"Wha—what did that mean? The last part," Arizona asked.
"I can't live without you," Callie answered.
"I don't know what else I can do or say Arizo—" before she could finish, Arizona stood up on her toes and kissed her. The room was slowly spinning and Callie couldn't tell if the song had stopped or not. She moaned audibly when Arizona bit her lower lip and gave a light tug. Back arching inward.
And when Arizona pushed her against the nearest wall, prepping wet kisses to her neck, Callie was only a step behind in pushing her fingers through her smooth blonde hair.
"I can't live without you either, Callie. I love you," she whispered back, loving the feel of Callie's soft hands roaming her body.
Arizona gasped when Callie grabbed her legs just behind the knees and lifted them up, Arizona instinctively wrapping her legs around Callie's waist.
Callie started carrying her towards the bedroom, placing her free arm out to the side to guide her, while she continued to lick and kiss Arizona's neck. When she finally reached the opening to her room, she gently deposited Arizona onto the bed. She pulled the tiny black dress over Arizona's head, and peeled off her undergarments. She had to admire Arizona's body. It was damn near perfection, and she was going to spend all night worshipping it.
Callie quickly discarded her own clothes and lovingly gripped Arizona's ankle. She kissed the bottom of Arizona's foot, and then planted small kisses all the way down her leg until she reached Arizona's sweet spot.
Arizona arched her back, in anticipation for what was to follow. After a few torturous moments, she felt Callie's warm, wet tongue hover above her clit and move in a small circular motion, causing little jolts of electricity to ignite in her head. She gently pulled Callie's smooth hair and moaned. "Damn, Callie...ohh…please….it's been too long."
But Callie didn't want her to come just yet.
Arizona's jaw hung loose as she moaned at the light and soft, delicate laps at the outer lips of her sex. She pulled her legs back, spreading herself. Heels drawn tight against the backs of her thighs. Knees just to the outside of her shoulders. It was hard not to bounce her hips, grinding her cleft against Callie's face.
Callie tilted her head to the side and drew one of the inner lips into her mouth. Sucking. Pulling sweetly. Just the right amount of pinching. Just the right pressure with her teeth. Kneading the silky fold with her tongue. She had been Arizona's lover for months now and she had learned a lot about what Arizona liked. Learned to wait and be patient before touching Arizona' clit. Saving that for the coup de grace. Arizona was putty in the brunette's calloused, powerful hands.
Soft and pliable clay wanting nothing more than to be molded.
"Fuuuck," Arizona moaned, eyes rolling back, as her favorite tongue in the world circled and pushed against her opening. Pressing harder. Insistently. It was as glorious to squeeze and clench, keeping Callie out, as it was, seconds later, to release and let her in. The brunette lapped at her sex, drawing out more and more of her juice. Arizona twitched and shuddered when the tip of her girlfriend's nose brushed through the folds above her clit. Millimeters away.
"Oh fuck. Oh fuck."
One arm slid up, between her left calf and thigh. Arizona gasped as Callie's palm came to rest just above her mound. Those dark, glittering eyes staring up at her. She gripped Arizona' mass of short blonde curls and pulled gently, ever so lightly, stretching the lips and tugging at the skin. Callie kept her fingers knitted tightly while her thumb stretched to gently work its way down between the tops of Arizona's lips. Arizona whimpered softly, and a grimace spread across her face as Callie's lips pressed around her mound. The warm tongue wormed deeper.
"Oh," Arizona moaned, one eye rolling higher than the other. "Oh Callie. Oh my God."
The corners of Callie's eyes curled up, betraying a smile where her lips were otherwise busy keeping a tight seal. Tiny movements with her thumb. Tiny strokes, back and forth, over Arizona' clit.
Brushing over the top of it.
Feather-light.
Whisper-soft.
Faster.
"Oh God."
Faster.
Her head rolled back, shrinking into her shoulders as she came, and Arizona let out a long, low moan. A perverse tingle ran up her spine that she was being far too loud for Callie's loft, and the only real chance they had of not getting in trouble was the remote chance that all of her girlfriend's neighbors were out at the same time.
