The Beaver Bin 3/3
Title: The Beaver Bin 3/3
Rating: NC-17 for the end there.
Summary: Third and final bit of this story. Callie stands up for herself. Arizona supports her. Piggy backs, giggling, and the climactic ending to date night abound! Also, see if you can spot the L word reference.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. At all. All characters belong to Shondaland. And all characters from L word belong to Showtime and Ms. Chalken.
A/N: So here it is! The last of it! I wanted this up before Halloween, but it was too difficult with having to make Halloween costumes and such. I went as Callie! It was so much fun. Hope you had great Halloweens as well!
A/N II: Thank you so much for reading and reviewing this. I love knowing that you guys like my stories. You're all a very welcoming bunch, you know that? :)
Previous Chapters:
Chapter Uno
Chapter Dos
“Oh, shit,” Arizona murmured and rushed over to Callie, attempting to wipe gin off of her face and murmuring how sorry she was over and over again. Callie wasn’t the intended recipient of that blow, but it stung her eyes and nose a bit, not to mention the shock value of the actions. Callie’s mouth opened and closed, almost like a fish. She wasn’t sure what to say.
“I wasn’t finished talking to you, Arizona…” Said the blonde woman previously arguing with Arizona, dusting off her blue jeans.
Callie wiped her eyes with the bottom of her white t-shirt, putting a hand up between the blonde and her blonde. “She’s done talking to you. You’re making a scene.”
“Who are you anyway? Some fuckin’ spoiled star newborn thing that Arizona found at the hospital? Back off, sweetheart. You have no rights here.” Spat the woman.
“Samantha, stop it, right now.” Arizona said, coming between the two, but Callie gently nudged her out of the way.
“First of all, I don’t know what the hell a spoiled star is, but I am not a newborn, and regardless of where we are you never need to put your hands on my girlfriend. Ever. And if we weren’t in this bar I would break all the little bones in your hand. Hard and fast enough that you’d never be able to use it properly again. Not even if I fixed them for you. You got that, sweetheart?” Callie seethed, tasting the gin that had found its way into her mouth, along with her reborn courage.
Sammy remained silent while Callie chewed her out, mounting anger showing on her face. Instead of responding verbally, she charged forward, and was swiftly snapped back by a woman wearing a black t-shirt that read “The Saloon” in white lettering.
“Sam, stop it right now. I saw you push Arizona, and now you’re fucking around with this girl who didn’t even do anything to you. You’re done. I shouldn’t have even let you back in here after the last time you went toe to toe. Go, right now.” She barked to Samantha, who put both hands up.
“Fuck this, seriously. Fuck you, Alice, I’m done with your bullshit bar.” And squared shoulders against the woman, shoving past her.
“I hope you mean it this time,” The woman said, brushing a lock of dishwater blonde out of her visage, angular features hardened against the retreating silhouette of the trouble-making woman.
The woman who sent Sammy packing also handed Callie a wad of paper towels for her face. “I’m so sorry that happened. I was in the back for two seconds and she does that!?” the blonde went off, as Callie mopped the alcohol from her face.
“I’m sorry, Alice. You know how she gets. This is my girlfriend Callie by the way. Callie, this is Alice. She’s the manager here.” Arizona said, and Callie nodded, shaking her hand.
Just then it hit her like a ton of bricks, “Wait, the manager…?” Callie asked, brow quirking as a light bulb went off.
“Yep, I am. I moved here a few years back from L.A. Needed a change of scenery. This place is the same old same old, just with less fashion and way more flannel,” Alice smiled. “Present company excluded.”
“Do you know Mark Sloan?” Callie asked, bemusedly.
“Callie, seriously?” Arizona said, rolling her eyes. “We can have one night where we don’t talk about Mark Slo-
Alice’s face rushed hot enough to be seen even in the low lighting of the bar. “How do you know Mark Sloan?” She almost whispered.
“We work together.” Callie mumbled, grinning some. “He’s my best friend.”
“Oh. Well.” Alice stroked her ponytail fondly. “I met him once at this bar called Joe’s… and um… well, hey… let me get you and Arizona a drink.” She was giggling and blushing while Arizona froze, turned to stare directly at Alice and felt her jaw drop of its own accord.
“You… didn’t?” Arizona asked.
“Oh, I did. I did. I definitely did.” Alice nodded, dreamy expression on her features. “That’s the last man I think I’ll ever sleep with, though. He was…something.”
Arizona’s eyes squinted into a searing glare as she cleared her throat and possessively slid her hand around Callie’s waist, as if to ward off even the idea of Mark Sloan touching her girlfriend in the same way. Callie caught her closing her eyes and shaking her head briefly, sort of like she had an etch-a-sketch picture in her brain that she desperately wanted rid of.
“So, how about that drink?” Callie said, noticing Arizona’s eyes were almost entirely narrowed to slits.
