Fault Lines (2/36)

Nov 09, 2010 12:07

Fault Lines

Chapter 2/36
Authors: Faith kennedysbitch & Kye
Pairing: Callie/Arizona, Mark/Lexie
Rating: NC-17

Story Summary: Sequel to Choices. Callie and Arizona make the decision to move forward with their lives, but when a gradual series of events begin to snowball, Arizona tries desperately not to lose her grip on reality.

Chapter Summary: Callie makes a somewhat startling revelation to Arizona, then tries to distract her with...other things.

Disclaimer:All television shows, movies, books, and other copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for-profit, it constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and are not intended to be libelous, defamatory, or in any way factual.

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Wine glass in hand, Arizona settled in next to Callie on their couch at the end of another long shift.

“My condo is officially for sale,” she stated with a smile, handing Callie her usual glass of red wine. “Hopefully I’ll have a couple of bites before the end of the week.” A few of her boxes were sitting unpacked in Callie’s room, mostly full of clothing and a few books. Her non-essentials remained at the condo across town, to be dealt with later.

Arizona clinked her glass against Callie’s in cheers. “No going back once that happens, Torres. You sure you wanna live with me?”

Callie smiled over the rim of her glass. She took a long, slow sip before pulling it away to rest against her thigh. The flame from the burning candle on the coffee table flickered in her dark eyes.

It took considerable effort for Arizona to pull in a soft breath as she stared into them.

“Not only do I want to wake up next to you every day for the rest of my life,” Callie finally began in a low, husky whisper. She held the glass in her right hand as she reached out with her left to undo the top button on her girlfriend's blue shirt. “I also want to make love to you every single night for the rest of my life.” She popped another button, a sultry smile appearing. “How am I gonna do that if you live half way across town, hm?”

Arizona’s gaze dropped down to the sneaky hand undoing her top. A knowing smirk formed as she glanced back up to meet those sexy eyes staring back at her. “I like your logic.”

She switched her wine glass to the other hand and reached up to cover Callie’s as it started to slide into her shirt. “Baby, we’re supposed to talk,” she teased. “You know how hard it is for me to think when you’re getting me naked.”

Callie smiled as she stared back into Arizona’s blue eyes. “Kinda the point,” she mused with a low chuckle. She tried to push her hand a little further into the blonde's shirt, but Arizona stopped her cold. Her smile shifted into a pout. “But I wanna have sex,” she whined, drawing out that last word.

“There’s plenty of time for sex,” Arizona laughed. Callie was really too cute sometimes, especially when she was sexually frustrated. “But I really think we need to talk about this baby thing finally.”

Callie continued to pout. “Why can’t we just make with the sex and hope that it’ll result in a baby like everyone else?”

Arizona chuckled and shifted closer, until she was resting comfortably up against Callie. “Unfortunately for you, you fell in love with a woman. I lack the necessary equipment to knock you up. Some may look upon that as an added bonus.” Her fingers brushed up along Callie’s cheek. “How do you want to go about doing this? Any thoughts or preferences floating around in that pretty head of yours?”

So much time and effort had been spent dancing around this subject and it had nearly destroyed them completely, so she was eager to hash it out. Getting started at the very least would give her some peace of mind. They were in this together for the first time, and it was something they both wanted moving forward in their lives. They wanted a family.

Callie's low, sultry smirk slowly returned. “I have many thoughts,” she whispered in answer with a slow lick of her bottom lip. She dropped her eyes down to rake over her lover's body with a groan. “And so many preferences.”

“Calliope!”

Callie snapped out of it with a quick jerk of her head. She focused on the serious look in Arizona’s beautiful blue eyes. Her smile faltered and she heaved a heavy sigh, staring down at her lap.

“I...I don't know,” she finally replied after a few seconds. She shot a quick glance up at her girlfriend, a ball of tension forming in her stomach. “But maybe...” There was an obvious hesitation, during which time her mind raced with what she was about to say, and thoughts of possible reactions it would create. She’d been holding off asking for so long, because she knew it could bring more problems if not handled correctly.

“...Mark?”

“Mark?” Arizona echoed, blinking at Callie.

Somehow, she hadn’t been expecting that answer. And clearly, Callie was assuming too much about Arizona moving on from her issues over her and Mark’s close friendship.

