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Arizona had not seen Callie the whole day. Screw that, she had not had time to talk more than a few words to her in about a week. Things at the hospital were worsening, and including a bus crash, a swing set that broke and sent two kids to Seattle Grace with severe injuries, and Arizona’s regular patients, she was exhausted.
More than anything though, she missed Callie.
So when the bus was dealt with and the kids were safe, Arizona could not wait to go home and spend a long awaited evening together with her girlfriend.
“Arizona?” A familiar voice called as she opened the door to Callie’s apartment. It was somewhat hers too with the amount of time she spent there, but they did not talk about that. That would be too close and Arizona did not do close. Mentally at least. Because god there Callie was, leather jacket still on and her eyeliner somewhat smudged. And Arizona had not truly seen Callie in a week.
Getting off of the couch, Arizona crossed the distance between her and Callie, leaning in for a soft, slow kiss. Oh, how she had missed this. Her hands moved to cup Callie’s cheeks as they deepened the kiss, lips moving together in an easy rhythm that never failed to surprise Arizona. How easy this all was.
“Is this the treatment I get after not seeing you for a week?” Callie mumbled, smiling into the kiss. “Because if so, I will need to stay away more often.”
Arizona giggled, teeth against Callie’s and, yeah, this felt absolutely perfect. “If you want more kisses you can just ask, Calliope.” She giggled.
Callie’s eyebrow shot up. “Me, asking for something? Absolutely not.” Arizona threw her head back in laughter, her arms thrown around Callie’s neck. She let her head rest in the crook of Callie’s neck, marvelling in the smell of Callie’s perfume and something else, something so quintessentially Callie she couldn’t help but nuzzle her nose further into it.
“How about we move this to the couch, hm?” Callie suggested. Arizona retrieved her head from Callie’s neck, only to see her eyes two shades of a darker brown than they had been. Before she knew it, lips were on hers and hands were everywhere and then her shirt and Callie’s shirt were off and they were on the couch making out like their life depended on it. Sometimes it felt like it did.
Arizona felt Callie’s hands on her hips, and then on her back, exploring every inch of skin her skilled fingers could reach. They travelled up her spine, up toward the clasp of her bra, and then –
“Callie I’m home!” Mark's voice rang through the apartment, much like a thunderstorm on a sunny day. Callie scrambled off of Arizona, covering herself with – a pillow? – and throwing the other one to Arizona.
“Mark! We, uh, we weren’t expecting you!” Callie squeaked out, arousal still imminent in her voice from their very heated make out session.
Mark glanced between the two of them and, much to Arizona’s dismay, smirked.
“Nice, Torres.” He said, amused. God why couldn’t he wipe that stupid grin off of his face. She sometimes wished she could punch it off of him, like she used to do with the kids on the playground that made fun of her name with the same smirk plastered on their faces.
Arizona was pissed.
Callie laughed nervously, looking back to Arizona with an apologetic smile and moved to look for her shirt. Arizona was fairly certain it went flying to the kitchen. She couldn’t really remember.
“What are you doing here Mark.” Arizona snarled, evidence of her irritation laced in her tone.
“I am here for a sleepover.” Mark stated, matter of factly. Arizona could practically feel herself turn redder with each second he spent in their apartment. “No you aren’t. You cannot keep barging in like you own the place.” She replied.
“Arizona that’s enough.” Callie’s voice came through. “I promised Mark he could sleep over this week because of his breakup with Lexie. It has been hard on him.” Arizona turned to face Callie, because she really had to be kidding. No, her face was dead serious.
She looked back at Mark, who was still standing there with that stupid smirk. “Yep! Let’s get ready for bed ladies! Callie, you can leave the shirt off if you want.”
Arizona was fuming with rage. Throwing a pointed look at Callie, who just shrugged in reply, she turned around and stormed off to their shared bedroom. Their shared bedroom. Apparently “their” now included Mark Sloan.
And really she should have seen this coming. Mark was always there when he wasn’t supposed to be, and Callie let him every single time. It was not exactly a unique occurrence.
But still. When choosing your best friend or your girlfriend, surely you’d choose the latter?
