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Chapter 6

Erica watched the tropical fish swimming in their tank, lips tight and expression cold. "Erica, we've been here for 20 minutes and you haven't said a word. Will you at least share what brought you here?" The blonde whipped her head to glare at the psychiatrist. Dr. Wyatt had been respectable for the past 20 minutes, but Erica guessed she was getting tired of it. "I walked in on Callie kissing Arizona Robbins." Dr. Wyatt was about to say something when she was stopped by the raising of the surgeon's hand. "If you ask me how that makes me feel, I swear I will surgically remove your tongue!" The older woman shook her head, continuing when Erica finally gave a small nod for her to go on. "I was going to ask why it bothers you. Every session we have had consists of you ranting your feelings about things that have happened in your everyday life, but what about your feelings towards Callie? What do you feel when you're around her? What did you feel when she speaks to you?" The psychiatrist couldn't help the smirk that crossed her face when she was given a menacing look by the blonde. "I….still have feelings for her. I never stopped feeling something for her. The moment I left Seattle, I wanted to come back and be with her, hold her…..but now she's with Ms. Sunshine and I can't let those feelings go anywhere! I came here to start over. No more relationships, no more friendships, just work." Dr. Wyatt shook her head in dismay, earning another glare from Erica. "Look, you can't just cut your feelings off. You are human, Erica, you have feelings and you can't hide from them." Erica looked away, tears threatening to fall. "I still have dreams, okay! I…I shouldn't have them anymore but I do, and I like them, I use them to….fulfill needs." It took the older woman a minute before she realized what the blonde meant. "You mean you have sex fantasies? About Callie, I presume. There's nothing wrong with that. You're a woman and you have needs, you crave sexual attention and since you have feelings for Callie, she is your main character in those sex fantasies. The one thing you have to realize is that, although you may think it'll work out now, hiding your feelings and fulfilling your needs with sex fantasies isn't healthy. You're a woman who wants and needs a relationship. It's obvious you are hoping for only one person to share that relationship with, but reserving yourself for something that might not happen isn't healthy or safe." Before Erica could reply, the room was filled with the shrill sound of her pager. "I have to go….I'll take what you said into consideration. Just know I won't be ready to do this right away… you'll need to give me time." When the psychiatrist had nodded, Erica took it as a sign she could go.

A chart was thrust into her chest as Erica made her way to her destination. "56 year-old male, he's had three heart attacks and now his heart is failing altogether, he's just received a heart and we need you to perform the transplant." She nodded to the nurse and made her way into the room. "So, Mr…Johnson, how are we feeling today?" She looked up to see a pale man sleeping, oxygen mask covering his thin lips and nose. "Hmh, never mind." She left the room and headed to the nurses' station to start filling in the chart. When she heard another chart hit the counter, she looked up, mentally kicking herself when she saw who it was. Deciding now would be an excellent time to book an OR, Erica made her way around the station, her breath hitching when she made contact with the other figure. "Um, book an OR for 1 o'clock Olivia." When the nurse had confirmed that OR 3 would be ready at 1, Erica went to the surgical board to write in her surgery. She looked back and the first thing she noticed was a perfect ass, sticking out a little farther due to the body leaning against the counter. 'Huh, how could I forget that ass. The perfect ass of Calliope Iphegenia Torres.. yeah, totally unforgettable.' Erica caught herself staring and sighed. This was definitely going to be a problem. The fact that she was mad at the Latina and still thought about getting in her pants was a little surprising to her, but, like Dr. Wyatt said, she was a woman and craved sexual attention. The only problem was, she wanted it with a certain gorgeous, tan and tall woman with whom she caught kissing a different blonde in a dirty bar bathroom. 'Time for an on-call room session for one' Erica had discovered online that a really good way to relax after or before a stressful event was to feel pleasure, feel the adrenaline and endorphins rushing inside you. Basically, a great stress-reliever was to have an orgasm. At first, the blonde had found that repulsive, but after a super horrible day at work she had given it a try and found that the studies were correct—hell, they were really accurate. Once she had found an empty on-call room, she sat on the single bed and closed her eyes, trying to find something to arouse her. Her thoughts immediately went to before Callie and her had gotten together, when Erica was feeling an attraction but was too scared to admit it. She thought about the time they had gone to sunrise yoga, when Callie and her had been covered in sweat and were getting ready to shower.

