After All This Time...
By Bella Taggart
Part 4/?
After two days of R & R, and pounds and pounds of Maria's magical wet chocolate cake, she was back in town and ready to move on once again. Though if her reaction to seeing Erica for less then 3 minutes was any indication, she obviously hadn't exactly moved on the first time around.
She wasn't going to think about that. Tomorrow, she was going to go to work and break some bones, and she was going to be fine, even if it killed her.
But tonight she was going to go out and clear her head, the only way she knew how.
She left her house wearing a pair of jeans, a low cut white wife beater and a black leather jacket. She was probably going to get cold but at least she looked good.
There was a group of people standing around, smoking by the entrance of the bar. One of them, an attractive strawberry blonde with a petite face watched her as she came closer. On her way in, Callie brushed close by her on purpose, with a whispered "Excuse me." dropping from her lips. The woman smiled at her in response and took a step back, giving her the way.
This was going to be too easy.
After a few drinks she spotted the same woman once again, standing across the bar, straight in her eyesight. She kept on taking turns talking with her friends, drinking, laughing, and looking at Callie.
Each time Callie looked back, she looked away, turning this into a game of catch. Callie was good at games but she was even better at breaking the rules so instead of averting her eyes, she kept on staring and caught the woman's eyes in hers the next time she looked Callie's way. Having been caught at her own game, the woman blushed and smiled shyly at her. That was all the motivation Callie needed.
As the song changed into a salsa, Callie downed her third shot and made her way towards the strawberry blonde. The woman straightened in her chair, watching her each step of the way.
Callie stood in front of her, took the pink drink out of her hand, placed it on the surface behind, leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Let's dance."
The woman nodded and stood up, trailing Callie as she took her hand and lead the way to the dance floor.
The floor was filled with sweaty bodies; Man dancing with women, men dancing with men, women dancing with women, there were all kinds of pairings moving to the beat. They made their way into the middle and joined in. As the beat picked up, the smaller woman's face took on a doubtful expression. "I don't know how to dance to this." She said embarrassedly.
"What?"
The woman raised herself up on her toes, bringing herself close into Callie and spoke right into her ear. "I don't know the steps."
"It'll be okay, just follow my lead." She said, taking her into her arms.
The woman smiled up at her and relaxed a little bit in her arms. Pretty soon they were having a great time. Turning and spinning and laughing along with every step. Callie was a good dancer. It was in her blood, her father had always said so.
After a few more songs, as they became more comfortable with each other, they started getting bolder and bolder, moving all over the floor. During a more risqué move, which involved a twist and a dip, the woman lost her footing and was almost falling when Callie pulled her up into her arms, and held her tightly against her chest.
"I've got you." She whispered, enjoying the proximity of their bodies. After that, even though the music continued upbeatly, they remained close, just moving slowly while their hands explored each other. Finally Callie put her hands through the woman's back pockets and rested them there.
"Do you wanna go somewhere and talk?" She asked, licking her lips.
The woman nodded. "Can we go smoke?"
"Sure"
They stood outside by the entrance, just the two of them, as the woman pulled out a pack of cigarettes from her jacket.
"You want one?"
Callie shook her head and stood there watching the woman light up, finally getting the chance to properly study her, under the bright street light. Her strawberry blonde hair was cut short and brushed to the side, her blue eyes were framed by dark black makeup. She was wearing a beaded tank top under her jacket and black leather pants on top of giant heeled boots. As it was she was nearly a head shorter than her and Callie wondered how big of a height difference there would be between them if she were to take off those boots. She wasn't exactly her type, Callie decided, but she was attractive and she would do for tonight.
"So," the woman said, breathing out a grey cloud of smoke. "What do you wanna talk about?"
Callie took a step forward into the other woman's space. "I lied" she whispered, taking the dangling cigarette out of the woman's lips and bringing the tip to her own. She inhaled once and threw the cigarette away with one flick of her fingers. Bringing her hand up, she cupped the woman's face and caressed her lips with her thumb. "I don't wanna talk." She breathed and, seeing the reflected want in the woman's eyes, bowed her head and took her lips in her own.
She tasted of cigarettes and alcohol, a combination that always reminded Callie of uncomplicated sex. Soon the kiss grew hungry, and their hands started roaming. They were already grinding into each other, when the door opened and a few drunken patrons walked out, looking at them and chuckling amongst themselves.
"Come with me," Callie ordered hoarsely, taking the woman's hand and leading them to the dark ally behind the building of the bar. She pushed the woman into the wall, kissing her lips greedily and then along her neck as the woman welcomed Callie's thigh between her parted legs. The woman instinctively started a rocking motion against Callie, moaning and gasping, as Callie cupped her breasts and started kneading them earnestly.
When Callie's fingers came down to the button of the woman's trousers, she halted her hand and looked deeply into the woman's half closed eyes. "Let me." She whispered huskily. The woman, breathless now, could only nod and gasp. "Yes."