When they made it over to the bar, Lindsey and company were waiting expectantly for all of the details of the events.
“You see how dramatic things can be,” Lindsey gushed, smiling forcibly to Callie. The brunette had enough of the woman who had been sliding digs at her all night and nodded slowly, thinking she’d just let it go, since Lindsey was a friend of Arizona’s, but then realizing that she’d reached her breaking point with these women tonight.
“Look, Lindsey. I get it. Okay? I get that there is drama. There’s drama everywhere. Straight people have drama. Doctors. Crazy people. Everyone has drama. Your drama is new, not different…” Callie said, furrowing her eyebrows. “And what the hell is with you people and your star metaphors? What is this, Super Mario?”
Arizona busted into a fit of giggles and had to sit down to properly take that metaphor in. She was laughing too hard to answer her, holding her side with her head resting on the bar.
“Star metaphors?” Alice asked, setting two tumblers full of pinkish alcohol in front of Callie and Arizona. “What?”
“They keep saying things like golden star, spoiled star…star star star.” Callie said, taking a generous sip of the beverage.
“Oh.” Alice said, shaking her head in the direction of Lindsey. “Come on, seriously? I’ve slept with men. You still come to the bar and accept drinks from me, don’t you? Sheesh. Tough crowd.” Alice mumbled and turned to Callie, “A gold star is a lesbian who hasn’t slept with men. A spoiled star is Sammy being a bitch.” Alice explained further.
“Wait, what? Lindsey, what’d you say about gold stars?” Arizona asked, after recovering from her laughing fit. She figured Callie had just overheard that in the bar. She wasn’t banking on it coming from her friend.
Lindsey looked away at that moment, and Arizona threw the maraschino cherry from her drink at the woman without hesitation. Not satisfied with that, Arizona beamed the one from Callie’s drink as well. “That’s really kind of a jerk thing and not cool of you to do, Lindsey. When I tell you things they’re not meant to be used as weapons!” Arizona scoffed. “I love Calliope. All of her. And yeah, maybe, sometimes I get a little weirded out with the whole… slept with her best friend thing, but she’s still a person. No, she’s my person. She’s my people. You, are also my people.” Arizona paused. “So, no more.”
Callie was not expecting that kind of response from her, but welcomed it all the same. She watched as Lindsey’s face burned hot and she shook her head. Embarrassed, the girl nodded. “I’m sorry…I…”
“Good, you should be.” Arizona said, matter of factly, but smiled afterward and leaned on Callie’s leather clad arm. “Let’s go home…”
Callie resisted the urge to stick her tongue out at Lindsey.
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Had Arizona not closed their tab and said goodbye to her friends, Callie would have known it was time to go anyway. Arizona had drunk tells. It wasn’t just how glassy here eyes got, or that silly smile perched on her lips. It was the way held Callie’s hand and leaned against her. She was soft spoken, talking to Callie almost as if she were in a library, if she wasn’t humming the words to pop songs, with the occasional burst of lyrics off key and not in the right order.
Arizona had insisted they walk home, because she wanted some fresh air. Callie agreed with her, keeping an arm wrapped around her while Arizona’s own slid to intertwine with her forearm, singing to herself, and occasionally tripping over slick leaves on the sidewalk. Callie’s mind was swimming. She really just wanted to be curled up in bed, watching whatever TV Land had on rerun while Arizona wrapped around her like a cover hogging octopus, snoring.
“So, um...who is Sammy?” Callie asked after a few moments of Arizona singing Lady Gaga.
“Can’t read my-can’t read…p-p-p-poker face” Arizona snapped back from reality and looked back toward Callie. “Sammy is a woman I dated very casually for awhile before I met you. She thought it was a lot more than I did.”
“Clearly. Bitch went a little psycho Barbie on you tonight.”
“Well, almost a year ago I told her that I wasn’t looking for a girlfriend, and I just wanted to be friends. She kind of… lost it on me. Got in my face about it. Oh, and there was screaming. Lots of screaming.” Arizona looked at Callie’s concerned face. “She was angry, and threw a glass at me.”
“A glass?”
“It was full, too. Full. And it shattered against the wall, narrowly missing this blonde head.” Arizona pointed, in case Callie wasn’t aware that her girlfriend was blonde. “And it freaked a lot of people out, so she got thrown out. And I really thought she wasn’t going to show up…”
“Seems like you guys are constantly tossing drinks around at that place…surprised the floors aren’t stickier…” Callie grumbled.
“Honey,” Arizona said, crooning softly. “It was a few weeks worth of dinners and drinks. We slept together once, and I didn’t feel a connection with her otherwise. She took it a lot harder than I thought.”
“Can’t say I blame her. You’re pretty amazing.” Callie said, smiling crookedly to her girlfriend.
