This is the final in a trio of stories I wrote of Arizona and Callie getting back together. It is the most angry and sort of the most raw. 10 chapters, all written. The first and last are the two longest. Just hang on for the ride. It 100% isn't going to be for everyone. If you don't like it, catch ya on the next one.
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"Who's Dr. Boswell?"
"She's the woman Arizona slept with last night."
Callie walked out of the room because if she had to spend another minute around her wife she was going to do something that would require her friends to hold her back. She was more angry than she had ever been in her life. At the same time, the numb feeling that set in when she saw the rings pinned to Boswell's scrub top hadn't lifted either.
The fight they had the night before was still raging in her mind. The look in Arizona's eyes was one she saw so often since they had gotten serious years ago. A look where she wanted to avoid until she couldn't anymore and exploded. Because that was Arizona's way wasn't it? Avoid instead of talk about it, say things she meant but not really but yeah a little bit she did and then do some sort of grand gesture to get back in Callie's good graces.
The words Arizona screamed at her were so fresh in her mind. And if she was in her right mind they hurt as much as seeing Arizona's wedding rings pinned to Boswell's scrub top.
"You want it? The street cred? The badge of honor? The warrior wounds? Then great. Stick out your leg and I will go grab a bone saw, and let's even the score!"
Callie jabbed at the elevator button and stepped on before checking to see who was already inside.
"Hey, Dr. Torres," Ben Greer, a third year ortho resident smiled as Callie got on the elevator. "Crazy how much damage the storm did last night, right?"
Callie turned around to tell him to shut up when she paused. Ben was tall, handsome with his green eyes and light brown hair. He was the kind of of guy a younger her would have enjoyed some time with.
"What are you doing right now?" Callie asked as she crossed her arms over her chest.
"Going to get some sleep, I've been working non step so Dr. Bennett said to get some rest," Ben explained what another attending told him.
Arizona had violated their wedding vows like it was nothing at all. She had tried to fake her out and pretend things were fine afterward. She cheated. She opened the door to a path Callie was almost sure lead to their demise.
Arizona had started this.
Callie was determined to finish it.
"You've been hitting on me since last year," Callie said with an arch of her eyebrow. "Want to do something about it, or are you all talk, Greer?"
Ben's smile widened as he looked Callie up and then down. "Are you serious or is this some weird test?" He asked carefully. "I just had to sit through the yearly sexual harassment video."
"I'm not kidding," Callie looked at him as the elevator doors opened. "If you want to have sex, follow me," She said before walking out of the elevator.
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Laying under Ben as he moved over top of her, Callie almost pushed him off of her, but she didn't. She let him touch her, let him fall between her legs, and let him thrust forward. She bit back a cry and reached above herself to hold on to the bottom of the upper bunk as he moved.
It had been a long time since Callie had been with a man. The weight on top of her, the hard lines, the act itself was so different than what she had with Arizona. Being with Arizona had always made her feel like her blood was caught on fire. Being with Ben was like feeling her insides turn to ash.
Every time Ben moved, Callie nearly pushed him off and every time she forced herself to let him keep going.
Every time he whispered in her ear, Callie wanted to hiss at him to shut up, but she forced herself to listen to how this resident thought she was the sexiest woman he'd ever seen.
Every time he reached down to touch her with skilled fingers, Callie had to bit back the bile that wanted to force itself out of her stomach.
Finally, her body did what Ben had been trying to make it do, and she felt herself come to orgasm. It was fine enough, but it left her still feeling the fiery numbness that she had before she stepped on the elevator. When Ben finished, she felt his weight press her down to the bed. She laid there fighting back tears as he kept whispering in her ear.
When they finally got up, condom checked for holes and tossed away, Callie felt dirty. She wondered to herself for a moment if Arizona felt the same when she was done with Boswell, but she punished that away.
"This never happened," Callie said after she redressed before walking out of the on-call room without looking back. She headed to the attendings locker room to grab a shower, wash this mistake off her skin, and put on clean scrubs.
