The Dance of Deception – Chapter Two – Deceiving
Deceive, deceivingly, deceiving... these three variations of the same word all represent the same thing:
If you deceive someone it basically means that you are purposely tricking them into believing something that's not true.
If you do something deceivingly, you're doing something dishonestly; you're choosing to replace the truth.
If you're being deceiving to someone it means you're misleading them from facts, from the true reality of your world.
Being a deceitful person is quite complicated if you really think about it, you have to replace a version of yourself with a liar, you have to have a quick mind to cover the paths and pasts of your life, you have to remember who you told what to, and you have to make sure you keep it up, there's no going back if you decide to deceive somebody, there's no second chances to change the stories you've created; you have to live the lies you've spun.
There is a loophole to being a deceiving person though; what if the person you were deceiving was yourself? What if you didn't realise that you had been misleading yourself? Is it possible for somebody's subconscious to deceive a person's truths into an eloquent lie? Is it easier for the mind to lie to them instead of letting them deal with their reality?
Callie knew her body was on overload, her mind was racing, her heart was pounding, and her body ached with the need for more, all because of the blonde pressed tightly against her. She knew she'd lost track of time, there was no way in knowing how long she'd been trailing her hands over Erica's body as the blonde continued to devour her mouth.
Erica shifted her hands to the younger woman's shoulders and pushed forcefully at her, in response Callie instantly tightened her grip on the cardio doctor's hips and let herself be pushed backwards. The desperate need for air became apparent by the burning in her lungs and she tore her lips away from the blonde, panting heavily as their eyes met and held.
She watched as the older woman kicked off her shoes and sauntered sexily back towards her; she hurried to kick off her own and rushed forward to capture Erica's beautiful, pouty, kissed bruised lips again; loving the way that berry lip gloss mixed with the taste of alcohol and something so purely Erica Hahn, filled her taste buds.
Erica growled as Callie bit at her bottom lip again, and for the first time since the kissing started, nipped a pathway across her jaw, stopping to nibble at her earlobe before trailing molten kisses down her neck. Clumsy hands pulled her top from her skirt and skittered across the exposed skin of her lower back; nails biting into her flesh as the younger woman returned to her lips.
She let her fingers get lost in Callie's silken hair as she held her firmly against her body; she'd never been as filled with want and desire for another person as she felt right then in that moment. Erica tore her mouth away from the dark-haired woman's and grabbed the hem of her own shirt, ripping it over her head and throwing it to the floor.
Callie watched the material fall to the floor and lifted her heavy gaze back up and over Erica's body, her gorgeous milky skin contrasting perfectly against the darkness of her skirt and bra. She lifted a hand out, trailing a finger over the heated flush that covered the blonde woman's chest; she'd never thought that skin looked more beautiful.
When her gaze finally met back with Erica's she let out a gasp of surprise at the look of pure unadulterated lust she saw on their surface. Before she could move back to claim the older woman's lips, her own were under attack from a skilled tongue; her spine tingled in delight as she sank into the passion of the kiss.
Erica tangled one hand into Callie's hair and titled her head to the side; dipping her head, she revelled in the expanse of exposed skin she came across. She moved her assault of open-mouthed kisses and nips across honey skin, lathing the younger woman's rapid pulse point with her tongue, before nipping at the flesh hard enough to make her name fall from Callie's lips in pleasure.
She used her free hand to scratch down Callie's back, fiddling with the zipper of her dress for a few seconds before grasping it between her fingers and lowering it down as far as it would go. She moved her mouth back to the younger woman's delicious full lips, sucking against them before kissing her deeply.
Callie slipped from Erica's arms and took a few steps towards the stairs. Reaching her hands up to her shoulders she pushed the dress down her body and stepped out of its remains on the floor; smirking when blue eyes scanned every inch of her flesh with a look of hunger.
The blonde licked her lips and twisted to reach the zipper at the side of her skirt, dragging it down she wiggled her hips a little to get it to fall from her hips to the ground ,and swiftly moved towards the sexy younger woman in front of her.
Callie instantly wrapped her arms around the blonde's frame as their lips fused together again; they both moaned at the first contact of their naked flesh connecting, enjoying the way their body heat radiated between them.
The dark-haired woman danced her fingers down to the clasp of the blonde's bra and pouted as she moved out of reach, shaking her head as a playful smirk danced on her lips. She held her hand out and waited for Callie to grasp it before tugging her up the stairs.
