FIC: Handcuffs and Stethoscopes (Part 4-end)
Even through her alcohol fueled lust, Callie was cognizant of the fact that she’d never expected this side of her girlfriend. Her girlfriend that currently had her pinned against the laundry room door and was kissing her like there was no tomorrow! Maybe it was all the tequila shots that Arizona had drank but her randy behavior seemed completely out of character. Then again, over the past few months that they’d been dating, Callie was constantly surprised by the different facets of her girlfriend’s personality.
When Arizona’s mouth moved to Callie’s neck and her hand moved up under her shirt, the Latina had had enough. With one hand already on Arizona’s ass, she dropped her other hand down and pulled the blonde even closer. Lips still locked together, Callie pushed off against the door, steering them toward the washing machine. When Arizona’s body crashed against the appliance, Callie lifted her up so that she was seated atop it.
“I want you so badly,” Callie groaned as she began kissing Arizona’s neck.
The blonde tilted her head back, giving Callie access to her neck and chest. She wrapped her legs around Callie’s waist and linked her arms around her girlfriend’s neck. “I want you, too, Calliope.”
As Callie’s right hand drifted up Arizona’s thigh, they became lost in another deep kiss. Neither heard the creak of the door opening.
“Oh, excuse me,” Caroline Shepherd said from the doorway. “I thought this was the bathroom.”
Callie froze with one hand partly up Arizona’s skirt. Arizona buried her rapidly reddening face against Callie’s neck.
Realizing who she had interrupted, the older woman said with smile, “I didn’t know I was signing a warrant for you to search each other.” She chuckled softly before closing the door on the two very embarrassed women. “I know Cagney & Lacey never did that,” she said to herself.
"I think it would be best for us to evaluate the evidence back at the precinct, Officer Lacey," Arizona said, her voice a little bit breathless from what they'd been doing and from the embarrassment of having been interrupted.
"I agree, Counselor. We won't be disturbed there," Callie replied as she reluctantly removed her hand from under the blonde's skirt.
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THE FOLLOWING MORNING
Chief Webber walked up to Bailey, who stood outside of the ER doors waiting for an ambulance to arrive. “Trolling for patients, Bailey? Or should I say, Lieutenant Van Buren?” he asked with a wink.
“It’s too early for your mockery, Chief. Besides, people knew who I was. Only Robbins and Mrs. Shepherd knew who you were,” she stated haughtily. "I'm surprised this place is still standing after leaving it in the charge of those fools from Mercy West."
He tried to suppress his grin. “Right you are, Bailey.”
“I, for one, am glad this nonsense is behind us.”
Chief Webber chuckled. “Although with the amount of tequila that flowed last night, a part of me wonders what kind of shape the rest of my staff is in this morning.”
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The smell of frying bacon permeated Lexie Grey’s senses to pull her from her fitful slumber. She momentarily forgot where she was. Panicked, she looked around the room. She quickly realized she was in Mark’s apartment, but she couldn’t for the life of her figure out why she had slept on the couch. “What the…”
“Good morning. I made bacon and toast. You want some?” Mark’s voice drifted from across the kitchenette.
She nodded and pressed her fingers to both temples. “And some aspirin.” He brought her a glass of water and the requested pain pill. “Why did I sleep on the couch?”
“Because regardless of what people think of me, I have standards and grandmas are out of bounds.”
“I’m not a grandma, Mark. I just dressed like one from a TV show. A TV show, I might add, that was about grandmas having sex.”
Mark shuddered. “Don’t care. If you want some of this,” He gestured at his body. “Burn that.” He pointed to her outfit. “Little Sloan doesn’t rise for grannies, Lex.”
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Arizona pressed a series of lingering kisses over the tops of Callie’s bare breasts. “I’m not convinced, Officer.”
Callie smirked at her lover and pressed the cap from her costume uniform to Arizona’s unruly blonde curls. “Oh, really?”
Arizona started trailing her lips down Callie’s ribcage. “I know you’re withholding a vital piece of evidence. I just haven’t found it yet.”