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Working with Arizona had sucked every bit of life out of Callie. Having to tell Leah Murphy that Arizona was, despite what she snapped earlier in the day, a talented general surgeon had just made it worse.
She was glad when she made it back to the apartment before Arizona. She packed herself and Sofia at least a week's worth of clothing. Sofia was with Cristina of all people, her friend pulling Godmother duty when Callie needed her most. She looked around the apartment before pouring herself shot of tequila and then another.
When Callie heard the door open and then close, she took a third shot.
"What's going on?" Arizona asked when she looked at the bags by the couch.
"I'm going to be staying at the Archfield," Callie said as she came out from the kitchen. "I would stay here and make you go to a hotel, but I don't think I can sleep in our bed after today."
"Callie," Arizona whispered. "What I said about … I know you've lost things. I know you have. I shouldn't have said …"
"No," Callie cut Arizona off. "You shouldn't have. You shouldn't have fucked someone else either," She felt her heart racing in her eyes. "And neither should I."
"What?" Arizona whimpered. Her eyebrows rose as a hand moved to her chest over her heart. "Callie, what did you do?"
"I fucked some ortho resident," Callie said as she stood with her hands balled into fists at her side. She nearly spat the words out as she spoke. "He's been flirting with me for months, and I always brushed him off. But after last night? After you cheated on me and yelled at me and told me to stick out my leg, so you could go grab a bone saw to even the score? I fucked him. I let him do whatever he wanted to me. Because if you can screw some whore like you're your father on shore leave, why can't I?"
"Don't bring my father into this!" Arizona yelled.
"Why not?" Callie yelled back. "Why not bring in the one that taught you to self-flagellate yourself instead of dealing with your shit? Why not bring in the one that taught you to pretend everything is alright instead of making sure it is? Why not bring up the man who still can't mention the name of his own son a decade after he died?"
Arizona opened her mouth to say something before shutting it again and turning around before walking back to where she had been standing. "You promised me you wouldn't cut my leg off. You promised! You make impossible things happen with arms and legs all the time! How could you not save my leg?" She yelled to try and take this away from something that ran too deep.
"You think I didn't try everything I could think of?" Callie shot back. "You think I didn't pull out every stop I could to try and come up with a way to save your leg? Most doctors would have cut it off way before I gave permission to. I tried Arizona, it was too far gone. Something the doctor in you should be smart enough to understand."
Arizona moved into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of very expensive whiskey that Carlos had sent her as a gift for her birthday. She opened it and poured herself a large glass. She downed two shots worth and then another two a moment later.
"Why is it every time you want to punish me you end up under some guy? Why is that? First Mark and now some ortho resident? Why is it when you want to hurt me you find the first willing cock to let inside you?" Arizona asked with rage in her voice.
"Because I know the fact I'm bisexual makes you crazy," Callie said coldly. "I know that the fact I like men makes your insides squirm. So, why not salt the wound? Why not take a chance to make you feel like you aren't enough? Because since that plane went down you have taken every chance to make me feel like I will never be enough for you again."
Arizona wrapped her arms around her middle. "You want to know why it makes me so crazy?" She asked, her jaw clenching as she paused.
"Might as well tell me. We're having it out, let's have it out." Callie crossed her arms over her chest.
"You have a choice," Arizona said. "You get sick of carrying a pride flag, and you can find some guy and settle down and have all the babies you want and no one would bat an eye. I could become just a mistake from your past. Just a phase that you outgrew." She closed her eyes tightly as she bowed her head. "I knew when I was thirteen years old that I would have to fight for every scrap I ever got. I have been out since high school. I have paid my dues, because I had no other option," she whispered as she looked up at Callie again.
"You found a guy, you got married, and you tried to have a kid with him. He cheated on you, you forgave him, and tried to make it work. And then you divorced him. And it makes me so angry that all that can happen and some people will look at that relationship, at a Vegas wedding and you trying to have his child to keep him around as more valid, more worthy of protecting, of better than the marriage you and I have that isn't even legal. That no matter how hard I work at being a good wife, something I've clearly failed at, I am not your wife on paper." Arizona ran a hand through her hair as she stepped back until her back hit the frame of the door so she could take some weight off her leg. "That is why you being bisexual scares me. You have a choice and I have none."
