A week later
Arizona had turned off. It's like whenever she took a step forward, she had to take two steps back.
Callie and Arizona sat across the table from each other, alone, silence like a blanket around them.
Callie had refilled her plate in an attempt to distract herself. She kept eating, not looking up. "Arizona please," she finally said, unable to handle it.
Arizona stopped eating and closed her eyes.
"Talk to me."
"What do you want me to say?"
"Anything."
Arizona remained silent. Sighing in frustration, Callie stood. "Come with me." Arizona stared at her, unmoving. "Come with me! Please."
Rolling her eyes, Arizona took Callie's outstretched hand and followed Callie into the bedroom, but stopped short and let her gaze wander over the walls in bewilderment.
Callie had hung scans and x-rays up all over the room. She went to them, touching them, tracing bones and muscles and brains and guts. A smile spread across her face, growing with each case she remembered. She started talking softly to herself. Then she got excited. Callie leaned against the door frame and watched her, a soft smile on her mouth.
"Teach me," she prompted, trying to get Arizona immersed in the medicine.
Arizona came and grabbed her by the hand again, pulling her to one of the x-rays. "This kid, he came in with a shattered patella. I didn't think I would be able to fix it." She went on and on, pulling Callie around the room randomly. Until she was a little too forceful.
Callie collided into her, pushing her up against the wall, their lips dangerously close. Arizona could see the want in Callie's eyes and her desperate struggle to control herself a moment before the memories washed over her and she shoved Callie away.
"Arizona."
"Just give me a second," she said, trying to rid them from her head.
"Arizona," Callie pressed.
"I said give me a second!"
Callie sighed and walked over to the bed, laying down on her side and waiting for Arizona to come to her.
"I can't control them, Cal. When they come, I can't. You just have to give me time," she said finally, not moving from her place against the wall.
"Okay, I will, I'll try," Calliope acquiesced. "But you have to talk to me. You have to stop ignoring everyone."
"You don't understand how much it hurts," Arizona said, slipping onto her side of the bed.
"Then help me. Talk to me baby," Callie said, propping her head up on a hand.
"Callie," Arizona said softly. "I want to kiss you again, but I'm afraid. I'm afraid of what I'll feel, what I'll remember. They did awful things to me, Cal."
Callie leaned forward. "Kiss me."
"Callie," Arizona half warned, trying to resist.
"Arizona, kiss me," Callie said. "If you need to stop then stop. But please, kiss me."
Arizona let her gaze drift over Callie's face. She found nothing but love and reassurance in those big Browns. She leaned in to Callie and took a deep breath.
"Arizona," Callie breathed.
Arizona kissed her, softly but firmly. She felt that something deep inside of her stirring again.
Callie kissed her softly, letting Arizona get used to the feeling of her lips again. Soft kisses got gradually harder and Callie could feel Arizona letting herself go. Being brave, Arizona ran her tongue over Callie's bottom lip, their old code for when Arizona wanted to be let in.
Callie, shocked, pulled away. "Are you sure --"
Arizona interrupted. "No, Calliope. I need to do this. Just-"
"Give you a second." Callie nodded and brought her lips back to Zona's, opening her mouth slightly. After a minute, Arizona responded, opening her mouth to Callie. Their kisses grew more insistent and Zona's tongue slid against Callie's, making the blonde shiver. It had been a long time. "But I like the girl with the sandwiches." Arizona's voice rang through Callie's mind at the contact. Her excitement grew. She stroked Arizona's tongue again, baiting the blonde into a duel.
