'In Which Papa Torres Walks In On Post Ped's Surgery Sex.'
'In Which Papa Torres Walks In On Post Ped's Surgery Sex.'
Title: 'In Which Papa Torres Walks In On Post Ped's Surgery Sex.'
Author: izziengeorge
Pairing: Calliope/Arizona
Rating: R
Disclaimer: All Belongs To ABC And Shondaland, make no money and mean no harm.
Summary: “I left this as long as I could, betting you two were doing somethin' nasty, but I can't wait for you two to be doing something less nasty. This is Bailey, Miranda Bailey. Dr. Bailey, I am a doctor, not a damn secretary. Now get your nasty asses to this hospital. Now.”
Callie woke up feeling more rested then she had in weeks, she stretches until she hears a loud pop from her back. She quickly notices that the bed beside her is empty and she panic's briefly before her nose picks up the sent of bacon wafting through the apartment. Christina will not be happy. Bacon is really not kosher.
She climbs from the bed and stumbles into the bright hallway, vaguely wondering how late for work she is. When she gets to the kitchen's entrance, she feels like shes frozen in place. Arizona is standing over the stove, bouncing on the balls of her bare feet, the short boxers Callie gave her giving a view of her legs as she dances. Damn those are nice legs.
But this, as beautiful as it is, isn't what has Callie frozen in place. It's the fact that the light shining into the kitchen bounces off her hair, lighting it like a halo, it's the way she smiles softly as she sings, the way she looks perfect standing in Callie's kitchen. Like she belongs there, like shes always been there. Callie feels her pulse hammer. Apparently domestication turns Callie on. Who would have thought, not Callie. She feels her palms start to sweat. This is better than porn.
“Good afternoon Calliope.” Arizona doesn't even turn as she speaks and Callie jumps wondering how long Arizona knew she'd been there, undressing her with her eyes. Callie can hear the laughter in her voice. She feels like a school girl being caught passing notes. Dirty notes.
“Afternoon?”
“It's two thirty.”
“Were late for work.” She feels like smacking herself, she wishes she could form proper sentences.
“Are you having trouble thinking Calliope?” Arizona taunts smugly as she approaches Callie, a glint in her eyes and a smile on her face.
“God, yes.” She breaths out as Arizona presses against her, mouth presses lightly against Callie's ear.
“I made you brunch.” She nips against the lobe with her teeth.
“I'm not hungry.” She pants out roughly. Arizona pulls back with mock offense.
“I slave over a hot stove all morning for you and you aren't even hungry, well Calliope your going to have to tell me, cause I'm out of ideas for next time.”
Callie's hands, absent till now, slip up the back of Arizona's soft thighs and under the dark boxers cupping the firm globes and pulling them towards her hips. Callie doesn't know when she become so bold. Arizona's smile drops from her face, her eyes flutter lightly.
“I think you'll know.” She repeats the familiar words before covering Arizona's mouth with her own. Arizona is hot and insistent against her.
Then the phone rings.
“Ignore it.” They both pant out as there mouths briefly separate before coming back together like magnets. Then answering machine kicks in. And the proverbial bucket of water is thrown.
“I left this as long as I could, betting you two were doing somethin' nasty, but I can't wait for you two to be doing something less nasty. This is Bailey, Miranda Bailey. Dr. Bailey, I am a doctor, not a damn secretary. Now get your nasty asses to this hospital. Now.” There is a shuffle over the phone before another voice fills the apartment.
“Callie, is Perky Ped's still with you? I'm not calling to see if your okay or anything. Because I don't care. I just want to tell you when you decide to come and save lives that I'm scrubbing in on your surgery. You owe me. Nashville was cooking bacon the last time I called, also Dr. Dixon is in and I'm not here to hug cows or sheep or whatever.” The phone hangs up.
“Do you think Bailey can read minds.”
“God I hope not.”
When they managed to drag themselves away from each other and to hospital they are confronted with a young girl with a shattered femur. Arizona and Callie are both told to scrub in. Callie thinks Arizona can look sexy doing anything. She has blood splatter over her chest and her eyes are penetrating when she raises her eyes to Callie's. The young girl has coded twice and Callie has finished, Arizona doing the final touches. She can't admit how turned on she is, but Arizona must be right with her because as soon as she finishes they are rushing out of the OR and to the closest on call room they can. Not even Mark can slow the pair down.
“Callie your,” She cuts him off before he can start.
“Later Mark. Much, much, later.” A door slamming in is face is the only greeting he gets.
Callie finds herself against the door as Arizona undresses her. Her mouth and hands fast and hard on her skin. Callie manages to pant the word bed out when her legs start to tremble. The room feels sweltering as Arizona's naked skin meets her. Her legs straddle either side of Callie thighs, her breast in front of Callie face, she can't help but take one into her mouth and bite lightly on the pebble. Arizona moans her name. Her fingers slip themselves into her folds, curling as she sinks into Arizona's warmth.
“God I'm so wet, I was so turned on during surgery. I wanted to fuck you right there.” Arizona's voice is lower then Callie's ever heard it.
“Calliope.” The way Arizona says her name. She might just cum at the noise. She has three finger knuckle deep inside her of her.
“CALLIOPE!” Thats not Arizona.
Callie shoves Arizona from her lap so hard the blond flies. The only thing she sees is a flying blond mop go over the bed and bare legs follow it. She stumbles to her feet.
“Joder!”
“Fuck!” Callie stumbles to find her cloths. She can see Marks smirking face from beside her father, Bailey's shaking head outside the room. She feels Arizona stand from behind her.
“Dr. Sloan, the door please.” Her voice is calm, despite the obvious mortification she must be feeling. Her father follows the other doctor as the door closes.
“I can never leave this room, never. My father just saw me. My father just saw me doing things. Oh shit, oh my shit.”
“You threw me off of a bed.”
“My father saw us naked.”
“He saw a lot more then that.” Arizona mumbles, rubbing her ass.
“Your not helping.”
“I'm sorry, maybe I hit my head as I was launched from the bed.”
They are both fully dressed by this point and Callie finally calms down enough to breath.
“Do you think they will leave?” Callie sits down on the bed and waits for Arizona to join her.
Arizona just looks at her and with a determined nod of her head, she strides from the room. Callie jumps after her, unable to believe the blond.
Before her father can speak Arizona starts. Confident and sure. Her cloths rumpled, her hair messy and Callie thinks she might see a hickey on her neck.
“I'm head of the Pediatrics wing, I was top of my class and I'm the best at what I do. I make more money then all the interns in this hospital combined. I treat her well, I don't have wondering eyes, shes the only person I want. When I want something, I don't change my mind.” Arizona's voice is hard and firm. Callie sees her fathers eyebrow raise. Callie can only stare (she does indeed see a hickey)
“And when I marry your daughter, it will be done right. Only the best for Calliope.” Callie might faint. Marry me, she wants to marry me. Callie thinks she might give her father a repeat performance if Arizona keeps talking.
“Okay.” He shakes Arizona hand and turns to Callie. “Keep this one hija. I'll bring your mother later in the month.” He kisses her check and leaves. Callie thinks it resembles more of a run. She wonders if shes been drugged and is hallucinating. She shrugs.
“Might as well make it official.”
She pulls a beaming blond towards her and kisses her like shes a drowning women and Arizona is her air. She feels Arizona smiling against her lips as they part.
“Your still nasty.”
But even Bailey can't help but smile as she turns away. As she passes the chief he discreetly hands her a twenty.
“The Nazi is never wrong.”
*giggles* Thank you for the feedback in previous parts. Hope the title wasn't better then the Fic.