Callie sat back, keeping her thumb steady, and lifted her head ever so slightly. Sat up just enough that Arizona could see her whole face. Enough that Arizona could see the mixture of juices and saliva sliding down in a thick sheet over Callie's chin. Drop after drop fell against her folds, and Arizona flinched.
"I love how... plump... your lips get," Callie said, her voice husky. "Do you have any idea how wet you are?"
"No," Arizona whined.
"Let me show you. It's just flowing out of you."
Callie's middle finger pressed slowly and smoothly against her ass, and Arizona groaned as she felt the slim digit sink deep. Callie leaned back in and ran her tongue straight up the middle, gathering as it went, and then rifled the collected fluids back down between Arizona' spread folds. Callie had, by Arizona' estimation, the perfect tongue. Thick and wide. Just long enough to reach all the right spots and dextrous enough to curl inside her just so.
Another long, slow lick from bottom to top. Arizona planted her feet on the bed, no longer able to hold herself up. Legs still wide open.
Callie jammed her forearm hard against the back of Arizona' knee, a sign between them that Arizona would soon need something to strain against. The differences were instantaneous. Her thumb moved faster, focusing more on the tiny space underneath the clit. Brushing upward against it rather than across the top. Her tongue teased the tiny opening just above the sex, applying pressure for just a moment before moving right back down. Two fingers entered her, setting a wild pace in an instant.
"Uhhhh," Arizona moaned, straining against her girlfriend's arms. Her eyes pinched shut. "Ughhh!"
The second finger sliding into her ass was it. The index finger, hard and straight alongside the middle, stretched her just that much more. The outer ring spasmed while the inner ring clamped like a vice around Callie's fingers. She didn't even need to move them, really, to push Arizona over the edge.
Arizona sang, a soaring aria of sensual joy near as she came again, this time harder than the last one. Callie played her body masterfully, hitting all the right notes in just the right order. Sheer bliss.
Callie smiled broadly as she stood up and leaned over the bed. Both hands planted besides her girlfriend's head. Arizona' shivered watching her girlfriend flex ever-so-subtly, twisting her arms so that her forearms, biceps, and deltoids stood out in sharp relief. She wrapped her legs tightly around Callie's waist, ankles interlocking, and lifted herself. Both hands cupping Callie's face.
"Never stop loving me, Calliope," Arizona whimpered.
Callie bent down and captured Arizona's bottom lip between her teeth and lightly bit the soft flesh. She wildly reached out for a condom that she was sure was in the nightstand drawer but Arizona grabbed her hand.
"Let's make a baby!" Arizona said in a breathy whisper
"But you are already carrying my baby!"
"You don't know that!"
"I know", Callie said as she bent down to suck the beating flesh of Arizona's neck, marking her favourite spot.
Arizona laughed, as her body squirmed beneath her lover, she moved her head to the side, exposing more of her neck to the brunette's wandering mouth, "You should know that pregnant shouldn't be drinking then", she added between giggles.
Callie froze and lifted her head up, "I didn't knew that…"
Arizona laughed again and pulled down Callie's face for another searing kiss.
"So? We'll learn on the go. Let's increase our chances!" she reached down and grabbed Callie's erection that was poking at her belly, and lined the hard shaft against her sex, and then lifted her hips up.
Callie smiled and then kissed her swollen lips again as she pushed herself inside Arizona's sex to the hilt.
Home, sweet home.
The feeling of entering her lover without any barrier was indescribable to her.
Arizona stared up at Callie, as her powerful thrusts shook her. She raked her fingers down Callie's back until she reached her ass. She squeezed it as Callie ground deeper and deeper into her dripping wet sex.
Callie kissed Arizona again, resting her body further down onto Arizonas', feeling her full round breasts meld onto her own swaying globes. Their hips connected and rocked back and forth in a rhythm that only their bodies knew. A dance that their bodies had memorized with each other.