They made it half way up the staircase before Callie pushed Erica against the wall and attacked the smooth skin of her neck with her teeth; nibbling away at the blonde's flesh and revelling in the noises she drew from the older woman's mouth in response.
She worked her hands behind Erica's back, luckily flipping open her bra clasp with ease. Callie pulled her mouth away from the blonde's neck and watched in amazement as she pulled the offending item away from Erica's chest. Her rosy nipples tightened instantly as the cool air whipped against her heated skin. Callie found Erica's eyes and groaned as she leant forward to briefly kiss her again.
She dipped her head and took one of the awaiting taut peaks into her mouth, suckling the bud with her lips and bathing it with strokes of her tongue. Erica moaned out into the silence, grabbing a fistful of dark hair in order to hold Callie closer to her chest.
The younger woman grazed the nipple gently with her teeth before moving her attention over to the other; easing her fingers to tease the one she left behind. Erica threw her head back, bumping it against the wall as Callie nipped slightly harder against her sensitive nipples; her already unsteady legs were beginning to wobble and she knew she needed to move them off of the stairs.
She tugged at Callie's hair, drawing the woman's head away from her chest, and latched onto her hand, pulling her up the final few stairs and into her room. Her head felt heavy, her eyes fuzzy, and yet she knew her body was aching to become even more intoxicated than it already was; only this time she'd be high on Callie Torres.
Callie didn't have to wait to initiate the next session of making out, Erica was pulling down her own panties and moving towards her before she'd even had time to adjust to the change of their location. As Erica's tongue sneaked its way back into her mouth, she reached behind her back to rid herself of her own bra.
As her dark breasts sprung from their cloth prison, the blonde pulled away from Callie's lips to drink her in; her caramel skin was glowing in the low light of the room and she looked stunning. She climbed onto the bed and patted the space beside her; Callie wasted no time ripping away her panties and clambering onto the bed, sliding their naked forms together and attacking the blonde's lips once again as they fell back against the sheet.
The younger woman made quick work of teasing every inch of Erica's neck and chest, making sure to spend extra attention at the blonde's puckered nipples before trailing her kisses lower; she couldn't wait any longer, she wanted, no she needed to touch her, now.
Erica bit at her bottom lip as Callie nipped her way down the sensitive skin of her stomach, stopping only to swirl her tongue around her navel before feathering kisses along both of her thighs. Callie placed several open mouthed kisses along the blonde's slit before trailing her tongue through the soaking folds.
The blonde whimpered and Callie groaned as her tongue danced to life with her first taste of Erica Hahn. Without a second thought she eased her tongue to stroke up and down her heated centre several times before lathing the muscle against Erica's throbbing bundle of nerves. The blonde thrashed about, her hips rising slightly as Callie took her clit between her lips, sucking gently as she slid two of her long fingers inside of her; instantly settling into a steady rhythm.
Her free hand slid up the blonde's body to toy with her pointed nipples as her fingers increased their pace, curling as they thrust deeper and deeper. With one last flick of her tongue over the blonde's engrossed clit, Erica's muscles clammed down on her fingers and she moaned Callie's name into the night air with fierce intensity.
Callie slowly removed her fingers and slid back up the blonde's body, finding her hazy eyes before sucking her digits into her mouth, cleaning Erica's juices from her skin. The older woman moaned in response and drew Callie's lips to her own; sucking her tongue into her own mouth and tasting herself of the younger woman's lips.
Erica hugged Callie's body tighter against her own and rolled them so that she was hovering above the Ortho attending. With her body sated, she thought through the fog in her mind to concentrate on the lust filled hunger she felt for the woman trapped beneath her body.
She inched her trail of kisses across Callie's jaw, making sure she pain special attention to the sweet spot below her ear, whenever she nipped at the sensitive skin and then soothed it over with tongue the younger woman would roll her hips up into the blonde's and whimper.
Continuing her journey she licked a pathway down Callie's chest, swirling her tongue around her lush mocha nipples before flicking the tip of her tongue over the hardened nub. The younger woman groaned at the teasing and tangled her hands into Erica's blonde hair, tugging her firmer against her chest. She finally suckled the peak into her mouth, working the other one between her thumb and forefinger.
