Brave New World (Part Two - Callie)
Part One (Bailey) - http://thecon12.livejournal.com/4729.html
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The day me and Cristina move into our new apartment I’m happy and excited; this apartment will be a fresh start for us both; It’ll be completely new; no memories or tricky history other that what we’ll create.
Cristina had asked Meredith to help her move all of her crap and well I might have been living out of a few boxes scattered around our old apartment’s living room but I had plenty more from where they came from and asking Erica to help me seemed perfect; she had the day off too and that didn’t happen too often, so sharing time together outside of the hospital whether it included moving homes is precious.
Meredith and Cristina are shooting me looks and I know they’re unimpressed with Erica’s presence. I give them a look of my own that warns them not to say anything and when they huddle together and whisper I know they’re talking about my choice in friends…god knows what they’d say if they knew.
“Not bad right?” I ask Erica as we head from my bedroom and out into the kitchen/living room.
“It’s great,” I feel her hand press against my back; her fingertips running lightly down it as she slides her hand; it startles me how such a simple touch makes me feel her everywhere; my skin tingles and I roll my neck and pull away from her slightly, hoping she doesn’t feel the shiver my body gives out as response to her touch. I keep my focus on one of boxes and slowly start unpacking the things; grateful that she’s doing the same and not calling me out on whatever just happened, “Do you want to go on a date with me?”
Her voice reaches my ears and I turn to face her; she looks a mix of nervous, shy and confident all at once and I can’t help but repeat it to her in case I heard her wrong, “Like a date date?”
“Yeah you know, a restaurant, candle light, a bottle of wine…at the end of the night I try to take your clothes off,” she’s giving me the smile I know she only uses around me and normally it would comfort me to no end; but the twinkle in her blue eyes and her suggestive comment is making my heart beat a little faster; this is the second time Erica Hahn has spoken words meaning ‘naked’ and ‘me’ in the same sentence and the nervous flutter in my stomach always lingers long after the moment has passed.
“Oh okay,” I let out a nervous laugh as my brain stumbles over her words; pulling myself together I manage a smile, “That would be a date,” I’m pretty sure the date will be great; she’s amazing but thinking about me, her and sex seems to be my minds favourite new thought and I know I’m going to freak out and mess this up if I don’t do something or talk to someone soon.
The next day at work to make my freak-out worse Erica casually mentions that she’s already chosen an outfit…now I don’t know about most woman but when I plan out an outfit in advance it’s normally because I want to look sexy as hell and if I want to look sexy as hell on a date it’s normally because I’m more excited to get to the part that comes after the actual date…My brain is permanently stuck on flashing images of me, Erica and a very sweaty naked activity that should be amazing but in my mind always ends up awfully bad…
I’m a blabber mouth and I know it…and Bailey is well; the central hub of Seattle Grace; she knows all without giving away that she does and she never adds her own drama to the pile. So when she starts chattering on about something to do with her residents and specialties I can’t help but spill all my deepest, darkest fears with her…and lets face it; the woman has no idea about me and Erica and so when she stares at me blankly but with a mixture of shock and curiosity in her eyes I know that I’ve overstepped some invisible boundary; mentally smacking myself I hurry away and pray that she doesn’t bring it up ever…but she’s Bailey so I’m pretty sure she won’t.
When Bailey appears in the scrub room later that afternoon I can’t help but wander what she wants; one look in her eyes lets me know she’s going to bring up what I said to her earlier and I hold my breath as I wait…yep I was right she brings up sex and then using metaphors that I think I understand but may have to go over a few times to make sure she gives me advice; actual advice about sex…now coming from anyone else I wouldn’t think anything of it but hearing those words from Bailey I feel like I’ve been given answers not advice…I know talking to Erica is the best thing to do, after all we’re friends and sharing stuff with her used to be easy enough…it’s just that sharing thoughts about fears of sex with someone is harder to get across when that person is your best friend as well.