“Thanks, beautiful.” Arizona beamed and leaned up to press a kiss against Callie’s cold cheek.
Callie was oddly calmed by that notion. She knew in the past that her jealousy could get the best of her, but with Arizona it just fit. It wasn’t worth getting angry, because she was so very confident in the fact that Arizona only had eyes for her. Sammy had made enough of a fool out of herself, that Callie didn’t need to harp on about it for months. This was the new and improved, sleeping with (and loving) women, Callie Torres. The same one who didn’t second guess their loves, especially one like Arizona.
She must have been off in her own head not to notice Arizona’s incessant complaints about her shoes. They were black heeled boots that came up to her mid calves, and they were hurting. Hurting so much that she’d stopped to remove them.
“Arizona, what are you doing? Your feet are going to be soaked.” Callie asked, trying not to laugh.
“No, they aren’t.” Arizona huffed, trying to balance on one foot while simultaneously hopping and tugging down the zipper of her boot. “Because you’re going to give me a piggy-back ride to your apartment.”
“I am?” Callie asked, coming to the aid of Arizona’s equilibrium issues, steadying her.
“Yep, you are.” The blonde nodded, getting one shoe off, making a face once her foot touched the cold ground. She was pouting at nothing but the soggy leaves on the cement.
Callie just smiled at her. She’d probably agree to walk to the moon and back for this woman, so a piggy-back ride was really no great trouble. She just liked seeing the pink-cheeked blonde get flustered with her Steve Maddens.
“I dunno, Arizona, my back, you know…” Callie taunted, watching as Arizona glared at her.
“Are you saying I’ve gained weight? Because, yeah, I have. I have gained weight, Calliope. Only six pounds. That’s all. And it’s because of you and all that cooking you do. And it’s so good. God, I love it. But it’s only six pounds!” Arizona said, crossing her arms over her chest after getting the other boot off her feet. She was standing on the wet sidewalk, soaking her socks through.
Callie rolled her eyes at the girl and squatted down in front of her. “You’re too easy sometimes, honey.”
Arizona clambered around Callie’s back, hands locking around her chest while her legs hitched up over those hips she loved to touch, and kiss, and admire. Callie’s hands fit in behind Arizona’s knees and they walked. Callie could see the apartment from there, and Arizona rested her chin against her shoulder.
“You smell good,” Arizona commented.
“I probably smell like bar, oh and the gin you spilled all over me.”
“No, you smell like super sexy girlfriend and leather.”
“Super sexy girlfriend, huh? I should market that.”
“No, no. Don’t. I don’t want other people smelling like my super sexy, all mine, hands off, Callie Torres girlfriend.” Arizona said against Callie’s ear, nipping at the lobe some.
“Careful up there, Robbins. I don’t want to drop you. You can’t nibble my ears like that and not expect me to drop you.” Callie warned, playfully hoisting Arizona up again so she settled nicely on her back.
“Aw, but it’s just so tempting.” Arizona said, and Callie could almost hear her pouting.
Callie chuckled, shaking her head very softly, and unlocking the door to her apartment building. Since she usually climbed the quick five flights to her apartment, she decided she couldn’t with a very comfortable girlfriend wrapped around her back. Arizona pushed the button for the elevator with her sock-clad big toe, grinning at Callie in their reflection against the doors.
When they finally got to the apartment, Callie keyed into the door and gently deposited Arizona on the sofa, smiling at the woman who looked pensive for a moment while removing her wet socks and tossing them, with her shoes, behind the sofa.
“I’m sorry date night was not much of a success,” Arizona said, sighing softly as she flopped back onto the cushions, rolling onto her right side to face outward.
Callie shrugged out of her jacket, hanging it on the back of the door as she shook her head. After sitting down on the floor in front of Arizona, she put a hand on Arizona’s shoulder, thumb rubbing against it softly. “It was… interesting. And your friends seem…sweet…” Callie forced.
“Lindsey is tough to please. She and I have been friends for years, and she is just looking out for me. We fight like sisters. I know she can be a little hard to handle, but…”
“I know, Arizona. I just, it’s hard. You know? I have slept with men. I was even married to a man. I liked having sex with men. But I love you. I love you so much, and I feel like I’m not going to be good enough for them…” Callie said, brown eyes starting to well with tears. Finally, those glasses of wine were catching up with her.
At this, Arizona sat up and put a hand on either side of Callie’s face. “Shh, Calliope. I love you, okay? And that’s all that matters. Not my friends, or their small mindedness.” Her face cracked into one of those heart-stopping smiles and Callie nodded, wrapping her arms around Arizona’s waist, head resting on her chest. She was soothed by the hands in her hair, and the lips pressed against her forehead.
“But what about all those stupid star comments?” Callie grumbled, sniffling some against her girlfriend’s cleavage.