Erica felt pressure digging in on her shoulders and lifted her head to meet heavy lidded brown eyes, Callie licked her lips and pushed once again on the blonde's shoulders; a smirk falling into place on her lips when the blonde dipped her head and began kissing down her stomach.
Reaching Callie's sex the blonde took a second to breathe her in, her head was clouded already but as she breathed in the younger woman's unique scent she let herself get lost further inside the fog; dipping her head immediately and attacking Callie's anticipating sex with her tongue and teeth. She twirled her tongue around Callie's entrance, plunging it inside and drawing it out again only to replace it with three of her surgeon fingers.
She settled into a rhythm of thrusting her fingers slowly and then picking up speed, depending on whether she was flicking over Callie's clit with the tip of her tongue or sucking it between her lips. It didn't take long before she felt the younger woman's thighs clench around her head, her muscles clamping down on her fingers, and Callie screaming incoherent words as she rode out her orgasm.
When the cardio surgeon was sure the tremors between the dark-haired woman's legs had stopped, she lifted herself back up her body and leant down to tangle her tongue with Callie's, losing herself in their heated kiss.
Within a few seconds of them lazily kissing Erica found herself pinned beneath Callie's body once again; the younger woman's fingers thrumming away inside her once more as her hot breath panted against her ear. She lifted her hands to Callie's back, scratching her nails against her skin as they moved into another round of frenzied fucking.
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It was the bright light that scorched through Erica's eyelids and forced the blonde to wake. She fluttered her eyes open slowly, blinking rapidly and letting herself adjust to the morning light, until her vision came into focus.
The first thing that became apparent was the persistent pounding in her head; the second was that she couldn't remember arriving back at her house.
It was the heavy pressure across her chest that caused her to tilt her head down; her blue eyes taking in the arm draped lazily across her torso. The arm across her wasn't just any arm; this arm was a beautiful honey tone that she recognised immediately. A mixture of confusion and fear rippled through the blonde at the realisation that not only was a familiar arm draped over her chest, it was draper over her naked chest.
Erica turned her head towards the direction that the arm was coming from and instantly screwed her eyes shut when a vision of Callie sleeping naked, a crisp white sheet barely covering her naked form, came into view.
She felt a lump rise in her throat and gently shifted the younger woman's arm off of her chest, placing it carefully back down onto the bed. Moving as slowly and as quietly as she could manage, she freed herself from Callie's grasp and slipped from the bed.
The blonde quickly moved to the end of the bed, grabbing the royal blue robe that rested on top of the end table, and shrugging into it. She tightened the belt, making sure that it was fully covering her body before lifting her eyes back to the bed. Callie had shifted in her sleep, snuggling further into the warm space Erica had left behind; completely unaware that the blonde had moved.
The pounding in the blonde's head intensified, moving to throb behind her eyes; she lifted her hands to rub her temple and closed her eyes shut, willing herself to be dreaming. When she reopened them to find Callie still in her bed, she clasped her hand over her mouth; there was no way in hell that they'd slept together, the thought alone was completely absurd and it made the blonde want to both laugh and cry.
She headed towards the door, and looked down as her foot caught onto something, her eyes widened as they studied the offending item and she bent down to retrieve them; lifting the lacy black underwear to her eyes and shaking her head... they were definitely not hers.
She released them from her grip, dropping them back down to the floor and crept further towards the door. As soon as she made it onto the landing relief flooded her system, her chest was tight and she felt like she couldn't breathe, there could be no way that this was happening to her.
The blonde desperately needed tablets for her headache, and a large glass of water to clench the dryness that had settled in her throat. She made it halfway down the stairs before catching sight of a discarded bra on one of the steps and a pile of scattered clothes that lead from the base of her stairs and into the kitchen.
Erica forced herself to walk past them, immediately going to the sink and filling a glass of water. She took a couple of large sips before pulling open the draw and retrieving a bottle of tablets for her headache. She took a few deep breathes before turning back around to study the clothing, two sets of shoes were recklessly abandoned, along with her top, her skirt and Callie's purple dress.
She palmed the heels of her hands into her eyes and willed herself to remember, something that clearly shouldn't have happened had indeed happened, and the worse thing was she couldn't remember any of it. Erica groaned in frustration, her mind rationalised that she should try and work it out logically, start at the beginning. She remembered picking Callie up, she remembered going into the club and drinking with her, she remembered dancing with a guy called Jack and she evenly faintly remembered the feeling of Callie's hands over her stomach as her lips brushed against her neck as they continued to move to the music.
