removing her protective gear. Knowing she was about to partake in some very hot on-call room sex for the first time in over 6 years, Callie wondered what the hell she was doing still standing there. Turning to the nurse, she gave some final directions and quickly followed the fetal surgeon into the scrub room. Callie had barely started washing her hands when she felt two warm hands, still damp from the scrubbing process slip into her pants, under her boy shorts and firmly grip her bare ass at the same time a moist tongue licked the rim of her ear and a husky voice whispered, "On-call room…NOW!" Without a word, Callie let the soap drop into the sink, reached behind her to remove the hands that were now caressing her hips, linked their fingers and dragged the smaller woman out the door and down the hall. Turning into a small alcove at the end of the hall, Callie stopped at a door that read, 'Administrative Staff Only' swiped her badge and tugged Arizona inside slamming the door behind her. Her entire body was thrumming with anticipation, her core dripping with need, and her clit pulsing with desire. While they were both usually amped up after a successful surgery and often paged one another to help burn off the extra adrenaline, it was these rare occasions when they shared an O.R. that left them fighting for dominance and fucking each other senseless until they were too exhausted to move. Just the idea of what was about to happen had her nearly coming undone.
As she started to turn to pull Arizona into her arms, Callie found herself pushed up against the door, cheek resting against the cool metal, arms splayed at either side of her head, and pants and underwear already pooling at her ankles. She was so caught off guard and turned on by the sudden movement, she didn't have it in her to fight for dominance. Arizona leaned her whole body into the taller woman and commanded, "Oh no Calliope, you don't move." She snaked her hands between them and started caressing the taut tan globes that have played a starring role in her fantasies for two weeks. As she caressed the soft skin, Arizona nipped Callie's earlobe and whispered, "Three days Calliope. I have been thinking about all the deliciously dirty things I want to do to you and this ass for three days." Callie licked her dry lips and asked nervously, "What do you want to do to me?" Callie wasn't sure what to expect at that moment, of course this wasn't the first time they had pushed each other against doors, or walls, or furniture, but this felt different. Usually they were kissing, consumed in passion, but this was deliberate, a controlled dominance, no she wasn't sure what to expect, but she couldn't say she wasn't looking forward to what her lover had in mind. She was broken from her thoughts when she felt the cool air on her backside as Arizona wordlessly slid to her side and landed a quick hard slap on that tantalizing ass watching as it barely jiggled. Shocked, Callie immediately felt the moisture trickle down her leg at that brief contact and moaned, "Oh God." She had quickly become accustomed to the blonde smacking her ass, but this, being spanked, this was hot, dirty hot. Arizona delivered another stinging slap to Callie's ass and watched as the bright red outline of her hand appeared on the caramel colored skin. She reached out to soothe the inflamed area with her hand and sucked on the brunette's throbbing pulse point then answered, "You have been taunting me with this tight ass since the day I arrived, flaunting it in your short shorts and bathing suits, perfectly fitting jeans, and shorts, and now these scrub pants. You know what seeing you in scrubs does to me Callie. I think it's time you pay for that." Callie moaned again and turned her overheated forehead into the door. This wasn't something they ever did, but fuck if she didn't like it.
Just as the red handprint started to fade, Arizona delivered another sharp smack then another as she heard Callie whisper, "Fuck yes!" She smirked as she realized just how much Callie liked what she was doing. While she was initially worried, those fears faded when Callie did nothing to stop her. Delivering yet another slap, instead of removing her hand, she caressed and soothed then allowed her hand to trail downward, fingers slipping between the tight crease and lower, gasping when she felt the amount of liquid arousal that had already seeped from her girlfriend's bare lips. Lifting her hand up so they could both see her fingers that were dripping with Callie's juices, she asked, "Did you like that Calliope? Do you like when I spank your sexy ass?" Instead of answering, Callie lifted her hand from the door, wrapped her fingers around the slim pale wrist and brought it to her mouth wrapping her lips around the wet digits and moaned at the taste of herself on the blonde's fingers. Glancing back as she stuck her tongue between the two fingers and lapped up every last drop, Callie watched as Arizona's eyes turned to a midnight blue and fluttered closed briefly before opening again with a mischievous glint in them. Smirking, Arizona stepped back and said, "I hope you enjoyed that, but you know what that means don't you?" Callie bit her bottom lip and shook her head then cried out as she felt three successive slaps to her inflamed ass making her legs quiver and clit pulse with need. Arizona reached between shaky muscular legs, swiped her fingers between Callie's lower lips, pulled them out, holding them out of reach this time and said, "I just have to make more." She then sucked her fingers into her own mouth moaning at the salty-sweet taste she had craved since Monday morning and pulled them out with a pop. She looked up to find black eyes nearly burning into her as Callie whispered, "Arizona please." Leaning in, she caught Callie's full bottom lip between her teeth and sucked it into her mouth moaning once again as she tasted the brunette's juices on her own lips. Pulling back she lowered her hand to caress Callie's bare ass, this time taking care not to put too much pressure on her sensitive skin.
