AN: Thank you as always for the wonderful reviews. We really do love hearing from you (yes we say that a lot but always from the bottom of our hearts is it true). Anyway, there's a warning for this chapter, the Rating of M finally does come into play for more than hard language or sexually suggestive scenes. You've been warned. =)
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Chapter Seven: Gotta Stop Pretending
Behind The Red Iron Curtain
She sat outside OR-3, lying in wait and ready to pounce. Callie was avoiding her and she had no idea what else to do, who else to turn to. She had to talk to someone, and while King would never have been her first choice, because any information would be around the hospital within the hour, there was no other option; so here she was.
The board said King was doing a straightforward knee arthroscopy, which started twenty minutes ago. Tony had never really taken note of how long other operations outside of her field normally took to do until she became friends with Callie. Generally, the operation could take anywhere from thirty minutes to over an hour depending on the damage. Tony took great pride in the fact that her girlfriend had set the record of twenty-six minutes, and it annoyed her just how much Callie underestimated herself. When the green light outside the OR came on, she took note of the time.
The muffled sound from King laughing behind the OR door brought Tony back to focus as the it opened, and she saw Toby flirting with the anesthesiologist. He saw Tony sitting and smiled at her, quickly finishing his conversation, saying his goodbyes to his colleague.
"Not bad, thirty-two minutes. Callie's still got the crown though." Tony stood up, giving the man a shit eating grin.
"One day, Dr Rusakov, one day Callie Torres will be kicked off her throne. Did you see the ass on Victor ...he can put me under any day. Such a shame he wastes his time with boobs. I really don't see the attraction." Toby stared at Tony's chest and shook his head in mock disgust.
"I really have no idea how you manage to keep your love of the male anatomy under wraps here with the gossip nurses." Tony laughed at her friend.
"It's your fault Matchstick, you bring out the bitch in me. And you only need to show interest in the nurses here to avoid speculation; I'll flirt with anything. It's a game, a fun game. You should know; you were in my crosshairs for long enough before I realised it wasn't my pants you wanted in. Now I take it this isn't just a visit to rub in my face the fact that you're girlfriend is still Queen Bee of the hive." Toby looked at the sadness in his friend's eyes. "Okay Dr Rusakov, do you have time for a coffee? I would very much like a coffee and I have time before I need to check post ops. You, my dear, look as though you need to get something off your chest anyway. Let's go to my office, but if anyone sees you, I'm telling them we were having a hot and sweaty romp, and not that I was playing Dear Abby, okay?" He waited for her to crack a small smile. "I have a reputation to uphold after all." Toby held the door open and waited for Tony to enter.
"Thanks King...but who uses the word romp any more?" Tony walked past Toby and gave him a kiss on his scruffy, unshaven cheek.
King had a look out in the hall and saw a couple of nurses looking over whispering. He smirked, brought his finger to his mouth telling the women to 'sssh' before winking at them and closing the door. He held in his laughter as he could hear the hushed talk and giggling from outside. Looking over to the sofa he saw the defeated frame of Tony look up, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.
"I'm losing her Toby, I can't win against that woman."
"Be careful honey, 'that woman' is still the mother of her daughter and you need to tread lightly there. So, tell me what's going on." Toby moved over to the coffee machine in the corner and made them both a coffee. There was a long pause as Tony reached for a tissue, wiping her eyes. He felt for her, they had been friends for three years now since Tony transferred back to the states and to his hospital. He cared for her, and knowing her big heart, it was hard for her to come to him, to talk poorly in any aspect about her lover. He knew her family had immigrated from Russia when she was a baby. Her parents had wanted to instill a lot of her Russian culture, so when she was with family she only spoke Russian. It had left her with an interesting mix of accents. She'd left the US shortly after med school having wanted to return to her roots and give something back. Working in the Central Clinical Hospital, the best hospital in Russia, where patients ranged from political, business, cultural and scientific elite of Russia she made a pretty pay check, but was disillusioned that while the hospital was "open to the public", its fees and charges was well beyond the means of most Russians. There was no chance for her to make a difference there, make changes in their regime, and that broke her heart. Her time in Russia had made her realize that, even though she was born there, the states were definitely home for her. Toby was already here when Callie started, he was self proclaimed King of Ortho, and when Callie had come, they had clashed a lot in the beginning few months. Fighting for surgeries or over the best approach. It wasn't until both had to work together on a particularly difficult and long hand surgery that the two of them found some common ground and bonded. The day ended with them drinking at the local bar. Their friendship flourished through a mutual appreciation for the others talents and they became a force to be reckoned with, individually as well as together. The two of them drew in many sports institutions who wanted the best and would pay handsomely for the them. Tony, Toby, and Callie, together, were a force to be reckoned with, but it seemed as if the threesome was falling apart at the seams. To be honest, he'd been waiting for Tony's visit since Callie's disappearing act, or more correctly, since Arizona Robbins magically appeared out of a puff of smoke and back into Callie's life. Taking the cups of coffee over to the couch and placing them on the table in front of them, he sunk down wrapping his arm around her shoulder for some comfort.
