A/N: An angsty, smutty one-shot. Little interval between working on my fic 'Shameful Company'. I'm currently on season 10 of my rewatch and felt inspired. Hope you enjoy!
All mistakes are my own.
Feedback would be amazing :)
Callie was thrilled that the gentleman in front of her was so seemingly enthralled by her work. It amazed her that people were actually recognising her efforts in research.
Then, she saw Arizona. She was stood at the bar, looking straight at her.
Whatever the man was saying faded into the background, her wife enveloped her focus. Callie could feel all the anger, she could see Arizona's hands on that woman. Arizona looked so hurt, and while that should have felt good, it didn't. It just hurt her too.
Callie couldn't look at her pained eyes anymore.
She turned her attention back to the conversation, refocusing when the man mentioned that his wife had died in a plane crash.
"Oh! I'm sorry? What?"
"Your wife. She passed away, right?"
Callie was stunned. For a second, she contemplated saying yes. It certainly felt that way. Most of the time, it was as if the Arizona she had fallen in love with was dead.
Except, she didn't spend four days praying for her wife to be alive to stand here and pretend that she was dead.
Her gaze shifted back to where Arizona had stood, only to see that she wasn't there anymore.
"No, no she didn't pass away. She… survived. With an extensive injury to her leg, later resulting in an amputation. She w-went through hell, but is very much alive. I'm sorry, I'm sorry for your loss. Really. I have to go. It was nice talking to you."
She needed to find Arizona.
Callie pulled herself away from the gentlemen, trying to find a glimpse of her wife in the crowd.
It wasn't until half an hour later that Callie discovered where Arizona had gone. She'd been searching endlessly – checking the bathroom multiple times and asking every guest there if they'd seen her.
Then, when she had all but given up, April rushed over to her with piles of cooling blankets in her arms. "Callie, look, I get it. She did an awful thing. A terrible, heinous thing that is totally unforgivable and I know you're mad at her-"
"Kepner, what are you-" Callie tried to interrupt, but April was rambling too fast to hear her.
"And you are r-right to be but she's over there crying in a damn closet and it's just, it's so sad, you need to be there for her. She needs you! You are still her wife and-"
Callie gripped onto the redhead's shoulders firmly, stopping the woman mid-sentence, "Kepner! Where is she?"
It didn't take long to get back to the hospital, even in her heels. During the walk, she'd tried to come up with some idea of what she'd say to Arizona, how she could approach a conversation, but nothing came to her.
She just needed to see her, speak to her, anything.
When Callie made it to the supply closet door, she took no pause to knock before opening the door and slamming it behind her.
Arizona was sat on the floor with her head in her hands, jumping at the noise. She watched as the blonde practically leapt to her feet with a slight wobble as she found her balance.
"Callie, w-what are you doing here?" The woman rapidly swiped her hands under her eyes, attempting to remove any evidence of her tears.
"I needed to see you."
"Oh. Okay. Can I… Do you, do you need something?" Her voice was small, timid in her approach.
Callie's fists clenched, "You… You don't get to be upset, Arizona. You don't." Her voice was shaking.
"I-I know, Callie. I am… horrible. I am a horrible person and I," The tears were welling in Arizona's eyes, threatening to stream down her face. She watched as Arizona bit her lip, looking up at the ceiling trying to calm herself.
"I am so sorry I hurt you, Calliope."
She couldn't look at her wife, her body was screaming at her to comfort Arizona. Callie shifted her gaze to the floor, desperately trying to resist. "All I can see is you… touching her. I can see her hands… on you. On my wife. It never stops replaying in my head. It just gets worse when I look at you. I am so, so angry. I am heartbroken, Arizona. And the only person I want to talk to, to calm me down, is you."
"I can try, Callie. I'm still h-here. I love you. I love you so very much." Arizona was slowly stepping towards her.
"How can you say that when…" Callie couldn't keep hold herself back much longer. Her breathing was laboured, heart racing. "I just want… I need…"
If Arizona came any closer, she would break.
She felt her wife's hand touch her own, and that was it.