As Callie pushed into her touch, Arizona brought her other hand up and caressed both cheeks then dropped to her knees to admire that glorious backside more closely. She softly rubbed each globe as she said, "That first day Calliope, I was in my bed writhing in pain, but when you walked away swaying these luscious hips and this glorious ass in front of me, all I could think about was taking it in my hands, just like this, caressing and squeezing it, feeling you in my arms again." Callie's nerves were on fire, her stomach was clenching with need, her core burning with desire, she wanted Arizona to just fuck her already, but at the same time, she was enjoying what the blonde was doing, relishing the little bit of pain she was experiencing. Arizona continued her ministrations then said, "When we were by the pool and you turned over in that sexy swimsuit giving me the perfect view of your ass, do you know what I was thinking? What I wanted to do?" Callie shook her head back and forth unable to trust her voice, she cried out as she felt Arizona's hot mouth on her bare skin and jumped in surprise when perfect sharp teeth clamped down on her burning flesh. She cried, "OH FUCK!" and wasn't at all surprised when she felt another gush of arousal seep from her throbbing core. Arizona immediately licked the outline of her teeth on the reddened tan skin and husked out, "I wanted to do that." She continued to place soft open mouth kisses all over the Latina's ass as she said, "I just wanted to bite it, kiss it, lick it, swat it. It didn't matter, I just needed to touch you here." Arizona continued to lavish attention on the muscle in question, licking, nipping, sucking on it until she could smell the heady scent of the brunette's arousal, see it on her inner thighs. She reached down to untangle the brunette's legs from her scrub pants, lifting first one leg then the other and tossed the garment behind her. Still holding one ankle, she bent forward and licked the toned calf until she reached the back of the knee then switched directions and licked up the inside of the strong muscular thigh until she reached her desired destination. Finally putting the trembling leg on the floor a good distance from the other, the blonde leaned in and swiped her tongue along the brunette's glistening slit making her cry out once again.
Once she was sure she cleaned her up thoroughly, Arizona stood up causing Callie to huff in frustration. As she stepped into Callie's back, Arizona lifted her hands to squeeze and caress the tight globes again, and said almost reverently, "This ass…this ass is what dreams are made of Calliope. Do you know what I've been dreaming of?" Callie was near tears, Arizona was so close to where she needed her, her tongue was exactly where she wanted it, then she just…disappeared, now she wanted to carry on a conversation. She shook her head against the door hoping upon hope that the blonde's dream involved some sort of relief for her. Arizona was soaked, her panties were ruined and she knew if she were to look down there would be a dark spot on the fabric of her scrubs. She had no idea how she had held out so long other than the fact that she finally got to worship Callie's ass like she'd been longing to do. Slipping one arm around the brunette's waist and under her scrub top to scratch at the rippling abdomen, Arizona slid her other hand down Callie's ass and between her legs rubbing her sex with her open palm, careful not to slip inside her wet heat and whispered, "I have dreamed of taking you like this, standing behind you so I could watch that tight ass as I fuck you from behind. Will you let me do that Calliope? Can I fuck you like this?" Callie breathed out a sigh of relief and nodded her head frantically as she begged, "Yes, yes please Arizona fuuuuuu ahhhhh…" She was cut off as two fingers slid into her tight wet channel and began pounding into her furiously. Bracing both hands on the door, Callie widened her stance and ground into Arizona's hand meeting her thrust for thrust, clenching her ass even tighter as she did so. Arizona slid her free hand up Callie's abdomen and under her bra cupping her full breast and tugging on her tight nipple eliciting a low growl from the other woman.
