Disclaimer: This is AU. I do not own any of the characters from Grey's Anatomy. I just manipulate them to my will. Also, any line or phrase or setting that seems remotely familiar from any other show, movie or book, also not mine. I borrow…
Prompt: Arizona's reaction to Callie laughing at her in bed? Arizona unwittingly pulls a move out of Erica's book or says "it's like glasses." She means it to be sweet and heartfelt, but it makes Callie laugh.
AN: So, I don't think the prompter meant for it to be quite as… dirty. But… ain't even sorry. Content warning, it could get slippery.
Jealousy In All Its Glory
"We shouldn't be doing this." Callie whispers but a frenzied Arizona doesn't hear her. Instead heated lips burn against caramel skin as the blonde leaves a trail of kisses down the ortho goddess's neck. "Arizona… you heard the Chief, we could get in trouble." Torres tries again but her body betrays her when a moan spills from deep within her.
"If you're quiet no one will know." Arizona growls, her teeth sinking into the thin flesh of her wife's collarbone.
It's the middle of the day and both surgeons are at work, or… they should be working but somehow they've found themselves in a dark and empty on-call room. Just this morning Owen Hunt, Chief of Surgery, told his staff that there was too much 'extracurricular activities' going on in the on-call rooms, and not enough actual sleeping. Nurses, interns, residents, attendings, even drug reps are more often than not found in those on-call rooms with less than an appropriate amount of clothes. And Owen isn't happy about it. …And when the Chief ain't happy, no one's happy.
Normally Arizona wouldn't push the line, after all she has a thing about authority figures, and if she and her wife had just been able to finish this morning the blonde would be perfectly fine. But that didn't happen. No, instead what happened was their daughter decided to throw a temper tantrum right in the middle of their 'special' time which resulted in both Callie Torres and Arizona Robbins leaving home wet and unsatisfied.
And then Arizona had to sit through a meeting, one where the woman that drives her crazy is right next to her, and hear that sex in the on-call rooms are forbidden? That's just not right. No. Tell a kid that they're not allowed to have a toy, and what happens? They want that toy a hundred times over. …And Arizona is no different.
The peds surgeon's hands slip under her wife's scrub top, roughly palming her breasts. "I've been thinking about doing this all day." She groans, swallowing a gasp from the Latina as her lips take Callie's in a hard kiss.
For as much as Callie knows they shouldn't be doing this, the idea of a frantic and sex-hungry Arizona makes her knees tremble with desire. It's not often that the blonde gets that savage look in her eyes, but when it happens, it always leaves Callie breathless and begging for more.
Tanned hands reach forward to cup her wife's face, but Arizona is having none of it. The blonde snatches the Latina's hands mid air and pins them above their head, Arizona's burning center pushing her wife against the wall and keeping her from moving.
Using her free hand, Arizona slips beneath Callie's scrub bottoms and cups her mound, groaning when she feels how damp her wife's panties are. "Tell me again to stop." Arizona dares the woman, dark blue eyes staring into brown. "Tell me you're not getting off on this." A shiver runs down Callie's spine and she blushes at how turned on she is in this moment.
"That's what I thought." Arizona husks in her wife's ear. "You love it, don't you? You want to get fucked against this wall. You get off on the idea of getting caught…"
"Jesus…" Callie whimpers, then gasps when two fingers enter her roughly. Her cry is cut off by Arizona biting her bottom lip, the blonde pumping in and out of her wife at a frenzied pace.
It doesn't take long for a tightness to pull at Callie's center, another thrust and a swipe against her bundle of nerves sending the Latina falling over the edge. Arizona's lips suck at a caramel neck, tingling from the vibrations of Callie's low, muffled groan of pleasure.
Taking pity on the woman, who is now dazed and breathing hard, Arizona retracts her fingers and pulls away enough to survey her wife. Brown eyes are glazed over and the trace beginnings of sweat coating her forehead, Callie's jaw dropping when she watches the blonde bring fair fingers up to her mouth, Arizona sucking the Latina's juices from her fingers with a moan.