Then Callie was unzipping her pants and slipping her fingers into the woman's center. Rubbing back and forth, as the woman held onto her shoulders, cried out in strangled release and buckled against her fingers only moments later.
Callie pulled out of her gently after a long moment and held her in her arms, giving her the time to recover.
"Wow" the woman gasped, catching her breath, "That was something."
Callie simply smiled at her and, brushing the woman's hair off her face with her fingers, gently asked, "You okay?"
"Better than Okay." The woman replied, smirking. "Give me a minute and I'm gonna get to you." She said taking hold of Callie's hand.
Callie brought the woman's hand to her lips. "I'm good, I'm great" she assured, taking a step back, not leaving any room for negotiation.
"Seriously?"
"Seriously" She confirmed, smiling. Tonight she was in control and she wanted to enjoy that more than she wanted to enjoy an orgasm. "Thanks for this. I had a great time."
"I think I should be thanking you." the woman replied, matching Callie's smile.
"Come on" Callie chuckled, "I'll walk you inside."
The woman smirked and shook her head disbelievingly. Then she pushed up off the wall, straightened her clothes and came to stand next to her.
"Do you think your friends are still in there?" Callie asked as they started walking.
"What do you mean by still, they are just getting started."
"Cool."
They came to a stop in front of the bar.
"I can drop you off somewhere else if you want." Callie offered, halting her hand on the doors handle.
"Nah, I'll go in, thanks." She replied, taking a step forward.
"Okay."
Callie pulled open the door, leaned in and kissed the woman on her cheek. "I'll see you around then."
The woman nodded, and rested her back on the open door, as Callie started walking away.
"Hey!" The woman called behind her back.
She stopped and turned around.
"I don't even know your name." the woman yelled.
"Callie." She yelled back.
"I'm Jessica."
"Nice to meet you Jessica."
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The next morning, found Callie waking up and taking a long hot shower. Too long a shower, she realized looking at her watch, that made her late despite her having woken up 15 minutes early.
She stepped out of her house and in less than a minute walked into the lobby of the hospital, living across the street from work had its advantages. The view inside quickly halted her steps.
The hall was filled with hundreds of people; Doctors, nurses, health care professionals, even people from the cleaning crew were standing close together, looking up at the chief, who was standing on the stairs, making a speech of some kind.
"…some new, some old, each and every one of you have touched my life for the better…"
She hadn't realized that the chief's goodbye speech was going to be today. Cursing herself, she looked around, trying to spot some friends but the task seemed nearly impossible. All she could see were the indistinguishable backs of a bunch of tightly huddled heads.
"…For more than 35 years, Seattle Grace Hospital has been my home…"
She took a step to the right, and then two to the left, trying to squish her way into the crowd, without pulling too much attention onto herself.
"…the time has come that I leave this sacred place and go be with my family…"
She spotted Christina by the gift store and started moving towards her.
"we have seen greatness even in the worst of times, greatness has walked these halls…"
When she came to a stop next to her, Christina gasped in surprise, her eyes widening in what seemed like worry, and moved close to her. "Callie, where have you been?" She whispered quickly. "I tried to call you a million times." She looked around nervously. "Left you like ten messages."
"My phone was switched off. I told you I was going to my parents, wrote you an email before I left, didn't you get it?" she asked quietly, covering her mouth with her hand not to be seen talking. "You are not going to believe who I saw the other day" she said under her breath, looking up at the chief who kept on speaking.
"…I thank you for all that you have given me." He was saying, his eyes misty.
"Callie, listen to me, I have to tell you something." Christina rushed, but Callie kept on talking. "Guess. Just guess."
"Callie" Christina tried once again. But Callie wasn't listening, "You'll never guess."
"Most of you know her through her many publications, through her invaluable contributions to her field. Some of you have met her and some have even had the chance to work with her…"
"Cal!" Christina cried a little too loudly and a few heads turned towards them in annoyance. Finally feeling self conscious, Callie took a step to the side and whispered, "Sshh, we'll talk later"
"…she is the most principled surgeon I know and we are lucky to have her. I am sure that you will welcome her in the manner that she deserves …"
Christina took hold of her arm and tried to reclaim her attention. "Callie, listen! You need to listen to me." She hissed but Callie wasn't listening to her anymore, she was listening to the chief. Her brows knitted in concentration, she moved forward to hear better and spotted a patch of blonde hair partially hidden by a column.
"…I leave you in good hands. It is with great pleasure that I introduce, the recipient of countless awards, the creator of the acclaimed Hahn Method, a world-class cardiothoracic surgeon and"
Callie gasped, and as understanding started sinking in, felt the blood draining from her face. She could feel her hands grow cold as well and for a fleeting second wondered where all her blood was going. Perhaps it was leaving her body through her toes, along with her capability of speech, movement and rational thought. She just stood there, her eyes following the woman's movements on their own accord. Trembling she felt her knees go weak as
the tall, blonde, blue eyed woman took the stage next to the chief, who announced loudly;
"your next chief of surgery, Dr. Erica Hahn."
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Continued....