Stupid Little Plant | PG13 | Grey's Anatomy
Title: Stupid Little Plant
Prompt: mistletoe
Challenge: 100 Fic Challenge (#10)
Fandom: Addison/Callie/Arizona, Grey's Anatomy
Requested by: iampecola
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 1104
Disclaimer: Not mine. Wish they were. Please don't sue.
Author's Note: I am literally taking these prompts as the ideas come to me. This had been rattling away in my brain for a while, and it actually turned out a little different than I imagined it would. I hope it's not too obvious that I don't like Arizona. Shh…don't tell anyone! Please let me know what you think! Enjoy!
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Callie and Arizona waved at their final guest as he left the apartment and slumped against each other once the door had closed behind him. Arizona rested her head against Callie's shoulder and let out an exhausted sigh.
"What a party!" the blonde exclaimed, curling her arm around Callie's waist as they headed back towards the couch.
"I know, right? It was fun though, wasn't it?"
"Something like that," Addison chimed in, coming out of the kitchen with a beer in her hand. She looked miserable.
"You didn't have fun?" Arizona asked. She frowned. She sat down on the couch and twisted her body, curling her legs beneath her.
"Sure I did," Addison said, sitting between her friends. She took a sip of her beer and sighed. "When you weren't trying to herd me beneath the mistletoe with miscellaneous men, that is."
Callie smiled wryly. "Was it that obvious?"
"Glaringly." Addison rolled her eyes. "When I said I was desperate for company during the holidays, I did not mean of the male persuasion."
"I know plenty of women…" Arizona began.
"Not what I meant. I wanted to be around friends." Addison's frown deepened, her voice taking on a hardened edge.
"And so you are!" Callie grinned, throwing her arm around Addison's shoulders. She gave a squeeze. "But what's wrong with a little making out?"
Addison laughed. "Not a damn thing, but do you recall who you tried to set me up with?"
"Jackson…" Arizona began.
"A boy," Addison sneered. She swigged her beer. "A moody, sulky one. Been there, done that. I had sex with Alex Karev, remember?"
"True…and then there was Harris from Psych…" Callie added.
"Who I'm pretty sure is gay," Addison replied. She leaned forward and set her beer on the coffee table. "You also managed to corner me with Mark Sloan of all people. I'm sure Little Grey would have had my head for that."
"Ha! Yea she would!" Callie laughed, nodding knowingly. "Oh. Right. Perhaps that was a bad idea."
"I appreciate what you guys tried to do for me. I really do." Addison slumped a little against the cushion. "But did you have to make it even more obvious for me that I'm single?"
Arizona frowned and leaned her head affectionately against Addison's shoulder. "We won't meddle again. We just…."
"We wanted you to get laid," Callie admitted. "Or at least felt up a little bit."
"Merry Christmas to me?" Addison asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Exactly!" Callie replied. She grinned and brushed a lock of the redhead's hair off of her forehead, making her shiver.
"Hey…" Arizona said, her eyes scanning the apartment. "Where did the mistletoe go?"
Addison's cheeks flushed. "Once I caught on to your attempts, I sort of…." She leaned over Callie's lap and reached behind the small throw pillow, extracting a handful of mistletoe sprigs. "Sorry."
Arizona laughed and pulled at the bundle, delicately fingering one of the gold ribbons. "It took me forever to tie each of these perfect little bows!"
"You set your own trap with that one," Addison conceded. "It had become the enemy."
"The idea is the enemy, not the mistletoe itself. Look at how pretty it is," the blonde said, holding out one little branch. She twirled it in her fingers. "It's magical."
Addison scoffed. "It is not magical. It's a plant. It's an excuse people give themselves to kiss people they shouldn't."
"Not necessarily," Arizona countered. "It's a sweet tradition. It's for lovers. It reminds you to appreciate who you're with or pushes you to go for it with someone you like that maybe you were too scared to pursue before…what's so bad about that?"
"I just don't buy it. If I want to kiss someone, I don't need some stupid little plant to make me do it."
"I don't either," Arizona said, squaring her shoulders. "That doesn't mean I don't enjoy the opportunity when it's presented to me."
Addison rolled her eyes and reached for some of the mistletoe, raising it above her head and shaking it. She laughed derisively. "This isn't an opportunity. It's just me with a plant over my head."