Arizona licked and kissed Callie's collarbone, tasting the slight salty mixture of her sweat. She closed her eyes again, feeling that familiar itch in her lower section that only Callie could scratch. Callie always seemed to reach places within her that she didn't know existed. Her toes hurt as they flexed and her legs began to shake. It was coming. Again. Her breath was shortened and she could feel herself panting.
"You're going to come for me, baby?" she heard Callie whisper in her ear. She nodded her head, when she felt Callie's teeth bite down on her neck.
"Oww," Arizona moaned.
"I asked you a question, and you didn't answer it," Callie growled.
"Yes, Callie, I'm about to c-come," Arizona said, as her sex tightened around Callie's length and her eyes rolled back. "Aahh, Callie...oh, baby," was all she could manage as wave after wave of delight washed over her body.
"That's it sweetheart," Callie said, as she began to pick up the pace for her own release. It had been too damn long since she had felt Arizona's body respond to her. She could feel herself losing control, as she continued to force her full length into Arizona. She could feel Arizona's womanhood clamping around her member, forcefully massaging it. "Oh, Arizona...shit". Callie pushed deep and released a flood of cum into her. After a few moments, Callie stilled herself, as her lower half produced minor spasms until she was completely spent.
Neither one could move a muscle, nor did they want to. But Callie soon realized that she was probably crushing Arizona. She tried to roll off of her, but Arizona held onto her.
"No, don't move yet," Arizona whimpered.
Callie looked down into Arizona's still darkened azures. They were misted over and her mouth was slightly parted, as if she wanted to say something else.
"I'm not going anywhere, baby," Callie assured her, as she kept their bodies connected.
Arizona raised up and kissed her. And when she laid her head back down on the bed, she stared up at Callie . "I love you."
"I love you more," Callie whispered as she felt her shaft stirring again. Yes, they were both going to be sore from this reunion.
Later that night, after two more sessions of lovemaking, Callie and Arizona lay in bed, still entangled in each other's arms and legs.
At first, Arizona couldn't tell if Callie had fallen asleep, but every few minutes she would feel Callie's lips against her forehead, and she knew that Callie wasn't. She always felt so safe in Callie's arms. Strong arms that held her as though she were some precious gem. Perhaps it was because in this moment she felt safe, or satisfied, but whatever the reason, a calm came over Arizona, and she could no longer deny it. She had sacrificed things all her life, and mostly she didn't have a choice. But now she would make sacrifices for something she truly wanted more than anything else...and it was clearly her choice.
"Callie, I can handle it," Arizona said, as she kissed the tips of Callie's fingers
"Handle what, baby?" Callie asked, her sleepy voice betraying her.
"This. Your job, your lifestyle, everything. I mean, I can't promise that it won't be hard for me, but I will try. I love you and I don't want to be apart from you. And I promise I won't give up on you again," Arizona admitted, lifting her head to gauge Callie's reaction.
Callie stared down at her. She didn't say anything, but she kissed her hard. Arizona knew this would be a long road to travel, but for her, there really was no other option. She had to be with Callie. She can't imagine her life without her. She shifted her body, so that she was straddling Callie, with her head resting on Callie's chest. She loved the feel of Callie's breasts softly rising and falling with each breath, nipples puckering ever so lightly.
"Arizona?" Callie asked.
"Hmm?" she replied, not bothering to lift her head.
"Do you think I'll be a good mother? I didn't even knew that pregnant women are not allowed to drink alcohol. How am I supposed to raise a child when I know nothing about it?"
Arizona lifted her head to meet the doubtful brown orbs below her, "No one knows how to raise a baby Calliope ... .we will learn on the go. For all I knew, one test kit was supposed to confirm this pregnancy and look where we are"
"But I'm not cut out to be a mom, Arizona. I don't bake. I'm not motherly. I now know that I want kids, Arizona. More than anything. I want a family with you. But I'm not ready to be a mom!"
