And then there it was again, that smile. This time, it wasn't as broad as before, and it wasn't a happy smile, but it still made Arizona's heart beat just a bit faster, and almost made her forget what had just happened. "Yes, this woman is definitely going to help me get through this!" the blonde thought as she couldn't help but return the smile.
"What the hell was that?" Leaning against the door of Daniel Robbins' room, which she had left just seconds ago, Callie struggled to build coherent thoughts. What had just happened in there?
Before she'd walked in, she'd been reading Danny's file, a sad case, wounded soldier who would probably succumb to his injuries and die. The fact that he was a hero, dying for his country, would hardly ease the pain.
She'd also been briefed on his sister, who apparently had been at the hospital every day since the accident, who had given up her job to be with her brother as much as possible, and who, according to the nurses, was slowly slipping into a depression. Callie had felt sorry for her, it had to be hard, giving up your entire life just to be sitting next to somebody you loved so much, and to see them slowly slip away. Swallowing her rising gloom, she'd walked over to D. Robbins' room, knocked and opened the door.
Scanning the room, her gaze quickly landed on a small woman sitting next to the hospital bed, looking at her with a look full of anticipation and hope. The blonde's steely blue eyes started wandering down Callie's body almost immediately, shortly pausing at her lips and chest, then slowly moving over her stomach down to her bare legs. The woman's blatant staring flattered her, but at the same time made her self-conscious and somewhat uncomfortable… after all, it was a woman giving her those looks. Then again, had a man been mustering her like that, she would've probably been offended.
Callie let her own gaze wander, taking in the blonde's beautiful, slightly wavy hair that was flowing over her shoulders, her intense blue eyes, still fixated on her own body, her cute little nose and slightly agape pink lips.
"Her cute little nose? Where the hell did that come from? Pull it together, Callie!" the brunette thought to herself. Her eyes still lingering over the other woman's appearance, she noticed her lean arms and body, which had probably lost some of its strength during the last couple of months.
Closing her eyes and forcibly keeping herself from looking at the smaller woman's chest, Callie slightly shook her head and cleared her throat. Getting the blonde's full attention again, their eyes met, sucking the Ortho surgeon into yet another moment full of thoughts with no medical relevance whatsoever.
Now here she was, only meters from the woman on her mind, trying to figure out what was going on. Callie couldn't even bring herself to thinking about her having willingly ignored her patient's condition and instead having opted to stare into the eyes of a woman she'd met only minutes earlier… deep, deep blue eyes, filled with questions….
"Oh, for Christ's sake, snap out of it, Callie!"
Letting out a deep breath, she grabbed her pager and sent a quick message. This was exactly what she needed right now, to be able to think straight again. Depositing D. Robbins' file at the nurses' station, she made her way down the hall, to the left, into an on-call room.
Already there, waiting for her, was the tall and ridiculously handsome Dr Mark Sloan who was just about to take off his shoes, followed by his scrub top and pants. "Hello gorgeous!", he greeted her, and pulled her into a fierce hug. Callie couldn't help but smile to herself, happy to just be in the moment and not having to worry about any consequences... oh, the sweet concept of Friends with Benefits! She took a few steps back, while toeing off her shoes and disposing of her own scrubs, and took some time to look her friend up and down. His short, greying hair, his face with strong, manly features, that cheeky smile she liked so much, his trimmed beard, strong chest and muscular body. That exact sight had always driven her crazy, but now, she was almost a bit disappointed. His body wasn't soft, but tough, his hair not long and silky but pared and spiky, his eyes filled with nothing more than pure lust.
"Lust! That's exactly what you want, Callie! What you need! So get it on already!" she lectured herself, moving in to press her body against his and throwing them onto the closest bunk. Mark immediately tightened his grip around her, trailing his hands down her sides, grabbing her hips and topping her. She groaned into the kiss, without words complaining about him always being the one in control, but tolerated his actions.
She let him continue on, until his lips left hers and wandered southwards, his beard scratching down her stomach. With a sigh of frustration she pulled his head up, pushed him off of her and got up. "Sorry Mark, I just… I don't know, I'm not in the mood anymore.", she half-heartedly explained while putting back on her pants, top and shoes. "Maybe later, ok?" She quickly dashed out the door, leaving behind a very confused and slightly agitated plastic surgeon.