Chapter 2
"Zona, this is Cal," Tim said, grabbing the Latina by the shoulders and shaking her gently.
Arizona stood dumbfounded, her mouth slack-jawed. She wanted to make words spew from her lips, but it just wouldn't happen, "You're…" she finally mumbled.
"I'm Cal. Nice to finally meet you, Arizona," The Latina smirked, holding out the same hand she had used to help Arizona up just a short time ago. The same hand that sent shivers down her pale pink spine, "That's my beamer in your spot, too. I'm sorry. I'm that jackass."
Arizona's cheeks flushed with blood once more. Pronouns were never used in any of the letters Tim had sent home. The blonde never would have guess that 'Cal' was a woman, let alone someone so pleasing to the senses. Arizona sheepishly took Callie's hand bashfully, offering her a polite, dimpled smile.
"Nice to meet you," she uttered, playing along with the Latina's little game.
"Hey, would it be alright if Cal stayed here for the night? I can sleep on the floor or something," he suggested, picking up the bags that his sister had dropped. He noticed the exchange of conversation between his two favorite women's eyes but couldn't read them.
"That's no problem at all," Arizona articulated, picking up a few more of the bags and taking them into the kitchen.
"AH! Trix cereal, how I've missed you," Tim cuddled the large box in his muscled arms and gently kissed it a few times.
Callie strutted into the kitchen just in time to witness this. Both women gave Tim a raised left eyebrow and a scowled lip. The man put the box on the counter and chuckled, "this is why she was my you when I was away," Tim said to his big sister, "you two are just the same."
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That evening, after Callie cooked an orgasmic meal for three, they sprawled out on the couch with Tim in the center, and popped in a movie.
"What is this garbage?" Tim asked, raising an erect finger towards the flat screen mounted on the apartment wall.
"It's The Hunger Games," Arizona explained, "it's really good, I promise."
"The Hunger Games?" Tim questioned, picking up the video box, "sounds gay."
"HEY!" the two women in the room exclaimed simultaneously. How insync these two strangers were was almost scary.
Arizona retracted into the couch, gluing her eyes to the screen but not paying one bit of attention to the film. She was too wrapped up in her own thoughts to even comment on the perfection and beauty that is Jennifer Lawrence. Her mind was roaming around another woman. She wasn't sure if Callie was into the ladies or not. She wasn't sure if the Latina was defending the movie or her sexuality from her brother's comment. The blonde sunk into the couch lower, forcing her arms across her chest and sighing.
Callie was smiling, feeling the tension in the room from the uncomfortable situation she was putting the blonde in. She knew Arizona was stewing in her own thoughts right now because she was doing just the same. The feelings the blonde made her feel were something she had never felt before. Callie has never felt a connection with someone before. Arizona's touch was like lightning piercing through her skin. She wish the blonde knew more about her. At least as much as Callie knew about the blonde. She'd already heard most of her childhood stories from Tim. She knew she liked girls as well. It was almost as if they'd been friends for years. She's been waiting to put a figure to the name. Arizona. This was her only chance to make an impression on the blonde. Every moment counted.
"I'm tired," Callie whispered in Tim's ear halfway through the film she wished she'd been paying more attention to.
Tim paused the movie and stood up, turning around to find two sets of coinciding eyes peering up at him. "I can sleep on the floor," he suggested once again.
"Tim, no. I'll sleep on the floor," Callie insisted.
"How about this," Arizona interjected, "Tim sleeps on the couch bed and Callie and I will sleep in my bed." 'Oh, no,' Arizona thought to herself, 'Will I be able to control myself with a flawless woman like Callie occupying the right side of my bed?'
Callie and Arizona exchanged glances, the blonde silently asking if this was okay.
"Yeah, that sounds good," Callie replied nonchalantly, rising from the couch. She was more nervous than she was making known. It had been one long, gruesome, sexless year for the Latina and sharing a bed with a beautiful lady such as Arizona was something she would have to mentally and physically prepare herself for.
Callie shuffled over to her military-issued duffle bag and zipped it open, pulling the first night shirt and shorts that she could find. She slipped into the bathroom and stared at herself in the mirror after stripping from her day's attire.
"You can do this, Callie. You're a Torres. You're tough. You can resist her. You cannot sleep with her. You will sleep beside her and nothing more," she whispered to herself. She splashed some cold water on the caramel flesh of her face and stepped out of the master bathroom. Arizona was already in bed, facing away from her. Her bare shoulders were poking out from the blanket. Only a thin strap of pink cut a line through each shoulder blade. Blonde locks were pulled into a loose bun on top of the creamy woman's head. Callie took a silent deep breath and swallowed the thick lump in her throat that had began to constrict her breathing.
She beginning to compare this moment of hardship with her times in Afghanistan. She'd pulled herself through vigorous battle after battle but after sliding between the Egyptian cotton sheets that were drenched in the aroma that was soully Arizona's, she knew she'd be in for the fight of her life tonight. She wanted more than anything to slither her hand around Arizona's ribcage and pull her in close, her back against the Latina's front. She wanted to smell the cucumber melon shampoo scent that lingered in those fair tresses. She urned for to feel the texture of the baby softness in her silky white skin. She wanted everything that was, has been, and always will be Arizona Robbins.
Arizona could feel brown orbs on her from beside her. She listen to Callie's uneven breathing and sometimes even forgot to breathe herself. She'd never felt this way before. No one has ever physically taken her breath away. She felt a sudden divet being made on the other side of the mattress, her body sizzling from the closeness. She was thanking whatever higher power had told her to buy a queen sized mattress. They were meerly inches apart now. The blonde could feel the radiation of heat from Callie's body beside her. She wanted to roll over. She wanted to take those perfectly plump lips to her own and show the Latina just how she felt about her. She wanted to convey in one kiss that these feelings they had so undoubtly felt about each other the moment their eyes met weren't figments of their imagination.
Both Callie and Arizona chickened out. They let their eyes shut without making any kind of movement. Falling into dreamland, they internally promised themselves tomorrow…maybe.