Writer's Note:
To crave what's untouched by daylight's glow, is to dance with shadows where hidden passions grow.
In the dimly lit on-call room, Callie and Arizona found themselves locked in a passionate embrace, their lips colliding with urgency and need. Their surroundings faded away as their focus narrowed to just the two of them. Arizona's blue scrubs were slightly ruffled, the top collar of her scrub stressed from Callie's eager hands. Callie's usually composed hair was a dishevelled mess, with a few strands falling carelessly over her forehead. She had one hand on Arizona's waist while the other threaded through her blonde hair. Her own scrub top had been pulled out from her scrub pants in the heat of their making out, revealing a hint of her toned abdomen.
The room, usually a place for brief rests, was now charged with an electric energy. The faint hum of the hospital's air conditioning blended with their rapid breaths, creating a rhythmic soundtrack to their fervent exchange.
As their lips met, their tongues entwined, exploring every inch of each other's mouths. Slowly, Arizona sucked on Callie's lower lip, eliciting a moan of pleasure. The scent of their mingled perfumes, sweat, and the sterile smell of the hospital enveloped them.
Callie for her part teased Arizona's lips with gentle nibbles, before sucking on her tongue with a hunger that only seemed to grow with each passing moment. Their passion for each other was evident in every touch, every kiss, every caress.
They couldn't get enough of each other, their lips never parting as they tasted the sweetness of their desire. Their saliva mingled, adding to the sensuality of the moment as they bathed in the warmth of their shared desire.
As the moments passed and their kisses grew more intense, a realisation washed over Arizona. The depth of their attraction, the sheer magnetism between them needed clarity. They were teetering on the edge of a precipice, one from which there might be no turning back.
With considerable effort, Arizona managed to pull away, her chest rising and falling heavily. "H—-Hold on…mmmm—Hold on, Callie," she panted out between the kisses, her voice thick with emotion. But Callie, seemingly insatiable, leaned in, her lips finding the exposed pulse point on Arizona's neck again, effectively silencing her.
Arizona's breath hitched as Callie continued her ministrations, making it increasingly challenging for her to focus, let alone breathe. The feeling of Callie's lips against her sensitive skin was maddening, sending jolts of electricity down her spine.
After a few more seconds, Callie sensed a shift in Arizona's demeanour. The blonde was no longer matching her movements, her energy noticeably dampened. Reluctantly, Callie pulled back, gazing intently into Arizona's blue eyes. They were clouded, filled with a mixture of desire, confusion, and concern.
"Hmm?" Callie whispered, her voice laced with both desire and uncertainty. Their heavy breaths were the only sounds in the room, and for a few seconds, neither spoke. The weight of the moment, the choices they were about to make, hung palpably between them.
Callie's eyes bore into Arizona's, the intensity of her gaze unwavering. Every ounce of her body language screamed dominance. As she leaned in closer, the warmth of her breath fanned against Arizona's lips, teasing, taunting. She stopped just short, their lips merely a hairbreadth apart, close enough to feel each other's breaths but not close enough to touch.
The atmosphere was thick with anticipation. Would Callie close the distance? Would they succumb to the temptation again?
Instead of making a move, Callie's hands travelled the curve of Arizona's sides, their journey ending when they landed on either side of Arizona's head against the wall, trapping her. The gesture, while gentle, was possessive and demanding. There was no escaping now; Callie had Arizona exactly where she wanted her.
Arizona, trapped and flustered, averted her gaze, focusing on the floor. But she could still feel the weight of Callie's stare, the intensity of her desire. The positioning was clear: Callie wanted answers, and she wouldn't let Arizona go until she got them.
There was a moment of silence. A wordless exchange where their eyes met and emotions flowed. Arizona, sensing the urgency in Callie's demeanour, gave a small nod of understanding.
"You can't just kiss me like that and expect me to move on without any explanation, Arizona. " Callie whispered, her voice husky with emotion.
Arizona's voice trembled, "I don't even know where to begin, Callie."
"Start with why," Callie implored, her voice holding a hint of vulnerability. "Why deny this? And why give in if you are so adamant on denying?"
Arizona swallowed, searching for the right words. "Because I can't resist," she admitted, her voice soft. "Every time I'm near you, there's this pull. It's magnetic, Callie. And as much as I try to fight it, I can't."
Callie's grip on the wall beside Arizona's head loosened slightly, the raw honesty in Arizona's admission making her own defences crumble. The passion, the confusion, and the undeniable attraction between them were too potent to ignore.
