Title: Dreamsq
Author: gabs88
Pairing: Callie/Arizona
Summary: Sigh. Season Seven.
Rating: M
Disclaimer: All characters belong to ABC/Shonda Rhimes. The story is mine.
Note: Ha. Summer smut. Love the name. This isn't really summer smut. This is-I don't know what this is. I couldn't fix this situation, 'cause the issues in this conversation are so clearly apparent later on in episodes. So it can't really be resolved immediately after this conversation. So I just played, instead.

Dreams.

"This is not my dream. My dream does not look like this."

The silence was palpable and the rustle of that damn newspaper sounded like nails on a chalk board.

Arizona's heart was hammering in her chest.

She hadn't meant to say all that.

But God, it was so true. She never, ever forgot that this was Mark's baby. She had bent, she had bent for the woman sitting next to her on this couch. She had been comfortable in her life. She'd been happily selfish, she didn't want change. She didn't want screaming babies or toddlers who spat up and pee'd in inappropriate place. She didn't want to come home from work with children to a house of them.

Her dream was being a prized paediatric surgeon, it was changing the face of medicine in a third world country. It was having a woman to stand with her through all this, of going on holidays with her and having crazy sex adventures and it being the two of them and being content and happy with that.

But then Calliope Torres had come in to her world and Arizona's dream became her. She didn't know how or when it happened, but the though of a life without Calliope Torres wasn't one she wanted.

And Callie wanted children.

And she had bent. She had bent, because if Callie wanted children and for that to happen meant not having Arizona, then Arizona couldn't do it. She failed at breaking up with her and somehow, she realised she could do it, if it meant having Callie. She could have one kid or ten kids, if that what having Callie meant, but she really did hope that it would be less than ten.

And then Africa, and Arizona made a huge mistake.

It had been her dream for so long.

And Callie, God, in her way, in her innocent and passive aggressive way, had ben ruining it.

And she walked away from her.

In the worst way possible.

And her mistake couldn't just be that.

No.

It couldn't be her moment of realisation. It couldn't just mean Arizona had royally, royally screwed up and realised what she wanted, what she needed.

Because Arizona called things wrong, sometimes.

So it couldn't just be that.

It had to mean coming home and not only finding out that Callie had slept with Mark while she'd been gone, but that she was pregnant.

And Arizona had to bend.

And now the room was so quiet, because she'd said it.

That she couldn't forget where this baby came from.

That this wasn't her dream.

This wasn't what she wanted.

But it was coming out all wrong in her bitterness that Mark was expected to be applauded for acting like an adult and her hurt that still existed, even though they weren't together when it happened and her frustration that this was her life now.

Arizona rustled the damn paper again and she could feel Callie looking at her.

A hand came up on to the paper, and pulled it down.

She dragged her eyes up to look at Callie, looking at her with those soulful eyes that Arizona had learnt she could not say no to.

Ever.

"Arizona." Her voice was low, inquisitive, not mad like expected, "What am I supposed to do?"

Arizona felt her voice catch in her throat. Because she really had no idea.

"Callie..."

Callie was full of words, Arizona could see it building. They hadn't spoken about this and they were about to and Arizona just wanted to take it all back and sit on the couch and read her paper and drink her wine.

Why did she say it? She had been quiet this long, had shut it down.

But Callie opened that beautiful mouth of hers anyway.

"I don't get any kind of bi dream, at least that's not what I feel I'm getting. I can't tell that I wish it hadn't happened, because that would mean this baby wouldn't be here, and I already love it, Arizona." Her eyes were sincere, her hand dropping down to grab at her knee, "You were gone and I didn't think you were coming back. I lay on my bed for two days waiting for you to call and you didn't. I let Cristina cut my hair because I was so caught up in missing you and needed something to distract me. Mark happened because I was sad and alone and he was familiar. He didn't happen because he was such a great lay and I jumped on the boy bandwagon the second you were gone. I was drunk and thought we were over. And I-"

Arizona's eyes were swimming with tears and she hated that. She hated that she was showing this side of herself.

Callie grasped at Arizona's hands, turning further towards her so their knees were touching, staring at her with such sincerity it was almost hurting.

"Arizona-you're who I wanted. You're who I want. I'm not here with you with half of me wishing I could have Mark or some other guy. I felt sick afterwards. I felt sad and sick and even lonelier than I had before hand. And then you came back and I felt sicker. Because I thought I'd lost you and I thought I was going to lose you again, because I'd fallen pregnant and I was so hurt, still, that you had left. It was all such a mess."

Arizona was staring at the ground, because that made it easier.

Callie knelt in front of her, the soft swell of her stomach brushing her legs. She rest her knees on Arizona's legs and looked up at her, "But Arizona." God, and Callie's eyes were swimming with tears. Arizona bit her lip as she finally met her look, "I don't want you to be in something that doesn't make you happy. If this really isn't your dream then what-what are we doing?"

Arizona was breathing hard and she didn't know why.

"Callie."

Her voice broke over her name and she brought her hands up, cupping her face and pulling her up so her lips pressed to hers.