"You know more about Callie's history with Arizona. You know exactly what happened with them. Callie has only ever given me the abbreviated version. It's a taboo subject and I can't break through those walls." Tony shook her head. "I take it she told you that Arizona showed up?"
King nodded, waiting for Tony to get to the thick of things. This wasn't just about Callie's past, because Tony was supposed to have her future and that was what mattered now.
"I knew that Callie still had feelings for her, but she was so far out of the picture that I chose to ignore it. I know she loves me Toby. If I had any doubts, I wouldn't be here, but I also just know she loves her more." Tony sighed and rested her head on the back of the sofa. "She's ignoring me. If this wasn't about us, she'd let me in, even if superficially, but she won't because something's going on. What did I do? What can I do?"
"Firstly, Callie does love you. It's taken her a very long time to open that part of herself up to someone again. Callie wasn't looking for a relationship, you both became friends and that developed. So I have no doubt that she loves you, but honey, yes she will always love Arizona Robbins. They have a daughter together. They shared some of the most awful moments in their life together, and you can't forget that. What you need to do is think about it really carefully; can you be okay with that? She is always going to be there, she's Sofia's mother too, and that means she is part of the package. Forever." Toby rested his hand on Tony's lap in another sign of comfort. Tony shook her head and expelled a shaky breath.
"Sofia" She laughed bitterly. "She hates me. I mean HATES in the 'I'm scared to stay over now because I think I'll wake up with her standing over me with a knife.' She's a brat who gets away with murder all the time, and poor Callie, she always seems to have to tell her things over and over again. She's spoiled and rude. I don't know how many times I've seen her ignore someone. I put up with it because it's Callie, and Callie's worth it and is so damn oblivious to what her daughter is doing. I don't want to start accusing Sofia because I know that Callie, well she's her daughter … but now with her ex here, it just seems to really have messed with Callie's head. She's mean, jumpy. Her temper is short with me. I mean, it's not only with me, but it was never with me before and now, now she's not answering my calls. It's like she's a totally different person, so if I even attempted to say anything about Sofia, I know it will explode in my face. Oh, and don't get me started on Cristina, that woman has the coldest stare known to man. I get the feeling she could actually give you a heart attack if she wanted too."
"I love that little evil one. She has spark...and both hearing and lung issues." Tony looked at Toby with surprise, and then confusion, and then sadness that Callie hadn't told her. "Look, Callie doesn't talk about it unless the issue comes up, she probably didn't even realize that you didn't know. To be honest, Callie doesn't see Sofia's problems as an issue to be discussed or warned about. They're part of her kid, she accepts them as that, end of story. It's personal for Cal, she will not ever let Sof's disabilities be anything more than a hindrance for her daughter's daily living. It's very personal for her." Seeing the confusion in Tony's eyes, Toby realised he should explain as maybe Tony would realise that Sofia really was a sweet kid. "Look, when Callie was pregnant with Sofia they were in a really bad car crash, Callie nearly died..."
"Yeah, I knew about the car crash, but I didn't know she was pregnant at the time? Why would she leave that out?" Tony's confusion only increased.