Arizona exchanged a glance with Callie before she leaned in and placed a quick peck on Addison's lips. She grinned. "See? It's fun. There's no harm in a little kiss."
Addison blinked, slightly confused. As she prepared to lower her arm, Callie leaned forward and pressed her lips to Addison's. Addison dropped the mistletoe and shot up. She hit the coffee table with her knee, knocking over her beer. She quickly set it upright and placed a crumpled napkin over the spilled liquid.
"I think I should go," she said, licking her tingling, wet lips.
"Ads, what's wrong?" Callie asked. "We're just having fun."
"It's not fun for me," Addison spat back, staring between the two of them. "It's not some little game for me to kiss people. Kisses mean something…." Her eyes lingered on Callie's confused expression and something tightened painfully in her chest. "I have to go." She grabbed her leather jacket and headed for the door, slamming it behind her.
"That was weird," Callie stated, leaning back against the couch. She reached for the mistletoe that Addison had cast aside and picked at one of the leaves.
"Yea…" Arizona chewed her cheek and tilted her head to the side. "Very weird."
"I think we may have pushed her into something she really wasn't into."
"Yea…" Arizona repeated, furrowing her brow in thought. She reached for Callie's hand, squeezing it. She relaxed slightly to feel Callie squeeze it back.
"Maybe she's right…maybe it is just another stupid plant."
"Maybe it is," Arizona agreed, suddenly hating it for its magic. She hated it for bringing to light the things she knew existed whether Addison or Callie were aware of them or not. She gathered the mistletoe in her hands. "I'm going to throw this out," she announced, lowering the bundle to allow Callie to place the last sprig on top. "Then we can go to bed?"
"Shouldn't we clean up a bit more?"
Arizona shrugged and headed into the kitchen, stepping on the pedal of the trash can. The metal top lifted, exposing the plastic bag within. She stared at the mistletoe. She had thought she was doing a good thing by befriending Callie's best friend, by trying to shake her out of her moody Christmas blues. It had never occurred to her that Callie--that Arizona herself-- was the cause of the problem.
She watched the plants fall into the trash, feeling a little of her sudden insecurity disappear with it.
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Prompt: mistletoe
Challenge: 100 Fic Challenge (#10)
Fandom: Addison/Callie/Arizona, Grey's Anatomy
Requested by: iampecola
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 1104
Disclaimer: Not mine. Wish they were. Please don't sue.
Author's Note: I am literally taking these prompts as the ideas come to me. This had been rattling away in my brain for a while, and it actually turned out a little different than I imagined it would. I hope it's not too obvious that I don't like Arizona. Shh…don't tell anyone! Please let me know what you think! Enjoy!
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Callie and Arizona waved at their final guest as he left the apartment and slumped against each other once the door had closed behind him. Arizona rested her head against Callie's shoulder and let out an exhausted sigh.
"What a party!" the blonde exclaimed, curling her arm around Callie's waist as they headed back towards the couch.
"I know, right? It was fun though, wasn't it?"
"Something like that," Addison chimed in, coming out of the kitchen with a beer in her hand. She looked miserable.
"You didn't have fun?" Arizona asked. She frowned. She sat down on the couch and twisted her body, curling her legs beneath her.
"Sure I did," Addison said, sitting between her friends. She took a sip of her beer and sighed. "When you weren't trying to herd me beneath the mistletoe with miscellaneous men, that is."
Callie smiled wryly. "Was it that obvious?"
"Glaringly." Addison rolled her eyes. "When I said I was desperate for company during the holidays, I did not mean of the male persuasion."
"I know plenty of women…" Arizona began.
"Not what I meant. I wanted to be around friends." Addison's frown deepened, her voice taking on a hardened edge.
"And so you are!" Callie grinned, throwing her arm around Addison's shoulders. She gave a squeeze. "But what's wrong with a little making out?"
Addison laughed. "Not a damn thing, but do you recall who you tried to set me up with?"
"Jackson…" Arizona began.
"A boy," Addison sneered. She swigged her beer. "A moody, sulky one. Been there, done that. I had sex with Alex Karev, remember?"
"True…and then there was Harris from Psych…" Callie added.