I exhale deeply as I walk to the table; thankful that I took a cab here; my nerves are completely shot as what I’m about to do starts to take its toll; settling into my seat I decide to go with Bailey’s advice and talk to Erica about what I’m feeling, but if I’m going to do this it needs to be now, “We need to have rules...”
“What-” I can tell she’s baffled but I can’t stop; it needs to come out now or I’ll never work up the courage to say it to her.
“Rules...We...we need rules...about how we're going to deal with the motherland...because it's undiscovered country and...Maybe, maybe it'll be the best vacation either of us has ever had but...it's mysterious...and dark...and there should be rules...” I reach forward and grab my glass of water; my mouth feels like a desert; but before I can take a sip I hear Bailey’s voice bounce around my head, “Ooo and an embassy...and a safe word,” yeah that was good; I said it…now it’s out there in the open and I can take a minute, have a sip of water and-
“I'm sorry, what the hell are you talking about?” Dammit! I thought she would get this…I mean she’s a cardio surgeon for crying out loud…her blue eyes are flickering with confusion and I know I’m going to have to spell it out for her even more clearly.
“Below the...” I catch sight of a man walking past our table and drop my voice leaning across the table closer to her, “Below the Mason-Dixon Line...of your pants...” okay now she’s looking at me like I’m crazy; great job Torres…now she thinks you’re not only an insecure mess but a crazed mess too. I sigh and lower my hands; my defence weakening, “I'm not sure I'm ready to go there...” I feel like I should say more but my mind’s chosen this exact moment to go blank…thanks for nothing!
Erica’s eyes widen as she finally gets what I’m talking about and she shakes her head; a small smile creeping onto her face at the absurdity of our conversation, “Me neither...I...erm...” she glances down at the table and I know she’s searching her own brain for the right words to discuss this without really saying it, “There's lots of undiscovered territory above the belt...erm...we can take it slow...maybe...just...first base?”
Two things happen to me in that moment; one I feel relief rushing through my body and two I can’t help but think how adorable Erica is as she stumbles over letting me know that she wants to kiss me again, “Okay...woo...okay; thank you...sorry,” I flash her a smile and let out an amused sigh as I watch her sip at her wine; her eyes glimmering playfully.
“Finish my wine...” she offers it to me and I don’t hesitate to except it; after what I just did I need a drink, “I'm going to look at the menu for a minute while your blood pressure drops back down to normal.”
I down the rest of my wine and look up to see her focused on the menu. Is it possible that I’ve been on my first date with Erica Hahn for ten minutes now and it isn’t until this moment that I look at her and notice just how beautiful she looks; her hairs done in those perfect soft curls; and the black dress she has on has a gorgeous neckline. Not only does she look gorgeous but she didn’t freak out; she didn’t do a George and stutter at me; she simply took a breath thought about what I said and used her amazingness to calm me down…she’s so patient with me, with this thing between us; there’s no pressure…it’s just me and her and how we decide to move forward together; for the first time in my life I’m working side by side with someone in a relationship and they’re pulling their fair share of the weight, “Erica...” her eyes immediately find mine and she waits for me to pull myself together; my eyes dropping to the table for just a second before I let her know exactly how I feel and what I want, “Maybe second base too.”
She smiles at me and I can’t help but smile back; we might be awkward and we might have no idea what we’re doing but at least we’re trying something new; we’re brave enough to talk about it and work together in this world of uncertainty.
The rest of our date passes like a dream; we settle into our comfortable zone of endless talking and laughing; the only way I know this is different from the other times we’ve had dinner together is the way her eyes hold mine for longer than normal; she’s looking at me like I’m all she can see and it makes my stomach flutter; I hope she knows she’s all I can see to.
When we leave the restaurant Erica pays the bill; silencing me with a smile and an eyebrow raise; daring me to start an argument about money; when I shake my head and shoot her a smile; the words, “I’m paying next time,” tumbling from my lips I know our date was a success and worth that awkward moment at the start.