"I take it you noticed her scar then. She will only explain if asked, and never offers the information. She doesn't want people's pity, Sofia's alive and perfect in her eyes, and that's all that matters. I only know these things because, and well I like to pry. Anyway Sofia was delivered at just under twenty four weeks, the doctor in charge at the time never administered the steroids to mature her lungs. She was in really bad shape and wasn't breathing when delivered. Arizona saved her; you could say she breathed life back into their daughter. But you know the difficulty with preemies; if they survive, they can have all sorts of developmental disabilities. In Sofia's case, she has been really lucky, if there is such a thing when you're talking about disabilities, developmental or otherwise. The reason Callie has to repeat herself or shout is that the little madam won't keep her hearing aid in when she's in the house. You don't notice it either way because she always wears her hair over her ear. Callie got her a really discreet one because she gets teased at school." Toby watched as he saw shame pass over Tony's features.
"I thought all the coughing fits was just her trying to manipulate Callie. Oh god, I'm a monster, no wonder she doesn't like me." Tony shook her head feeling really bad that she thought Sofia had done it on purpose.
"You can't really blame Callie for not mentioning all of this, her ex-wife used her disability against Callie in the most awful ways so because of that, Sofia doesn't get that 'Get Out Of Jail Free Card'."
"What's Arizona Robbins' disability besides letting go of the best thing she ever had without a fight?" One thing Tony did know was that Arizona's loss was her gain, and she silently thanked that woman every day she had with Callie. It took plenty of time to get through Callie's walls, but the end result was worth it.
"We'll get to that, patience my young grasshopper." He smiled when a grin met Tony's lips as well. Toby could only be so serious for so long before he needed some type of comic relief, and they were just getting to the thick of things. "Anyway, I wouldn't worry about a murder in your sleep, but she isn't going to give up Callie all that easily. It's been just them for years. You know you are the first person Callie's ever brought home. That will just take time."
"I've got time." She agreed. She'd give Sofia all the time in the world if it meant she still got Callie herself.
"And about Cristina … she's been through a lot with them too. Did you know she was on the plane crash with Arizona and Mark?" Toby paused for a moment as Tony shook her head in the negative. "It was a tight group, they all looked out for each other. If that wasn't enough, Callie and Cristina share a twisted history that makes little sense to the outsider and Cristina, in her warped way, is always going to look out for Callie." He tried explaining.
"See, this is what I'm talking about, I'm only told half stories. Callie only told me bits of what happened. I knew that Mark, Sofia's father died in a plane crash; never was I told there was more to it than that. I didn't even know Arizona was on the plane. I was privy to very little, I knew that something tragic happened to Arizona, which threatened the vain woman's comfortable lifestyle. She told me that Arizona cheated on her after that and then went out of her way to get Callie transferred here. How can she still love someone like that?" Tony shook her head in confusion.
"Arizona Robbins lost her leg in that crash and uses a prosthetic now. Callie promised her she'd do everything to keep the leg, but it was riddled with infection and it ended up life over limb, which to me there's no question, but Arizona didn't see it that way. It was all downhill after that. Callie stole her leg, she could never see things clearly, and the rest is history."
"Who wouldn't choose life over limb? That's ridiculous and purely narcissistic. It's stupid. And blaming Callie because she decided that her wife was more important than some silly leg? Who does this woman think she is?" Tony felt her blood pressure rising the angrier she got. Callie's story was so much deeper and conflicted than she ever let on and Arizona Robbins, in Tony's opinion, was completely and solely at fault. "She destroyed, Callie."
"Hello. Hello. Anybody home? Think McFly. Think." Toby knocked on Tony's forehead. Receiving a scowl from the red head. "You're a Trauma Surgeon, think about it that way, Rusakov. Trauma affects everyone differently and believe it or not, but Arizona wasn't the only one to go through trauma. Callie's may not be disfiguring, but its mentally been chipping away at her for years. She felt she was finally moving on, she has done her best to avoid her ex, but could you imagine what Callie's going through right now. She has been side swiped; she wasn't expecting this so you have to really think about what you want to do Rusakov. You're a Trauma surgeon. I believe that she was meant to find you for a reason. I know that you have helped her pick up her broken pieces. Callie's conflicted because Arizona went behind her back and got her transferred out here. Yes, they were divorced, but maybe, possibly on their way to, at the very least, working through things to be friends for their daughter's sake, once the pain settled down. Or so Callie thought. And then boom, she was sent away like an unruly child off to a boarding school, so Callie doesn't want to be in love with Arizona. She'll deny it, but she always will be; they have too much history that it can't just be erased." Toby's pager went off, he looked down pressing a few buttons and then put it back in his pocket.