Swallowing hard, Arizona glanced away. “Um…I-I guess I hadn’t given that any thought.” She risked looking at her lover again, trying to keep her voice as neutral as possible. “Isn’t he all…trying to make love and babies with Teddy? I thought they were going for long term.”

Not that she saw those two ever getting that far, but…

“So?” Callie shot back. “What's that got to do with him jerking off in a cup so we can have a baby?”

Arizona cringed a little. “Ew.”

Callie stared the other woman down for a few seconds before finally relenting with a frustrated sigh. “I didn't mean to say it like that,” she apologized. “But I don't understand why it's such a big deal. He can...contribute to our cause, and still have a baby of his own with,” she paused with a slight cringe, “Teddy, or...whoever.”

Arizona fumbled for words, but came up empty.

She knew they were treading in deep water here, and she didn’t want to say something to make Callie angry with her.

But fuck. What was she supposed to say to that?

Arizona pulled away, moving a few inches over on the couch, and started fiddling with her hands. “You’ve thought a lot about this, huh?” She risked a glance over at her girlfriend. “About it being with Mark.”

Callie scrutinized Arizona carefully, but found her hard to read. “We know him. We…I love him. He wouldn’t be just some stranger we pick out of a book.”

Arizona looked away again, staring at the coffee table. “So you want him to be the father…in the literal sense.” Her shoulders tensed a little at the idea of having to share their kid with Mark Sloan.

For fucks sake, Callie and Mark making a baby was what had sent her over the edge in the first place, several weeks ago. She just couldn’t believe Callie had conveniently forgotten about that. “Have you asked him already?” She tried to keep the tension from her voice, but failed miserably.

Callie was quiet as she took a few moments to just watch her girlfriend. She wasn't expecting all fireworks and cotton candy, but she didn't exactly expect...this, either.

The brunette moved to close the distance between them as she reached out to take her girlfriend’s hand in both of her own. “Zona?” she called softly, dipping her head in an attempt to meet expressive blue eyes.

It took a moment or two, but Arizona finally lifted her gaze.

“I want him to be the donor,” Callie explained softly when she had the blonde's full attention. “Not the father.” She gave the hand in her own another soft squeeze. “This will be our baby. Yours and mine.” She formed a small, shaky smile. “I just figured...he's got the blonde hair...blue eyes...”

Arizona allowed her self to smile a little, although it was shaky. “Do you think he would be okay with that?” She chewed on her bottom lip. “Mark wants a baby of his own, and with Sloane-Sloan gone…would he really be okay with knowing he’s the father but not being the father?”

Arizona turned to Callie and squeezed her hand again. “I like him, I do, despite our recent….personal issues. It’s just a…big step. Making my head spin a little.” She allowed herself a tiny smile. “Plus, Sloane-Sloan didn’t turn out to be the brightest cookie in the box.”

Callie tilted her head. “Sloane-Sloan didn't have the privilege of my DNA or your superior parenting skills.”

Arizona arched a slow brow in return. “My...superior parenting skills?” It was her turn to shake her head in disbelief. “Calliope, I've never even held a baby that wasn't...premature and on the verge of death...o-or in desperate need of medical attention, broken or bleeding or sick i-in some way or another.”

Callie's eyes widened a little. “Okay, I get the point.” Her smile slowly returned. “But my point is that Mark'll be nothing more than the donor. That's it.” She paused a moment as she bit her bottom lip hopefully. “Maybe 'Uncle Mark' someday down the road?”

Arizona smiled and glanced away. “He’ll be ‘Uncle Mark’ no matter what, you know that.” She closed her eyes and took in a deep breath, holding it for a moment.

She didn’t know if she was okay with this. At all. In fact, she wasn’t. It was…hard enough right now with Mark being Callie’s ‘person’, with the sex and the…stuff.

The last thing she wanted to be was excluded from her kid’s life because Mark was the dad and Callie was the mom, and she was just someone who changed diapers.

But she could tell how much this meant to her woman. And Arizona wanted to want what Callie wanted - so she kept telling herself.

“Okay. We can talk to him.” Arizona opened her eyes and looked at Callie once more with a nervous smile. “See what he thinks.” A part of her wasn’t convinced he’d be okay with the ‘uncle’ part, but that was something they needed to talk to him about.

Callie smiled widely before leaning in to claim her girlfriend's lips in a heated kiss. A few seconds later, she pulled back with a heavy breath.