As we exit the building Erica pulls on her jacket and then takes mine from my arms and holds it out for me to slip my arms into; I grin at her like an idiot once I’m wrapped up in its warmness and we walk together in silence as we head to her car; enjoying the simplicity of just simply being together. The back of our hands brush a handful of times as we walk but I think I must be exhausted from the bravery I’ve already used tonight because no matter how much I will myself to take her hand in mine I can’t.
After a few more minutes I feel something linking around my pinky finger; I glance down and smile to myself as I see Erica’s own little finger linked around my own. Glancing up at her I can see a smile tugging at her lips but her eyes stay straight ahead; my guess is she’s nervous I’ll pull away at our own publicly open version of hand holding…screw it; if we’re going to hold hands we’re damn well going to do it properly; I use my little finger to tighten my grip around hers and tug at her hand; sliding my fingers between hers; entwining them. I chance a look at her and when I do she’s looking down at our linked hands; her eyes coming up to meet mine; a goofy smile on her face…yep I was right she’s adorable.
When we get to her car she opens the door for me and I shake my head and smile at her; she’s being the perfect date and every simple gesture she does makes me giddier than a school girl going to see their favourite boy band in concert. We drive in silence all the way back to my apartment; sneaking not so secret glances at each other and I don’t even mind that she knows that I’m looking at her.
When we get to my apartment she pulls her car into a space and insists on walking me to my door; I tell her she doesn’t have to but I’m glad when she doesn’t give in and walks me anyway. We stop when we reach my door and she gives me a timid smile, “Thank you, for coming tonight…I had a really good time.”
I smile shyly back and fidget with my keys, “Me too; thank you for asking me.”
“You’re welcome, maybe we could do it again…soon?” she’s biting her lip and I know she’s anxious; she rarely bites her lip at work because she knows what she’s doing but right here, now, in this moment she’s just as scared as me.
I flash her a big smile and nod my head; our eyes holding, “Yeah I’d like that.”
She smiles back at me for a second until the doors to the elevator ping open and a man steps out and heads into his apartment…whatever moment we were just in has suddenly been whipped away and Erica looks lost and flustered, “I guess I should get going…it’s late.”
I swallow the lump in my throat and fight the urge to pull her into my arms, “Okay…”
I notice her blue eyes dropping down from my eyes and lingering on my mouth for a second before she looks back at me; clearing her own throat. She rocks back on her heels a couple of times and I hold my breath waiting for her to lean in and kiss me… “Goodnight Cal,” her heel rocking leads her away from me instead as she takes a couple of steps towards the elevator.
“Erica?”
“Yeah?” She turns back around to face me so quickly that I worry she might have given herself whiplash.
Her eyes are on mine and she’s waiting for me to speak again, I think about saying nothing but when I see her biting her lip again I know what I need to say; giving her a smile I let the words out, “Aren’t you going to kiss me goodnight?”
Erica lets out an amused sigh and smiles shyly; stepping back towards me and taking the hand I hold out to her, “I wasn’t sure if you’d want to…I mean I think I freaked you out by saying you know that I wanted to see you-”
“Erica…I want to,” I reassure her quickly; and tug her hand pulling her closer until she’s standing in front of me.
She gives me a warm smile as our eyes meet and the only thing I’m aware of is the calm sound of our breathing; the smell of her perfume and the feeling of my heart pounding against my chest. This time it’s different to the kiss in the elevator and it’s different to the kiss I planted on her outside the hospital…this time we both lean in; our noses sliding against each other as Erica brushes her bottom lip lightly against mine getting me to tilt my head up slightly and then she brings our mouths together properly; our lips sliding together delicately as we kiss slowly.
Kissing Erica is so different to what I’m used to; her lips are so soft and the feel of them pressing against my own makes me sigh in contentment; I’ve been waiting to kiss her again since that night and it was worth every damn second. I let my hand move out from Erica’s and up to her shoulder; resting it there briefly before trailing my fingertips up the soft skin of her neck. I feel Erica’s arms move to grip my waist pulling us closer together.
