Title: People Talk, Alot 6/?
Author: Lauren Michelle
Pairing: Callie/Arizona
Rating: PG, for this one at least
Summary: This is a story between the lines and between the characters Arizona and Callie. I hope you enjoy it!
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, the show, or anything related to the show. I don't make any money, from this or otherwise, and simply am writing for my enjoyment.
Author's Note: I know it's been a long time, and I shouldn't have been absent for so long, but I'm back now. I will continue to update to the best of my ability and I hope you will still find some enjoyment in that :) Thank you all for your patience.
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Foreign thighs slid together as lips covered lips. Blonde hair slid across the pinned tanned body beneath, running across the smooth curves below the waist. The heat was intoxicating as the tension and need increased as she neared- Arizona's eyes snapped open to see a pillow being smuggled beneath her. Her gaze fell upon the soft, down prisoner, her lips gathering to the right as her emotions mixed pleasure with disappointment.
Cold, harsh, and painful, those described her nights of the past. Often she would awake in a cold sweat, covers everywhere, the pillows thrown by the door, and her in a mass on the floor. The dreams, when she could recall them, were horrific and vivid, often the same situations repeating only in a different location. More often than not, the landscape was her own bedroom, causing confusion to over-take Arizona when she awoke, convinced that it had happened again, happened just then, and she couldn't stop it. But tonight, these pondering only lasted seconds compared to the memory of meeting and kissing Calliope Torres all in the same five minutes. She felt like such a cliche, shedding the panic with the chance of something positive to focus on. It was bad enough when small coffins had been the focus of her pain, but with them added on to her personal memories of violation-
Her mind stopped there and backtracked to the warmth of the abruptly ended dream and accomplishment that should be carrying through the rest of the night. She could feel the gentleness against her still. Arizona saw that softness when she had entered the bar bathroom, a kind of honesty that she wished she had seen everyday of her life, after all the lying and manipulation that had happened.
Her mind stopped at that as she looked up to her ceiling as she settled decadently into the center of the bed.
The cab ride had been hard, but necessary, the exit was executed too well to stay and continue what had occurred in the bar bathroom. Soft fingers found their way to her lips as the feeling returned from the dream. A smile formed beneath them as a thought crossed, that it may not have to be a dream for long, the way she was grinning after the kiss.
The original plan involved more alcohol of course, and thoughts of not coming home, and if so, not alone. But once the blonde glimpsed Calliope looking in the mirror, she knew the brunette was going to be more than that, needed more than that.
Arizona now wanted to give her all of those things.
Her sleek body brought the pillow with it as she untangled herself from sheets, re-situating to see the ceiling above her. A smooth feeling of calm came over her, replacing all of the anxiety she once felt in this room. There was now something bigger than herself to consider, something immediate to look forward to... Really immediate, she thought.
The word "work", never had such and interesting twang to it.
Arizona let out a small smile, quickly covering the curve of her mouth with soft, cotton fabric.
Lexie pulled up the collar of her coat, stepping outside of the bar at about 2am. The night had been nice, even after the excitement. Lexie had been waiting for Mark at the bar, but since Meredith was a few tables away, she doubted it would matter if he even showed. At this point, she wasn't terribly concerned to be honest. She had enjoyed several rounds with her new partner in crime and was having a lot of fun swapping stories and well-balanced banter. Lisa was fiery, to say the least. She was bold, loud, and not ashamed in the least, which was refreshing in the midst of keeping a secret.
"What to do?" She whispered out into the night.
"You still waiting out here for a cab Lex?" Lisa's voice sounded behind her with an implied grin.
Lexie found herself grinning as she continued to look out into the street. "Oh, um- yes. Still waiting."
"Wanna share?" Lisa questioned as she stepped forward while hailing a cab.
"Sounds good." the brunette agreed with a smile and a small gulp.
The red-head's eyes looked to her traveling companion as her hand guided her gently to the approaching yellow vehicle. She found it a bit difficult not to let her hand slip to Lexie's lower back.
Callie had continued to maintain her pleased expression as she sipped lightly at her drink.
"Are you going to tell me what prompted that dumb grin your sporting?"
"Mark- how long have you been sitting there?" The Latina's eyes searched the scene around the plastic surgeon.
He sat comfortably in the chair beside her, with a drink already in hand, meaning he had been waiting for her to take notice, and had apparently given up.
"Long enough to know that either your drink has been spiked, or that-" His eyes embarked on a brief travel across his friends glowing skin. "you just got laid."
The brunette instantly turned three shades of red as she let out a nervous laugh. "Noooo. No, no, no, no."
"Really?" he teased. "Cause you're still grinning." Mark's expression turned smug as he tipped his glass to her. "But it's okay, don't talk. Let it build up, you'll tell me eventually, you always do."
All Callie could do to smother her glow was to steal a shot that he had previously ordered.
Arizona donned her lab coat and smoothed the torso while smiling into the mirror. The morning promised to be crisp and the longer she considered the possibilities, the more the surroundings of the apartment fell away.
Lexie stretched languishly in her bed. Her head twinged with ache but it was soon forgotten as she glimpsed the clock, a full twenty minutes after her shift started.
"Crap, crap, crap!!"
Tearing her cloths off of the ground she rushed into her closet and then out the door. Not even noticing the drowsy, yawning form left in her wake.
The morning rush had been hectic, and Callie swore that there must have been some major skate boarding catastrophe because five 10-15 year olds with broken limbs in the course of three hours? Ridiculous.
Only when the elevator open in to pediatrics did it dawn on her, as she automatically hid to one side, peering, what she thought was discretely, into the brightly decorated hall.
"What are you doing?" she whispered to herself. "She'a blonde not a-"
"Good morning Calliope." The blonde poked her head in at eye-level with a sunny expression.
The brunette looked at her blankly for a split second before shooting to an upright position. "Arizona!"
The peds surgeon chuckled as she smoothly followed Callie's maneuver. "It seems I'll be requiring a bit of your expertise today."
Callie watched as the blonde's eyes made a subtle glide up and down her.
"With all of the casting traffic of course." Arizona widened her smile and turned to leave. "I'll be seeing you Calliope."
Feelings of curiosity and physical intrigue crept across the Latina's body and mind as she stepped out of the elevator and allowed her eyes to follow the blonde's body as she walked down the hall. A look of surprise crossed Callie's face as wheels appeared under the surgeon's shoes, and the walk turned into a glide, triggering giggles from the patient's room.