The thought of Callie's lips against her skin sent a tingle of sensation down her spine and she swiftly pushed it away, her confusion replacing with anger and frustration. Why had Callie been kissing her at all? Had that led them to come back here and-
Erica shook her head, she couldn't think about the last part. If it was true then they'd just committed an act against their friendship that could never be reversed. Maybe she was wrong, maybe they'd come back here, hot and sweaty from dancing and simply fell asleep naked.
The blonde scoffed at her own stupidity and headed back upstairs and into the bathroom, she needed to check out the damage of their night, and if she looked half as bad as she felt, she was going to look like a walking zombie for work.
She slid into the bathroom, flicking on the light and drinking in her appearance; dark circles had settled under her eyes, and her lips looked bruised and swollen. She caught sight of something red in the mirror and tore her eyes away immediately.
Erica moved back towards her bedroom, stopping in the doorway to look over Callie's sleeping form; the only thought resounding in her head was 'what the hell have we done?' She snuck back into the room and settled into the chair in the corner, she felt sick and numb as she watched over her friend in the deafening silence of her room.
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Callie stirred in her sleep and nuzzled her face further into the pillow, the familiar sent of Erica's perfume filling her lungs. After a few seconds it registered that it was Erica's perfume, and not the smell of her own, not even the smell of the fabric softener that she used on her sheets at home. She blinked open her eyes and instantly knew where she was; she shifted under the sheet and noticed her lack of clothing at once. Keeping hold of the sheet she sat up, her eyes instantly locked with Erica's, and she noted a look of anger on their surface.
The blonde was standing at the foot of the bed wrapped up in her blue robe and staring at Callie with a mixture of anger, hurt, and sadness. The look she read on the older woman's face was more than enough to let her know exactly what had happened between them; shifting the sheet higher around her body she desperately searched for her voice, the intensity and pain behind the blonde's gaze making her physically ache.
"Erica..."
The dark-haired woman watched the blonde's incredible blue eyes fill with tears as an angry flush covered her cheeks. Before Callie could find any more words the blonde had stormed off out of the room and into the bathroom, slamming the door fiercely behind her.
Callie clenched her eyes shut as the sound of the door slamming tore through her, and lifted her hands to cup her face; trying to rub the tension away from her head before running her fingers through her hair. As her brown eyes flicked open again she caught sight of herself in the full length mirror next to Erica's wardrobe.
She stared back at herself as she battled through the memories of last night, flashes of what had happened running through her head in short bursts, as a sick feeling settled into the pit of her stomach.
The sound of the shower running drew her momentarily from her thoughts and she murmured a swell of curses into the silence. Fuck the new club, fuck the dancing, and fuck the god damned drinking.
Just fuck!
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Callie sat impatiently on the end of the bed waiting for the blonde to come out of the bathroom. She'd kicked her ass into gear and jumped out of bed when the flashes of last night became more vivid; borrowing a pair of Erica's jeans and a shirt to wear. She'd hurried downstairs to scoop up her clothes, throwing them into a paper bag, and stuffing Erica's into the washing machine. She wanted to erase as much of the memory of last night as possible before the older woman reappeared; whatever was about to happen was not going to be easy and seeing the evidence of their activity wasn't going to help anyone.
The door to the bathroom clicked unlocked and opened in one swift motion. Erica kept her eyes focused ahead as she hurried towards her dressing table, shrugging off the hand Callie reached out to touch her, and snatching up her hair brush.
Callie closed her eyes for a brief second, trying to ignore the hurt burning in her chest. The blonde moved to pass her again and she reached out to grab her arm again, "Erica please..."
Erica tore her arm away again and headed back into the bathroom; Callie hot on her tail. She tried to shut the door but the younger woman lunged forward and managed to get her foot in the way just in time to stop the door slamming in her face.
Callie pushed the door open and lingered in the doorway without speaking. Erica ran the brush through her hair several times, completely ignoring the dark-haired woman's presence.
"You can't keep ignoring me Erica; we need to talk about-"
"About what? How we spent the night fucking?" The blonde turned to look at her for a split second before turning away again.