The feel of her body pressed against mine; the heat I feel radiating from her is enough to freeze out any worries I might have about us or sex…I trail my tongue along Erica’s lush bottom lip; tasting her berry lip-gloss and getting her to open her mouth; her fingers gripping at my waist tighter. When our tongues touch and come together she lets out a low murmuring against my mouth and I can’t help but let my hand tangle into her silky blonde locks; my free hand moving to grasp her hip.
I shiver as I feel her fingertips running up my sides; tracing over the exposed skin at the top of my back before sliding back down and using her nails to trace patterns against the small of my back; making me moan into her mouth. Our hands roam everywhere and I realise that going second base with Erica Hahn tonight was definitely the right choice…pulling away breathlessly, she rests her forehead against mine. When I open my eyes; her beautiful blues are staring back at me and we can’t help smiling shyly. Erica slowly slips out from my arms and smiles at me in this way that makes me melt; out hands lace together and she takes a few steps backwards; our hands letting go when neither of us can reach anymore.
“Night Cal.”
I tilt my head to the side and smile at her; knowing I must look goofy and lovesick…But to be honest I couldn’t care less in this moment, “Night.”
I watch her walk to the elevator and it opens instantly when she pushes the button; she walks inside; turning to face me and as the doors begin to close I call out her name, “Erica!”
She’s got good reflexes because she moves an arm between the doors to stop them shutting and I see her eyes widen in worry as I hurry towards her. She opens her mouth to speak but I quiet her by cupping her face in my hands and pulling her lips against my own kissing her passionately; letting her know that I’m okay with this, with us.
When we pull apart our eyes meet and I smile at her coyly, “You didn’t freak me out…If anything tonight made things clearer,” her whole face lights up at my words and she gives me the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen; stepping back I smile again, “I can’t wait to go on our second date Erica,” I manage to catch her sexy smirk as she disappears behind the closing doors…
Tonight I went on my first date with Erica Hahn and it was something new; I was brave enough to tell her how I was feeling and I got to experience something that had previously be unknown to me in the world…but it was pretty damn amazing and I know I can look back on tonight without regret and think ‘Callie Torres; welcome to a brave new world.’
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The day me and Cristina move into our new apartment I’m happy and excited; this apartment will be a fresh start for us both; It’ll be completely new; no memories or tricky history other that what we’ll create.
Cristina had asked Meredith to help her move all of her crap and well I might have been living out of a few boxes scattered around our old apartment’s living room but I had plenty more from where they came from and asking Erica to help me seemed perfect; she had the day off too and that didn’t happen too often, so sharing time together outside of the hospital whether it included moving homes is precious.
Meredith and Cristina are shooting me looks and I know they’re unimpressed with Erica’s presence. I give them a look of my own that warns them not to say anything and when they huddle together and whisper I know they’re talking about my choice in friends…god knows what they’d say if they knew.
“Not bad right?” I ask Erica as we head from my bedroom and out into the kitchen/living room.
“It’s great,” I feel her hand press against my back; her fingertips running lightly down it as she slides her hand; it startles me how such a simple touch makes me feel her everywhere; my skin tingles and I roll my neck and pull away from her slightly, hoping she doesn’t feel the shiver my body gives out as response to her touch. I keep my focus on one of boxes and slowly start unpacking the things; grateful that she’s doing the same and not calling me out on whatever just happened, “Do you want to go on a date with me?”
Her voice reaches my ears and I turn to face her; she looks a mix of nervous, shy and confident all at once and I can’t help but repeat it to her in case I heard her wrong, “Like a date date?”
“Yeah you know, a restaurant, candle light, a bottle of wine…at the end of the night I try to take your clothes off,” she’s giving me the smile I know she only uses around me and normally it would comfort me to no end; but the twinkle in her blue eyes and her suggestive comment is making my heart beat a little faster; this is the second time Erica Hahn has spoken words meaning ‘naked’ and ‘me’ in the same sentence and the nervous flutter in my stomach always lingers long after the moment has passed.