"That is the biggest load of shit I've ever heard," Callie said in a low voice. "You think this marriage was any less real to me than my marriage to George O'Malley? You think I called myself your wife as some trick? I am your wife and you did just what George did. You fucked some blonde who didn't understand what a wedding band meant!"
"And you emotionally cheated on me with Mark since we got together," Arizona snapped back. "He slept in our bed. He cuddled you. You talked to him about things you refused to tell me about. You talked about our sex life with him. You told him how I liked to be fucked!"
"It was Mark!" Callie yelled. "Mark was my best friend and the one person in my life who didn't judge me. Everyone judged me. All the time. He never did. He just accepted who I was and loved me anyway. Even when I fucked up. He was always there to make sure I had a safe place to land."
"And I'm your wife!" Arizona cried. "Callie, you picked him. Over and over and over again. You picked him, and if I wanted in I had to share you." She wrapped her arms around herself as she fought back the urge to sob. "I knew I wanted to be your wife six or seven months in. Before we fought about babies and Carter Maddison grants. Before I had to be reminded you hadn't signed a piece of paper to make me your medical proxy, so I had any say in your care after the car crash. Before all of that I knew I wanted to be your wife. And I also knew during all that if I became your wife he would be your husband, because you refused to give him up. Even when I told you how it made me feel, you dismissed how I felt. You made me sleep in the same bed as him."
"Because I knew you'd bail!" Callie snapped. "Mark wouldn't. He wouldn't leave me, because he wasn't in love with me. He was my best friend and my sex buddy and he would be there. Whenever you left. Which you did. Again and again. You kept leaving me. And he was always there. Why wouldn't I want to keep him around?"
Arizona pushed off the wall when the pain in her leg got too much for her and went into the bedroom. She all but ripped her pants off and then half threw, half pushed her leg to the floor.
Callie made her way to the doorway and just stood there and looked at her wife half dressed and crying on their bed.
"Do you wish I died and he lived?" Arizona asked in a small voice.
Callie didn't answer for a moment as she leaned against the doorframe. "You don't want me to answer that."
"I need you to," Arizona said as she turned her head to look at her wife.
"Sometimes I wonder what it would be like if you were the one here and I was the one there. And sometimes I wonder what would have happened if you came back with two legs. And sometimes, yes, I wonder what would have happened if you died out there and Mark came back," Callie said as her eyes couldn't quite look at Arizona's face.
"Me too," Arizona whispered. "I thought of killing myself. Out there. I had a sharp piece of metal that I knew I could jab in my leg. I'd bleed out and the pain would stop and I could be with Tim again."
"And Sofia would be down two parents and I wouldn't even have gotten a flag," Callie commented.
"Maybe she's better off," Arizona whispered. "Maybe she's better off if I just went to sleep and didn't wake up. Maybe you're better off if I just fade away." She ran her hand over her face as she laid in the middle of a bed that would never host two people unbroken by each other again.
Callie crossed the room and moved on the bed. She straddled Arizona and pinned her wrists at the side of Arizona's head. "Don't you ever, ever say that again Arizona Robbins. Don't you ever wish to die so you don't have to face another day. Don't you ever wish that Sofia has to say goodbye to another parent. Don't you dare do that to her or to me."
Arizona was shocked at the position that she found herself in. She was panting as she looked up at Callie panting right along with her. She was pinned down on the bed with her pants and her leg both off. Callie was strong enough even if she had both of her legs she wouldn't be able to get away. Now? Now she was completely at Callie's mercy.
"You don't get to spend the last year pitying yourself, making my life hell, burning our marriage to the ground, and then get to just go to sleep and not wake up. No. No!" Callie all but screamed as she looked down at Arizona.