"They're all a packaged deal, T. You take them all or you take none of them. The question here is are you part of that package too?"
Tony didn't like this, she didn't like what Toby was getting at; not at all.
Toby stood from his position next to her as his pager sounded again, "I'm sorry Tony, I really need to go, I haven't got use to this new pager yet, my last one wasn't working properly like somebody tinkered with it or something. Think about it, if you love her as much as I think you do, then do what's best for Callie." His heart squeezed as she looked up, tears glazing her eyes again. "Take as much time as you need, it's quiet in here if you want to stay." He bent down and kissed her head, squeezing her shoulder one last time.
And with that, King left, leaving Tony alone with her thoughts until she could take no more and broke down sobbing. Everything swirling around in her head was really beginning to weigh her down. She did love Callie. A lot. More than she ever wanted to because she, too, had her own history holding her back in her own ways, but King was right that she had to do what was best for Callie here. As much as this was about her, it was more about Callie and yeah, this sucked.
If you love someone, set them free. If they come back to you, you're meant to be... Tony knew that if she was going to do this, it had to be now. Looking at her watch, she saw she still had a few hours till her next surgery. She would go ask the chief for some personal time and she would go be the person Callie needed her to be. No matter how much her heart protested, she knew it was right.
Don't Speak, I Know What Your Thinking
She watched, in the course of a few short days, her girlfriend spiralling into depression. Callie was jumpy, reserved, and worst of all, sad. Her talk with Toby only confirmed this was for the best. For Callie. Not for her. She loved her girlfriend, a lot. Callie was the type of woman she could see herself growing old with; no, Callie was the woman she could see herself growing old with, but there was that pesky problem that wasn't going to go away. Arizona Robbins. Callie's ex-wife. The love of her girlfriend's life. The mother of Callie's daughter. She'd always be in the way. If not physically there, her place in Callie's heart was so strong, so solid, that Tony couldn't compete. Yes, Tony knew getting into this relationship that Callie had baggage, unpacked baggage, but the woman lived hundreds of miles away and Tony thought: 'Out of sight, Out of mind'. Boy was she never so wrong. Watching Callie fight her demons over her feelings for her ex-wife was just too much for Tony to deal with; She wasn't going to start a losing fight. Not one where she was the sole loser. If Arizona wasn't enough of a problem, Sofia was making things even harder. It was obvious, her hate for the new woman in Mommy's life; she had made it known every single time she was around Tony, and things were only escalating. She didn't blame the kid, couldn't blame her now that she knew and understood everything, but she also wasn't going to take the seven year olds abuse either. Sofia wasn't going to change her mind, her mind being that nobody, and she meant nobody was going to take her Mama's place. The kid loved her moms, that was for sure, and Tony was also sure there wasn't any room left in her tiny heart for anybody else.
"Hey." She quietly let herself into the apartment seeing Callie sitting on her couch in almost darkness. She had already told Tony she was busy tonight, but here she was, sitting alone in her apartment, crying. The lone light reflected off Callie's wet cheeks, illuminating the tears as they kept falling.
"What … what are you doing here?" Callie looked up at the surprise visitor; unintentional irritation crossed her face. She had told everybody she was busy tonight, she didn't want company, and she wanted to be alone. Sofia was with Arizona and Barbara until later, they were seeing a late movie, much later than Callie would have let her seven year old at the theater, but with Arizona in town, she let a lot slide, a lot more than usual. Barbara invited her to join, but Callie didn't want to be drilled by her … her mother. Toby offered a numbing night of drinking, which she also turned down. And Tony didn't even get the chance to propose evening plans; Callie shut her down before she could ask.
"I thought you were busy tonight." Tony sounded annoyed, but that's why she was here, because Callie was pulling away and she, Tony, was doing the right thing.
"I am." Callie wasn't going to lie; she was done with lies in her life. "I didn't want company, so I am busy with myself." Callie snapped.
"Okay, I can take a hint, Callie." She ignored the annoyance in her girlfriend's voice and made her way to sit next to her on the couch. "It's why I'm here."
"I'm having a really hard time, Tony. I don't want to take it out on you; I really just want to be alone. It's not you, I pr ... It's not you." Callie never said that word anymore.