Dark eyes blinked slowly open. “Now can we ‘talk’ about the sex I was trying to have with you?” Callie husked as she reached down to tug on the blonde's half open shirt. She slowly licked her lips as she pulled back just enough to glance down to where her fingers were toying with the third button. “‘Cause I kinda still really want it.”

A sly smile of her own appeared over Arizona’s mouth. “I don’t think we need to ‘talk’ about it,” she replied in a low voice as Callie pulled the next button open. She leaned over just enough to place her wine glass on the table, and then immediately pulled the brunette into a deep kiss.

In almost no time at all, she realized that her shirt was fully undone and that Callie was already trying to sneak a hand around her back to get at her bra. Pulling back with a laugh, Arizona quirked a brow at her girlfriend. “Trying to use your ninja skills on me, hm?” She reached up to play with the front of Callie’s shirt. “Prove me wrong for calling you a baby dyke?”

Callie had more than made her eat her words last time.

Holy crap, had she ever.

Callie slowly licked her lips as she moved a hand down to rest against Arizona’s smooth, flat stomach. She groaned softly. “Didn't think I had to prove anything,” she finally replied in a low, husky whisper. She swallowed as she turned her hand over to trail the back of her knuckles up along the warm skin of her lover's torso.

Another appreciative groan slipped from Callie's lips. She turned her hand back over just in time to slip it up and over the black lacy material of the blonde's bra. “Sexy.”

All capacity to think or tease left Arizona’s brain in that moment. “No proving necessary,” she said in a slightly hoarse voice. Her own fingers fumbled with the belt buckle on Callie’s jeans, suddenly having a hard time coordinating enough to work it open.

Callie was the only woman who had ever made her feel this way before. And even after all of this time, she still felt like a bumbling idiot incapable of intelligence whenever she was with her.

That’s how she knew she’d met ‘The One’.

Arizona finally got her wits about her and pulled open her girlfriend’s belt, working at her button and zipper next while she leaned in to steal another soft kiss.

Callie smiled into it as she reached down with her free hand to place it over the one currently working on her jeans. “Easy honey,” she husked as she pulled back from the kiss to meet blue eyes. “It's not like I'm gonna change my mind.” Her smile widened a little at the deep blush that suddenly flooded her girlfriend’s cheeks.

“If you did, I’d just have to change it back,” Arizona pointed out with a smirk. She shifted in closer and snagged Callie around the waist, holding her close. “By the way…you look extremely hot tonight.”

As she did every night.

But tonight…

“I think red is definitely your colour,” Arizona murmured, leaning in to kiss along Callie’s neck. “You should wear it all the time. Or be naked. Naked is your colour, too.”

Callie snorted as she turned her head to allow the woman more freedom of movement. Arizona did that very well, and it was making it harder to think the longer she went on.

Desire was definitely starting to take over now.

Callie moaned softly as she reached up to weave her fingers into thick, silky blonde locks. Then Arizona hit 'that' spot just right.

Brown eyes shot open as Callie released a sudden, sharp gasp. “Bed,” she whispered huskily as she gently encouraged her girlfriend to pull back from her neck. “B-bed now,” she repeated in a much sharper whisper.

They both jumped off the couch at the same time, stumbling and tripping over various objects and each other as they blindly aimed for the bedroom. Arizona pulled Callie in close and kissed her as they moved, not wanting to be apart for a single second.

Finally, her back hit the door, and she reluctantly broke the lip lock. With a sexy smile, she opened it and yanked Callie through.

And then stumbled to a stop.

Her fucking boxes were everywhere. They’d brought over more from her condo than she originally thought, and pretty much all of it was on top of their bed right now.

Arizona blinked and her shoulders sagged. “Damn it.”

Callie looked around through a heavy, shaking sigh. “Forget the bed,” she quickly added as she reached down to take the blonde by the hips. She pulled her hard against her body as her smile began to form into a slow, seductive smirk. “Forget our bed, at least.”

Arizona wasn't sure if she should even ask. She wasn't so sure about where this was going. “Calliope...”

“Cristina's never home these days,” Callie instantly whispered in response. “She'd never have to know.”

Arizona’s brow line skyrocketed. “What? No way.”

Callie grinned smugly, releasing Arizona and taking a step back towards the open door. “Prude.”

Arizona’s back straightened. “Excuse me?”

Callie continued to smirk. “Chicken.”

Arizona planted both hands on her hips. “You’re baiting me,” she stated, trying not to smile. “Like a teenager. You’re baiting me.”