Callie was so worked up, she knew she was about to explode, but what Arizona was doing to her felt so good, she could only think to beg for more as she gasped out, "More, harder. Fuck Arizona you feel so good." Upon hearing Callie's demand, Arizona scissored her fingers inside her tight channel, pulled almost all the way out then added a third finger on the next thrust while shifting her position slightly so she could hit that spongy spot she knew would have the other woman seeing stars in a matter of minutes. Removing her hand from Callie's shirt, she rested it on the door beside the larger tan hand that was frantically clenching and unclenching with need to grip something. She stepped more fully behind the taller woman, planted her feet, and began thrusting into Callie with everything she had, powering the movement with her own hips. She watched as the hand near hers clenched into a fist and banged on the door as Callie threw her head back in ecstasy and screamed, "Fuck yes Arizona, I'm so close baby." Callie could feel her climax barreling toward her and she was helpless to stop it. She could feel the tingling in her stomach, the electricity flowing throughout her body, the pulsing in her clit, the burning in her thighs until Arizona pulled out and pounded into her after adding a fourth finger, then she felt nothing but pure euphoria as fireworks exploded behind her eyes, a roaring appeared in her ears, her body stiffened and convulsed wildly and she could swear she melted into a puddle.
Arizona could feel Callie's walls tightening around her fingers and knew she was close, adding a fourth finger on her next thrust was all it took to send her over the edge. She was caught off guard when Callie let out a shrill shriek unlike anything she had ever heard from the other woman and had to clamp her hand over her mouth to muffle the sound. She continued her thrusts at a much slower pace as Callie continued to shake and ride out her orgasm until she nearly collapsed in her arms. Pushing the taller woman into the door so she could remove her hand from her dripping core, Arizona checked to make sure she was still conscious and nearly laughed at the blissed-out smile on her face and far off look in her eyes. Noticing Callie was awake, but too out of it to even hold herself upright, Arizona quickly maneuvered the taller woman to the bed where she nearly fell into a heap. Finally looking around for the first time, Arizona realized that their house wasn't the only place Callie allowed for a little luxury. She had just deposited her not into a typical hospital issued cot, but an extra-large sized twin bed complete with real linens and pillows. Turning to find a towel or something with which she could clean up her girlfriend, Arizona found a door that led to a small bathroom with a shower. Finding what she needed, Arizona ran cold water over a face cloth and returned to the small room only to find alert brown eyes watching her every move. Sitting on the side of the bed, she placed the cloth on Callie's forehead then leaned over and brushed their lips together for a brief chaste kiss. Pulling back she smiled brightly and said, "Hi there." Callie chuckled and asked, "Hi. Did I pass out?" Arizona shook her head and answered, "Not quite, but you weren't really lucid for a good minute or two." She shrugged then and said, "At least we know I can still fuck you senseless in an on-call room." Callie laughed and sat up as she asked, "Was there ever any doubt?" Arizona shook her head and responded, "Nope!" Callie laughed and reached out to gather the front of Arizona's shirt in her fist then pulled her toward her as she said, "Kiss me you goof." Leaning forward, the blonde was more than happy to comply.
Callie sucked Arizona's top lip into her mouth and slid her tongue against the underside causing her to let out a breathy moan and open her mouth further allowing her access. As their tongues slid together, both women let out a contented sigh and continued their exploration of the other's mouth. Arizona wasn't sure who moved first, but she found herself moving forward as Callie leaned back onto the pillow so she was now hovering over her while still seated on the edge of the bed. She smiled into the kiss when Callie reached out with both hands and pulled her on top of her. Nearly forgetting she was naked from the waist down, Callie growled in pleasure when her sensitive clit rubbed up against the cool rough fabric of Arizona's scrub pants. Though she just experienced one of the most intense orgasms of her life, her tiny bundle of nerves was still screaming for attention as it had gone untouched. As she felt the blonde grind down on her once again, she remembered she wasn't the only one and had every intention of remedying that situation immediately. Sliding her hands around to the blonde's curvaceous hips, she slipped her fingers under the waistband of her pants and panties and pushed the offending material as far as they would go then tapped the blonde's bare hip, wordlessly telling her what she wanted. Without breaking the kiss, Arizona shoved her pants down further and with the help of Callie's foot, shimmied her way out of them and kicked them to the floor. As she settled herself back down and their bare cores came into contact with one another, both women cried out at the sensation. As Arizona began to roll her hips, Callie could feel just how wet she was and broke the kiss on a gasp.