“Oh okay,” I let out a nervous laugh as my brain stumbles over her words; pulling myself together I manage a smile, “That would be a date,” I’m pretty sure the date will be great; she’s amazing but thinking about me, her and sex seems to be my minds favourite new thought and I know I’m going to freak out and mess this up if I don’t do something or talk to someone soon.
The next day at work to make my freak-out worse Erica casually mentions that she’s already chosen an outfit…now I don’t know about most woman but when I plan out an outfit in advance it’s normally because I want to look sexy as hell and if I want to look sexy as hell on a date it’s normally because I’m more excited to get to the part that comes after the actual date…My brain is permanently stuck on flashing images of me, Erica and a very sweaty naked activity that should be amazing but in my mind always ends up awfully bad…
I’m a blabber mouth and I know it…and Bailey is well; the central hub of Seattle Grace; she knows all without giving away that she does and she never adds her own drama to the pile. So when she starts chattering on about something to do with her residents and specialties I can’t help but spill all my deepest, darkest fears with her…and lets face it; the woman has no idea about me and Erica and so when she stares at me blankly but with a mixture of shock and curiosity in her eyes I know that I’ve overstepped some invisible boundary; mentally smacking myself I hurry away and pray that she doesn’t bring it up ever…but she’s Bailey so I’m pretty sure she won’t.
When Bailey appears in the scrub room later that afternoon I can’t help but wander what she wants; one look in her eyes lets me know she’s going to bring up what I said to her earlier and I hold my breath as I wait…yep I was right she brings up sex and then using metaphors that I think I understand but may have to go over a few times to make sure she gives me advice; actual advice about sex…now coming from anyone else I wouldn’t think anything of it but hearing those words from Bailey I feel like I’ve been given answers not advice…I know talking to Erica is the best thing to do, after all we’re friends and sharing stuff with her used to be easy enough…it’s just that sharing thoughts about fears of sex with someone is harder to get across when that person is your best friend as well.
I exhale deeply as I walk to the table; thankful that I took a cab here; my nerves are completely shot as what I’m about to do starts to take its toll; settling into my seat I decide to go with Bailey’s advice and talk to Erica about what I’m feeling, but if I’m going to do this it needs to be now, “We need to have rules...”
“What-” I can tell she’s baffled but I can’t stop; it needs to come out now or I’ll never work up the courage to say it to her.
“Rules...We...we need rules...about how we're going to deal with the motherland...because it's undiscovered country and...Maybe, maybe it'll be the best vacation either of us has ever had but...it's mysterious...and dark...and there should be rules...” I reach forward and grab my glass of water; my mouth feels like a desert; but before I can take a sip I hear Bailey’s voice bounce around my head, “Ooo and an embassy...and a safe word,” yeah that was good; I said it…now it’s out there in the open and I can take a minute, have a sip of water and-
“I'm sorry, what the hell are you talking about?” Dammit! I thought she would get this…I mean she’s a cardio surgeon for crying out loud…her blue eyes are flickering with confusion and I know I’m going to have to spell it out for her even more clearly.
“Below the...” I catch sight of a man walking past our table and drop my voice leaning across the table closer to her, “Below the Mason-Dixon Line...of your pants...” okay now she’s looking at me like I’m crazy; great job Torres…now she thinks you’re not only an insecure mess but a crazed mess too. I sigh and lower my hands; my defence weakening, “I'm not sure I'm ready to go there...” I feel like I should say more but my mind’s chosen this exact moment to go blank…thanks for nothing!
Erica’s eyes widen as she finally gets what I’m talking about and she shakes her head; a small smile creeping onto her face at the absurdity of our conversation, “Me neither...I...erm...” she glances down at the table and I know she’s searching her own brain for the right words to discuss this without really saying it, “There's lots of undiscovered territory above the belt...erm...we can take it slow...maybe...just...first base?”
Two things happen to me in that moment; one I feel relief rushing through my body and two I can’t help but think how adorable Erica is as she stumbles over letting me know that she wants to kiss me again, “Okay...woo...okay; thank you...sorry,” I flash her a smile and let out an amused sigh as I watch her sip at her wine; her eyes glimmering playfully.
