Hey readers!
Thanks for the reviews, keep them coming. I know there was one comment that questioned Owen's role in Callie's recovery/role in this story. Of course, Owen is still Callie's husband and he is a critical part of her life. However this is, for now, Arizona's story. Since we only have Arizona's POV, readers will have to imagine what goes on beyond Arizona's perspective. And I encourage you to do so. But don't worry, you will receive more details about Callie and Owen's relationship in upcoming chapters :)
If anyone else has questions about the story, please feel free to ask.
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Walking back to Callie's office, my brain spun with the conversation I had just had with Carol. What had Callie said to her? What did any of this mean for me?
I stopped for a second, just in front of Callie's office. I realized this was the spot where I had talked to Olivia, where I had seen Mr. Warren. Likely, this is where Olivia died. For the first time, I allowed guilt to wash over me. I had chosen Callie over Olivia. If I had to do it again, I would make that exact same choice a million times over. This, I realized, was the source of my guilt. Not that I hadn't saved Olivia, but I had blatantly chosen not to. I cared, loved, Callie so much that I had ignored the life right in front of me. Someone had lost their daughter, their granddaughter, their friend, the love of their life, because of me. Reaching for Callie's office, I felt myself begin to crumple. When I opened her door, Callied was already standing there, waiting for me. She pulled me into her chest and held me while I sobbed. We didn't speak or move, we just stood there, our tears running together. After a short while, I looked up at her, letting our foreheads connect. She put my hair behind me ears and kissed me on the lips, softly. After a few moments, I pulled back, looks of question on my face. She looked at me sadly, and I knew then that here, now, she was unable to give me anything more than this.
The next two days carried on in a similar fashion. We met with Carol, together or apart. When together, we talked more about the shooting than anything. When we met apart, I talked usually talked about Callie. It was unavoidable; she permeated almost every thought I had. Callie and I never talked about our separate meetings with Carol; amidst the firestorm of the shooting, followed by our sudden affair, some thing were better left unsaid.
After our third day of this makeshift therapy, Callie was cleared for surgery. I never technically had to be cleared to scribe for her, I was just so entwined in her story that it felt like I had passed Carol's "test" too.
"It feels good, to be done. To have talked about everything and have it off our chest" I said to Callie. We were sitting in her office. She had just gotten done with her final meeting with Carol. We had gotten into the habit of waiting for one another after these sessions. The last two days, we had done nothing more platonic than hold one another while one of us or usually both of us, cried. Today, we felt lighter, better about what we had gone through, like we could really start healing.
"Yeah..I am glad it's over" She said leaning against her desk. It was Friday and we had the rest of the weekend off. On Monday, we would be back to our normal surgical routine.
"Any plans for the weekend?" I asked, not ready to leave her office. We hadn't spent a day apart since the day before the shooting.
"Well, I was going to fly to my parent's house for the weekend. They're worried about me and I rarely have more than a couple days off in a row. But, they had a last minute emergency. I'll go in a couple weeks…" She said.
"That sounds fun, Callie. Enjoy it" I paused, but couldn't help myself from asking, "Is Owen going with you? In a couple weeks, I mean?"
"No...I am sure he wont…he is busy here..." She said, unwilling to offer up any more details than that.
"Okay, well, have a good weekend. I will probably spend it watching Netflix" I said jokingly, my hand on the door handle. She grabbed my hand before I could open the door.
"Can you stay, just for a few more minutes?" She asked quietly.
"Of course" I said with a small smile.
She sat down in her chair and pulled me into her lap. For a moment, we just sat there, enjoying the embrace of one another. But then we made eye contact, and I saw fiery passion in her eyes. We hadn't done anything more than kiss in four days, and by the look on Callie's face, she had waited long enough. I shifted myself, straddling her. She let a small moan escape her lips and pulled my face to hers. She quickly moved to my neck, kissing the spot where the faint redness of the last hickey she gave me remained.
"Are you sure about this…in your office?" I asked. Callie didn't take her lips off of my neck.
"Do you have a better idea?" she said, her voice muffled against my neck. She moved to my earlobe and I gasped.
"No, actually I think this might be the best idea you have ever had" I said. She looked up at me with a full smile. She put her index finger to my lips.
"Good. Now stop talking" She said, pulling me in for a kiss. Callie began unbuttoning my shirt, letting my bra and breasts spill out of my shirt. She grabbed my breasts, kissing me more deeply.