Callie’s smirk widened even more. “And it seems to be working.” She paused as she raked her eyes up and down her lover's nearly half-naked form.

Fuck.

Arizona looked sexy as all hell standing there in her dark jeans and open shirt. Her incredibly sexy abs on display behind the soft material...

Callie swallowed as she shifted her gaze back to blue eyes. “But just in case it's not,” she finally whispered again as she reached down for the hem of her own shirt. It was up and over her head a few seconds later. She never broke eye-contact with her girlfriend as she held it out to the side and then let it flutter to the floor. She turned in an instant and headed back in the direction they had come from.

Arizona’s jaw literally dropped, as did the arms from her hips.

Oh God. She was too easy.

Half a second later, she was out the door and running after Callie.

***

There was only so much Callie could physically take before it became humanly impossible to hold back her orgasm any longer.

Arizona’s lips sucked hard on her clit as her tongue lashed out against it, and her fingers pumped harder inside of her. Callie could barely breathe, and each passing moment brought her closer to either passing out or dying all together.

She could think of worse ways to go.

“Fuck!” Her whole body seized as her orgasm crested, and wave after wave of pure bliss washed through her entire body. Callie slammed her eyes shut and clamped down hard around Arizona’s head, both with her thighs and the hand she had buried in her hair.

Arizona never let up once throughout, continually assaulting her girlfriend’s clit with her tongue and pressing her fingers as deeply as they would possibly go inside her warm, wet walls. It was a while before Callie began to come down, and she waited until the brunette had fully sagged back against the bed before reluctantly dislodging herself from the tangle of limbs.

Slowly kissing her way back up the brunette’s stomach, Arizona smiled as her lover’s chest heaved, trying desperately to catch her breath.

“Mmm,” she sighed with a soft chuckle, finally sliding the rest of the way up Callie’s body. She could still feel her shaking and twitching in her post-orgasmic haze, quivering beneath Arizona’s body.

“You taste amazing,” Arizona husked against a perfect ear, kissing along Callie’s neck while she waited for her to recover. Her right hand ran up and along her side, enjoying the feel of smooth, slightly sweaty skin beneath it. “You feel amazing.”

Callie was still in the middle of that whole 'desperately trying to catch her breath' thing. She blinked her darker than usual eyes as she willed her breathing to slow down to a manageable rate.

If it didn't, she was afraid she might just pass out on the spot.

Arizona-induced orgasms always seemed to have that effect on her.

Callie groaned quietly as she felt the last of the tremors sweeping through her body. She closed her eyes and arched up a little from the sensation.

There was nothing that Arizona loved more than feeling Calliope Torres trembling beneath her like that. The way their skin pressed together, how she could feel every little breath her body took, just…everything.

“Yep,” Arizona chuckled, nuzzling into the crook of Callie’s neck. “Naked is definitely your colour.” Her kisses died off and she snuggled in closely against Callie’s side, resting her head against her shoulder. Her left leg and arm encircled the warm body, holding on tightly.

“I like this mattress. We should get one of these.”

Callie was still trying to recover as she blinked and swallowed back. Her chest heaved with each struggled attempt at breathing. She finally managed a slow, satisfied smile as she lazily turned her head to the side.

Arizona looked up just in time to feel the warm, soft press of her lover's lips against her own. Her eyes instantly closed as she kissed back with everything she had.

“You do this on purpose,” Callie husked against the blonde's lips.

“What's that?” Arizona smiled between kisses.

Callie pulled back. “Leave me breathless and disoriented after, what I think at the time, is the best orgasm of my entire life.”

“That’s my strategy,” Arizona replied with a low chuckle. “Then I make an effort to blow your mind even more the next time.” She sighed against Callie’s lips, stealing a few more while she still could. “Is it working?”

Callie raised a brow and smirked.

Arizona jerked a little when she felt a smooth hand suddenly curve around her ass.

“I-I’ll take that as a yes.”

Callie had finally recovered enough as she leaned in to place her lips next to the blonde's ear. “I'd almost forgotten how much you like that.” She gave her hand another soft squeeze around the firm muscle.

Arizona closed her eyes with a heavy moan.

Callie felt her passion re-ignite in an instant. She used her free hand to move the blonde onto her back before pushing herself up onto an elbow. Her hand slipped back around to settle between her girlfriend's thighs. “Really like that.”