"So don't be. Just be a parent. Just nurture, protect, care and provide, honey, because that's what moms do. Don't let the stereotypes confuse you"
Silence befall over them as they both took in the gravity of the situation they were in. Arizona snuggled back into Callie's chest as the brunette brought her hands to wrap around her body.
"Do you still want to know about my brother, Bobby?" Callie asked.
But this question, however, caused Arizona to raise her head again. She hesitated a moment before she said "If you don't want to talk about it, we don't have to."
Callie exhaled, "No, I probably should. Bobby was...well, nothing like me. All-round nice guy. He had an interesting sense of humor and usually made friends with everyone. But God, could he talk. Never shut up."
Arizona laughed, as she rested her head back onto Callie's chest.
"And he never got punished by my mom. She never could, because as soon as she would get mad at him, he would flash this big smile or puppy dog look, and she was done. Had mom completely wrapped around his finger. Hmm, let me think what else I could tell you," Callie said more to herself, than Arizona. "I guess something else that was interesting about him was that he hated fighting and violence. Didn't even like violent movies, but he never turned his nose up at my father and I, like my other siblings did."
Arizona laced her fingers through Callie's larger ones, as she continued to listen. It was extremely rare when Callie shared something, and she always felt so special when she did. She almost didn't want to move, so she wouldn't break whatever connection they had at the moment.
Callie cleared her throat. "I think one of the reasons he was like that, was because of an incident that happened when we were kids. We had gotten my father's handgun and like idiots, were playing with it, even though we had been warned a hundred times. Mark was over at our house that day, and said he could tell it wasn't loaded. So Bobby started swinging it around and then pointed it at my mom's favorite vase and shot. That vase broke and it was so loud, I swear I heard it ringing in my ears for days. Bobby dropped the gun and never picked another one up. It scared the shit out of him. But oh, did my father wear our asses out for that," Callie laughed.
"Oh my God, he should have," Arizona laughed, thinking about the three of them looking devilish in the photo she had observed at Lucia's house.
Both were quiet as several minutes passed. Arizona wasn't sure if Callie was done talking. She waited a few minutes longer before she said anything.
"You know, your brother...his personality kinda reminds me of Carina. don't you think?"
Callie thought about it. Over the years, she had tried not to think about Bobby, but now remembering a few of his brother's traits...yes, he and Carina were similar. Like her brother, the Italian was enamoured by Callie, but still always scared of what she does. "Yeah, I guess she does. I always knew I liked that little prick for some reason."
Arizona giggled again. "She's a good woman, Callie. You just make her nervous all the time."
"Good," Callie whispered, then laughed when Arizona swatted at her arm.
"She would give anything to be like you. She thinks you're the coolest woman in the world. But don't tell her I told you this," Arizona said.
"I wouldn't dream of it." Callie thought about how Carina could help her with her newest project. She needed to set that plan into motion as soon as possible. She won't be telling Arizona anything about it until everything is finalised.
Callie seemed to be deep in thought when Arizona interrupted her. "Callie?"
"Yes?"
"Want to tell me about the first time you cried?" Arizona felt Callie's body tense up beneath her. Maybe she was prying too much. Callie would tell her more things in time. Callie didn't have to give her her whole life story tonight while lying in bed. "Nevermind, I'm sorry. I'm being way too nosey."
Arizona felt Callie's muscles relax, and she hugged her tighter. She was about to tell Callie that she was ready for round four, when Callie spoke.
"About ten years ago, was the first time I cried. It was the day I had to identify my brother's...remains."
Arizona looked up at Callie, trying her best not to look so shocked. She shifted herself so that her face was hovering over Callie. She lowered her lips to Callie and kissed her. "Baby, you don't have to tell me if you're not ready." She saw Callie nod her head, but Callie didn't say anything, which was definitely out of character for Callie. Callie hated when people did that.
Callie opened her mouth, but nothing came out. Then finally after a few seconds, she said "I'm fine. I just haven't talked about this in a long...ever, actually. I've never said a word to anyone, not even Mark."