"Calliope…" Arizona whispered as she tugged a bit to try and get her right hand free. She closed her eyes as she tried to calm her racing heart.
"No," Callie snapped. "You lay there and you look at me. You look at how broken I am because of you. You say I didn't lose anything? I lost you. I lost my wife and my best friend and Lexie. I lost myself because you needed me to be your everything while hating that I was. You could have slapped me around and it would have hurt less than what you did. You became a monster, and I took it. I took it because I thought we'd make it through. Because I promised what you couldn't do, I would. I promised that before I promised to save a fucking leg that wanted to kill you."
Neither could tell you what happened next.
How one minute they are looking at each other as Callie explained how broken she was from Arizona's own damage and the next Callie's lips were against Arizona's as her hands tightened around her wrists.
Neither could explain it but it didn't make the kiss any less passionate. It didn't make Arizona's toes curl any less or stop Callie from grinding down against Arizona. If anything the words said, the anger expelled, just pushed them on.
Callie let go of Arizona enough to pull her own shirt off before pulling Arizona's off next. She leaned back down and kissed Arizona again, her tongue pushing its way into Arizona's mouth without hesitation. When Arizona tried to roll them over, Callie used her position on top to stop her.
"You don't get to be on top of me right now," Callie growled. "You want this to keep going? You want the last person I slept with not to be a man? Then lay there until I decide you get to move."
Arizona didn't trust her voice so she nodded. She managed to get her right hand pulled out from Callie's grip after another moment of struggling. She brought it up to the back of Callie's neck to pull her down into a deep kiss.
Callie knew her lips would be bruised tomorrow. The kisses they were exchanging weren't a show of love or passion. They were taking out their shared anger on each other. It felt freeing in a way. To pin Arizona down. To take her control away in a way Arizona had denied her for over a year. To not think.
"Calliope," Arizona cried out when Callie broke their kiss to latch on to her neck.
Callie nipped harder than she usually would. She didn't care what kind of marks Arizona had to cover up the next day. She didn't care if someone saw Arizona or what they thought of her when they did. Her teeth sunk into her wife's pale skin and left marks. She held back only enough not to draw blood or leave marks that would never fade.
"Cal…liope" Arizona's voice broke as she cried out as Callie bit down on her again.
Callie shoved a hand under one of the cups of Arizona's bra before reaching back to unhook it. Hers joined Arizona's on the floor a moment later before she leaned back down to attack the other side of Arizona's neck.
"Oh, my God." Arizona bucked up against Callie as she felt Callie press their chests together with one of Callie's hands palming one of her breasts roughly.
Callie marked Arizona's neck. She wanted a reminder to them both who Arizona belonged to. She wanted Arizona to spend the next few weeks looking at herself in the mirror and seeing evidence of this night. Of this fight. Of what she brought on them both.
"Stop trying to get free," Callie demanded when Arizona tried to get her left hand free.
"Alright," Arizona whimpered as she felt Callie gripping her left wrist harder.
Callie pulled back and undid her pants before pushing them down her legs. She removed Arizona's underwear and then her own.
Callie stood at the end of the bed and took in her wife's naked form.
Clothes, off.
Leg, off.
Chest rising and falling quickly as she panted.
"God, fucking damnit," Callie growled as she moved on top of Arizona again and pinned both hands above her head. She moved them together so she could pin them together to free up one of her own.
It wasn't as if the pair hadn't dabbled on the rough side before, but as Callie shifted to straddle Arizona's right thigh and used her positional advantage to keep Arizona pressed against the bed she realized that this was farther than they had ever gone either before or after the crash. As much as punishing Arizona for her sins was at the very top of Callie's list, she had a small part in her brain that screamed for her to at least make sure that Arizona wasn't mid panic attack. Moving her lips to Arizona's throat, Callie started to lightly nip there as she tried to figure out what to say.
How do you get consent to hate fuck your wife after she cheated on you and you fucked a random resident as payback?
"What's our safe word?" Callie asked against Arizona's throat before pulling back to look into her eyes.