Callie felt her jaw clench at the blonde's harsh words, "Erica don't be like this..."
Erica kept her eyes on the ground and shoved past Callie as she headed down the stairs and into the kitchen, bracing herself against the sink as she breathed in and out deeply. Her head was a mess, she only had pieces of the night before flittering through her brain and not knowing why or how it had happened was killing her.
Callie moved down the stairs and came cautiously into the kitchen, things had never been this strained between them and she felt unsure of herself, of what to say. Her skin itched as if it wasn't her own and her thoughts were only enhanced by the way the blonde wouldn't even look at her.
"Erica," She moved a couple of steps closer when the blonde ignored her, "Please talk to me," when she didn't get a response again she moved behind the older woman and gently placed her hand on her shoulder; the pain radiating from the blonde was excruciating and she wished urgently that she knew how to ease it.
Erica let a few silent tears escape her eyes as Callie pleaded with her. When she felt the pressure of the dark-haired woman's touch on her shoulder her legs propelled her away; the touch that had once been so comforting in times of need, was now agonizingly scarring her skin.
"Erica please," Callie didn't mean to raise her voice but the unresponsive reactions she was receiving from the blonde were leaving an icy fear settling into her veins. They'd never not talked, they'd never even argued before, and this, it was worse than any argument between them ever could ever be; the silence sounded so much like defeat, "Would you look at me."
Erica spun around, her eyes angry and hurt, "What do you want me to say Callie?"
"Anything! You can't just ignore me and hope it'll all go away. It's real, it happened, we have to deal with it together."
"Together?!" Erica's voice rose to meet Callie's as their gazes locked and held for the first time, "This is all your fault!"
Callie stepped back in shock, dropping her gaze to the floor before lifting her eyes back to blue, anger now settling into her own brown pools, "My fault?! How the hell is this my fault?"
"You made me go to that club with you, you made us drink endless rounds of shots! I didn't even really want to go!" Erica was almost shaking in rage; she wanted nothing more than to start this day over... no start this whole week over.
Callie watched Erica move a few more steps away from her, the fury making her pale cheeks even redder, "I can't believe you're blaming me for this! You're the one that insisted we drink more wine when we got back here; you're the one who moved in closer to me and cupped my cheek! So if this is anyone's fault it's yours!"
"Mine?!" the blonde looked scandalised by the accusation, "I may have cupped your cheek but you kissed me! You're the one who was all over me at the club Callie! You had your hands all over me and you know it!"
Callie scoffed, "You were all over me! You wanted me to kiss you! You were the one who dragged me upstairs to your bed!"
Erica waited, ready with a retort on her tongue, stopping only when the younger woman's words bounced around inside her head. She hadn't remembered who had started it, all she could remember was bits of the kissing, and flashes of their naked forms shuddering together, her mind had yet to fill in the missing pieces for her to see the whole picture. She opened her mouth a couple of times, trying to form a sentence, and when she couldn't she snatched her eyes away from Callie and turned her back to her.
Callie watched the look of confusion flash through blue eyes as she screamed the confession about their night into the air between them, and it was only when Erica faltered in her comeback that the younger woman realised that the blonde couldn't actually remember all that had taken place between them.
Callie dared a step closer and calmed her voice as reason flooded her senses, "Maybe it's no one's fault Erica. It just happened... we can get past this."
Erica swirled on her feet and faced her again, "I want you to leave."
"What?" Callie shook her head, "You don't mean that Erica... last night we just got caught up in the moment, it just happens sometimes..."
Erica scrunched her nose up in response, "Caught up in the moment?!" she opened her mouth to continue and stopped when the shrill sound of her pager rang through the air. Snatching it off the side, she glanced at the message before looking back at the other woman, "Sex doesn't just happen!"
"We were drunk!" Callie desperately tried to reason, she hated that this, the awkward morning after had turned into a hurtful screaming match, "Things heated up; we just got carried away..."
Erica pursed her lips together, nodding her head and taking a step towards her, "Well you must have got pretty damn carried away in our frenzied night because you fucking marked me Callie," she pulled at the neck of her shirt and tilted her head to the side, exposing the mark on her neck to Callie's astonished gaze.
"I didn't- Erica I..." she trailed off not knowing what to say. She'd never marked anyone before in her life, she'd never felt enough passion during sex with anyone, where she'd felt compelled to cover the person with every part of her; branding their skin and claiming them hers.