More silence. Arizona waited, looking into Callie's eyes. Callie was avoiding eye contact with her, but she knew this was probably one of the most difficult things Callie had done.
"That day I thought I could take it. I wanted so badly to believe it wasn't my baby brother, you know. I always thought I could protect him. But when the police called my father and I into the morgue to identify his hea...fuck."
Arizona felt Callie's breath quicken as she turned her head away from Arizona. Arizona slowly turned Callie's head back toward her. Although the room was dark, she could see the slight moisture in the corners of Callie's eyes. "Ssh, you don't have to say any more. I love you," Arizona whispered, kissing Callie again and again.
It was so long ago, Callie thought it couldn't possibly affect her the same way, but she was wrong. All of those feelings that she had been avoiding for ten years came crashing down on her. And what made it even harder on her was that she still looked at Bobby as a seven year old who wore a Superman cape for almost a year straight. He had worn it to school, to the dinner table, to bed...for a solid year, he wouldn't part with it. It had come with a Halloween costume of Callie's, that she soon regretted giving to her little brother. Or Callie would remember him as the annoying twelve year old who followed her around everywhere she went. At the time it had been frustrating, but she later learned it was because Bobby thought of her as his idol or hero. It took her mother telling her that for Callie to understand. That happened one day when Bobby interrupted a make-out session Callie was having with some neighborhood girl, because Bobby wanted to play baseball. When Callie complained to her mom about Bobby's ever present nature, she left out the make-out session, but got an explanation as to why Bobby was following her every move.
"He's your younger brother and he loves you. Even though you two are only a year apart, he would love nothing more than to be just like you. And you should be proud of that, Callie. Not annoyed. You're your brother's keeper, you know," her mom had told her years ago. Why the hell couldn't she have kept him safe?
"Callie, it's not your fault what happened to him," Arizona whispered, bringing Callie out of the past. Callie looked up at Arizona's concerned, yet loving face.
"I should have been able to protect him better than that."
"Don't think about it," Arizona said, laying small kisses all over Callie's face.
No, she wouldn't think about it anymore. She grabbed Arizona and rolled her onto her back. Callie was ready to feel her wrapped around herself for the...well, she had lost count.
The next morning, Arizona pried her eyes open when she smelled the sinful aroma of French toast. She freshened up in the bathroom, put on a robe, and then walked into the kitchen.
"Good morning, Arizona," Callie said, placing Arizona's breakfast on the counter, as she entered.
"Good morning. And do you ever get any sleep?" Arizona asked, as she stood on her tip toes to deliver Callie a kiss.
"Sometimes," Callie admitted.
Arizona looked at her food. "This whole domestic side of you is still such a surprise. I'm trying to get used to it." Arizona placed a forkful in her mouth, and wanted to moan with how good it was, when she noticed Callie wasn't eating. "Are you not eating?"
"No, I don't like French toast."
"Then why did you make it?"
"Because I know you like it. I'm not really big on sugary foods first thing in the morning," Callie stated, as she opened the morning paper and dipped on her black coffee. Arizona watched her as she ate. Callie looked as though she had a lot on her mind.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
"Yes," Callie answered, but didn't offer any more.
Arizona nodded as she stuffed more food into her mouth. When she was done, she turned to look at Callie, who was observing her. "That...was so good."
"Glad you liked it," Callie said, although Arizona could tell her mind was still elsewhere.
Arizona stood up and stretched. "Hey, I didn't even check, but are all the clothes you bought for me still here?"
"Of course."
"Okay. I have to get dressed and go to Oysters. Derek texted the other day that we re-opened yesterday. And hey we can go to the clinic in the afternoon or maybe you can go and pick up the results?."
That brought Callie's mind back into focus. "What?"
Arizona started to walk to the back of the loft. "I need to go back to work soon. I have rent. April probably thinks I've moved out...if she's even there. I swear that girl spends so much time away," Arizona yelled over her shoulder as she entered the bathroom.