"No you don't."
Callie rolled her eyes, she hated being told what she was feeling or what she wanted; Callie just hated being told anything about herself. That never went down well.
"If you wanted to be alone, you wouldn't be sitting here wishing you were with Arizona."
"What?" Callie's looked up at her girlfriend with a shocked confused look on her face. "You're crazy." Callie wasn't sure she wanted to be with Arizona; it was just that Arizona was currently on her mind. A lot. All the time actually. She didn't know what she wanted from her ex-wife. She didn't know what her ex-wife wanted from her either.
Tony looked at her seriously, there was so much pain in Callie's eyes, and she hated to add more to it, but this, this pain would end, and she'd be able to look back fondly; Tony wanted to give Callie that. She didn't want to leave her with unfinished business like she was dealing with at the moment.
"Maybe I'm jumping into this too fast. Let's talk about Sofia."
Callie shook her head, tears falling fast. "Sofia can, she will stop this. She'll be better." Callie had been waiting for Tony to reach wit's end with her daughter. She'd reached wit's end with her daughter. Sofia's actions were deplorable and she didn't even know the half of it. Her daughter was rude, cold to Tony, cruel, and totally the exact opposite of the way she was raised. Callie didn't even know about the pranking, and it wasn't as if Tony was going to point it out, not now anyway. She knew Callie had a heart to heart with Sofia and Sofia's attitude, and that was enough.
"She doesn't like me. At all."
"Give her some more time, it's only been a couple of weeks." Callie begged.
"Your daughter is a great daughter; she loves you both very much." Tony wasn't here to put Sofia down, but Sofia's actions and attitude did play a big enough part. Not enough alone to send her packing, but enough for every other factor in play to make it a big deal in the grand scheme of things.
Callie smiled at the thought of how much Sofia did love her. And she loved her daughter very much,, but Sofia was her daughter and Callie was the adult and her daughter wasn't going to interfere with her love life … any longer. "I've spoken with her. Barbara has spoken with her too. We aren't letting this attitude thing slide, she really does know this."
"Oh Callie, this isn't just about Sofia's ill treatment of me." Tony wondered if Callie really knew how much Arizona was affecting her. How much she was still in love with her ex-wife. The pain, sadness, and confusion in Callie's eyes told her she didn't; those eyes were pleading with Tony to not give up on her.
"We'll both be better. I'm sorry I've been so out of it lately. Please." Callie begged.
"Sweetie …" Tony moved closer, pulling Callie into her arms.
"I love you." And Callie did, a lot. She never thought she'd let herself love another person again, but Tony got through her walls, most of them, and Callie loved her with all she could.
Tony smiled sweetly, brushing away the lingering tears on Callie's cheeks. "I don't doubt that, Sweetie. And I'm so in love with you, so, so much, but Callie, you aren't in love with me."
Callie went to object, to give Tony every reason possible why she was wrong because she was, wasn't she? But her brain was working too slowly, the signals from brain to mouth were intercepted somewhere, somewhere further down and to the left and she couldn't form words.
Seeing the debate in Callie's eyes, Tony leaned in, capturing her lips. She'd never get over the feel of those lips upon hers; kissing Callie was one of those magic moments people made fun of on sitcoms. They didn't know any better because they'd never kissed Callie Torres. Tony was going to miss this, miss everything about Callie, but for a few more minutes, she took great pleasure in the moment. Breaking the kiss, the mutual kiss, Tony placed a few more quick kisses. She kissed the corners of Callie's mouth, that place right under Callie's ear that always had her moaning before Tony could even touch her, her cheeks, and finally a quick peck on her nose.
"You aren't in love with me because you are still in love with your ex-wife."
"Tony …"
"And it's okay, it really is. I knew what I was signing up for, Callie. Mostly. I'm not one of these people that believe that there is only one person for every person. The world is a big fucking place, and I believe you can love more than one person. It's all down to fate and timing. I love you the way you love Arizona. I can only wish that timing was in my corner, that I had met you before you met her. Things may have been different. But I will always love you, no matter what."
"Tony," Callie begged, "don't do this, please."
"After everything you two have been through, you are still in love with Arizona, and that says a lot. I'm not going to stand in the way."