When the blonde was satisfied she let go of her shirt and moved back to the other side of the kitchen, "I want you to leave," she flicked her gaze to Callie's face for a brief second, "I've got to get ready for work."
Callie watched Erica head towards the stairs, "What about us?"
Erica turned to face her again, shaking her head, "What about us Callie..." she let her gaze linger on the younger woman long enough to convey her pain before she turned her back to her and began up the stairs, "Close the door behind you when you leave."
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Callie had lingered in the doorway of the gallery for the most part of the surgery, not wanting to be seen in case her presence caused the surgeon below to lose her concentration. Eventually when her pounding head and tired legs became too much she'd snuck in and settled into a chair on the back row, right in the far corner so that the blonde wouldn't see her if she glanced up at the observation deck.
She hadn't seen Erica at work; the older woman had managed to successfully avoid her the entire day so far, since she'd left the dark-haired woman standing alone in her kitchen earlier that morning. Callie lifted her fingers to rub at her temples; her mind had been mixing a series of memories from last night and echoing the blonde's harsh words around her head all day.
Callie didn't know if she wanted to scream and shout or cry her eyes out at what had happened between them, so instead she'd settled for the happy medium of wallowing.
After Erica had vanished up the stairs, Callie had stood rooted to the spot for a good ten minutes, all she could hear was the pounding of her aching heart and the blonde's final words, 'What about us Callie...' in the silence of the house. She wanted nothing more than to follow Erica up the stairs, to grab hold of her arms and shake her. She wanted to scream that she was sorry, that she hadn't planned it, that she didn't know why she'd let it happen, but she didn't, instead she grabbed her bag of clothes and headed out the door, what was the reason in trying to explain something that she just didn't know the answer to.
"You look like hell Torres," Callie's thoughts were interrupted by Mark's cocky voice as he settled into the seat next to her and gazed down at the surgery, "And so does Hahn for that matter. You two out drinking like fish again?"
Normally his teasing tone and smarmy smile failed to rally her, but on top of the day she was already having, Callie just couldn't handle it, "Just shut up Mark, okay? Leave it alone, I'm not in the mood."
She shot him a warning look that let him know that she wasn't joking and then returned her attention to the surgery taking place below. She watched Erica nod to the resident and the nurses and pull at her gown as she headed towards the scrub room. Callie jumped from her seat without saying another word to Mark and hurried down the steps, rounding the corner and pushing open the door to the room.
Erica looked up as the door swung open and then turned away when she saw Callie step into the room; continuing to scrub at her hands.
"We need to talk."
Erica stepped off the peddle, and shook her hands to remove the drops of water from them as the tap turned off, "No, we don't," she turned to grab a towel and dried her arms, glancing at Callie, "I have patients waiting and I'm sure that Orthopaedics does too Dr Torres, so let's get back to our jobs shall we?"
Callie shook her head as the blonde stepped to pass her and moved to block her exit, forcing the blonde to meet her eyes, "Oh, so what? We sleep together and all of a sudden I'm Dr Torres to you now?"
Erica stepped forward and clamped her hand over the dark-haired woman's mouth, stopping her from saying more, "For God's sake Callie!" she removed her hand and shook her head, "What if someone heard you?"
Callie's expression softened and she lifted her fingers to her lips briefly before looking sadly at the blonde, "That's the first time today that you've touched me," she saw Erica avert her gaze and took a step towards her, forcing the blue eyes back to her face, "Actually, it's the first time today that you've even looked at me properly."
Erica pursed her lips together sadly, her eyes never leaving the younger woman's. Just as she opened her mouth to reply the door swung open and Lexie Grey appeared, "Oh sorry, I'm interrupting something... it's just I need you now Dr Torres," she gave Erica an apologetic smile and waited for Callie to follow her.
Callie paused at the doorway and opened her mouth once before closing it again; she gave the blonde a sad half smile and disappeared after the young intern.
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Mark grabbed a tray and pushed past the interns and residents in the line to grab his food, stealing an apple from O'Malley's tray as he passed. He caught a glimpse of Derek and decided to go and sit with him. He glanced over at Callie and Erica's usual table and found the dark-haired woman sitting by herself, aimlessly stabbing at her food, while her eyes stayed trained to a table across the room; a table which he noticed seated one Erica Hahn.