"Pyrexia," Arizona whispered. She knew in saying it she was consenting until and unless she said it again. She needed this, Callie needed this, and she prayed it wouldn't be their dying breath.
Pyrexia was a fever. A word for when the body became too hot.
Callie looked in Arizona's eyes for a moment longer, seeing trust she didn't think she deserved looking back at her.
Instead of saying anymore more, Callie bent down to kiss Arizona roughly as she felt Arizona tugging weakly at the hand pinning hers down. Not enough to even constitute her trying to break free, more to make Callie keep engaging her. Callie just tightened her grip on Arizona's wrists.
Callie's free hand snaked down Arizona's body before it gripped her hip to pull them closer. She pressed herself down against Arizona's thigh as Arizona ground herself against Callie's.
"Is this how she fucked you?" Callie asked as her lips pressed to the shell of Arizona's ear. "Rough like this?" She asked before she moved her hands off of Arizona's hip to move between her thighs. Without preamble she pushed two fingers inside of Arizona and curled them forward.
"Fuck," Arizona cried out as she tried to arch up. She closed her eyes as she rocked herself back and then forward against Callie's rough movements. After months of nothing and then weeks of tender love making this felt like a lightning strike.
"Was she rough with you?" Callie asked again as her hand kept moving in and out of Arizona. She had tears in her own eyes as she moved against Arizona's thigh to give herself some pleasure. "Did she make you beg?"
"Calliope, please," Arizona begged. She wasn't sure what she wanted, be it a softer touch, Callie to stop talking, Callie's thumb to move to where it was avoiding, or her hands to be allowed to touch Callie in return.
"Or was it like this?" Callie's hand stopped moving. She waited for Arizona's hips to still before touching her tenderly. Her wrist and fingers moving slowly as she pressed soft kisses to Arizona's shoulder almost mockingly. "Did she go slow like this? Did she make you sigh? Make those breathy little moans come out that happen when you're about to come?" She asked. She let her tongue trace one of the marks she made earlier.
Arizona closed her eyes and bit back a comment about Callie's own on-call room activity. She was the one that opened this door and now she had to handle whatever came out of it. If Callie wanted to ask her about how Lauren Boswell fucked her? Well she deserved to have that laid at her feet.
"No." Arizona managed to answer. "It wasn't like this. It wasn't anything like it is with you. She doesn't know me the way you know me. She doesn't have your hands or your eyes. I don't love her," she blurted out as she felt Callie's thumb swipe over her a few times before moving away again. "Calliope," She moaned.
"You didn't want my hands on you," Callie shot back as her hand picked up speed and force again as her hips started to rock against Arizona. "You didn't want me. No matter how I begged you to look at me, want me, love me. Because of your leg. Because of the leg you lost because your pride was hurt when Alex picked Hopkins over you."
"Stop," Arizona started to cry at the mention of Alex telling her about the fellowship offer. Callie was right. Her pulling Alex off the flight was the reason her leg was gone. But she had no way of knowing the plane would go down and her leg would be broken in the crash.
"He gave up Hopkins to stand at your side. I gave up my life to stand at your side. All our friends put up with the monster you are to stand by you," Callie hissed as her fingers curled inside of Arizona. "What a waste of time."
"No," Arizona protested as she tried to stop the flow of tears. Callie was hammer on all her fears right now as her hand made her body tremble.
"No?" Callie laughed as she pulled back to look at Arizona's face. "You don't think the last year has been a waste of everyone's time?" She asked as she swiped her thumb a few more times to get the wide mouth moan out of Arizona she had always been able to pull out when Arizona gave up control.
"I'm better. I'm getting better. I made a mistake. I made mistakes. I'm getting better," Arizona promised as she started to breath a little faster at the thought Callie had given up on her. Even after all that had happened since she locked that on-call room, the idea of Callie giving up was heartbreaking.