Callie chose the former. Every single time. And Arizona loved Callie, so she sucked it up and took it. Every single time.
So when Mark came into the bedroom and nestled himself in the middle of the bed, Arizona took a deep breath and crawled in next to him. Even if his skin next to her made her want to stab herself in the chest repeatedly. Even if it broke her heart seeing Callie on the other side of the bed, Mark tucked into her side with an arm over her waist.
Because Callie would choose Mark. And Arizona would choose Callie. Over and over again.
As she finally calmed down enough to doze off, Mark's snores began to fill the room. Arizona was about to storm off, when she felt a hand on her shoulder.
“Babe,” Callie whispered, “are you sure you are okay with this?”
Arizona took a deep breath, once again. “Yeah, no, I am fine.” Then, glancing over at Callie, “I was just excited for our night together.” She sighed, and Callie’s grip on her shoulder loosened so she could draw soothing circles.
“I know sweetheart. I am so sorry.” Callie breathed out, as she moved her hand along the length of Arizona’s arm.
And it should have been nothing really.
But Arizona had not had sex in a week and she was angry and on edge and she really, really just wanted Callie to fuck her.
She drew in a sharp breath as Callie’s hand reached her shoulder again, this time brushing back a bit of her hair. Her skin felt on fire and she really was not okay.
“Are you seriously horny right now?” Callie whispered exasperated. Arizona moved her head so she could see Callie and had to restrain herself to not kick Mark out of the bed and take her then and there. She was dying, for sure.
“I have not seen you in a week,” Arizona bit back, turning red, “and we were making out.”
Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Callie smiling. It terrified her, because Callie looked positively mischievous. Arizona could not for the life of her figure out why until she felt Callie’s hand move down her arm. And then further down.
“What the fuck are you up to?” Arizona whispered, attempting not to let out a moan at the sheer contact of Callie’s hand on her upper thigh, drawing small circles with her thumb.
“I am just soothing you.” Callie whispered back, but that smile was still on her face and her hand was still going and Arizona was almost sure if she kept going she would fuck Callie right next to Marks sleeping body.
Arizona’s hand caught Callie’s right as it was creeping up towards the end of her heart-patterned pyjama shorts.
“Calliope,” Arizona warned.
“Arizona,” Callie replied, “I have not seen you in a week.”
“Mark is in our bed!”
Callie’s eyes widened, as if she had not realised this before. Her head snapped to Mark, and she abruptly withdrew her hand from Arizona’s thigh. Arizona opened her mouth to start protesting until she saw Callie sit up and shake Mark.
Arizona was worried he would have gotten a concussion but Callie was quick to soothe her nerves. “He doesn’t wake up otherwise. He is the world's heaviest sleeper.” Callie explained quickly, continuing her steady rhythm of shaking Mark back and forth.
“I thought you were the world's heaviest sleeper.” Arizona giggled, a bit too loud because then Mark was sitting up, sleep very obviously still clinging to him and Arizona almost felt bad. Almost.
“Mark,” Callie patted him on the face twice for good measure, “you need to leave.”
Mark, just being pulled from a seemingly peaceful slumber, simply rubbed his eyes, looked at Callie and shuffled off of the bed. At the door he turned around, as if to say something, but Callie quickly interrupted by putting her hand up.
Arizona was ready to burst.
Mark turned back around slowly, shuffling out of the door before closing it behind him. Callie turned to Arizona with a wide proud smile, going in for a kiss, but Arizona was already there. Then they were right back where they started, teeth and lips and hands and hair everywhere and Arizona lost all sense of space and time. Nothing mattered, not really, not when she was with Callie and they were doing this.
Arizona rolled Callie so she was sitting on her hips, straddling her and keeping her locked in place. Callie whimpered and Arizona was in love with her so they kissed once more, for good measure. As the kiss grew even more heated, Callie’s hands gripping Arizona’s hair and Arizona already pulling at Callie’s shirt, Arizona pulled back for a second. She let her hands slide along Callie’s side, finding the hem of her old college t-shirt and tugging.