“They mean nothing. Not a damn thing.” Arizona said gently, peppering kisses against Callie’s hairline. “No metaphor in the world could make me think less of you. You are the woman I love, and the woman I want.”
Callie sighed, feeling foolish for crying tipsy tears into Arizona’s chest. She leaned up and kissed her, finding the comforting groove of Arizona’s bottom lip, thankful for the softness and the familiarity. Arizona deepened the kiss, tugging Callie upward by her t-shirt clad shoulders, and wrapping her arms around her denim clad backside. Callie hit the couch with a gentle landing, knees on either side of her girlfriend, effectively straddling her.
Arizona pulled away, grinning deviously. Blue eyes glimmered while fingertips started lifting Callie’s shirt off of her torso, lips climbing up her neck, teeth nipping boldly. “But, if I had to say…” She mumbled, getting the fabric up and over those onyx tresses.
Callie smiled widely at her, tugging up on that grey sweater until it came up and over the tousled locks of the woman underneath her. “If you had to say…” Callie asked, lips pressing against the front of Arizona’s throat.
“You are so much better than a gold star.” Arizona said through a long exhale of breath.
“Yeah…?” Asked Callie, nibbling at Arizona’s bottom lip, moving to her ear to bite and suckle.
“Mmnnyep.” She said, breathlessly. “You’re a platinum star. Better than all the other stars in the whole world. Shiny…oohh… Shiniest of all the stars in the land. And I-mmm…yeah, right there… and I think that platinum looks better than… um gold… on you, anyway…” Arizona said before succumbing to the moan accompanying the love bite Callie left on her collar bone.
Enjoying the woman’s distracted rambles, Callie popped open the button of those expensive blue jeans, hand bypassing underwear, heading straight for the prize. Her own breath stopped in her throat as she listened to Arizona’s throaty groan of pleasure, and the way her head tipped back against the back of the couch.
“Arizona…” Callie said against her ear as her fingertips rubbed in tight circles.
“Mmm..” Arizona replied, hanging onto Callie’s shoulders.
“The only stars I want to hear about are the ones I’m about to make you see behind your eyes,” Callie said in that liquid satin way her words fell out of her mouth, feeling Arizona’s hands on the fly of her jeans, tugging and opening and pulling at them, hand slipping inside of Callie’s underwear, mimicking the actions of her girlfriend down to the stop and go of her fingers.
The pair eventually rolled onto the floor, squirming around to desperately remove the two pairs of blue jeans separating them from what they wanted. Callie tugged Arizona’s down, along with her panties, flinging both behind her carelessly. Arizona took a few extra moments, distracted by the hand in between her legs, but finally freeing Callie of those pesky jeans and equally as pesky underwear.
“Don’t wear underwear, ever. It’s stupid.” Arizona panted, riding swiftly against Callie’s hand, that had since added two fingers and was utilizing the thumb to take over for her fingers’ previous works.
“Deal,” Callie huffed distractedly, feeling the telltale shake of her thighs when Arizona did that little swirling thing with her fingers when she was inside of her, coupled by the commanding force of those thrusts.
Arizona felt it first, that hurricane that occurred inside of her just as she was about to release. Her back stiffened and arched forward, pushing herself into her girlfriend, who was not very far behind her, lips against her ear, writhing half-nakedly on Callie’s area rug. Those fingers needed to be insured. Forever. So that they could always do this. She bucked upward one last time before she released, showering Callie’s ears with praises only fit for moments like this, strewn in with curse words and labored exclamations of “Calliope…” and “oh, God…”
Hearing her name tumble from those lips was usually enough, but Callie had the added bonus of her love’s fingers only missing one little beat, before picking up again, determined to make the golden skinned goddess feel just as good as she just did. Callie was flat on her back, Arizona hovering beside her, lips never leaving the other pair as she worked her fingers internally and externally in perfect harmony. Not being able to take any more, Callie’s body threw her into a sudden release, short and powerful, rendering her completely speechless for a moment. When she was able to speak again, she had to fight with the rapid rise and fall of her chest.
“A quickie, huh?” Callie eyed the blonde, after she regained her breath.
“Well, we’ve never done that on date night, either.” Arizona said, head resting on her chest. “But I do think we should quickly make it to your bedroom before Hunt or Cristina come through that door and realize my underwear is on the coffee table…”
With widening eyes, Callie snatched up the bright pink number as well as her own lacy black pair and both sets of jeans. She held her hand out for Arizona, and the two of them scampered back to Callie’s bedroom, happy to break the occasional date night tradition of somehow getting caught in the act by her roommate or roommate’s boyfriend.
Once both settled into bed, and curled up around each other, Callie flicked on the television, noting the muted episode of I Love Lucy on TV Land while Arizona wrapped around her like a cover hogging octopus, snoring.
Suddenly, shades of stars no longer mattered.