"Who I'm pretty sure is gay," Addison replied. She leaned forward and set her beer on the coffee table. "You also managed to corner me with Mark Sloan of all people. I'm sure Little Grey would have had my head for that."
"Ha! Yea she would!" Callie laughed, nodding knowingly. "Oh. Right. Perhaps that was a bad idea."
"I appreciate what you guys tried to do for me. I really do." Addison slumped a little against the cushion. "But did you have to make it even more obvious for me that I'm single?"
Arizona frowned and leaned her head affectionately against Addison's shoulder. "We won't meddle again. We just…."
"We wanted you to get laid," Callie admitted. "Or at least felt up a little bit."
"Merry Christmas to me?" Addison asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Exactly!" Callie replied. She grinned and brushed a lock of the redhead's hair off of her forehead, making her shiver.
"Hey…" Arizona said, her eyes scanning the apartment. "Where did the mistletoe go?"
Addison's cheeks flushed. "Once I caught on to your attempts, I sort of…." She leaned over Callie's lap and reached behind the small throw pillow, extracting a handful of mistletoe sprigs. "Sorry."
Arizona laughed and pulled at the bundle, delicately fingering one of the gold ribbons. "It took me forever to tie each of these perfect little bows!"
"You set your own trap with that one," Addison conceded. "It had become the enemy."
"The idea is the enemy, not the mistletoe itself. Look at how pretty it is," the blonde said, holding out one little branch. She twirled it in her fingers. "It's magical."
Addison scoffed. "It is not magical. It's a plant. It's an excuse people give themselves to kiss people they shouldn't."
"Not necessarily," Arizona countered. "It's a sweet tradition. It's for lovers. It reminds you to appreciate who you're with or pushes you to go for it with someone you like that maybe you were too scared to pursue before…what's so bad about that?"
"I just don't buy it. If I want to kiss someone, I don't need some stupid little plant to make me do it."
"I don't either," Arizona said, squaring her shoulders. "That doesn't mean I don't enjoy the opportunity when it's presented to me."
Addison rolled her eyes and reached for some of the mistletoe, raising it above her head and shaking it. She laughed derisively. "This isn't an opportunity. It's just me with a plant over my head."
Arizona exchanged a glance with Callie before she leaned in and placed a quick peck on Addison's lips. She grinned. "See? It's fun. There's no harm in a little kiss."
Addison blinked, slightly confused. As she prepared to lower her arm, Callie leaned forward and pressed her lips to Addison's. Addison dropped the mistletoe and shot up. She hit the coffee table with her knee, knocking over her beer. She quickly set it upright and placed a crumpled napkin over the spilled liquid.
"I think I should go," she said, licking her tingling, wet lips.
"Ads, what's wrong?" Callie asked. "We're just having fun."
"It's not fun for me," Addison spat back, staring between the two of them. "It's not some little game for me to kiss people. Kisses mean something…." Her eyes lingered on Callie's confused expression and something tightened painfully in her chest. "I have to go." She grabbed her leather jacket and headed for the door, slamming it behind her.
"That was weird," Callie stated, leaning back against the couch. She reached for the mistletoe that Addison had cast aside and picked at one of the leaves.
"Yea…" Arizona chewed her cheek and tilted her head to the side. "Very weird."
"I think we may have pushed her into something she really wasn't into."
"Yea…" Arizona repeated, furrowing her brow in thought. She reached for Callie's hand, squeezing it. She relaxed slightly to feel Callie squeeze it back.
"Maybe she's right…maybe it is just another stupid plant."
"Maybe it is," Arizona agreed, suddenly hating it for its magic. She hated it for bringing to light the things she knew existed whether Addison or Callie were aware of them or not. She gathered the mistletoe in her hands. "I'm going to throw this out," she announced, lowering the bundle to allow Callie to place the last sprig on top. "Then we can go to bed?"
"Shouldn't we clean up a bit more?"
Arizona shrugged and headed into the kitchen, stepping on the pedal of the trash can. The metal top lifted, exposing the plastic bag within. She stared at the mistletoe. She had thought she was doing a good thing by befriending Callie's best friend, by trying to shake her out of her moody Christmas blues. It had never occurred to her that Callie--that Arizona herself-- was the cause of the problem.
She watched the plants fall into the trash, feeling a little of her sudden insecurity disappear with it.
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