He looked back and forth between them, unsure that he was really seeing this weird occurrence. The two women always sat together, even if one of them was having a terrible day and bitching nonstop about it to the other. He'd never seen them not sit together at lunch; it was their thing, their Callie and Erica, best friend, everyday thing.
Mark watched Callie pull her phone from her pocket, her fingers working rapidly across the keypad, before she lifted her eyes back to the blonde. Turning his head so that he wouldn't miss the response, he caught sight of Erica lifting her phone from its place on the table, skimming over the message, before placing it back down, her eyes not looking over at Callie once.
He changed his direction and headed towards the dark-haired woman. She'd been in a bitchy mood all morning and now with the weird Erica lunch fiasco, he was really curious to know what exactly was going on between them.
As he reached the table, Callie scraped her chair back with enough force that the metal legs made a loud screeching noise against the floor, causing everyone to look over at her. She watched Erica for a few seconds longer, and when she noted that the older woman was completely unfazed by the noise, she shoved past Mark and disappeared back into the busy hallways of the hospital.
Within a few seconds of Callie's departure, Mark was sliding into the seat opposite Erica, and grinning at her like an idiot, "And here I was thinking that you two looked like hell because of alcohol," he paused to regard Erica when a look of surprise covered her face for a brief second, before she hid it behind her Dr Hahn death stare, "What the hell is going on between you two? You've been best friends for like two years, you always sit together at lunch; you're practically inseparable."
Erica stared at his with disgust, merely annoyed by his presence in her life, "We're not inseparable Sloan."
"Sure you are," he flashed her another annoyingly smug grin "You're like damn Siamese twins, spending all your free together, it's like your joined together somehow. So did you have a fight or what?"
Erica looked away, staring off at some spot in the distance as her mind flooded with flashes of vivid memories from the night before.
She growled as Callie bit at her bottom lip again, whimpering in response at the pleasure that soared through her body. Pearly teeth nipped a pathway across her jaw, stopping to nibble at her earlobe before trailing molten kisses down her neck.
Her head fell back against the wall as Callie dipped her head and took one of her awaiting taut peaks into her mouth, suckling the bud between her lush, full lips, bathing it with strokes of her tongue.
Her body was humming in delight as Callie nipped her way down the sensitive skin of her stomach, stopping only to swirl her tongue around her navel before feathering kisses along both of her thighs and looking up at her with devilishly dark eyes.
Callie's name was escaping her lips as her skilled tongue flicked continuously over her throbbing clit; her long fingers thrusting inside of her.
Her hot breath was panting against her ear as her deft fingers thrummed away inside her once again; her body shuddering against her own as they came together, screaming their satisfaction.
Erica snapped her eyes back to Mark, and pushed her chair back; standing abruptly from the table, "Mind your own damn business Sloan! And stay the hell out of mine," she squared her shoulders and moved briskly through the cafeteria.
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Callie opened the door to her apartment, shrugged out of her jacket, letting it fall to the floor before throwing herself down on the couch. She was so glad that Cristina was working late tonight; all she wanted to do was try and relax, try to get the burning tension to leave her aching body.
She'd gone straight to the Attending's locker room when she'd finished her shift, hanging her lab coat and stethoscope into her locker and plonking herself down on the bench. Erica's locker was shut, her lock carefully added in place meaning that the blonde had already headed home.
They hadn't spoken another word to each other the entire day, Erica had disappeared into the nearest room as soon as she caught sight of Callie coming towards her, and the dark-haired woman was too tired to keep chasing her. She didn't know what to say to change anything between them; she'd tried sending a text to the older woman only to have her attempts completely ignored; after their fight this morning she just didn't have anything else left to give.
Callie picked up the remote and flicked on the TV, she flipped through the channels until a movie caught her eyes, it was one of her many cheesy favourites, and she was immediately propelled into thoughts of one of the random times Erica had been over at the apartment watching movies with her.
Callie slid back against the arm of the couch, letting her legs drape further into Erica's lap; the blonde was unconsciously rubbing her fingers against the ball of her feet; she loved the way they were so relaxed around each other, especially when she got foot rubs after a long day of standing in surgery.
She flipped through the channels on TV and smiled at Erica when the beginning credits started, "Erica we have to watch this one, X-Men is one of my favourites; you have to see it."