Callie hesitated, but then slowly admitted, "I can't help it either, Arizona," she murmured, her voice soft.
Arizona's eyes, usually bright and full of light, now held a heavy weight. "I know, Callie, but we have to stop for a second. We need to talk."
Callie sighed deeply, her breath warm against Arizona's face. "Ever since the gala... every touch, every glance," her voice trailed off, filled with emotion, "it's like a wildfire, consuming everything in its path."
Arizona took a shaky breath, searching Callie's eyes. "I feel it too, Callie. This... intensity. It's overwhelming. But we need clarity. We can't just get lost in this without understanding what it means."
Arizona felt like she can't think straight with Callie standing so close to her. To dissipate some of that tension, Arizona gently stepped out from Callie's embrace and moved to the other end of the on-call room. Eyeing the old writing table, she pulled it across the room and placed it in front of the bunk bed to act as a barrier. It was a peculiar move, but it offered them both a semblance of control and distance, a physical separation to mirror their emotional entanglement.
As Callie settled on the bunk bed, she tilted her head, watching Arizona with a bemused expression as she stood at the other end of the table. "A table barrier, really?" Callie asked with a soft chuckle.
Arizona shuffled her feet, her cheeks reddening slightly. "I thought...maybe...with something between us, it might help," she admitted, shrugging lightly.
Callie grinned, "It's cute, I'll give you that." She gestured to the table, "So, now that we have our 'safety' barrier, where do we start?"
Arizona took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. "I'm not sure," she whispered, her fingers playing with the edge of the table. "Three kisses, though. That's...something."
Callie nodded, her face more serious now. "Yes, it is. And it's not just any kiss, Arizona. There's something between us…. maybe attraction…?" she let the words hang between them.
Arizona swallowed hard, her gaze flitting between the table and Callie's eyes. "I know," she confessed, her voice barely audible. "but…."
Callie shifted, her fingers drumming against the bed. "But you're with someone. That complicates things…."
Arizona's blue eyes were pools of conflict. The weight of her situation pressed heavily on her chest as she nodded her head in agreement.
"Maybe what you have with this other person is something casual? A fling maybe…something not serious?" Callie tried to placate further.
Arizona wanted to be honest, to lay it all out, but fear held her tongue. "It's...complicated," was all she managed.
Callie sighed, her shoulders drooping. She knew it was wrong. In her heart, she knew that the last thing her life needs is to be involved with someone who's already involved… but she wasn't ready to let go of what she and Arizona had exchanged, so easily either.
"Would you be interested in exploring what's between us? Or are you too deeply committed to the person you're with?" Her voice was full of hope and a bit of accusation but there was a hint of resignation too.
Arizona felt the weight of the moment. Her internal turmoil was evident in her eyes. She wished she could convey the depth of her struggles, the darkness she was navigating in her personal life. But how could she tell Callie that she was married, and the depths of complexities that brought?
"I wish it was simple," Arizona finally said, her voice trembling. "I wish I could give you a straightforward answer. But life...my life... it's not that simple right now."
Callie's expression softened, the frustration replaced with a flicker of understanding. "I just need to know where I stand, Arizona. Before I get in too deep."
The heaviness of their conversation hung between them, each lost in their thoughts, each trying to find a way forward through the emotional maze they found themselves in.
The silence kept on stretching between them but then suddenly, Callie broke the stillness. "Go on a date with me," she said, her voice filled with a blend of determination and vulnerability.
Arizona's eyebrows shot up in surprise. A soft, unexpected laugh bubbled up from her throat. The simplicity and directness of Callie's proposal had caught her off guard.
Smiling, Callie defended her sudden proposition. "Look, we're both here trying to figure things out, right? Maybe getting to know each other outside of this hospital and... intense situations, might help. Let's see what's there, minus the scrubs and surgery." She gestured between them and further added, "We barely know each other outside all this Arizona…this could give us a chance to explore the….the possibilities."
Arizona considered this, her eyes narrowing in playful contemplation. "I mean, I already know quite a bit about you," she teased, recounting tidbits of Callie's life with surprising accuracy. "Your full name is Calliope Iphigenia Torres. You grew up in Miami. You were in the Peace Corps, you aced med school and had offers from hospitals worldwide but you chose Africa. Oh, and Addison mentioned you both went to med school together. Not to mention your groundbreaking research on cultivating cartilage in the lab."
Callie looked at Arizona with surprise and suspicion, her mouth open in shock. "How do you….have you been stalking me, Dr. Robbins?"
