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Not kind of a lesbian (1/1)

TITLE: Not kind of a lesbian (1/1)

AUTHOR: sapphicwarrior

PAIRING: Callie/Arizona


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SUMMARY: Callie’s thoughts after Arizona kisses her in Joe’s bathroom. This is Callie’s POV.

AUTHOR’S NOTE 1: This is unbeta’d, so all mistakes are mine.

AUTHOR’S NOTE 2: This is my first Callie/Arizona fic ever, so I’m a bit nervous to post this. I’ve written lots of Callica fics but I thought I’d give the new pairing a try. I don’t know if I’m good at writing them, so if I totally suck at it, let me know. Comments are love.

I’m laying in bed going over the events of this evening. I still can’t believe that a stranger kissed me at Joe’s, a beautiful female stranger that is.  I briefly touch my lips where she kissed me. She said that people talked about me, that she had heard “things”. I don’t know if I should be annoyed or happy that people talk about my sex life at work. If they hadn’t talked about it, Arizona wouldn’t have kissed me. But I still feel a bit annoyed. My sexual orientation shouldn’t be discussed by my fellow doctors. It’s none of their business who I sleep with or who I feel attracted to. But I think they put two and two together after Erica left me. We were always together at the hospital, we spent every free moment in each other’s company and all of a sudden she’s gone and I’m a crying mess and barely recognizable as the Callie I was before.


But I don’t want to think about Erica tonight, no, I want to think about Dr. Arizona Robbins. I can’t deny that I’m attracted to her. I had noticed her before at the hospital, but I didn’t know who she was. I know now. The thought makes me smile.  I’m amazed that someone as beautiful as Arizona would take an interest in me. She made it perfectly clear at Joe’s that she’s interested in me.


Arizona has this smile that makes my stomach do multiple flip-flops. She has dimples when she smiles, I find that the cutest thing ever. Her eyes are so blue I could drown in them. When she talks to the children at work, she has this twinkle in her eyes and she makes every child feel good and laugh.  She wears heelys at the hospital. The children love that. It makes her one of their own. When she goes around on them, her curls bounce up and down.  When I first saw her on those things, I found it ridiculous, I mean, what adult wears children shoes at work? Not to mention they are dangerous things too. You could lose your balance just like that and fall.  Suddenly I’m struck with an image of Arizona losing her balance and falling into her arms.  The thought makes my body feel warm and my stomach was definitely winning the flip-flop championship. I want to do things with her, things that involve a lot of kissing and hugging and…


“Oh my god, Erica was right, I can’t be kind of a lesbian.”


She was right, Erica was right when she said I can’t be kind of a lesbian. Erica saw what I refused to see back then. I’ve been with a lot of men, but none have ever made me feel like this just by thinking about doing naughty things. I’m on fire and I’ve only been kissed by Arizona for like five seconds. I wonder if I’d survive if we have sex.


I’m gay and you know what, it doesn’t freak me out, not anymore.  I like women and I’m fine with it. Thanks to the gossip at work I won’t even have to out myself as they all seemed to know before me that I was gay.  I should text Erica and thank her for making me see clear. Guess she was my glasses too at some point. We might not have worked out, but she made me realize why my past relationships with guys never worked. Like Mark once said, I’m ready to turn a new leaf, a new leaf that involves beautiful women.  


I fall asleep while thinking about asking Arizona out the next day.




The alarm wakes me up at an ungodly hour in the morning.  It took me ages to fall asleep last night.  Thoughts of a certain blonde peds surgeon  kept me awake for a long time.  I get up and take a shower. In the shower I let my thought wander to Arizona again.  I think about her touching me, kissing me… I quickly get out of the shower to stop the thoughts. 


When I go into the kitchen, I see Cristina reading a medical journal.


“Hey,” I greet her.


She greets me without even looking up from her paper.  I grab some coffee to drink. 


“Cristina, I’m gay,” I say while drinking some coffee.


She looks up from her journal and looks at me.


“I know,” she simply says.


“What do you mean ‘you know’,” I ask surprised. I mean she knew about me and Erica, but nothing more.


“Common Callie, you’ve been checking out every blonde with blue eyes that has come into the hospital ever since Hahn left.”


I realize it’s true what she says. “Oh.”  Guess I have a type now too: blondes with blue eyes.


After finishing up my coffee I quickly go to work. I hope Arizona is working today. I really want to ask her out.  It’s time to walk tall again and accept that Erica is gone and not coming back.  It’s time to move on and make something of my life. I’m in my thirties and I’m done fooling around. It’s time to act like an adult instead of a frightened child. 


I spot Arizona standing at the nurse station halfway through my shift.  She’s animatedly talking to one of the nurses.  She looks beautiful, those dimples… they just drive me crazy. And she’s wearing that beautiful butterfly cap again.


“Hey,” I greet her. 


She looks up and smiles at me.  I think the butterflies from her cap escaped to my stomach.


Hello Dr. Torres.”


“I was wondering if you’d like to get a drink with me tonight,” I quickly ask her before I lose the nerve.


“I’d love to,” she says while noting something on a chart.


“Great, what time do you finish?”


“Around seven. And you?”


“Six. Let’s meet in the lobby around seven?”




“Okay, it’s a date then,” I smile.


I lean closer to her and whisper in her ear. “I hope you don’t make a habit of kissing strange women in bathrooms. I wouldn’t like that.”


She blushes and it makes her even cuter. “I only kiss the beautiful ones, but don’t worry, you are the only one I want to kiss right now.”


I feel a blush coming up. “See you at seven.” And I give her a quick kiss on the lips before heading to a trauma room.


Oh yes, definitely not kind of a lesbian. 

Tags: callie/arizona, fanfiction
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