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A/N III: Thank you so much, again! I really, really appreciate it!
Rating: NC-17 for the end there.
Summary: Third and final bit of this story. Callie stands up for herself. Arizona supports her. Piggy backs, giggling, and the climactic ending to date night abound! Also, see if you can spot the L word reference.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. At all. All characters belong to Shondaland. And all characters from L word belong to Showtime and Ms. Chalken.
A/N: So here it is! The last of it! I wanted this up before Halloween, but it was too difficult with having to make Halloween costumes and such. I went as Callie! It was so much fun. Hope you had great Halloweens as well!
A/N II: Thank you so much for reading and reviewing this. I love knowing that you guys like my stories. You're all a very welcoming bunch, you know that? :)
Previous Chapters:
Chapter Uno
Chapter Dos
“Oh, shit,” Arizona murmured and rushed over to Callie, attempting to wipe gin off of her face and murmuring how sorry she was over and over again. Callie wasn’t the intended recipient of that blow, but it stung her eyes and nose a bit, not to mention the shock value of the actions. Callie’s mouth opened and closed, almost like a fish. She wasn’t sure what to say.
“I wasn’t finished talking to you, Arizona…” Said the blonde woman previously arguing with Arizona, dusting off her blue jeans.
Callie wiped her eyes with the bottom of her white t-shirt, putting a hand up between the blonde and her blonde. “She’s done talking to you. You’re making a scene.”
“Who are you anyway? Some fuckin’ spoiled star newborn thing that Arizona found at the hospital? Back off, sweetheart. You have no rights here.” Spat the woman.
“Samantha, stop it, right now.” Arizona said, coming between the two, but Callie gently nudged her out of the way.
“First of all, I don’t know what the hell a spoiled star is, but I am not a newborn, and regardless of where we are you never need to put your hands on my girlfriend. Ever. And if we weren’t in this bar I would break all the little bones in your hand. Hard and fast enough that you’d never be able to use it properly again. Not even if I fixed them for you. You got that, sweetheart?” Callie seethed, tasting the gin that had found its way into her mouth, along with her reborn courage.
Sammy remained silent while Callie chewed her out, mounting anger showing on her face. Instead of responding verbally, she charged forward, and was swiftly snapped back by a woman wearing a black t-shirt that read “The Saloon” in white lettering.
“Sam, stop it right now. I saw you push Arizona, and now you’re fucking around with this girl who didn’t even do anything to you. You’re done. I shouldn’t have even let you back in here after the last time you went toe to toe. Go, right now.” She barked to Samantha, who put both hands up.
“Fuck this, seriously. Fuck you, Alice, I’m done with your bullshit bar.” And squared shoulders against the woman, shoving past her.
“I hope you mean it this time,” The woman said, brushing a lock of dishwater blonde out of her visage, angular features hardened against the retreating silhouette of the trouble-making woman.
The woman who sent Sammy packing also handed Callie a wad of paper towels for her face. “I’m so sorry that happened. I was in the back for two seconds and she does that!?” the blonde went off, as Callie mopped the alcohol from her face.
“I’m sorry, Alice. You know how she gets. This is my girlfriend Callie by the way. Callie, this is Alice. She’s the manager here.” Arizona said, and Callie nodded, shaking her hand.
Just then it hit her like a ton of bricks, “Wait, the manager…?” Callie asked, brow quirking as a light bulb went off.
“Yep, I am. I moved here a few years back from L.A. Needed a change of scenery. This place is the same old same old, just with less fashion and way more flannel,” Alice smiled. “Present company excluded.”
“Do you know Mark Sloan?” Callie asked, bemusedly.
“Callie, seriously?” Arizona said, rolling her eyes. “We can have one night where we don’t talk about Mark Slo-
Alice’s face rushed hot enough to be seen even in the low lighting of the bar. “How do you know Mark Sloan?” She almost whispered.
“We work together.” Callie mumbled, grinning some. “He’s my best friend.”
“Oh. Well.” Alice stroked her ponytail fondly. “I met him once at this bar called Joe’s… and um… well, hey… let me get you and Arizona a drink.” She was giggling and blushing while Arizona froze, turned to stare directly at Alice and felt her jaw drop of its own accord.
“You… didn’t?” Arizona asked.
“Oh, I did. I did. I definitely did.” Alice nodded, dreamy expression on her features. “That’s the last man I think I’ll ever sleep with, though. He was…something.”
Arizona’s eyes squinted into a searing glare as she cleared her throat and possessively slid her hand around Callie’s waist, as if to ward off even the idea of Mark Sloan touching her girlfriend in the same way. Callie caught her closing her eyes and shaking her head briefly, sort of like she had an etch-a-sketch picture in her brain that she desperately wanted rid of.
“So, how about that drink?” Callie said, noticing Arizona’s eyes were almost entirely narrowed to slits.