Arizona grinned, a twinkle in her eye, "Not stalking, exactly. But you've been on my mind ever since that….that gala night." She confessed, the tenderness in her voice evident.
Just as the room's tension was evolving from serious to flirtatious, the shrill beep of Arizona's pager shattered the moment. She checked it and sighed. Duty calls.
She smoothed down the wrinkles on her scrub top and headed to the door. But just before she stepped out, she paused, her hand on the doorknob.
Turning back to Callie with a soft smile, she said, "Yes."
Callie's brows furrowed, "Yes? To what?"
Arizona smirked, her eyes sparkling, "To the date," and with that, she left the room, leaving Callie with a huge smile on her face.
Carina's study was dimly lit by a soft glow from the desk lamp, casting shadows on the room's walls. Fingers flying over the keyboard, her eyes were intently focused on the words appearing on her laptop screen. Immersed in weaving her narrative, she was startled by the sudden ring of her phone.
Hesitating for a moment, she finally picked it up, recognizing the caller ID.
"Report," she said curtly.
The voice on the other end was methodical, professional. "Madam, my associate at the hospital spotted Dr. Robbins and Dr. Torres entering an on-call room today. They stayed inside for couple of hours."
A hint of a smile played on Carina's lips, her heart racing with anticipation. "Excellent."
"There's more," the agent added, "Both of them are scheduled to finish their shifts at the same time tonight. Do you want us to keep an eye on them, to see if they leave together?"
The excitement that bubbled within Carina was difficult to contain. Every piece of information, every snippet and observation about Arizona and Callie's interactions, was a step closer to what she envisioned…a chapter to her writing. It was thrilling to see the events unfold, fitting almost seamlessly into the plot she had in mind.
"Yes," she finally replied, her voice dripping with intrigue. "I want every detail. Every gesture, every word, every glance. Understand?"
"Understood," the agent responded, sensing the urgency and importance in her voice.
Ending the call, Carina leaned back in her chair, a sense of satisfaction settling over her. If things kept progressing at this pace, her book was destined to be a masterpiece, drawing inspiration from reality. And in her eyes, no price was too high for that, even if it meant playing with real emotions and lives.
The sharp chill of the late evening air made Arizona tug her coat tighter around her. Hospital days always seemed to stretch forever, but today was different. The surgeries, the banter with colleagues, that lingering tension between her and Callie. It all felt... electric.
Yet, now as she was set to head home, a deep sense of dread settled in. The vibrant memories of the day stood in stark contrast to what awaited her at home - the coldness, the distant conversations, and the ever-widening chasm between her and Carina.
Reaching the parking lot, her thoughts drifted to the house they'd chosen together. Well, to be accurate, the house Carina had chosen. Located far from the city's hustle and bustle, it was touted as a writer's retreat, a haven for creativity. In truth, it felt more like an isolated cage. Why had she agreed to buy a house that was so far from the city? She's a doctor and the nearer she stays to the hospital, the better then why hadn't she voiced her concerns louder? Perhaps, deep down, Arizona knew that even if she had, Carina's wishes would still prevail. That was always the case. Their once passionate relationship had become a mere echo, where Carina's decisions and whims drowned out any input Arizona might have had.
Lost in thought, Arizona was jolted back to reality by the growling purr of a motorcycle engine. The noise cut through the lot, making her turn in alarm.
Motorcycles weren't common in the hospital's lot, especially not ones that seemed intent on heading directly for her. The hair on the back of her neck stood up, and she fumbled for her car keys, hoping to quickly get inside her vehicle.
But before she could reach the safety of her car, the bike skidded to a sharp halt, its tires squealing in protest. The figure astride it was all dark leather and mystery. Even in the dimming light, Arizona could make out the gleam of a jet-black helmet, the sheen of the leather jacket, and the snug fit of black denims over strong thighs.
The unsettling moment stretched. Arizona's heart raced. She wasn't sure if she should confront the biker or make a run for it. She settled for a defensive stance, trying to muster as much authority into her voice as she could.
"Can I help you?" she challenged, her voice sounding braver than she felt.
The sharp rumble of the bike reverberated through the parking lot. Arizona couldn't help but roll her eyes. She was in no mood for motorcycle theatrics. Ready to put an end to the night's events and go home, she reached for her car door. But just as her fingers brushed the handle, the engine of the bike went silent. The dramatic flair of it all had her curiosity piqued.
She turned to see the biker slowly remove the helmet, revealing cascading waves of raven-black hair, which shimmered under the dim parking lights. But it was the face that had her heart skipping a beat.