She quickly showered and then walked to the bedroom and into the closet, with a small light blue towel wrapped around her body. She began shuffling through the clothes. Arizona looked behind her and noticed Callie leaning against the door frame watching her. Oh, she could be playful. She slowly pulled the towel from her body and dropped it to the floor. She stood there completely naked, with her backside to Callie's open stare.
"Hmm, what to wear," Arizona said to herself, smiling, knowing Callie was looking. After a few seconds, she felt Callie's arms snake around her as Callie buried her face into the side of her neck. Arizona tilted her head back and moaned as Callie lightly bit her favorite area….marking her for everyone to see.
Callie slid her hands to Arizona's breasts and began to squeeze and roll her tight strawberry nipples between her fingers. And the further Arizona stuck her tits out for Callie's pleasure, the more her fleshy ass pushed into Callie's crotch. Damn, the woman was already hard.
Arizona parted her mouth to moan when she felt Callie's hand grasp her neck and tighten. "Callie," Arizona whispered, as she felt Callie's other hand slowly travel down her stomach and stop at the entrance to her essence. Callie's fingers lightly grazed her sensitive folds as she rubbed her clit.
Arizona couldn't think, she didn't know where to put her arms, so she placed one up and behind her to grip Callie's hair and the other she placed over top of Callie's hand that was exploring her soaking sex.
"You want it?" Callie teased close to her ear, squeezing her neck harder as she slowly inserted two fingers inside her. Such sweet torture.
"Callie...," was all Arizona could manage.
"Tell me. Do you want it?" Callie growled.
"Yes, Calliope."
"What do you want?"
"I—I want you to make me cum," Arizona whispered, right before Callie inserted a third finger and began pumping in and out at a faster pace.
"Ooh, God, ooohh," Arizona muttered, as her body jerked. But Callie's arms kept her from moving too far, as she continued to lovingly assault her womanhood. Callie wasn't reducing her speed, and she was quickly driving Arizona crazy with her unrelenting attack. Arizona just couldn't take it. And no more sounds could escape her throat as Callie's hand gently tightened again.
Arizona's back was pressed tightly to Callie's front, and she loved the feel of being totally naked when Callie was fully dressed. It made her feel...freaky, and she loved it. Arizona felt herself gasping for air right as her lower region exploded and she saw stars. Her legs felt wobbly and the butterflies in her sex that traveled to her stomach and up her spine made her entire body feel as though it were on fire. Arizona could feel the sticky, wet feeling between her legs, as Callie released her neck and removed all but one finger. One finger that continued to tease her delicate and overly sensitive clit.
"Oh, damn," Arizona whispered to herself. When Callie finally removed the last finger, Arizona turned around and kissed her. She felt Callie's tongue rolling around in her mouth, and still she wanted more.
When they pulled apart, Callie watched in awe as Arizona grabbed the hand she had made Arizona come with, and began sucking off her own juices. One by one Arizona sucked and licked each of the three fingers which were covered in her juices.
"Mmm," she moaned, and then raised up on her toes to kiss Callie again. Callie was so hard, it hurt. She wanted to fuck Arizona crazy. Screw gentleness.
Arizona watched in anticipation as Callie quickly removed her black shirt and pulled down her slacks and underwear in one go. She squealed when Callie picked her up and roughly held her against one of the closet walls. Callie braced her arms underneath her legs and held them far apart. Arizona could tell by the look in Callie's eyes, that this was purely lust, and about Callie's own release only. She braced herself as Callie swiftly entered her to the hilt. She gasped from the suddenness of Callie's entire thick member penetrating her so forcefully.
Callie could feel her cheeks clenching as she pounded into Arizona over and over again, never yielding. She was so close.
"Do you want me?" Callie asked, breaking Arizona out of her daze.
"Yes," Arizona whispered, wrapping her arms around Callie's neck and resting her head on Callie's shoulder while Callie's body pumped ferociously in and out of her.