“Finish my wine...” she offers it to me and I don’t hesitate to except it; after what I just did I need a drink, “I'm going to look at the menu for a minute while your blood pressure drops back down to normal.”
I down the rest of my wine and look up to see her focused on the menu. Is it possible that I’ve been on my first date with Erica Hahn for ten minutes now and it isn’t until this moment that I look at her and notice just how beautiful she looks; her hairs done in those perfect soft curls; and the black dress she has on has a gorgeous neckline. Not only does she look gorgeous but she didn’t freak out; she didn’t do a George and stutter at me; she simply took a breath thought about what I said and used her amazingness to calm me down…she’s so patient with me, with this thing between us; there’s no pressure…it’s just me and her and how we decide to move forward together; for the first time in my life I’m working side by side with someone in a relationship and they’re pulling their fair share of the weight, “Erica...” her eyes immediately find mine and she waits for me to pull myself together; my eyes dropping to the table for just a second before I let her know exactly how I feel and what I want, “Maybe second base too.”
She smiles at me and I can’t help but smile back; we might be awkward and we might have no idea what we’re doing but at least we’re trying something new; we’re brave enough to talk about it and work together in this world of uncertainty.
The rest of our date passes like a dream; we settle into our comfortable zone of endless talking and laughing; the only way I know this is different from the other times we’ve had dinner together is the way her eyes hold mine for longer than normal; she’s looking at me like I’m all she can see and it makes my stomach flutter; I hope she knows she’s all I can see to.
When we leave the restaurant Erica pays the bill; silencing me with a smile and an eyebrow raise; daring me to start an argument about money; when I shake my head and shoot her a smile; the words, “I’m paying next time,” tumbling from my lips I know our date was a success and worth that awkward moment at the start.
As we exit the building Erica pulls on her jacket and then takes mine from my arms and holds it out for me to slip my arms into; I grin at her like an idiot once I’m wrapped up in its warmness and we walk together in silence as we head to her car; enjoying the simplicity of just simply being together. The back of our hands brush a handful of times as we walk but I think I must be exhausted from the bravery I’ve already used tonight because no matter how much I will myself to take her hand in mine I can’t.
After a few more minutes I feel something linking around my pinky finger; I glance down and smile to myself as I see Erica’s own little finger linked around my own. Glancing up at her I can see a smile tugging at her lips but her eyes stay straight ahead; my guess is she’s nervous I’ll pull away at our own publicly open version of hand holding…screw it; if we’re going to hold hands we’re damn well going to do it properly; I use my little finger to tighten my grip around hers and tug at her hand; sliding my fingers between hers; entwining them. I chance a look at her and when I do she’s looking down at our linked hands; her eyes coming up to meet mine; a goofy smile on her face…yep I was right she’s adorable.
When we get to her car she opens the door for me and I shake my head and smile at her; she’s being the perfect date and every simple gesture she does makes me giddier than a school girl going to see their favourite boy band in concert. We drive in silence all the way back to my apartment; sneaking not so secret glances at each other and I don’t even mind that she knows that I’m looking at her.
When we get to my apartment she pulls her car into a space and insists on walking me to my door; I tell her she doesn’t have to but I’m glad when she doesn’t give in and walks me anyway. We stop when we reach my door and she gives me a timid smile, “Thank you, for coming tonight…I had a really good time.”
I smile shyly back and fidget with my keys, “Me too; thank you for asking me.”
“You’re welcome, maybe we could do it again…soon?” she’s biting her lip and I know she’s anxious; she rarely bites her lip at work because she knows what she’s doing but right here, now, in this moment she’s just as scared as me.
I flash her a big smile and nod my head; our eyes holding, “Yeah I’d like that.”
She smiles back at me for a second until the doors to the elevator ping open and a man steps out and heads into his apartment…whatever moment we were just in has suddenly been whipped away and Erica looks lost and flustered, “I guess I should get going…it’s late.”
