Over the next few hours, Callie and I laid in that luxurious bed together. Callie made love to me, hitting spots within me I never knew I had, which caused me to make noises I have never heard escape my lips before. Then, we just held each other and slept, something I had been waiting for since the night of the shooting. We slept easily and peacefully together; we had obviously been up late the night before. Around 1 or so that afternoon, we showered, together. Callie ordered room service and we ate, together. For those few hours, I almost felt like a normal couple. Almost.
I had had boyfriends in the past, nothing that lasted more than a month or two. Now, I understood why. In those 'relationships', everything felt so...forced. Like we were going through the motions we thought we were supposed to be going through-hugs when greeting one another, dinner dates that led to conversations about the most surface level topics of conversation and the worst, the kiss goodbye at the end of the date. It was all so phony, those 'relationships'. But with Callie, everything was so...real. We were so comfortable with one another, it felt like she had been a part of me forever. One minute we could be intensely talking about religion, art or literature and the next I was tackling her because she sprayed whipped cream down my shorts. This thing between us, wasn't a relationship. I refuse to limit us to that constraining, often binding word. Callie and I, we had joy.
"Owen just called" Callie said, reentering the bedroom. We had just finished eating lunch. I had suggested we jump in the jacuzzi and had just been sitting on the bed, waiting for her to call room service to send up more towels.
"Please don't tell me we have to go" I pleaded, giving her my saddest puppy dog eyes. I was just starting to feel better after my epic hangover and really wanted to have my way with her in the jacuzzi tub.
"I told him I was catching up on a bit of research and that I would be home by 5:00. We have a few hours, but I want to show you something at the hospital" Callie said, stepping out of her bathrobe and into last night's outfit. She took my breath away always, but especially when she was half naked. I gawk, stare and am completely shameless when she is only in her underwear. There are times, like this, when my mouth is hanging open so far that I can't even form words.
"As flattered that I am that I can still distract you with my nudity, I need an answer here" Callie said with her hands on her hips.
"Are you sure you don't want to stay here and hop in that jacuzzi? I will do that thing you like..." I say seductively. She chuckles at my attempt at being sexy and she takes my hands and pulls me off the bed.
"Trust me, there is nothing I want to do more right now than fuck you up and down this hotel room. But, this is important." She said, kissing my cheek. I sighed, knowing I had to say goodbye to this gorgeous hotel room.
"Well then, we better get going."
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"So, where did you say we were going?" I asked Callie as we went down yet another flight of stairs at Seattle Grace.
"I didn't, but we are almost there." She said, squeezing my hand. As soon as we reached the stairwell, out of sight from the vast majority of the hospital staff, Callie had taken my hand and wove her fingers into mine. After three flights of basement stairs, we finally stopped in front of a room labeled "storage".
"This?" I asked, gesturing to the room. She nodded and opened the door to the room. Inside the room was exactly what one would expect to find in a storage closet. Shelves of random medical equipment, including gloves, surgical masks, gauze, etc, littered the space. But Callie pulled me beyond this area to the back of the storage room. Behind the vast shelving was a decent sized space that contained a mattress with full bed clothing and a couple wooden shelves that held books, a keurig, candles, a few pairs of scrubs and other random items that were uniquely Calliope. I also noticed a sink and mirror to the left side of the room.
"Is this your little bungalow, Calliope?" I asked smiling, confused why the daughter of a multi-million dollar empire would create a living space in a glorified storage closet.
"It is. When I first moved here for residency, Owen and I hadn't moved in together yet. I wanted to save living together for our marriage. So, I lived here for three months before the wedding. It was awesome. I was the first to every incoming trauma, the first to round on the morning patients and I heard every code in the hospital. After Owen and I got married, I would still come down here, to get away. Even if it was just for an hour or two. As unconventional as this space is on the outside, I love it. I feel like I can be myself in this place. I can dance in my underwear in this space. I can eat pizza in the nude in this space. I can think about what my marriage is instead of what it is supposed to be in this space." She said, exhausted by the reality of her last sentence.
"I don't understand...what does this have to do with me?" I asked.
"I guess I always thought this...santuctuary of sorts, was for me. But ever since I have met you, I have come to realize this space was meant for us. You, like this place, are my escape" She paused briefly and pulled me down onto the mattress
"Arizona, you are...amazing. You deserve everything. I wish I could give you everything. But right now, this is all I can offer you. This piece of me." I looked to Callie, still not letting go of her hand. She had tears glistening in her eyes. I pulled her close to me, cradling her head in my hands, kissing her temple.
"I know this isn't enough. But this space, can be ours."
"This is everything, Callie. Thank you" I said, kissing her deeply. She pulled me into her, holding me close.
"Owen doesn't know about this place?" I asked quietly, slightly ashamed by my jealousy.
"Only you" She said with a sad smile. I locked eyes with her again, resting both of my hands on her face.
"Do you love me, Calliope?" I asked. She kissed me again, deeply, her tongue grazing my teeth. I pulled away, demanding an answer. She lifted hers to meet mine.
"More than my heart can hold" She replied, her voice cracking. I pulled her into me again, agressively biting her lower lip. I felt her hands travel to my lower back, pulling our pelvises together.
"Make love to me, Callie" I whispered into her left ear.
She pushed me onto the bed and crawled on top of me. She kissed me long and hard, forcing her tongue into my mouth, her tongue dancing with mine. I pulled her hips up higher, lifting her shirt and bra up so her breasts were aligned with my face. I took her left nipple into my mouth, suckling on it slowly. Callie moaned and began grinding her pelvis lightly against my stomach, obviously aching for contact.
"Slow downnn" I moaned, desperately wanting to make this last. I sat up, Callie still strattling me. I lifted her dress and bra over her head. She did the same to me, kissing my neck as she did so. I rolled her over, so she was flat on her back and I was hovering over her. I could see the lust in her eyes, laying there in her sexy black thong. I swung myself off the bed and stood beside her.
"Don't tease me" She said with slight annoyance in her voice. I smiled and began slowly unzipping my jeans, then, slipping out of my underwear. I stood before her, completely nude. Reaching for me, I took Callie's hand and she pulled me on top of her, slipping a thigh between my legs. I let a small moan escape my lips, thrusting slowly against her smooth, perfectly tanned leg. She grabbed my ass and pulled me towards her so our pelvises were in line. I put my hands behind me, bracing myself against the mattress, and moved myself slowly towards her in attempt to gyrate against her. With every contact, Callie grabbed my thighs harder.
"Arizona, don't stop. Pleaseee" She moaned. I could feel her wetness between us. Knowing she was close, I back off again, rolling onto my side.
"Ugh Arizona, what the hell" I whined. I kissed her softly on the lips, then reoriented myself so I was laying on my side, facing her wetness, Callie facing mine. A small smile formed on her lips, making me smile even larger. I threw one of her legs over my head and forced my tongue into her opening. She shuddered, then mimicked my actions, sliding her tongue inside of me. I felt my walls clench as she moved around inside of me. Already soaked, I knew neither of us would last long. Callie took the lead, running her tongue up and down my slit. I tried my best to hold on, letting my fingers flutter inside of her while flicking my tongue up and down her clitoris. I couldn't even keep track of what she was doing to me, but whatever it was, felt amazing. I added more pressure to Callie's nub with my tongue and felt her walls begin to contract, an orgasm iminent. She curled her fingers inside of me, hitting my G spot, and the orgasm washed over me. As my hips involuntarily bucked, I sucked her nub harder, forcing Callie to cum with me. And as we came together, riding out our orgasms together, we laid there, holding onto one another for dear life.