"Are you?" Callie laughed humorlessly. She removed her hand from Arizona's wrists before trailing it down one of her arms and across her throat. She wrapped it around her neck and pressed down just slightly. She adjusted herself against Arizona, so her hand could move inside of her while she did. "Are you better, Arizona? Is this better? Because that is news to me."
Arizona could feel the strength in Callie's hand as she pressed down on her throat slightly. She had seen Callie break bones with her hands, and push shoulders back into sockets. She knew how strong her wife was. And yet she wasn't scared Callie would hurt her. Not in this way. Her words had cut bone deep and the sting of her left leg being gone was fresh but Callie's hand around her throat was almost comforting in its intimacy.
Callie moved her fingers in and out of Arizona as she kept her hand on Arizona's throat. Her thumb swiped over one of the bites she made there as their eyes were locked on each other. Callie felt tears well in her eyes at the trust she saw in Arizona's eyes. How could she trust her? How could she love her after she took that resident to bed in anger?
"The last person I fucked was a man and you're laying with your hands over your head while I'm not holding them down," Callie taunted to try to get Arizona to move. To do anything but lay there and take the fucking she had been dishing out.
Arizona's expression changed at the goading. She moved one hand to the wrist by her throat and the other hand moved down between them to slid inside of Callie. The angle hurt her wrist but the pain was welcome compared to the feelings rolling around her head.
"He was so good," Callie moved her lips back to Arizona's ear. It forced her hand to tighten a bit on Arizona's neck but she could feel her breathing under her hand.
"Calliope," Arizona protested.
"I haven't been fuck like hard in years. Fuck knows you never learned to do it no matter how many times you harnessed up and tried." As the words left Callie's mouth, her eyes went wide. It was the first thing she said that night that wasn't true and was said purely to make Arizona feel small. She might throw the affair in her face, but even she winced at her own words.
"That's not true," Arizona growled as she moved her right leg around Callie before using all her strength to flip them. She pulled her hand out of Callie to pin her wrists by her head as Callie had done to her. "Don't lie because you're pissed at me. Don't rewrite our history because you are enraged I slept with another woman. Don't do that. Don't," She snapped.
"You're right," Callie whispered. She refused to say she was sorry, but she could admit that she was lying in the moment.
Arizona looked at Callie for a moment before before she made her way down the bed and between Callie's legs. She couldn't look at her right now. The words kept echoing over and over in her head and she needed to get them out.
"Arizona," Callie said as she felt her wife's mouth on her. She hadn't expected this but as she felt Arizona's tongue and fingers move, one hand tangled in the sheets as the other tangled in Arizona's hair.
Arizona knew how to do this. She knew how to block her feelings, the world, pain in her thigh because her short leg was hanging off the bed. She knew how to bring Callie the type of pleasure that left her muttering in Spanish to herself.
And right now?
Right now she needed to do that. She needed to prove to herself, to Callie but mostly to herself, she could still do that.
Callie arched her body up as Arizona's tongue did the thing that never failed to short out her brain and make it hard to see and breath at the same time. She tightened her hand in Arizona's hair as she rocked her hips against her.
Arizona knew she could tease Callie. She could make her wait. She could make this drawn out and wait an hour before she felt her thighs closing around her head almost painfully.
But tonight was not the night for that. Tonight wasn't the night to spend hours studying Callie's breathing as her fingers curled up or the way Callie's hips lifted as her tongue flicked just right.
Tonight was rough and hard and brutal.
Because right now?
Right now their relationship was rough and hard and brutal.
Callie came with an indistinguishable something on her tongue. Her body bowing up before Arizona grabbed her hips and pushed them down so she could carry Callie through to the other side with as much situation as she could. She knew it would be just this side to too much but did it anyway.
Arizona felt two hands grab her shoulders after Callie recovered enough to sit up. She pressed her lips to Callie's as she let her wife taste herself on her lips. She arched at the fingers thrust inside of her and the way Callie's thumb finally went right where she needed it.
Her cry of Calliope was swallowed up in Callie's mouth when Arizona came. Both felt a fresh wave of tears leak from their eyes as Callie's fingers slid out of Arizona.