Sliding her hand between them, Callie watched Arizona's eyes roll into the back of her head as she swiped two fingers down her slit and rubbed them against her inner lips collecting the sweet juices along the way. Bringing her hand up between them, she wasn't at all surprised when the blonde grabbed her wrist and pulled her fingers into her own mouth mimicking her earlier actions. Watching Arizona suck her own juices off her fingers was probably one of the hottest things she had ever seen though she was a little disappointed she didn't get to taste it herself and realized then how her own actions were deserving of those three extra swats she received. As Arizona moaned and licked every last drop from her fingers, Callie smirked and said, "Guess I just have to make more." She then wrapped her hands around Arizona's hips and pulled her forward. As the blonde looked at her questioningly, she responded, "You got to fulfill your fantasy, now it's my turn. Do you know what I want Arizona?" Arizona looked into those deep brown eyes she loved so much and saw the combination of desire and hope swirling within. She did know what Callie wanted; what she'd been wanting since her accident. It was Callie's favorite position and she always denied her in fear that she would lose her balance and it would become more embarrassing than sexy. But now, with her own self-confidence renewed, her robotic leg to help her balance, and the fact that the award winning ortho surgeon, daughter of a billionaire, owner of two hospitals just allowed her to yank her pants down and spank her bare ass to fulfill her own fantasy, she didn't dare say no. In truth, she didn't want to. As much as Callie loved doing this, she loved it too and she had never trusted anyone else with such an intimate act. Leaning down, she placed a searing kiss on full red lips then sat back and whispered, "Scoot down." She wanted to laugh at the childlike expression on the other woman's face as her eyes lit up and her mouth formed a perfect 'o' as if she were about to be released into her own private version of a candy store.
Callie was almost positive Arizona would turn her down and she would have let her, if she saw even a hint of hesitation or resignation on the blonde's face, she would change her request, but she saw nothing but desire and love radiating in her gorgeous blue eyes. Without wasting a second, Callie shimmied herself down the bed then helped Arizona crawl up her body and steadied her hips as the blonde brought her legs up and straddled her head. She ran her hands up and down the toned muscular thighs and groaned as she was enveloped with the earthy scent that was unique to Arizona and her mouth watered as she looked up to see shimmering pink lips dripping with need hovering above her. Slipping her hands around to grasp the soft creamy flesh of Arizona's ass, Callie pulled her forward, stuck out her tongue and licked from back to front moaning at the taste of honey that covered her lips and tongue. The second Callie's warm moist tongue made contact with her sex; Arizona wondered why the hell she ever denied her wife this request.
Looking up, Callie realized her view was hindered and pushed at the offending scrub top as she growled out, "Take it off." While she loved having Arizona in this position, her favorite part was looking up to see those full, pert, creamy white breasts bouncing and swaying as she rode her face. Arizona sat up and quickly removed her bra and scrub top and looked back down into coal black eyes as she asked, "Better?" Instead of answering, Callie leaned up and swiped her tongue along Arizona's outer lips once again, this time pushing inside just as she reached her clit and circled the hardened nub careful not to make direct contact. Callie wrapped her fingers around Arizona's lush hips and pulled her down further, guiding her movement as she licked along her inner walls, sucked on her clit, nibbled down her outer lips, and circled her tight opening with her tongue. She repeated the actions of licking, sucking, nibbling, circling, licking, sucking, nibbling, circling, until her chin was dripping and Arizona was shaking and whimpering with need trying to take control by moving her hips, grinding down on her tongue. Each time her efforts were thwarted by the Latinas strong arms lifting her completely off her face earning a frustrated growl from the blonde.