Once their shirts and bras were finally off they could continue their old-fashioned junior high make out session. Those usually did not involve feeling Callie’s hard nipples against hers though, Arizona reminded herself. She felt entirely overwhelmed and her lips left Callie’s, favouring her jaw and then her neck.
Callie hissed as Arizona sucked a mark right onto her pulse point and then tangled her fingers further into her hair, tugging as a warning. No marks, that was their rule. But Arizona was still upset and in love and Callie was hers, and Callie surely could feel the reassurance the purple stain on her neck provided to Arizona. So nothing was said.
“God Arizona you feel so good” Callie moaned as Arizona dug her teeth into her shoulder. Arizona nodded eagerly, continuing her ministrations. Callie’s hands digging into her back were a good distraction from the rest of the evening and Arizona tried to sink into the moment. Callie’s hands moved lower, still, and did not stop until they reached her ass. Arizona let out an embarrassingly loud squeak as Callie squeezed, and her arousal amplified tenfold. Arizona was pretty sure she was already staining her underwear and her shorts.
She was determined not to let Callie get the upper hand this time though. Arizona decided against another mark on Callie’s neck, and instead shuffled backwards so she could give the rest of Callie’s body the attention it deserved. Callie tried, and failed, to bite back a moan as Arizona’s teeth grazed over her nipple, never quite making contact but giving just enough. As Arizona switched breasts, the hands on her ass – which she kind of forgot about? – moved and all of a sudden she was flipped.
“Callie-“ Arizona tried, but Callie just put a finger to Arizona’s mouth and kissed her nose. Arizona, seeing the opportunity, opened her mouth just a little bit, and closed her lips around Callie’s finger. This time, Callie didn’t even try to stifle her moan, eyes turning sinfully dark.
“Are you wetting my fingers so I can fuck you, baby?” Callie teased. Arizona gave her the most innocent eyes she could muster, and slowly nodded her head. Callie grinned.
“If you want to be a fucking brat”
Arizona’s eyes widened as Callie slipped another finger into her mouth, pushing down on her tongue, and it didn’t take long for her to realise Callie was fucking her mouth with her fingers and really, Arizona could have just come undone on the spot.
She reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind Callie’s ear.
“So fucking good for me Arizona” Callie moaned, seeing her girlfriend take her fingers down her throat. Arizona couldn’t really form a coherent thought, she could only nod and take Callie’s fingers further down her throat because fuck she really wanted Callie to just hurry up and fuck her already.
Right when she was positively sure she would die before she would even be touched, Callie took her fingers out of Arizona’s mouth. Her other hand pushed on Arizona’s chest, getting her to lay down further. As Arizona’s head hit the pillows, Callie’s hand moved to her right breast and started rolling her nipple between two fingers. Arizona’s back arched because god that felt incredible and Callie hadn’t even touched her yet.
Callie tried to move to give her other breast the same attention before Arizona grabbed her wrist and looked at her pleadingly.
“Calliope please,” Arizona whined, “I need-” she started right as Callie’s hand slipped back under her shorts and right to her clit, making her let out an embarrassingly loud moan.
Callie smirked at her. “What do you need baby?” she said, feigning innocence as Arizona tried to even her breathing again.
“Whatever just fuck me already” Arizona pouted at her, still breathing heavily. Callie’s brow shot up as she moved her hand away from Arizona’s clit, earning a whine in response.
“Tell me what you need or you won’t be coming at all tonight” Callie warned. Arizona’s eyes widened in response. She would not survive that.
“I need you to- ah,” she started again, Callie’s fingers going back to their original movements on her clit immediately. Callie locked eyes with her, flashing a warning she would stop if Arizona didn’t continue.
“I need your fingers inside of me” Arizona breathed out. Callie smiled a dangerously wicked smile and without warning, pushed two fingers inside of Arizona.
Arizona fucking saw stars.
She was positive she blacked out for a second. Just a second before every single nerve in her body turned back on again and everything she was feeling came crashing down at once and the room was filled with her ridiculously loud moans.