Arizona lowered her head to rest on Callie's shoulder as she felt herself tremble. She had no idea if that was Callie calling time of death on their marriage or not. But if it was she was going to lay on top of her for as long as Callie allowed. She was going to soak in the feeling of her warm skin, her rapid heartbeat, her strong arm around her waist.
"I'm serving you with divorce papers in ninety days unless you get help," Callie said as she pressed a kiss to the top of Arizona's head. The fight had drained out of her after the last hour of hate sex. "The kind of help where you talk about the things you've done and said and work through them. Because I can't do this anymore. And I won't let Sofia grow up with her moms who grow to hate each other. So, figure out how to deal with your crap, or we're done."
"Ninety days?" Arizona whimpered.
"I'm not saying you'll be all better in ninety days, or that you have to be fully over everything. But I need to see real change. I need to see you trying. I need to see my wife again," Callie said. "Until then, I'm staying at the Archfield, and we'll work out a schedule for Sofia. I won't keep her from you. Legally we have the same rights since you adopted her after Mark died."
"I don't want you to move out for three months," Arizona said in a small voice. She wrapped her arm around Callie like it would be enough to keep her here.
"I know you don't," Callie said. "But if I'm here we're going to fall back in old habits. We need to focus on healing ourselves before we share the same spare. We'll see each other at work. We'll work on cases together when we have to. We'll text about Sofia. But for the next three months we need to focus on ourselves, so we have the energy to fix our marriage."
Arizona stroked over a thick scar on Callie's hip from the car crash that nearly took her life. "Why did you lie?" She asked softly. "About … the thing you said about me and wearing a strap?" She couldn't get up or let Callie leave without knowing. "You've said in the past you really liked it. That it was really good. That I was."
"It wasn't true, what I said tonight wasn't true. But I needed to make you hurt like I hurt." Callie shivered as she thought of the words she said with the purpose of cutting down Arizona. "I know I crossed the line, but I wanted to make you squirm. I wanted you to hurt, because the thought of what you did with Boswell hurts, Arizona. So does you telling me to stick out my leg so you could cut it off. I wanted to make you hurt that deeply too.."
"I might never forgive you for that," Arizona said.
"I know," Callie nodded sadly.
"I can't … I might never be able to do what I use to with you in bed. Even if we get over how we hurt each other, even if I get the best prosthetic in the world. Even then I am always going to be different in bed. I'm not trying to make it about my leg. I am just … you can't throw my anatomy back at me if I am going to try to get over it," Arizona begged.
"You're right, I can't," Callie agreed. "We both said things tonight that we'll have to talk over. We both did things tonight that we wouldn't usually. I don't know if it's a good sign or a death kneel. But I'll give us ninety days to figure it out."
"What happens if in ninety days I'm not where you want me?" Arizona asked.
"We'll figure it out then," Callie said. She was too tired to game plan right now. "I need to take a shower and go check in to the hotel. Cristina has Sofia and she can only handle so much time with a child unsupervised."
Arizona slid off of Callie even if all she wanted to do was stay there for the rest of the night. She pulled the blankets around her, having no desire to wash Callie off of her tonight. It was all she had left of her once she walked out the front door.
Callie took a quick shower before redressing in the clothes she had on before she and Arizona had sex. She stood at the end of the bed and looked at Arizona.
"Give me your rings," Callie said softly.
"Calliope," Arizona protested.
"Give me your wedding rings, Arizona," Callie said a little more firmly.
Arizona took her rings off of her finger and handed them over to Callie. She watched as Callie took her own rings off before crossing the room to where the fire box that had their passports and other documents lived.
Callie set the four rings inside a small jewelry box she had in there with a few pieces her father gave her own the years and Tim's West Point class ring.
"I love you, Arizona," Callie said after she crossed the room to stand in the doorway between the bedroom and the living room. "Sleep good. I'll see you tomorrow."
Arizona pulled her right knee to her chest. "I love you too, Calliope," she said to her wife's retreating form.