When they made it over to the bar, Lindsey and company were waiting expectantly for all of the details of the events.
“You see how dramatic things can be,” Lindsey gushed, smiling forcibly to Callie. The brunette had enough of the woman who had been sliding digs at her all night and nodded slowly, thinking she’d just let it go, since Lindsey was a friend of Arizona’s, but then realizing that she’d reached her breaking point with these women tonight.
“Look, Lindsey. I get it. Okay? I get that there is drama. There’s drama everywhere. Straight people have drama. Doctors. Crazy people. Everyone has drama. Your drama is new, not different…” Callie said, furrowing her eyebrows. “And what the hell is with you people and your star metaphors? What is this, Super Mario?”
Arizona busted into a fit of giggles and had to sit down to properly take that metaphor in. She was laughing too hard to answer her, holding her side with her head resting on the bar.
“Star metaphors?” Alice asked, setting two tumblers full of pinkish alcohol in front of Callie and Arizona. “What?”
“They keep saying things like golden star, spoiled star…star star star.” Callie said, taking a generous sip of the beverage.
“Oh.” Alice said, shaking her head in the direction of Lindsey. “Come on, seriously? I’ve slept with men. You still come to the bar and accept drinks from me, don’t you? Sheesh. Tough crowd.” Alice mumbled and turned to Callie, “A gold star is a lesbian who hasn’t slept with men. A spoiled star is Sammy being a bitch.” Alice explained further.
“Wait, what? Lindsey, what’d you say about gold stars?” Arizona asked, after recovering from her laughing fit. She figured Callie had just overheard that in the bar. She wasn’t banking on it coming from her friend.
Lindsey looked away at that moment, and Arizona threw the maraschino cherry from her drink at the woman without hesitation. Not satisfied with that, Arizona beamed the one from Callie’s drink as well. “That’s really kind of a jerk thing and not cool of you to do, Lindsey. When I tell you things they’re not meant to be used as weapons!” Arizona scoffed. “I love Calliope. All of her. And yeah, maybe, sometimes I get a little weirded out with the whole… slept with her best friend thing, but she’s still a person. No, she’s my person. She’s my people. You, are also my people.” Arizona paused. “So, no more.”
Callie was not expecting that kind of response from her, but welcomed it all the same. She watched as Lindsey’s face burned hot and she shook her head. Embarrassed, the girl nodded. “I’m sorry…I…”
“Good, you should be.” Arizona said, matter of factly, but smiled afterward and leaned on Callie’s leather clad arm. “Let’s go home…”
Callie resisted the urge to stick her tongue out at Lindsey.
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Had Arizona not closed their tab and said goodbye to her friends, Callie would have known it was time to go anyway. Arizona had drunk tells. It wasn’t just how glassy here eyes got, or that silly smile perched on her lips. It was the way held Callie’s hand and leaned against her. She was soft spoken, talking to Callie almost as if she were in a library, if she wasn’t humming the words to pop songs, with the occasional burst of lyrics off key and not in the right order.
Arizona had insisted they walk home, because she wanted some fresh air. Callie agreed with her, keeping an arm wrapped around her while Arizona’s own slid to intertwine with her forearm, singing to herself, and occasionally tripping over slick leaves on the sidewalk. Callie’s mind was swimming. She really just wanted to be curled up in bed, watching whatever TV Land had on rerun while Arizona wrapped around her like a cover hogging octopus, snoring.
“So, um...who is Sammy?” Callie asked after a few moments of Arizona singing Lady Gaga.
“Can’t read my-can’t read…p-p-p-poker face” Arizona snapped back from reality and looked back toward Callie. “Sammy is a woman I dated very casually for awhile before I met you. She thought it was a lot more than I did.”
“Clearly. Bitch went a little psycho Barbie on you tonight.”
“Well, almost a year ago I told her that I wasn’t looking for a girlfriend, and I just wanted to be friends. She kind of… lost it on me. Got in my face about it. Oh, and there was screaming. Lots of screaming.” Arizona looked at Callie’s concerned face. “She was angry, and threw a glass at me.”
“A glass?”
“It was full, too. Full. And it shattered against the wall, narrowly missing this blonde head.” Arizona pointed, in case Callie wasn’t aware that her girlfriend was blonde. “And it freaked a lot of people out, so she got thrown out. And I really thought she wasn’t going to show up…”
“Seems like you guys are constantly tossing drinks around at that place…surprised the floors aren’t stickier…” Callie grumbled.
“Honey,” Arizona said, crooning softly. “It was a few weeks worth of dinners and drinks. We slept together once, and I didn’t feel a connection with her otherwise. She took it a lot harder than I thought.”
“Can’t say I blame her. You’re pretty amazing.” Callie said, smiling crookedly to her girlfriend.
“Thanks, beautiful.” Arizona beamed and leaned up to press a kiss against Callie’s cold cheek.