Her simple answer was all Callie needed to push her over the edge. Callie felt that wonderful, well-known feeling as her length jerked and began squirting her essence deep into Arizona. Callie groaned as it seemed to last forever and she felt her knees giving. When Callie was sure she didn't have a drop left, she slowly pulled out of Arizona and let her rest her feet on the ground.
"Callie, that was-," Arizona started, but Callie cut her off by kissing her. Her swollen lips tasted so good. Every part of her tasted so good.
When they finally parted, Arizona grabbed her towel and tried to take a second quick shower, but Callie joined her and 'quick' turned into almost an hour long escapade. They were definitely making up for any lost time together.
They both finally made it back into the closet to look for clothes. When Arizona was dressed, she turned to look as Callie was watching her again. Callie had yet to put on a shirt, and only had on her slacks and black bra. And damn, if she didn't look like an ad for...something sexy. 'Down girl,' Arizona thought, as she was about to walk past Callie.
Callie held out her arm, blocking Arizona's exit. "Yeah, about Oysters...we need to talk about that," she said.
"Why, what's wrong?" Arizona asked.
"I don't want you working there anymore. One, it's not safe."
"I thought that's why you got rid of...sort everything out. So now it should be safe, right?"
Callie stuck her hands in her pockets. "You're right. It should be. So, the real gripe I have is I don't like you working at a place that you co-own with the Shepherds"
Arizona shook her head. "Nope. Not happening. Derek is a nice guy Callie, you really need to make amends"
"I'm not worried about Derek. I'm concerned with Amelia."
"Why? Isn't she in Savannah or somewhere."
"She still can have people do business for her here"
"I already told you Callie. I don't want to live in constant fear."
Arizona backed away from Callie and walked out of the closet. She went down the hall, and grabbed her purse from the table. Before she could make it to the door, Callie grabbed her arm.
"Wait, I'm not done talking about this," Callie said, pulling Arizona towards her.
"Callie, there's nothing more to discuss. I understand your concerns, but it's my restaurant."
"You do realize that you don't have to work. You know I'll take care of you," Callie whispered to her.
Arizona pulled away. "You see Callie, that's—that's exactly what people think. I—I," Arizona tried, but couldn't finish. This whole thing couldn't be more frustrating.
Both of them stood there staring at each other.
"I forgot to tell you last night, but Detective Avery came to see me while I was at the hotel," Arizona mentioned, breaking the silence.
Son of a bitch. Callie exhaled to keep her temper in check. "What did he want?"
"He just asked me questions about our relationship and if I knew of anything illegal that you've done. Of course I played dumb. He thinks that I'm just your girlfriend who you pay to sleep with. And I let him think it so he wouldn't ask more questions, but I—I don't like that people think that about me. And I realize that it started out that way, but I don't want people to continue to think that way. I have put so much effort into starting something of my own, Callie. I won't just give it away." Arizona said, quickly wiping a small tear in the corner of her eye.
Avery had been behind her for years now. And Callie wanted nothing more than to punch him in his smug face. She could see the embarrassment on Arizona's face of dealing with people thinking this way. Avery, her father, Amelia, Penny...hell probably more people than Callie realized because they never said it to her face. They just looked down on Arizona. And Arizona had never said a word about it until now. And this was all because of the way she had treated Arizona. Callie had no one to blame but herself.
"Well, work or not, people are going to think what they want, but at least I feel better about myself if I don't sit around your loft all day waiting for you to come and...well, you know."
Callie knew she would have to lose this battle to win the war. It was her fault and she would have to deal with it. Plus, she had some other matters to attend to. She slowly nodded and turned to walk toward the bedroom.
Arizona wasn't sure if she should follow Callie, or just walk out of the door. She chose to leave, because she at least needed to see if April hadn't blown up her restaurant yet.
AN 1 - Alright gays! What do we think? Is Arizona pregnant or not?
AN 2 - Thoughts on this one? Steamy enough?
AN 3 - Do check out my period romance fic Unholy.
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