Finally stopping for air, Callie looked up into pleading blue eyes and said, "Ride my mouth baby, take what you need." Arizona sighed in relief and lowered herself onto Callie's tongue gasping when that talented muscle finally pushed inside her tight channel thrusting in and out furiously. Arizona braced herself on the wall in front of her and began rolling her hips in rhythm with Callie's tongue occasionally letting it slip out of her as she ground down so the flattened tongue pressed firmly against her clit until she could no longer take the stimulation and pushed forward once again knowing Callie would resume fucking her with her tongue. Callie peered up through hooded lids as Arizona, lost in sensation, threw her head back, lifted her arms, ran her fingers through her shiny blonde curls, slid her long slender fingers down her sweat slick neck, over her breastbone and cupped her own breasts rolling and pinching her nipples between her thumb and forefinger. It had to be one of the most erotic sights she had ever seen and she nearly came right then and there. Running her hands up Arizona's thighs, she slipped her left hand around her trim waist to rest on the small of her back as she snaked her right hand between the blonde's legs and slipped two fingers into her hot wet channel feeling the walls clench around them immediately. Arizona nearly cried in relief when Callie's fingers penetrated her. While Callie's tongue was doing amazing things to her, she wanted…needed to be fucked, hard and deep while feeling that talented tongue on her clit. She moved until she was in the right position then lifted her hips and ground down onto fingers and tongue, repeating the movement until Callie took over and started thrusting into her hard and fast while licking and sucking on her clit.
Callie could feel Arizona's impending orgasm as her movements became more erratic, her tight walls were gripping her fingers like a vice, and her moans and whimpers had become a low steady growl. Knowing exactly what the blonde needed, she thrust one more time, stilled her hand, wrapped her lips around the pulsing clit, sucked it between her teeth and bit down lightly as she wiggled her fingers against Arizona's g-spot and watched in awe as the blonde opened her mouth on a silent scream, went perfectly still, sucked in a deep breath and screamed her name as she began riding her fingers and face furiously, nearly suffocating her as strong thighs clamped around her head holding her in place. When Arizona finally slowed her movements and relaxed her legs, Callie kept her hand still but continued to gently lap at her clit until a soft pale hand tugged at her hair and she heard a breathless, "No more, God you're trying to kill me." Callie chuckled then gasped when she carefully removed her fingers from Arizona's opening releasing a gush of arousal into her mouth, over her chin, and down her scrub top. She was mesmerized as she watched the abundance of fluid drip from her girlfriend's core and realized she had made her ejaculate for a second time in as many weeks and whispered, "That's fucking sexy as hell." In response, Arizona groaned and slumped forward barely able to hold herself up. Finally realizing the state she was in, Callie carefully guided Arizona down the bed so she was lying half on top of her, head tucked under her chin still breathing heavily and in a state of half-conscious bliss.
Body still thrumming, Arizona shifted to get more comfortable and realized her face was wet and sticky and looked up to see Callie lying on her back, staring at the ceiling, chin glistening with moisture and a huge cocky grin on her face. Leaning up on her elbow, Arizona tried to speak only to find her mouth was dry and her throat was scratchy. Looking at Callie again, she noticed the top portion of her shirt, her neck, and her face were completely soaked and realized the cause for the shit eating grin. She ejaculated…again, apparently all over Callie's face. Trying again, she husked out, "Pretty proud of yourself aren't you?" Callie rolled her head to look at her, unleashed her best smile and said, "Yep!" Arizona laughed, leaned up and placed a smacking kiss on her lips and whispered, "You should be. That was amazing." She then rolled her eyes to emphasize her point. Callie smiled and lifted her hand to brush through tousled blonde hair and said, "Thank you for that. I know it wasn't easy." Arizona smiled softly and said, "It was actually." She knew more could be said, a serious discussion which would lead them both to needlessly apologize for something that was obviously no longer an issue. Seeing in her eyes what Arizona wasn't saying, Callie smirked and said, "So my ass and power tools are what do it for you huh?" Arizona smiled, thankful Callie understood her wish not to say more and quipped, "Now that just makes it sound kinky…and dangerous." Callie thought about her wording for a minute then burst out laughing as she said, "So it does." Biting her bottom lip, Arizona tilted her head and asked, "That was uh…that was okay?" Seeing the blonde needed a little reassurance, Callie sat up, removed her wet shirt, and gathered the smaller woman into her arms lying them back down so they were now face to face.