Callie Torres sat there on the bike, eyes gleaming with mischief and lips curled into a seductive smirk. Her skin, juxtaposed against the jet-black leather, seemed to glow even more.
The unexpected sight left Arizona breathless, the heat of her desire almost reoccurring ten fold. Callie looked every inch a vision, and the intensity of her gaze only stoked the simmering attraction between them. The distance between them seemed firey, charged.
In a voice that was more raspy than intended, Arizona blurted, "Callie? What are you doing here... I mean, what are you...?"
In the amber glow of the parking lot lights, Callie's lips curled into a mischievous smile. "Were you expecting someone else?"
Arizona exhaled, a short laugh escaping her. "Definitely not you on a bike. You ride? A bike?"
Callie shrugged, the leather of her jacket creaking slightly. "Let's just say I picked up a few hobbies since med school."
Arizona tilted her head, studying Callie, the gears in her mind turning. "So, what brings you here?"
Callie let out a throaty chuckle, her laughter accentuated by the mild rasp of the evening air. She dismounted, her movements smooth and sure. Arizona's pulse quickened as Callie's confident strides brought her closer, the scent of leather melding with her familiar perfume.
Almost instinctively, Arizona retreated a step, but Callie continued her advance until Arizona found herself pinned between her car and Callie's looming figure. It was a manoeuvre that trapped her effectively.
Callie's right hand settled just next to Arizona's waist, her face inching closer. Arizona's eyes involuntarily shut, preparing herself for a kiss she so desperately wanted. But Callie had other plans. Instead of capturing Arizona's lips, Callie's mouth made a beeline for Arizona's ear, teeth grazing the sensitive lobe before she whispered huskily, "You promised me a date, Arizona."
Arizona's eyes snapped open, the unexpected sensation and words leaving her momentarily disoriented. Callie, sensing Arizona's surprise, pulled back just enough to lock eyes with her.
"That's why I'm here," Callie said, her voice dripping with promise and challenge. The raw need in her voice matched the intensity in her eyes.
Arizona's eyebrows furrowed in bewilderment, still reeling from the surprise. "Right now? At this very moment?" she exclaimed, incredulity lacing her voice.
Callie's eyes twinkled with mischief. "Why not?" she retorted, arching an eyebrow in challenge.
Arizona felt a hint of self-consciousness creep in. She glanced down at her simple ensemble, acutely aware of the disparity between her casual attire and what one might expect for a date night.
"Look at me," she gestured to her outfit of a green blouse with denim jacket and matching jeans, "I am so not dressed for a date."
With a slow, deliberate sweep, Callie let her eyes travel over Arizona from head to toe. She then met Arizona's gaze, a seductive smile playing on her lips. "You underestimate yourself. You look... delicious."
Arizona felt a flush creep up her neck, spreading warmth to her cheeks. The audacity and sincerity in Callie's voice left her momentarily breathless. Rolling her eyes, she countered, "You're impossible."
Callie grinned, her excitement evident. In one smooth motion, she reached into her bike's side compartment, retrieving a second helmet. Holding it out to Arizona, she declared with a cheeky grin, "Hop on. Our date awaits."
A mix of exhilaration and trepidation coursed through Arizona. She chuckled, the absurdity of the situation mixed with the giddy anticipation making her head spin. "Alright, Torres," she acquiesced, taking the helmet, "let's see where this takes us."
Callie, her face alight with triumph and anticipation, mounted her bike with a grace that came from years of practice. Arizona hesitated for a split second, but then, taking a deep breath, she hopped on behind her.
The bike's engine roared to life, and the powerful vibrations jolted Arizona into instinctively wrapping her arms around Callie's waist, holding on tightly. The closeness, coupled with the cool breeze, heightened her senses, making her hyper-aware of Callie's every move, every breath. The leather-clad figure in front of her felt solid and warm, and Arizona found herself unconsciously leaning in, resting her head on Callie's shoulder, as they sped off into the night. The boundaries of the hospital, their day-to-day lives, and the city's hustle and bustle faded into the background, replaced by the exhilaration of the unknown journey ahead.
AN 1 - Long wait and short chapter? So unfair. But guys, I'll totally make it up with another chapter soon.
AN 2 - So date night next, should Callie and Arizona cross the line or should Arizona sort things out with Carina first? Let me know what you guys think.
AN 3 - Thank you for all the reviews and PMs. It's refreshing and motivating to read all the varying viewpoints.