Arizona bit her lip and arched into Callie’s touch. “Maybe a little.” She moved both hands to tangle them into her girlfriend’s gorgeous, thick hair. “I like it even more when you do that,” she added as talented fingers brushed through her wetness.

She pulled her girlfriend down into another heated kiss.

Callie smiled as she pulled back out of it to move her lips over to the blonde's ear. “I like it when I do that, too.” She trailed a string of kisses down the side of Arizona’s neck as she moved her thumb to agitate her girlfriend’s clit.

Arizona's blue eyes snapped open and she arched her back with a sudden, sharp gasp. But the warm weight of the brunette kept her body pinned to the mattress as that hand worked between her thighs.

Squirming beneath her, Arizona dug her nails into Callie’s shoulder blade, another soft moan escaping her lips. Her toes curled around the bed sheets piled at the edge of the bed.

She could barely even see straight, let alone hear or sense anything outside of the bedroom. Heck, outside of the bed, even.

So she definitely didn’t hear the apartment’s front door open. Or the footsteps that came inside. Or the keys being dropped onto the counter.

Callie was just as completely oblivious. The only thought, the only feel, the only sensation that even registered in her brain was Arizona.

Arizona's skin. Arizona's scent. Arizona's moan.

How wet Arizona was.

She was so wrapped up in the blonde, in fact, that she didn't hear when the door to the bedroom suddenly opened.

Cristina looked up as she pushed open the door to her room, only to nearly jump right out of her skin at the sudden, and very unexpected sight on her bed.

Her bed.

Brown eyes widened in an instant and a hand clamped down hard over her face. “Oh my God! I'm so sorry!”

Callie and Arizona nearly hit the roof.

They were suddenly a tangle of limbs in a mad scramble to find the sheets that seemed to be missing, and pull something - anything - over top of them. Eventually Callie’s hand grabbed the only sheet that hadn’t fallen off of the bed, and yanked it up to haphazardly cover them in partial.

Cristina hadn’t left, but she still had a hand over her eyes. “What are you doing in my room?!” she demanded, still not entirely sure why she was apologizing for walking in on them. “In my bed!”

“I'm sorry!” Callie shouted back as she continued to try and cover as much of their naked bodies as she could. “But my-” She paused as she glanced down into the wide, panicked blue eyes beneath her. “Our,” she quickly corrected, “bed is covered with boxes a-and we couldn't do it in there.”

“Honey?” Arizona broke in, burying her face in her hands. “I doubt now is the time for semantics and explanations. More like time for clothes and less horrible, mortifying embarrassment!”

Callie's dark eyes widened as she quickly shot another glance over her shoulder. “Would you just go, Cristina?!”

“Uh, hello?” Yang shot back from behind her hand. “Need I repeat, my bed!”

Arizona scrambled beneath Callie, elbowing her in the gut as she rolled over and tried to reach for the nearest shirt on the ground. She didn’t even care if it was hers or not. In the process, she lost her balance and tumbled over the edge.

At least Cristina couldn’t see her from down here.

“Cristina, go!” Callie shouted, and the other woman finally did.

Moaning from the floor, Arizona hurriedly yanked her shirt on and did up a few buttons, not caring that they weren’t lined up with the proper holes. “Pants, pants, I need pants!”

Callie reached out to grab her girlfriend by the wrist. “Arizona!” she called with a gentle jerk of her hand. “You can quit freaking out now. She's gone.”

Arizona looked over with wide, half-crazed blue eyes. “Calliope!” she shouted back as she glanced towards the now closed doorway. “I thought you said you locked it?!”

“I thought I did!” Callie shot back. “But whatever, it doesn’t matter, I doubt she saw much. And even if she did, it's just Cristina.”

“Calliope!” Arizona growled again, still sitting on the floor. “Both of your best friends have now seen me naked! That does matter!” She ran a hand back through her hair, getting it tangled in a knot part way.

Callie couldn’t help but notice how sexy Arizona looked with messy, wild-sex hair. She smirked a little despite her efforts not to.

Arizona noticed and shot her an indignant glare. “Okay, right now? Not the time for sexy eyes. It’s the time for finding me pants!”

“Would you just...” Callie sighed in exasperation as she shifted on the bed and gestured a hand in the blonde's direction. “Take a moment to relax,” she finished as she kept her gaze locked on her girlfriend. “And, for the record, Cristina is just my roommate. I wouldn't call her a 'best friend'.”