I swallow the lump in my throat and fight the urge to pull her into my arms, “Okay…”
I notice her blue eyes dropping down from my eyes and lingering on my mouth for a second before she looks back at me; clearing her own throat. She rocks back on her heels a couple of times and I hold my breath waiting for her to lean in and kiss me… “Goodnight Cal,” her heel rocking leads her away from me instead as she takes a couple of steps towards the elevator.
“Erica?”
“Yeah?” She turns back around to face me so quickly that I worry she might have given herself whiplash.
Her eyes are on mine and she’s waiting for me to speak again, I think about saying nothing but when I see her biting her lip again I know what I need to say; giving her a smile I let the words out, “Aren’t you going to kiss me goodnight?”
Erica lets out an amused sigh and smiles shyly; stepping back towards me and taking the hand I hold out to her, “I wasn’t sure if you’d want to…I mean I think I freaked you out by saying you know that I wanted to see you-”
“Erica…I want to,” I reassure her quickly; and tug her hand pulling her closer until she’s standing in front of me.
She gives me a warm smile as our eyes meet and the only thing I’m aware of is the calm sound of our breathing; the smell of her perfume and the feeling of my heart pounding against my chest. This time it’s different to the kiss in the elevator and it’s different to the kiss I planted on her outside the hospital…this time we both lean in; our noses sliding against each other as Erica brushes her bottom lip lightly against mine getting me to tilt my head up slightly and then she brings our mouths together properly; our lips sliding together delicately as we kiss slowly.
Kissing Erica is so different to what I’m used to; her lips are so soft and the feel of them pressing against my own makes me sigh in contentment; I’ve been waiting to kiss her again since that night and it was worth every damn second. I let my hand move out from Erica’s and up to her shoulder; resting it there briefly before trailing my fingertips up the soft skin of her neck. I feel Erica’s arms move to grip my waist pulling us closer together.
The feel of her body pressed against mine; the heat I feel radiating from her is enough to freeze out any worries I might have about us or sex…I trail my tongue along Erica’s lush bottom lip; tasting her berry lip-gloss and getting her to open her mouth; her fingers gripping at my waist tighter. When our tongues touch and come together she lets out a low murmuring against my mouth and I can’t help but let my hand tangle into her silky blonde locks; my free hand moving to grasp her hip.
I shiver as I feel her fingertips running up my sides; tracing over the exposed skin at the top of my back before sliding back down and using her nails to trace patterns against the small of my back; making me moan into her mouth. Our hands roam everywhere and I realise that going second base with Erica Hahn tonight was definitely the right choice…pulling away breathlessly, she rests her forehead against mine. When I open my eyes; her beautiful blues are staring back at me and we can’t help smiling shyly. Erica slowly slips out from my arms and smiles at me in this way that makes me melt; out hands lace together and she takes a few steps backwards; our hands letting go when neither of us can reach anymore.
“Night Cal.”
I tilt my head to the side and smile at her; knowing I must look goofy and lovesick…But to be honest I couldn’t care less in this moment, “Night.”
I watch her walk to the elevator and it opens instantly when she pushes the button; she walks inside; turning to face me and as the doors begin to close I call out her name, “Erica!”
She’s got good reflexes because she moves an arm between the doors to stop them shutting and I see her eyes widen in worry as I hurry towards her. She opens her mouth to speak but I quiet her by cupping her face in my hands and pulling her lips against my own kissing her passionately; letting her know that I’m okay with this, with us.
When we pull apart our eyes meet and I smile at her coyly, “You didn’t freak me out…If anything tonight made things clearer,” her whole face lights up at my words and she gives me the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen; stepping back I smile again, “I can’t wait to go on our second date Erica,” I manage to catch her sexy smirk as she disappears behind the closing doors…
Tonight I went on my first date with Erica Hahn and it was something new; I was brave enough to tell her how I was feeling and I got to experience something that had previously be unknown to me in the world…but it was pretty damn amazing and I know I can look back on tonight without regret and think ‘Callie Torres; welcome to a brave new world.’