Callie was oddly calmed by that notion. She knew in the past that her jealousy could get the best of her, but with Arizona it just fit. It wasn’t worth getting angry, because she was so very confident in the fact that Arizona only had eyes for her. Sammy had made enough of a fool out of herself, that Callie didn’t need to harp on about it for months. This was the new and improved, sleeping with (and loving) women, Callie Torres. The same one who didn’t second guess their loves, especially one like Arizona.
She must have been off in her own head not to notice Arizona’s incessant complaints about her shoes. They were black heeled boots that came up to her mid calves, and they were hurting. Hurting so much that she’d stopped to remove them.
“Arizona, what are you doing? Your feet are going to be soaked.” Callie asked, trying not to laugh.
“No, they aren’t.” Arizona huffed, trying to balance on one foot while simultaneously hopping and tugging down the zipper of her boot. “Because you’re going to give me a piggy-back ride to your apartment.”
“I am?” Callie asked, coming to the aid of Arizona’s equilibrium issues, steadying her.
“Yep, you are.” The blonde nodded, getting one shoe off, making a face once her foot touched the cold ground. She was pouting at nothing but the soggy leaves on the cement.
Callie just smiled at her. She’d probably agree to walk to the moon and back for this woman, so a piggy-back ride was really no great trouble. She just liked seeing the pink-cheeked blonde get flustered with her Steve Maddens.
“I dunno, Arizona, my back, you know…” Callie taunted, watching as Arizona glared at her.
“Are you saying I’ve gained weight? Because, yeah, I have. I have gained weight, Calliope. Only six pounds. That’s all. And it’s because of you and all that cooking you do. And it’s so good. God, I love it. But it’s only six pounds!” Arizona said, crossing her arms over her chest after getting the other boot off her feet. She was standing on the wet sidewalk, soaking her socks through.
Callie rolled her eyes at the girl and squatted down in front of her. “You’re too easy sometimes, honey.”
Arizona clambered around Callie’s back, hands locking around her chest while her legs hitched up over those hips she loved to touch, and kiss, and admire. Callie’s hands fit in behind Arizona’s knees and they walked. Callie could see the apartment from there, and Arizona rested her chin against her shoulder.
“You smell good,” Arizona commented.
“I probably smell like bar, oh and the gin you spilled all over me.”
“No, you smell like super sexy girlfriend and leather.”
“Super sexy girlfriend, huh? I should market that.”
“No, no. Don’t. I don’t want other people smelling like my super sexy, all mine, hands off, Callie Torres girlfriend.” Arizona said against Callie’s ear, nipping at the lobe some.
“Careful up there, Robbins. I don’t want to drop you. You can’t nibble my ears like that and not expect me to drop you.” Callie warned, playfully hoisting Arizona up again so she settled nicely on her back.
“Aw, but it’s just so tempting.” Arizona said, and Callie could almost hear her pouting.
Callie chuckled, shaking her head very softly, and unlocking the door to her apartment building. Since she usually climbed the quick five flights to her apartment, she decided she couldn’t with a very comfortable girlfriend wrapped around her back. Arizona pushed the button for the elevator with her sock-clad big toe, grinning at Callie in their reflection against the doors.
When they finally got to the apartment, Callie keyed into the door and gently deposited Arizona on the sofa, smiling at the woman who looked pensive for a moment while removing her wet socks and tossing them, with her shoes, behind the sofa.
“I’m sorry date night was not much of a success,” Arizona said, sighing softly as she flopped back onto the cushions, rolling onto her right side to face outward.
Callie shrugged out of her jacket, hanging it on the back of the door as she shook her head. After sitting down on the floor in front of Arizona, she put a hand on Arizona’s shoulder, thumb rubbing against it softly. “It was… interesting. And your friends seem…sweet…” Callie forced.
“Lindsey is tough to please. She and I have been friends for years, and she is just looking out for me. We fight like sisters. I know she can be a little hard to handle, but…”
“I know, Arizona. I just, it’s hard. You know? I have slept with men. I was even married to a man. I liked having sex with men. But I love you. I love you so much, and I feel like I’m not going to be good enough for them…” Callie said, brown eyes starting to well with tears. Finally, those glasses of wine were catching up with her.
At this, Arizona sat up and put a hand on either side of Callie’s face. “Shh, Calliope. I love you, okay? And that’s all that matters. Not my friends, or their small mindedness.” Her face cracked into one of those heart-stopping smiles and Callie nodded, wrapping her arms around Arizona’s waist, head resting on her chest. She was soothed by the hands in her hair, and the lips pressed against her forehead.
“But what about all those stupid star comments?” Callie grumbled, sniffling some against her girlfriend’s cleavage.