"So good…" Arizona whispers roughly, taking a step back from the ortho goddess and pulling her navy scrub top up and over blonde hair. "Take off your pants." She commands.
"What?" Callie pants, her mind still not caught up.
Robbins fists the front of Callie's top and tugs the woman away from the wall, turning her and pushing her back towards a freshly made bunk bed. "Take. Off. Your pants."
A scene flashes across brown eyes, one that clears that haze from the Latina's mind. One that happened years and years ago, in this very same on-call room with another blonde hair blue eyed surgeon. Before she knows it Callie is laughing out loud.
Blue eyes furrow in confusion, Arizona not knowing what the hell just happened. Just a moment ago the atmosphere was hot and intense and… fucking hot. But now? Now Callie is laughing at her. "What?" Arizona asks, not hiding her annoyance.
"Nothing." Callie answers, trying hard to stop laughing. She manages an even look for all of two seconds before that scene plays through her mind again, a deep laugh spilling from her lips again.
"Calliope!" Arizona whines, all sense of being in charge now ripped from the blonde and she's not happy about it. "What's so funny?!"
Callie closes the distance between them and kisses her wife softly, still trying to stem her fit of laughter. "Nothing, really baby. It's just…"
"Just what?" Arizona asks, now pouting at the turn of events.
The ortho surgeon smiles down at her wife, wondering if it's the best idea to tell her. But she can tell from the look on the blondes face that Arizona isn't going to drop it, so Callie says "It's just… When you said 'take off your pants' I had a flashback." Blue eyes urge her to continue, so the Latina adds "It was when I was with Erica. We were in this on-call room and… and I told her to take her pants off."
Whatever Arizona thought her wife was going to say, this was not it. A flash of jealousy immediately streaks through the blonde, the thought of Callie being with anyone besides her making her blood boil. Hell, Arizona has barely gotten over the fact that she and Mark used to… do stuff. But Mark, in his twisted and interfering way, was good to Callie. But Erica? The woman who hurt her wife so terribly? No, Arizona is not a fan.
Clearing her throat, Arizona tips her head to the side and stares into amused brown eyes in front of her. "So… you were thinking about Erica while… I was making love to you?"
Callie recognizes the flash of jealousy in her wife's blue eyes, and suddenly she feels a bit nervous again. Swallowing the lump in her throat, she mumbles "N-no. No, I-"
But Arizona is no longer in the mood for listening, so she firmly pushes her wife back, Callie falling back on the bed. Suddenly the intensity is back, and the need to wipe any lover from the Latina's mind consumes the blonde. Torres doesn't have a chance to say anything before her pants are yanked off, her arousal coated panties nearly torn from her body.
A tongue gets buried between her legs and Callie's head falls back, a loud cry filling the room. Arizona licks and sucks ferociously, holding her wife's curvy hips against her face by wrapping her arms around Callie's legs. Liquid sex rolls down the blonde's throat, only adding more fuel to the fire.
Someone outside tries to come in, the handle jingling as it struggles against the lock. When they can't get in, a fist pounds against the door but neither woman can hear the muffled voice over the sound of Callie moaning and gasping as Arizona feasts on her sex.
Normally the second time around allows both women to enjoy it more, that need and edge being blunted by an initial release, but the way her wife's tongue is moving against her and the feeling that Arizona is trying to claim her makes Callie quake. She knows she's upset the blonde, but instead of yelling or even giving her the cold shoulder for a while, the blonde has opted to prove a point. And that point is that no one can make Callie feel as good as Arizona can. No one.
And that point is proven when another earth-shattering orgasm rips through the Latina, her body splitting apart and coming back together again as wave after glorious wave of warmth washes over her.
Arizona pulls away, wiping the juices from her face, and slinks up to take her wife in a hard kiss. Callie has yet to recover, and tasting herself on the blonde's tongue only adds to the daze filling the Latina's mind.
With a satisfied smirk, Arizona stares down at Callie and asks "Still thinking about Erica?"
The ortho goddess somehow focuses her eyes and finds blue ones looking down at her, and replies confusedly "Who's Erica?"