“So not the point!” Arizona hissed again.

“Okay,” Callie relented, her hand still acting as a barrier between them. “I get it. You're upset.”

Blue eyes widened even more.

Callie dropped her hand with a heavy sigh.

Arizona growled and forced her fingers back through her hair a second time. She fished her underwear and jeans out from under the bed (how the hell had they ended up there?) and stood up to tug them on, nearly tripping over herself once more as she did so.

Once she was wearing pants again, she seemed to calm down. With a heavy sigh, she collapsed back onto the bed, sitting on the edge. “We need to find our own place.”

“Why?” Callie shot back. She wasn’t even bothering with trying to find her clothes, instead choosing to watch Arizona jump around like a crazy person. “I like it here. We're literally right across the street from the hospital, and we just moved in all of your crap.”

Arizona arched a slow eyebrow. “Were you not here just a minute ago?”

“For the love of...” Callie trailed off with a heavy sigh as she wrapped the sheet around her body and then moved to swing her legs over the opposite side of the bed. She kept her back to her girlfriend as she released another haggard breath. “Is it gonna be like this every time?”

Arizona stared at her incredulously. “Every time we have sex in Cristina’s bed and she walks in on us? Yeah, pretty much.”

After receiving silence, she sighed, pulling her legs back up onto the bed and scooting up behind Callie. “I’m not exactly used to people I barely know walking in on me and my girlfriend having sex,” she pointed out, her voice much calmer this time. Arizona circled both arms around Callie’s sheet-covered torso, and she rested her chin against a bare shoulder. “I’m used to privacy. My own space. Without all of these…people.” She wrinkled her nose, but then turned to place a soft kiss against Callie’s neck before replacing her chin back on its prior spot. “Especially people who interrupt mind-blowingly good sex.”

If that wasn’t a good excuse to be cranky, she didn’t know what was.

Callie slowly began to smile. “It was pretty mind-blowingly good.” She turned her head just enough to glance back over her shoulder at the blonde. Her smile faltered a little before she turned back to drop her eyes down to her lap. “I can understand why you get so upset,” she began to explain before she moved to pull away, dislodging Arizona.

Brown eyes met blue as Callie flashed her a seductive smirk. “But seriously? We just had sex in Cristina's bed.” She chuckled at the sudden wide eyed look she received from her girlfriend. “That's gotta be the sexy highlight of my week so far.”

“Really?” Arizona found herself smiling despite the situation. “Better than the couch, the floor…the supply closet?”

Those were all really good memories. Personally, she’d have a hard time choosing one.

Arizona couldn’t help but laugh. “We’re acting like teenagers, tearing each other’s clothes off every chance we get.” She bit her lip and smirked at Callie. “I’m kinda lovin’ every moment of it.”

Callie smirked right back. “Those were all pretty good,” she admitted in a low, husky whisper as she moved to scoot towards the warmth of her lover's body. “But you gotta admit,” she added as she reached out to place a hand on the blonde's hip. “It's way sexier when someone catches us.” She leaned in to kiss at the underside of Arizona's jaw. “Makes it seem so...” She kissed her way up to the corner of the her mouth. “...naughty.”

Arizona’s eyes slipped shut. “A lot of things we do seem naughty,” she pointed out, grinning a little. She turned her head just enough to meet their lips in a series of soft, playful kisses. “I’d still rather not go through a checklist of people who’ve seen me naked, though.”

Forgetting her embarrassment for now, Arizona grasped Callie’s face between both hands and pulled her into a deeper, needier kiss. Her body was still more than a little worked up from before the interruption.

Before, when Callie was about three seconds away from fu-

“Hello!” Cristina shouted from the living room all of a sudden, making Arizona stop with the kissing but not pull away from Callie’s lips just yet. “Stop having sex in my bedroom!”

Callie chuckled. “I think we better go. Don't want her to rupture anything.”

Arizona sighed as another deep blush flooded her cheeks.

***

Freshly showered and hungry, Callie was standing with her head buried in the fridge when she heard footsteps approach from behind.

“My bed, Torres?” Yang snapped, hands on her hips as she glared at the back of her roommate’s head.

Callie smirked, but didn't move from her spot. “You can wash the sheets. Or I'll ask Arizona to do it when she gets out of the shower.”

Yang slammed the fridge shut, nearly taking Callie’s head off in the process. “Not. Okay. Not. Okay. Washing the sheets or not, I’m now gonna have to burn my mattress.” Her angry eyes narrowed further.