“They mean nothing. Not a damn thing.” Arizona said gently, peppering kisses against Callie’s hairline. “No metaphor in the world could make me think less of you. You are the woman I love, and the woman I want.”
Callie sighed, feeling foolish for crying tipsy tears into Arizona’s chest. She leaned up and kissed her, finding the comforting groove of Arizona’s bottom lip, thankful for the softness and the familiarity. Arizona deepened the kiss, tugging Callie upward by her t-shirt clad shoulders, and wrapping her arms around her denim clad backside. Callie hit the couch with a gentle landing, knees on either side of her girlfriend, effectively straddling her.
Arizona pulled away, grinning deviously. Blue eyes glimmered while fingertips started lifting Callie’s shirt off of her torso, lips climbing up her neck, teeth nipping boldly. “But, if I had to say…” She mumbled, getting the fabric up and over those onyx tresses.
Callie smiled widely at her, tugging up on that grey sweater until it came up and over the tousled locks of the woman underneath her. “If you had to say…” Callie asked, lips pressing against the front of Arizona’s throat.
“You are so much better than a gold star.” Arizona said through a long exhale of breath.
“Yeah…?” Asked Callie, nibbling at Arizona’s bottom lip, moving to her ear to bite and suckle.
“Mmnnyep.” She said, breathlessly. “You’re a platinum star. Better than all the other stars in the whole world. Shiny…oohh… Shiniest of all the stars in the land. And I-mmm…yeah, right there… and I think that platinum looks better than… um gold… on you, anyway…” Arizona said before succumbing to the moan accompanying the love bite Callie left on her collar bone.
Enjoying the woman’s distracted rambles, Callie popped open the button of those expensive blue jeans, hand bypassing underwear, heading straight for the prize. Her own breath stopped in her throat as she listened to Arizona’s throaty groan of pleasure, and the way her head tipped back against the back of the couch.
“Arizona…” Callie said against her ear as her fingertips rubbed in tight circles.
“Mmm..” Arizona replied, hanging onto Callie’s shoulders.
“The only stars I want to hear about are the ones I’m about to make you see behind your eyes,” Callie said in that liquid satin way her words fell out of her mouth, feeling Arizona’s hands on the fly of her jeans, tugging and opening and pulling at them, hand slipping inside of Callie’s underwear, mimicking the actions of her girlfriend down to the stop and go of her fingers.
The pair eventually rolled onto the floor, squirming around to desperately remove the two pairs of blue jeans separating them from what they wanted. Callie tugged Arizona’s down, along with her panties, flinging both behind her carelessly. Arizona took a few extra moments, distracted by the hand in between her legs, but finally freeing Callie of those pesky jeans and equally as pesky underwear.
“Don’t wear underwear, ever. It’s stupid.” Arizona panted, riding swiftly against Callie’s hand, that had since added two fingers and was utilizing the thumb to take over for her fingers’ previous works.
“Deal,” Callie huffed distractedly, feeling the telltale shake of her thighs when Arizona did that little swirling thing with her fingers when she was inside of her, coupled by the commanding force of those thrusts.
Arizona felt it first, that hurricane that occurred inside of her just as she was about to release. Her back stiffened and arched forward, pushing herself into her girlfriend, who was not very far behind her, lips against her ear, writhing half-nakedly on Callie’s area rug. Those fingers needed to be insured. Forever. So that they could always do this. She bucked upward one last time before she released, showering Callie’s ears with praises only fit for moments like this, strewn in with curse words and labored exclamations of “Calliope…” and “oh, God…”
Hearing her name tumble from those lips was usually enough, but Callie had the added bonus of her love’s fingers only missing one little beat, before picking up again, determined to make the golden skinned goddess feel just as good as she just did. Callie was flat on her back, Arizona hovering beside her, lips never leaving the other pair as she worked her fingers internally and externally in perfect harmony. Not being able to take any more, Callie’s body threw her into a sudden release, short and powerful, rendering her completely speechless for a moment. When she was able to speak again, she had to fight with the rapid rise and fall of her chest.
“A quickie, huh?” Callie eyed the blonde, after she regained her breath.
“Well, we’ve never done that on date night, either.” Arizona said, head resting on her chest. “But I do think we should quickly make it to your bedroom before Hunt or Cristina come through that door and realize my underwear is on the coffee table…”
With widening eyes, Callie snatched up the bright pink number as well as her own lacy black pair and both sets of jeans. She held her hand out for Arizona, and the two of them scampered back to Callie’s bedroom, happy to break the occasional date night tradition of somehow getting caught in the act by her roommate or roommate’s boyfriend.
Once both settled into bed, and curled up around each other, Callie flicked on the television, noting the muted episode of I Love Lucy on TV Land while Arizona wrapped around her like a cover hogging octopus, snoring.
Suddenly, shades of stars no longer mattered.
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A/N III: Thank you so much, again! I really, really appreciate it!