"This isn't fair", I said, panting, "You have a dress on". I said, unable to expose her.
With that, she stood us up. She propped herself onto her desk, sitting with her legs slightly spread. She kicked her shoes off , took off her blazer and hiked up her skin tight dress. Callie looked me dead in the eye, lust burning within them.
"Make it fair" She commanded. Holy shit, I thought, Could she get any sexier? I slowly walked towards her, removing the rest of my shirt as I approached her. Just as I entered her reach, I turned around.
"Could you get that?" I said seductively, pointing to my zipper. She pulled my zipper down slowly, and I stepped out of my skirt, revealing a black thong. With my back to her, she pulled me close to her, propping me slightly onto her desk. She ran her fingers up to my breasts, kissing my neck. I gripped her knees, knowing already that I was not going to last long. I felt her hands start to travel lower, first my stomach and hips, then resting her hands on my upper thighs. I spread my legs slightly, propping my legs on the chair in front of me, allowing her easy access. She pushed my panties to the side, running her fingers over my wet mound. She held still for a moment, allowing us both a moment to catch our breath. We were both breathing heavily, in sync. Just as I was about to ask her if she was okay, or if she wanted to stop, I felt her slide her middle finger inside of me. We both gasped. Again, she held still. I shifted myself slightly, letting her finger slip deeper inside of me.
"It's ok" I said, turning my head to the side. She met me with a kiss, squeezing my left breast with the hand not buried within me. I began rocking myself again her finger, encouraging her. She met me with thrusts, adding another finger inside of me. Callie felt so good inside of me, surrounding me, I felt my walls begin to tense. She removed her free hand from my breast and began rubbing my nub in circular, aggressive motions.
"Kiss me" She said. As my walls began quivering, I threw my head back against her shoulder. She kissed my lips and with one strong thrust into me, I came. While the orgasm washed over me, I felt Callie curl her fingers inside of me.
"Oh my god…Calliope" I moaned, letting the orgasm ride itself out. She removed her fingers from me and we just sat there, propped on her desk, sweaty and half naked.
"That was…amazing" I said, gasping for air. I felt her smile against my back, pulling me close. I resisted her, slipping off the desk.
"What are you doing?" Callie asked. I pulled her off the desk so we were both standing, facing each other. I grabbed the edges of her dress and pulled it up past her waist. I pushed her into her chair, a slow smile spreading across her face.
"I am not done with you yet" I said, hovering over her, planting a kiss on her full lips. I pulled her to the edge of her chair and knelt down. I made my way up the inside of her legs, kissing every inch of her inner thighs. When I reached her center, I planted a light kiss on her throbbing nub. She moaned, pulling my head closer to her. I grabbed her panties, essentially ripping them off of her.
"Sorry" I whispered, looking up at her, showing her the tear in her purple, lacy panties.
"Mhhm" Callie moaned, clearly not concerned. I smiled, wrapping my arms around her ass, pulling her left leg over my shoulder. I licked her entire mound, tasting her wetness. I lightly nibbled her clit, causing Callie to squeeze my head between her legs.
"Careful" I teased, blowing a light air over her. Her head was thrown back, running her fingers through my hair.
"I need you inside of me. Arizona, please" She moaned. I began suckling her nub, and slowly entered two fingers into her. Pumping painfully slow, I made a circular motion with my tongue around her nub.
"More" Callie groaned. I entered a third finger into her, accelerating my rate. I suckled her clit more aggressively, feeling her walls contract around my fingers. She met my fingers with quick thrusts. I replaced my tongue with my available thumb, increasing the contact against her nub.
"Cum for me, Calliope" I whispered, pumping deeper inside of her. She came slowly, her body trembling against my hands. When she relaxed, looking exhausted, I pulled her dress down and climbed into her lap.
"Maybe we could just hang out here all weekend? Order pizza every day?" I joked, though halfway seriously. She smiled, kissing my cheek.
"I wish we could" she said quietly. We sat in silence for a few moments, Callie gently scratching my back. Again, the urge to spill my emotions to her overcame me. Sitting there with Callie, in her arms, was nirvana to me. I wasn't one to believe in fate or god or any of that, but I felt like we were meant to be right where we were then. The only thing stronger that my love for her in that moment was the fear that if I ever said what I wanted to say to her, that she would slip right through my finger tips.