“You’re over reacting,” Callie pointed out.

“Oh, oh I am, am I? Fine. I’ll just call Owen, and he and I can roll around naked in your bed for a few hours, since it’s apparently not a big deal.”

Callie instantly scrunched her face in disgust. “Ew.”

Cristina’s eyes widened a little. “Exactly.”

“No, seriously, Cristina,” Callie shot back as she moved away from the fridge to head for the sink. She paused to meet her roommate's eyes. “Ew.”

“It's not a pretty picture, is it?” Cristina snapped. “Two naked, sweaty, sexing bodies rolling around like a couple of...of...sweaty, dirty animals in heat?” She paused a moment as she walked over to the other side of the counter. “In your bed.”

Callie kept her eyes focused on the glass she was currently washing in the sink. Her lips turned up into a slow, lazy smirk. “Yeah,” she added in a low voice before pulling her eyes up to meet her roommate’s. “But it was probably the best orgasm I've had in months.” She paused as she leaned forward just a bit. “Months, Cristina.”

Cristina blinked at Callie, then shook her head. “No wonder you were so cranky while you and McWheelie were going through the baby drama. It’s called a vibrator, Callie.”

Callie's dark eyes widened at the initial shock of the statement. But to her credit, she just as quickly recovered. “Oh please,” she shot back as her smirk returned. “Once you've had sex with Arizona Robbins, no cheap piece of battery operated silicone is ever gonna come close to satisfying.” She gave a slight shrug of her shoulders before returning to her task. “Besides, I'm a lesbian nowadays.”

“Since when do lesbians not use vibrators?” Cristina asked with a cocked eyebrow while she drank from a bottle of water she had pulled out of the fridge.

“When their girlfriends are just that good,” Arizona answered for her, emerging from the bedroom fully clothed as she toweled her wet hair. “Sheets are in the wash.” She blushed, but smirked regardless.

“Gee, thanks,” Cristina deadpanned. “But in the future, give your girlfriend orgasms somewhere that I don’t sleep.”

Arizona’s smirk just widened, and she tossed the towel onto one of the kitchen stools before going to root around the fridge. “Noted.”

Yang watched the blonde, water bottle poised at her lips. “What is it with you two, huh?” She glanced to Callie, who was now snooping around in the cabinets. “I thought lesbians weren’t men?”

Callie laughed as she turned back from the cabinet with can of soup in hand.

“Seriously,” Cristina went on as she twisted the top back onto her water bottle, before falling into one of the barstools lining the counter. “You have sex and then you eat.”

“Sometimes we eat and then have sex,” Arizona argued as she turned away from the fridge with various edible items piled in her arms.

Callie smirked as she opened the soup can. “Sometimes both,” she added as she glanced over to meet blue eyes.

Arizona smiled in return. “Gave me a whole new appreciation for pizza.”

Callie's smirk deepened as she leaned over the short distance to pull those adorable lips into a soft, but loving kiss.

The sound of Cristina gagging caused them to break apart after a few seconds. Both women turned simultaneously to give the resident a look.

Yang didn’t care. “You two are just so cute, you’re making babies cry and angels fall out of the sky.” She rolled her eyes and reached over to snag one of the leftover cartons Arizona had taken out of the fridge.

Arizona shared a smile with Callie, not caring if their ‘cuteness’ was disturbing to her girlfriend’s roommate. “We’re happy. Last time I checked, that’s not a crime.”

“Speaking of happy and dirty sex, where’s Owen?” Callie asked casually, dumping the soup into a bowl and turning to stick it in the microwave.

Cristina was staring hard at the counter, her face completely neutral. “He’s sleeping with Teddy.”

Arizona stopped mid-motion, as did Callie. The blonde looked up at Cristina in disbelief. “You’re kidding.”

“Does this look like a face that kids?” Yang shot back as she raised a finger to point it at her head.

Callie casually leaned over towards her girlfriend. “She doesn't kid. She was born without the ability.”

Cristina shot her roommate a harsh glare. “The point here,” she went on before turning her gaze to the blonde. “Is that your new super cool bestest buddy is screwing my boyfriend behind my back.”

Callie turned back to the counter, pausing in her attempt to make the soup. “Are you sure, Cristina? I mean, have you actually seen them...together?”

Arizona glanced over at her girlfriend, her brow furrowed. “Teddy would've told me...”