They sat there in silence, both crying, staring into each other's eyes. The conflicting look in Callie's eyes almost had Tony backing off, telling her she was a fool, and they'd work it out, all three of them. Callie did love her and that could be enough. If only Callie wasn't in love with somebody else.
Sighing, Tony held tight to Callie's hand rubbing soothing patterns with her thumb. "You are going to be okay."
"What am I supposed to do without you? I need you." It wasn't just the relationship that had blossomed between the two of them, but they were friends, for a while now, before everything, and Callie felt like she was losing her best friend all over again. Why did this keep happening? Why was she always on the receiving end of loss?
"Talk to Arizona."
Callie shook her head, "I can't."
Tony gave her a weak understanding smile. "You have to." Because as much as Callie needed Tony, and Tony needed Callie, Callie needed Arizona Robbins even more. Tony could only do so much, be so much, when it was obvious Arizona was what made Callie Torres whole.
"What about you?" Callie questioned timidly; she couldn't swallow losing her friend and girlfriend in the same night.
"Give me some time to get over you. To hate your ex-wife for a bit. I'll be back. I can't lose you; you are a part of me Callie. A very important part of me." Tony promised.
"As …?" Callie dared to ask, hopeful.
"Your friend."
Callie started crying again, it was relief, mixed with sadness and loss. She was losing her girlfriend, a woman she loved very much, but Tony wasn't going anywhere; she wasn't losing her friend. It hurt though, everything about this night hurt. "I'm sorry." Callie sobbed. She was sorry, but she wasn't sure if it was for pushing her girlfriend away, or for not dealing with things five years ago so this would have never had a chance to happen. Was she sorry for losing Tony over this or that Tony was right, about everything?
"Hey, hey." Tony pulled Callie back in for a hug. "I'm supposed to be the one crying and getting comforted here." She teased.
Callie couldn't help but laugh, hugging tight to her friend. God, what was she going to do? They sat that way, holding each other close for just a few more minutes, Tony memorizing everything about Callie, lingering just a few moments longer before she left. Not much later, Callie found herself lying on her bed, sobbing into her pillows and thinking hard about her next move. She found no comfort in her bed as the future held such little hope for her. What did it matter if she still loved Arizona; nothing had changed. Arizona hated Callie and now her girlfriend had just dumped her.
I'm Too Sexy For My Shirt
Callie knew what she had to do, and that was talk to her ex-wife. She was supposed to be out with her mom and their daughter, but Callie was hoping since the movie didn't start for another few hours, that she would catch Arizona before she left the hotel room. Barbara had picked Sofia up, so she wasn't worried that her daughter would be there to overhear this conversation, because Sofia couldn't be there to overhear it. Callie wasn't even certain she was ready to hear it.
Knocking, Arizona opened the door immediately looking slightly flustered and damn it, beautiful.
"Hi." Arizona smiled. "Sofia's at Mom's, I am just finishing up something for Karev, and then I'll go join them; are you … are you coming too?" Arizona asked hopeful, standing back from the door to invite Callie into the room.
Still stuck on how beautiful her ex-wife looked, Callie paused a moment to collect her thoughts. "I think we need to talk." Callie responded as she closed the hotel room behind her.
The look in Arizona's eyes were smoldering, watching closely Callie's every move as if she was ready to pounce. "Arizona?"
Arizona's lips were on her faster than she could question why. Soft lips assaulting her senses, the warmth of Arizona's mouth invading her entire being. They stood that way for what felt like an eternity, before Callie was passionately pressed up against the door, their mouths devouring each other without apology. Moans of approval, sighs of contentment the only sounds to be heard against the echoes of sucking flesh, of clashing teeth.
Callie leaned into the embrace, her hands without thought found themselves pulling at Arizona's hips; pulling her impossibly closer, into her body, molding to her, fitting perfectly. And Arizona couldn't stop, tasting Callie again was too much, too overpowering, so much better than her last memory.
Pulling back, out of breath, both women panting hard, desire reflected in their eyes, a silent agreement met. Now stumbling across the hotel room for the bed, shirts, items of clothing found their way across the room, landing on lamps, behind pieces of furniture. Neither spoke as hands fumbled with nerves, timidly touching bare flesh, kneading full breasts, flicking against taut nipples. Neither broke eye contact, staring deep into the others eyes.