Callie smiled at her as she kept her steady rhythm of pumping in and out of Arizona. Her back arched and her fingers dug into Callie’s back, probably leaving marks but she could not find it in herself to care. Callie’s fingers dragging against her wall felt wonderful, yet Arizona still wanted more.
“Callio- more please please please more,” she babbled, attempting to form a coherent sentence because she wanted to be so good for Callie.
Callie’s face stretched into a truly evil smile now, and as soon as they locked eyes Arizona knew she was in for a long night. Callie leaned in impossibly closer and bit Arizona’s earlobe.
“Do you remember when I left Tuesday to do groceries baby,” Callie whispered in her ear before licking a strip along Arizona’s jaw, who was now far too horny to think. She nodded.
“I got us a little something,” Callie said, leaning away from Arizona and reaching over to her bedside table. Arizona’s eyes widened as Callie pulled a purple dildo out, with – a harness?
Oh my god.
Callie was about to fuck Arizona with a strap on.
Arizona let out a desperate moan, one that she was definitely not responsible for. Her head was blurry, she did not register anything at all until Callie stroked her cheek and nudged her nose with hers.
“Are you okay baby?” Callie asked, a small pout on her face.
“Yeah, yeah, very hot.” Arizona tried, and when she realized she had not really said anything at all she gave up and kissed Callie instead. Their kiss deepened, and Arizona opened her mouth to let her tongue intertwine with Callie’s. She got so lost in the kiss she did not see Callie shifting positions until the toy was lined up with her entrance and she could feel the sweet press already.
Callie leaned back and looked into her eyes, the front she put up faltering for just a second. “Are you sure you are okay?” she asked, worry evident on her face. Arizona smiled because Callie just asked her if she was okay. No one had ever done that before her. She only had a small moment to think though, before Callie grabbed her chin and pulled her focus toward her again. Arizona nodded. “I’m okay”.
She had barely gotten the words out before she felt the delicious stretch of the toy inside of her. Her mouth flew open in a silent scream, head falling back as Callie slowly worked the dildo inside of her before pulling back and repeating the action quicker.
Arizona’s moans filled the room as Callie fucked her ruthlessly, her hands flying to Callie’s on her hips and guiding them to her boobs. Callie immediately got the message, circling her nipple before twisting it between two fingers.
“So good for me Arizona,” Callie moaned, “Look at you taking me so well”. Arizona moaned even louder at that, the words sending a shiver down her spine right to her cunt.
Her head fell back as she closed her eyes, focussing only on the sensations going on in her body as Callie fucked her harder and harder with each thrust.
“No,” Callie nearly growled, “Look at me”. Her hands moved back down her torso to grab Arizona’s hips, drawing her impossibly closer every time her strap hit deep inside. Arizona struggled but managed to open her eyes. She saw Callie fully focussed on her, brow cocked and biting her lip. As she moved her eyes lower, she could see herself taking the entire length of the strap. She let out a loud moan at the sight, her own hands immediately reaching to replace Callie’s that were on her boobs.
Callie let out a moan in response to that.
“Oh you love it when I fuck you like this, don’t you?” her voice came out raspy, her thrusts getting more ferocious with each word she said.
Arizona nodded fervently and bit her lip in a failed attempt to stifle her moans. She needed Callie close. She removed one hand from her breast and reached out to Callie, finding the back of her neck. Callie got the hint and shifted so she could kiss Arizona.
Arizona was so close. So close. So it was no surprise she tumbled over the edge the moment Callie’s thumb found her clit.
Through her orgasm she could vaguely hear Callie whispering reassurances into her ear (“You’re so beautiful Arizona, my beautiful girl.”), stroking her side to get her to come back down. When she did, she opened her eyes to see Callie staring at her with the most loving gaze she had ever seen. She smiled back at Callie and leaned in for a soft kiss.
“Was good,” she said as she pulled away. Callie giggled. “I could tell babe.” she replied. Arizona shook her head, “Shut up Calliope” she sighed, cuddling into Callie. Callie ran her fingers through Arizona’s hair, as Arizona slowly dozed off into a perfectly content sleep. This felt like home.
Callie was her home. And tonight, Callie had chosen her. She smiled.
Maybe they were going to be just fine.