Erica and Callie entered the locker room, breathing heavily and glistening with sweat. When they reached their lockers, Callie had turned to Erica and bit her lip nervously. "Um, it's just one large showering area, I hope you don't mind." The blonde had breathed deeply, trying to stay calm for her and the Latina's sake. "Oh, um, no it's fine. We're both women, right?" Callie had laughed nervously before meeting Erica's eyes. Before Erica knew it, the younger woman was stripping, never breaking eye contact. Eventually, the blonde couldn't resist and took in the other woman's form. Her curves were perfect, her skin was smooth and glistening from the work-out they had just finished. Her breasts were full and beautiful, rising and falling with each steady breath. Her stomach was toned and smoothed, perfectly tanned all around. Her legs were long and muscular, no doubt from sports in previous years. Erica dared not look at what was between the Latina's legs, knowing it would ruin her if she did. As if on command, she, too, began stripping of her sweat-sodden clothes. Erica tried to hold back a smirk when chocolate eyes began to roam her body. Before either could say anything, the blonde wrapped a towel around herself, finally deciding enough had been enough. Callie followed suit and began to head to the showers, "You coming, Dr. Hahn?" Erica smirked, holding back the urge to shout 'pretty much.' And followed.

Erica came back to reality and found herself close to the much-needed orgasm. She continued her work, picturing all the special times she had shared with the Latina, until she finally released. Her head flew back and hips arched off the bed as she got the most out of the release. When her hips fell to the bed again, she removed her hand and made her way to the door, only to find a figure standing, shell-shocked, in front of it. 'Damn, the world hates me!'

Callie's POV

Callie had stood at the nurses' station, hoping to get the blonde to talk to her, but had only resulted in filling out her chart. When she was alone, she decided to finally give up and head to the on-call room for some much-needed rest. When she had opened the door, Callie had found Erica on the single bed, eyes closed, hands in pants, and couldn't resist watching. When she watched the blonde's release, she felt a tingle surge through her body—only to be replaced with panic when she found herself face-to-face with her. "I, um, I suppose now wouldn't be the best time to try and talk about last night? The…..bathroom and stuff?" She looked hopefully into Erica's blue-grey eyes, but found nothing but embarrassment in them. "No, now's not a good time." With that, the blonde was gone, leaving Callie alone to take in everything that had just happened.

Callie was sitting in the ER, playing around with a stapler, when she heard something wheel down the hall and stop in front of the desk. "Calliope, how are you today?" She looked up to meet bright, cheerful blue eyes. "Fine, I suppose. Just a little confused." Arizona cocked her head to one side. "Confused about what, exactly? Is it something I can help you with?" Callie choked on her yawn, that last sentence had collided with other feelings she was having and caused an awkward moment. "Um, as much as I would need that kind of help, no…I don't think you could fix something as broken and mangled as this." The Peds. Surgeon gave her a pitying look and continued. "Well, when you need a…helping hand, just let me know." She gave the dumbstruck Latina a wink and rolled away. Callie watched as the woman rolled away, not exactly knowing what to do. She knew she shouldn't let the blonde continue the flirting, she felt bad when hope showed in Arizona's eyes. She loved Erica, she would never stop loving her. Arizona didn't know that, though, she only saw a struggling Orthopedic surgeon who needed love—Callie did need love, but again, she only wanted one person to give her that love. She looked at her watch and saw that she was finally off, going to return to the locker room. On her way to her destination, she noticed a blonde figure walking towards her, when she met the blonde's blue-grey eyes, the figure turned away. 'Damn, she's avoiding me.. Well no shit, you walked in on her pleasing herself!' Callie sighed and walked down to the locker room. When she entered she saw her man-whore of a friend, Mark, fiddling around with his phone. "Mark, time to be my friend again." The older man looked up and smirked. "On-call room?" She rolled her eyes and straddled the bench, facing him. "I sort of walked in on Erica….you know." She waited until Mark understood what she meant, knowing he had when his smirk grew into a wide smile. "Damn, that's hot! Did you join her?" Callie gave him a look that said 'What do you think?' before continuing. "Now she's totally avoiding me and I can't explain the kiss she walked in on in the bar last night." Before Mark could answer, his phone rang. He looked at the caller ID and immediately ran out, a wide grin crossing his face. "And there goes my only friend." Callie sighed and changed, when she had finished she headed for the elevators, hoping to finally get some rest. When the doors opened, her breath hitched. The other occupant of the elevator was no other than Erica Hahn, the woman who wanted nothing to do with her. Part of the elevator ride was quiet, until Callie found the urge to speak. "Erica-" Before she could finish, she felt lips crushing against hers. At first the kiss was hurried, but soon it became heated and soft. Callie moaned as soft hands roamed her body, a knee lodging between her legs. *Ding* The elevator door opened, and Callie opened her eyes to find herself alone. 'Holy shit.'

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