She was pulling the blonde against her, turning on her heels, taking Arizona with her as she pressed her against the door. Her hands moved to Arizona's face, holding her in place as their mouths collided.
It was rough, uncaring whether it hurt when Callie sucked her soft bottom lip into her mouth, hearing Arizona moan her teeth grazed it. Her wife's hands were in her hair, fingers gripping into her scalp.
It burned, feeling Arizona's touch, knowing where her hands had been.
She could feel hot tears on her face as they kissed, unknowing whether they were Arizona's or her own.
Her tongue slipped into her wife's mouth. It was messy, heated, unlike any of the loving kisses they'd shared in the past year.
Those were all lies. The woman she was kissing right now hated her. Resented her so much that she went out of her way to fuck someone else.
Callie pulled back from the kiss, still pressed against Arizona.
"Why?" She whispered against her lips. Her eyes squeezed shut, "Why do you hate me so much?"
Arizona's hands pressed onto her shoulder's, "No, no I don't hate you. Please. Callie. I-I could never hate you."
"Then, why? Was I not… n-not good enough? Did I not please you-" Her insecurities were crushing her, overloading her mind. She was never enough. They always left. Someone else was always better.
"Don't say that, you are always enough. You are everything, Calliope. I just, she just, she looked at me. Differently. She wasn't obligated to a-and she I was weak. ."
Callie's hard eyes snapped open, boring into Arizona's. "So, she thought you were hot – so you fucked her." Her hands travelled down, grasping Arizona's waist firmly, bruising.
Her wife was shaking her head, trying to pull Callie's face even closer, "Callie, you didn't, you don't want me anymore. How could you want me after everything I put you through?"
Her fingers glided to Arizona's back, feeling for the zip of her dress and yanking it down.
"W-What are you-"
"Was it good, Arizona? When she fucked you." Her voice was hoarse as she pulled on the dress.
"No. No I…" The dress pooled to the floor, leaving Arizona all but bare in her matching red set.
Her mouth moved to her neck, biting and sucking, roughly grabbing her ass and lifting her. Callie kicked the garment out of the way before lowering her back on her feet.
"Fuck. Callie." She was panting, gasping as Callie's tongue licked under her jaw towards her ear, using her teeth to scrap against her earlobe.
"Did you cum for her?" A sob escaped her wife, her own tears filled her vision. She pulled back from her ear, watching as Arizona shook her head.
"I-I couldn't. I faked it."
Her lips were on Arizona's again, exploring her mouth as she slipped a hand into the blonde's underwear.
Soaked.
"Were you this wet for her, Arizona?" Callie felt for her clit, rubbing in tight circles. The sound of Arizona's moans filled the room.
"Answer me."
"N-No. Just for you. Always for you."
She sped up the motion, lifting Arizona's leg to wrap around her hip. Callie was consumed by anger and a pure need to feel her wife. She couldn't handle that woman's hands being the last that touched Arizona.
It wasn't enough. She needed more. Pulling out of her underwear, she gripped onto the fabric and used both hands to tear it off.
"C-Callie, please." The needy voice brought her back to reality.
"Do you want me to stop?" Callie demanded an answer, her tone lacking affection. She needed an answer, she needed Arizona to want this.
"No, please don't stop. Just, just take off my leg. Please." Arizona was wincing. The angle must have been causing her pain.
"Keep your hands around my shoulders, I've got you."
Callie didn't hesitate to unstrap the prosthetic, letting it fall to the floor.
She took Arizona's weight, keeping her leg hooked on her waist. Callie lifted, carrying Arizona to the side table next to the door and setting her down.
Her hand returned, feeling Arizona's soaked pussy and centring on her clit. With the other, she wrapped around the back of her wife's neck, pushing her mouth against hers.
She was desperate, her tongue battling with Arizona's. It still wasn't enough, she needed to claim her wife as hers. Her wife was moaning into her mouth, nails digging into her back.
Arizona was panting, gasping for air as she pulled back, "Please. More."
Callie pinched her clit, causing Arizona to cry out, shaking with pleasure.
"Fuck, Callie!"
"What do you want, Arizona?" Her voice was commanding as she continued to apply pressure to her clit, rubbing faster.