Callie moaned as she pinched the pebbling nipple between her fingers; the feel of it hardening into full arousal under her touch was almost too much.
The moan was enough, Arizona leaned in, kissing Callie fully on the lips, slowly peeling the rest of her clothing off, taking extra time to run her fingers along Callie's newly exposed skin, fingernails digging deeply into the flesh of her backside as she pulled her in, needing to feel the heat of the body she'd dreamed about for too long. And then, she was pushing Callie back onto the bed, crawling up after her after discarding her own pants; now both women completely nude. Completely unapologetically naked, baring all for the other.
Wet heat covered Callie's thigh as Arizona's body slid against hers. Looking up, bright blue eyes sparkled back at her; need, love, and lust circling in them. Callie had dreamed of this, for so long she dreamed of that look in Arizona's eyes once again. Tangling her fingers in Arizona's hair, she pulled her down, kissing her with every part of her being, sucking Arizona's bottom lip between her own. She bit down before screaming out, as slim fingers danced through her wetness; Arizona taking full pleasure in the pain and arousal simultaneously.
"You're so wet. I've missed this." Arizona smiled, brushing gently against Callie's clit, producing another loud moan ripping from her lover.
"Oh God." Callie let go of Arizona's hair, now cupping her bare ass with both hands, pulling her flush against, skin against naked skin.
The brisk movement jolted Arizona forward, her fingers that were teasing Callie, tracing light patterns against her heated center, were now thrust deep inside, Callie immediately squeezing them, pulling her further into her tightness.
"Fuck..." She arched her back, Arizona using her wrist to continually fill Callie's wetness, her thumb pressing perfectly against the throbbing bundle of nerves begging for attention.
She couldn't keep her hands still; they were aching to touch Arizona, to fill Arizona, to show her everything she couldn't say. In one quick move, she went from squeezing tight muscles of Arizona's ass, to reaching around with her long arms, filling her from behind; both women now frantically fulfilling the others long overdue desires. The feel of Arizona again after all this time was enough to bring Callie teetering on the edge of both physical and emotional passionate release.
Supporting herself with her free hand, Arizona slightly hovered over Callie, breasts rubbing, panting, and sweat gliding them against each other.
"Calliope." She moaned. "Right there." She could feel Callie deep inside her; from her heart on down, and it was right where she belonged. Where she always belonged.
"Please."
They begged, pushing each other to the brink.
Feeling Callie's body tense, her fingers speeding up, Arizona leaned down, needing more connection, moaning into Callie's open mouth.
"Yes." She arched her back, biting down on Arizona's bottom lip again; riding out wave after wave of pleasure. She didn't see starbursts, her vision didn't fade out; she focused on the love in the eyes above her, the tears falling down porcelain cheeks. Overwhelmed, Callie's fingers pulled out, reaching for Arizona's clit and rubbing almost violently to bring her lover to the same place.
"I love you." Callie whispered as Arizona collapsed to the side of her body, both out of breath.
Neither spoke as they stared at each other, small smirks of satisfaction on their lips, love reflecting from their eyes.
Callie heard movement in the corner of the room, looking up she caught a glimpse of another woman.
"What's she doing here?" Callie started yelling; her heart was beating out of her chest, her mind was spinning in a hundred different directions.
Panicking, Callie grabbed the blanket for cover. Stuttering through her tears, she scooted away from Arizona. "What is she doing here, Arizona? Why … why is she here?" She was sobbing now, the look of guilt spreading across Arizona's features. God, she'd seen that look before. She was so stupid. So so stupid.
Callie sat up, violently choking on her tears. Looking around the empty room, she realized she was home, by herself, in bed. Alone. It was a dream. A nightmare. Arizona was still with their daughter, Lauren Boswell was a thing of the past; they were a thing of the past. Tony dumping her tonight, putting those stupid thoughts that she was still in love with her ex-wife into her mind was what this was all about. It was a dream. Fuck!
Untangling the sheets from her body, Callie heard the unmistakable sound of somebody at the door. Great, more unwanted company. The last person dumped her, was this one going to just shoot her through the heart and put her out of her misery?
"Coming." She hollered as she made a quick stop to wash the tears from her face before facing whomever was at her door.