“I saw them about to kiss,” Yang replied with a heavy sigh. She wrapped her arms around the water bottle as she slowly leaned down to slump over the counter. “I think I know what that means.”

“It means they kissed,” Callie added without hesitation. “Kissing does not equal sex.” She paused as she glanced over at her lover. “Trust me.”

Arizona tensed a little and was careful to not look at Callie. “Just because there wasn’t sex, doesn’t mean it’s not hurtful.” She was talking about Owen, and not so much Mark, but…

Yeah.

Cristina remained plastered to the countertop. “Whatever. Technically they’re both cheating on me. Been avoiding them like the plague ever since.”

“Have you thought about confronting him?” Arizona asked. “I also find punching to be a fun outlet for frustration.”

Callie snorted as she returned to preparing her soup.

Yang lifted her head from the counter. “I just don't get it, y'know?” She raised a hand to casually wave it through the air. “Why do men have to be such dirty, manwhoring pigs? I mean, if they're gonna do it...why can't they just be up front about it?”

“‘Cause then it wouldn't be called cheating,” Callie added with slight nod of her head. She paused, looking up from her bowl. “What would it be called then?”

“Who cares?” Cristina instantly shot back as she slammed her hands down onto the counter.

Callie jumped a little.

Arizona felt for Cristina. She liked her (sometimes), and she liked Owen, and they seemed good for each other.

Y’know, choking incident aside.

She was definitely going to have a chat with Teddy very, very soon to find out what was going on.

Cristina suddenly lifted her head to glare at Arizona, almost as if she was reading her mind. “You’re friends with her. Teddy. I don’t like you right now. I’m aware that it’s irrational, but I just thought you should know.”

Arizona blinked at Cristina. “Uh…okay. But to be fair, you’re friends with her, too.”

Cristina narrowed her eyes in a dangerous glare.

Arizona held up her hands in surrender. “Okay, okay. Feel free to hate away.”

“You really shouldn't hate people,” Callie added casually to herself as she set her bowl into the microwave and then began to push buttons. “It's not nice to hate someone. No matter what they did to you.” Her finger began to punch the buttons a little harder. “Not even if they sleep with your girlfriend ‘cause they're a dirty, slutty, ho-bag of a nurse with no boundaries.” Her finger was replaced with her thumb in a deep, hard jabbing motion. The timer now read ‘10000:00’ minutes. Clearly, Callie wasn’t paying any attention. “And then they can't seem to take...the...fucking...hint...”

Arizona very, very careful sidled up next to Callie and reached out to take her hand, stopping it from further button-mashing. “Honey, honey…that’s a new microwave.”

Callie shifted her deadly glare to her girlfriend.

Arizona swallowed back and forced out a smile. “I love you. Please stop.”

Cristina snorted. “Bet you really loved her when you had your face buried between McSlutty’s thighs.”

“Cristina!”

Yang looked up to see two sets of eyes leveled on her. “What?” she defended with another slight wave of her hand. “I'm just sayin'.”

“Well, stop saying,” Callie snapped back. She gave a quick glance in her girlfriend's direction.

Arizona’s good mood was evaporating rather quickly.

This wasn’t exactly a topic of conversation she wanted to be having. Yet again.

“I’m gonna go unpack,” she sighed, picking up one of the leftover cartons of Chinese food and some chop sticks. It was still cold, but she wasn’t going to stick around to use the microwave with a cranky as hell Cristina badgering her. “So we can sleep in our bed tonight,” she added with a pointed stare at her girlfriend.

“What?” Callie shot back as the blonde pushed her way past to head for their bedroom. “Arizona,” she called after her, but the plea fell on deaf ears. She watched as the other woman disappeared around the corner and then a moment later, the quiet click of their door echoed in the silence.

Callie sighed before quickly reaching down to grab an apple from the fruit bowl sitting on the counter. She threw it at Cristina, hitting her square in the chest.

Yang jerked a little in surprise, and then her eyes widened. “Uh, ow.”

“You deserve a lot worse than that,” Callie snapped. “Seriously? Did you have to mention your stupid, cheating ass of a boyfriend and all his...cheating? I mean...raw subject much?”

“What?” Cristina shot back. “It's not my fault your girlfriend couldn't keep it in her pants around the bitch.” She reached for her bottle of water. “Geeze,” she mumbled to herself.

Another apple smacked her in the chest with a hard thunk.

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