She placed a soft kiss on Arizona's lips and whispered, "It was more than okay. It was hot and sexy and playful; it was just right." Arizona smiled and responded, "Thank you for letting me have that." Callie stole another kiss and said, "Thank you for sharing your fantasy with me." Arizona lifted her hand to caress Callie's cheek and said, "You're very welcome and as much as I am enjoying this time with you, we both smell like sex and are in need of a shower and I am sure you are ready to pass out." Callie nodded knowing she could be asleep in under five minutes if she were to stay there. Sitting up, she realized her butt was a little tender and groaned as she asked, "You remember what I said about your girly hands?" Arizona rolled her eyes and nodded as she stood up off the bed and watched as Callie gingerly followed then instantly moved her hands to rub at her backside as she said, "Yeah, I take it back." Arizona laughed as she turned to pick up their clothes and asked, "What's the matter Torres, can't take a little…" She trailed off as she stood up and turned around to see that Callie's ass was still slightly red, but her hand wasn't what caused her pain. She dropped the clothes and fell to her knees as she said, "Oh my God baby, I am so sorry." Callie looked over her shoulder and flinched as Arizona's fingers brushed over a particularly sensitive spot. Rotating her hip she saw the huge purple and black oval and gasped, "What the hell is that?" Arizona turned beat red and said, "Ummm, that's, ahhhh…ummm…" Callie rushed into the bathroom and turned trying to get a better look in the mirror and growled out, "ARIZONA! YOUR TEETHMARKS ARE ON MY ASS!" She then stalked out of the bathroom and towered over the shorter woman who was clearly on the fence about whether she wanted to laugh or cry. Putting up her hands, Arizona backed up and stammered, "It was an accident…I didn't…" Callie stalked forward trying to figure the appropriate payback when Arizona pointed to her now clear stomach and rushed out, "You branded me first." Callie stopped dead in her tracks, she had her there. Still she was having fun with this, so she continued to move forward until Arizona backed up into the wall.
Placing both hands on the wall on either side of the blonde's head, Callie leaned forward to bite down on her girlfriend's neck when she quickly ducked under her arm and started to run to the other side of the room. Shooting her arm out, she snaked it around Arizona's waist and nearly lifted her off her feet as she pulled her back into her front wrapping her other arm around her middle as well, effectively trapping her prey. By this point, they were both giggling and the blonde was still trying to squirm away. Callie bent her fingers and wiggled them into Arizona's ribs causing her to fight harder, "No Callie, no tickling." Callie knew Arizona hated to be tickled, it wasn't the act as much as it was her reaction to it. Holding tight with one hand, Callie continued to tickle the blonde's ribs and gradually made her way down to her inner thigh where she knew she was most sensitive. "Callie…I swear if you don't…ahhhhh!" Callie could barely control her own laughter as she tickled Arizona's ribs with one hand and her inner thigh with the other, she knew she hit the right spots when the squirming became less erratic and more purposeful and the giggles were periodically interrupted by moans of pleasure. Increasing the pressure just slightly, she lifted her thumb and slid it between Arizona's lower lips and flicked her clit, once, twice… "Fuuuuuuck Calliope!" Arizona cried out as she convulsed in Callie's arms, still giggling and squirming. Callie wrapped both arms around Arizona's middle and held her tight, softly kissing her neck and shoulder as she came down from her high. Tossing her head back onto the taller woman's shoulder, Arizona groaned, "Damn it! I was hoping you'd forgotten that." Callie chuckled and said, "Honey, you are the only person I know who gets off from laughing, there's no way I could forget that." Arizona huffed and said, "Not always, just when I am already aroused." Callie turned her around in her arms and asked, "Does that mean you are always aroused when I touch you because I get the same reaction every time I tickle you." Arizona muttered, "Shut up," pushed her away and stalked toward the bathroom. Callie shook her head and followed her girlfriend hoping she would still let her share the shower with her.
A/N: YAY! They saved Julie's legs with no complications. I know very little about medical procedures and watched a ton of you tube videos just to get what little I put in there. FYI – there is actually a tickle fetish where people get off on being tickled and the endorphins caused by laughing. While I'm not going to that extent, I thought it would be fun to think the perky surgeon who always woke up happy got turned on from laughing.
Checked my ID just in case…I'm still not Shonda, so…you know the jargon…not mine, hers. Just wishful thinking on my part.