“Keep looking, counselor. I know it got filed.” Callie ran her hands over the pale back. She moaned loudly when Arizona reached her belly button.
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Cristina stumbled into the kitchen. “Who can sleep with all that moaning and groaning and giggling going on?” she asked Owen who was sitting on the couch reading the morning paper.
He shrugged. “I think it’s kinda nice they found each other.”
“You… you don’t get to have an opinion on my roommate’s sex life,” Cristina stuttered as she opened a box of Lucky Charms.
“Why not? She confided in me after the whole Hahn thing about maybe being a lesbian and needing someone to cook for.”
“McDreamy hair on steroids does not make you McDreamy. Seriously, shear the mop and grow back your beard because all your macho Army cred is flying out the window on a rainbow unicorn right now.”
Another series of muffled giggles came from behind the door to Callie’s bedroom.
“After as much as they both drank last night, I’m surprised either of them can function let alone have sex,” Owen commented.
Cristina placed the Lucky Charms box on the counter and crossed the room. She grabbed her coat and Owen’s arm. “Yeah, yeah, Callie’s a machine. I don’t want to hear it. We’re going out for breakfast.”
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Meredith awoke to the sound of a buzzing razor. She pulled on the nearest shirt she could find, which happened to be Derek’s Hawaiian shirt from the previous night. On her way to the bathroom, she tripped over the mass of clothing consisting of her costume. “Stupid corset,” she grumbled.
Derek poked his head into the bedroom. One half of his mustache still remained on his upper lip. “Did you say something?”
“Cursing the corset.” She pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. “You look horrible with that thing on your lip.”
Derek finished shaving and pressed a tender kiss to her lips. “Better?”
She grinned up at him. “Much.”
“I’m going to go find my mother and try to convince her that we’ll take care of the party clean-up.”
“How do you know that’s what she’s doing?”
“Because it’s eight o’clock, on a Saturday morning. My mother is a creature of habit even when she’s hungover.” He stopped at the bedroom doorway. “I’m surprised she hasn’t started cooking breakfast yet.”
“Mothers really do that?” Meredith asked bewildered by the concept.
Derek shrugged. “Mine does.” He disappeared down the hall.
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Caroline Shepherd stood in the dining area nursing a mug of coffee. Several empty liquor bottles littered the table. Bottles of beer in varying states of content lay abandoned on any flat surface. She moved into the living room.
Alex Karev lay on the couch, face-down. At some point in the evening, someone had plastered an “exit wound” to his back to match the one on the front of his white shirt. His wife had left early in the night, grumbling about her disappointment of a husband and her friendship-rivalry with Yang.
Derek entered the area. “Good morning.”
“Morning, son,” she replied sipping her coffee. She used her mug to gesture to the room. “Your colleagues have left you with quite a mess.”
“Don’t worry about the mess. Meredith and I will take care of it later today.”
She continued as though she hadn’t heard him. "I assumed that being doctors and colleagues that your friends would draw the line at having relations in the laundry room out of respect for you and Meredith."
"Since when has Mark respected anyone? I hope you gave him the same lecture you gave me when you walked in on me and Addison when I brought her home for Christmas my first year of med school."
"It wasn't Mark. Mark was on his best behavior despite the character he dressed as last evening.”
"Well, Cristina and Owen get handsy when they've been drinking."
"It wasn't Major Hunt. It was..."
"Alex and Izzie, then. They used to live here. Still do from time to time. So does Lexie."
"It was two women, Derek. Now I didn't catch their real names and they were quarrelling for a good chunk of the evening, but the blonde refused to break her character the entire night. Plus, she made some very disturbing points about the relationship between Cagney and Lacey."
"Two women? A Blonde?" His hung-over brain couldn't connect the dots.
Mrs. Shepherd kissed his cheek. "You most certainly have the most…” She struggled to find the right word to define the people she met the previous night. “Interesting group of friends. I look forward to getting to know them outside of their alter egos."