"Oh, fuck! P-Please, inside." Arizona grinded against her fingers, desperate for more.
She wasn't going to give in yet, "Tell me what you want, beg for me."
"Please fuck me. Fuck me with your fingers. I need you inside-"
Her two fingers slipped down, feeling Arizona's dripping centre and pushing inside.
"Ah! Yes! Callie, you feel so good."
She didn't hesitate before roughly thrusting her fingers in and out. Usually, she'd take the time to ease herself into Arizona, one finger at a time, stretching her.
Not today. Not now.
"You're mine." She grunted, feeling Arizona clench around her fingers, pulling her deeper as she curled her fingers. The table banged against the wall with the force of her thrusts.
"I'm yours, Callie." Her wife moaned, her back stung as Arizona's nails broke skin.
With her free hand, she reached to unclasp the strapless bra, pulling it away. She lent down to wrap her mouth around a pink, tight nipple. Arizona pulled her hair, holding her against her breast. Callie grabbed onto the other, bruising the skin as she squeezed. Never relenting in speed of her fingers fucking her.
Her bicep was burning as she moved inside Arizona. Fuelled by her moans and the need to make her wife cum. She brought her thumb up, flicking her clit rapidly. Arizona's heel dug into her ass.
"Oh god, don't stop!" Arizona was getting wetter by the second, soaking past Callie's wrist.
She lifted her head, looking into Arizona's eyes. Her mouth hung open, sweat building on her brow.
She could feel Arizona start to tighten around her, her body was shaking, breasts bouncing with the rhythm of her fingers. The blonde's head tilted back; eyes clamped shut.
"Are you going to cum for me?" Her hand wrapped around Arizona's throat, pulling her back and pressing her forehead against her own.
"Yes!"
"Look at me." Callie demanded. Arizona obeyed, pupils dilated.
She could see the lust in her eyes, overcome with pleasure. She pulled out, halting her motions. Arizona's eyes widened, about to object.
Callie pushed back inside, adding a third finger and curling her digits, thumb rubbing her clit.
"Fuck! Oh fuck! Callie!" Arizona shook, moans increasing in volume. She thrusted rapidly, Arizona was close.
"Did she fuck you like this?" The images of Lauren's fingers inside her wife only spurred her on, pounding harder.
Tears leaked from the corners of Arizona's eyes, "No! Only y-you make me feel like this. Only you fuck me this good."
Her pussy tightened; she was shaking. "That's it, that's it, Arizona."
"Yes! I need-I need to cum."
She pressed her lips against Arizona's, swallowing her moans. Arizona's hands moved back to her hair, fisting her waves.
"Cum for me."
Thrusting even harder, Arizona went rigid. Her pussy squeezed her fingers, arousal seeped onto her hand as she cried out.
"Calliope!"
Callie slowed her motions as the aftershocks of her wife's orgasm tapered. Removing her hand, Callie reached for a blue cloth on the shelf, wiping her hands before tossing it to the side.
Arizona rested her head against her chest, catching her breath. Callie stroked a hand throw the short blonde curls.
"Did you cut your hair for me, Arizona?" She asked, her voice soft.
"You always said you loved it, when we met. I want you to… to love me. I thought maybe if I could look like I did then, you might…" Arizona trailed off, moving to look at Callie, tears returning.
"I've always loved you, Arizona." Callie's heart broke again, looking at the woman she adored. The woman who had hurt her so much.
"I loved you before, I loved you when the shooting happened, I loved you when you went to Africa, I loved you when you came back, I loved you after the plane crash," Callie's voice cracked, lip wobbling.
"And I love you now, even after you… cheated on me."
Arizona sobbed into her chest, "Do you want to love me? Do you want to be with me?"
The brunette contemplated for a minute, weighing her options before responding.
"I almost lost you in that plane crash, Arizona. I can't lose you again," she took a deep breath, "I can't guarantee it'll work, but I'm willing to try."
Callie placed a finger underneath Arizona's chin, lifting her head. She pressed a soft kiss against her lips.
"I love you, Calliope."
"I love you too, always."