"Callie, I love you."

Her lips murmured over Callie's as she said it, and then she pulled her back to her, lips pressing, sucking Callie's bottom lip gently between her own before Callie gave a half sob, lips parting. She pushed herself up on her knees so she was completely level with Arizona, kneeling between her legs, arms sliding around her waist.

Callie's tongue ran along her lip and their kiss deepened, even as she felt tears on Callie's cheeks. Arizona pulled back, forehead resting against Callie, and shook her head, "Callie, I love you. You're my dream, you're who I want. None of the rest matters."

She'd said the words before, and meant them, but now, she needed Callie to know she meant them. She was struggling with this situation, but she didn't want out.

Callie's hands came up, clinging to Arizona's forearms, "I love you, too. But we can't do this if-I don't want you unhappy-"

Arizona pulled her to her again, kissing her, silencing her talk. Their lips moved and Callie turned slightly desperate, fingertips digging in to Arizona's forearms. Arizona dropped her arms to Callie's shoulders and gently she pushed until Callie slowly sat backwards, Arizona following her. She kept pushing until Callie lay on her back, Arizona straddling her hips, mindful of her stomach.

She ran her hands down Callie's side, finger tips tracing up under her shirt, trailing along her stomach and the underside of her breast. Her fingers traced the edge of her bra, grazing up along the top of soft material.

Callie groaned as Arizona's fingers slid under the material, more sensitive than usual, and sat up, hands to Arizona's cheeks again as she kissed her. Her hands fell as she pulled Arizona's shirt up and over her head, fingers sliding down against her throat to rest against her collarbone. Arizona lifted her own hands up, undoing her bra and letting it fall to the ground, undoing Callie's an instant later, hands running down Callie's back to pull them against each other, moaning at the contact. She pushed Callie back down, laying her torso flat against her, maintaining the contact, breasts pressed together. Arizona's lips trailed down Callie's throat, tongue and teeth teasing the flesh and drawing out soft moans. Her hands tugged at Callie's pants, and Callie lifted her hips, Arizona kneeling as tugged them down her legs, taking her underwear with it. She stood, pulling her own pants off and straddling Callie again, lips falling against her chest.

Arizona's hand ran up Callie's thigh from her knee as her tongue ran against her nipple, feeling it tighten in her mouth and Callie hiss above her. Eyes on Callie, she kissed her way down her stomach, mouth gentle over the swell that had appeared. Her lips had just grazed trim curls, warmth breath washing over Callie, when she shook her head, adamantly, and pulled Arizona up, fingers clinging.

"I want you here."

Arizona looked at her for a second, then nodded, kissing her again. Her hand reached up, taking Callie's and running it down her own stomach to between her legs, both of them groaning, Arizona at the sensation of fingers against where she was aching to be touched and Callie at the feeling of just how wet she was. Arizona's hand moved with her for a moment, fingers resting on Callie's wrist, before she dropped it down, fingers running along Callie, dragging through slick head, Callie lifting her hips to meet her. She shifted her legs to straddle Callie's thigh, using her own thigh to push against the back of her hand, pushing her fingers deeper in to Callie, who grunted, hips lifting up and causing a moan to fall loudly from Arizona's lips as the movement pushed Callie harder into herself.

Their mouths moved languidly over each other, tongues caressing and interrupted by moans as they built a matching rhythm, their thighs aiding their hands. Arizona's hand dug in to the carpet under her as she held herself up over Callie, hips rolling and she tore their mouths apart, forehead pressing to Callie and lips parted as she groaned Callie's name when fingers curled against her. She mimicked the movement, Callie's back arching and heels digging in to the floor as she pushed her hips up in response.

"Arizona."

Her name was whimpered and Arizona pushed herself up, watching Callie. She watched the expressions over her face, the way she bit her lip, her throat exposed as she arched, eyes closed. Arizona pressed her lips to her skin, sucking on her pulse point. Their hips bucked, losing a rhythm, and Arizona brought her thumb up, pressing down as she curled her fingers again. She felt Callie gasp, hips pushing right off the ground and her own thighs shook, the muscles clenching and she felt Callie tighten around her fingers, her own still moving in Arizona.

They tumbled over together, moans high pitched and loud, one following the other. Callie's hand was on the small of Arizona's back, pulling her tighter against her, nails digging in. to the soft skin. Arizona fell forward, knee still pressed in to carpet to stop her putting her whole weight on Callie, face pressed in to her neck. Callie's heart was thundering under her, both of theirs were, and her lips were pressed in to her hair as Callie turned her head.

They lay, heart rates taking forever to slow.

Arizona pushed her self up, sweaty and face flushed and looked at Callie, who was looking at her very much the same state. Her lips were bruised and she still looked lost, scared. She still looked concerned.

Callie could never hide what she was feeling.

Arizona pressed a hand to Callie's sternum, her heart stall pounding.

She leant down, forehead pressed to Callie's.

"You just have to give me time."

Callie's hands buried in her hair as she nodded.

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