Erica rolled her eyes, "Really Cal, another superhero film? How many of those have you made me sit through so far?"
"Oh come on, you're my best friend, you have to watch the movies I like. It's just the way friendships work," she smirked teasingly.
"Friendships in general? Or is it just ours where a blonde haired woman always does what the dark-haired one says because she doesn't really have a choice?"
Callie feigned hurt, "You have choice, I totally let you chose what we watch and what we do," the blonde raised an eyebrow in question, "Well sometimes at least."
Erica chuckled, "Sure Cal, we're on totally equal bases."
Callie sat up and grabbed the blonde's hand, a serious expression covering her features, "We are on equal bases, right? Because I don't want to be one of those friends who's completely self obsessed."
Erica grabbed Callie's hand in her own and smiled gently, "We're totally on equal bases Torres. You pick the movie and I..." she grabbed a cushion from behind her head and whacked the younger woman playfully, "Kick your ass in the pillow fight for making me watch the movie," she jumped up when Callie reached for her and whacked her playfully again, "It's totally 50-50 in our friendship," she bopped the dark-haired woman on the head and took off running.
Callie jumped off the couch, grabbed a cushion and took off after the blonde, laughing at how the mature Dr Hahn fell away when they were together and left the real Erica behind. She swung her cushion and hit Erica in the back.
The blonde turned around with a scandalised look on her face, "You did not just hit me," Callie wiggled her eyes and broke out into a fit of giggle, before shaking her ass at the blonde and running off again, "You're dead Torres!"
Callie looked back at the screen, and realised she'd missed the start of that same movie for a second time. She bit at her bottom lip and grabbed her phone out of her purse, finding the blonde's number and hitting the dial button. She waited through the chorus of rings until the phone went through to voicemail, leaving her best friend one more final attempt to repair their friendship for that night, and if that didn't work, then tomorrow... well she'd just have to try all over again.
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Erica pulled the device away from her ear and slid her phone shut, Callie's voicemail lingering in her ears as she stood in the doorway of bedroom, looking at the mess they'd left behind, 'If you see my best friend can you tell her to call me? Because I need to talk to her about what happened last night. I miss her already.'
The blonde stepped further into her room, staring at her bed, her mind conjuring images of another time Callie had been in her bed, only a few days previous.
Erica shuffled under the covers, moving for the umpteenth time since they'd gotten into the bed twenty minutes ago.
"Do you want to tell me what's on your mind or are you just going to keep fidgeting?"
Erica smiled at the sound of Callie's sleepy voice and turned on her side to face her, forcing her eyes to fight through the darkness and focus on Callie's face, "You don't think we're really like Grey and Yang do you?"
Callie let out a laugh as she opened her eyes to find Erica's, "You're not seriously still thinking about what Derek said at lunch are you?" The blonde shuffled again, moving to turn away but Callie reached out to stop her, "No, I don't really think we're very much like them. I mean we actually hang out and have fun, those two just get together to whine about Derek and how you're keeping Cristina out of your surgeries."
Erica chuckled and then smirked, "I guess you're right. We really don't whine, or mope about like those two do," she moved to lay flat on her back, "Night Cal."
Callie snuggled closer to the blonde, stealing some of her heat, "Night Crist- I mean Erica," Callie let out a laugh when a pillow hit her lightly on the arm.
"You are so sleeping in the guest room next time you stay over Torres."
Callie snuggled back into her position and lazily slung her over Erica's stomach, "Whatever Hahn, just admit it, you like having me in your bed."
Erica chuckled at Callie's teasing tone and smiled when she felt the younger woman's smile fill the room, "Go to sleep Torres, before your ego outgrows mine."
The images before her disappeared and left her alone with her empty bed, the rumpled sheets a painful reminder of what had taken place only two nights after the one she'd just remembered. Erica moved out of the room, unable to be in there any longer, slamming the door behind her in hopes that it would keep the damage contained.
Erica moved into the kitchen, her mind spinning with images of her and Callie. She clamped her eyes shut and let herself slide down against one of the kitchen cabinets, the waterfall of tears she'd been holding in all day, flooding over her eyelids as the pain and hurt consumed her.
In life, there are some things, that you can't deceive no matter how hard you try; eventually the truth always comes out, whether you're ready for it to or not.