Author: FLG PM
Sequel to Blaze- Fire. Love. Both move in intricate patterns of controlled chaos, consuming everything in their path. When that happens, you either run or face it head on. Fire fighters, Callie and Arizona, are prepared to take on both.Rated: Fiction T - English - Humor/Drama - Arizona R. & Callie T. - Chapters: 4 - Words: 8,728 - Reviews: 82 - Favs: 59 - Follows: 189 - Updated: 02-14-13 - Published: 12-12-12 - id: 8790907
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AN: Hey, everyone. I'm finally back. This is the sequel to Blaze. I gotta admit, I'm pretty stoked to be back in this little universe. This fic picks up just a few months after the last story ended. Heads up number one, I officially rated this fic as T, but it will be M. I just didn't want anyone who read the first one to miss out if they have a filter on. Heads up number two, this one will be a little darker than the first one…it just worked out that way (as did another, more unfortunate, aspect, which I will discuss later, so I don't give anything away). Well, I don't really have anything else to say at the moment, so I hope you enjoy…
On this particular day, my bed is missing a specific piece of perfection but in all other ways, is perfect. Perfectly cocoon-y. Perfectly delicious smelling. Perfectly-
"Calliope, your seven warnings are gone. I need you to get up now." I love her voice, but the words are highly irritating, right now.
Deciding on the path of most maturity, I lay completely still, pretending to be so deep in slumber, that I couldn't possibly hear her. Genius.
"Calliope, just how clueless do you think I am?" At this, a small smile tugs at my lips, probably, causing her to add, "Nevermind…Did I forget to mention that I'm naked?"
My eyelids threaten to betray me as they strain with desperation to reveal the teased image. But, I know her too well and stand firm, refusing to acknowledge that morning has arrived. So, keeping my eyes closed, I finally speak, "You don't sound naked."
"What do you mean, I don't sound naked?" I can practically hear her crossing her arms and smirking at me.
Blindly shrugging, I answer, "You have a naked voice, I like that voice. You don't have it now, so I know you're lying."
After a long pause, a dramatically low and alarmingly masculine voice assaults my ears, "Calliope, I'm naked, so get up."
Unbidden giggles burst from me, the strange voice completely surprising me, "Um, no."
"That's not it?" She asks lightly, her tone twinkling with mischief.
"I'm absolutely certain that I don't want to see that person naked. Try again." I snuggle deeper into the covers, hoping that if I keep the game going, she'll forget what she was originally trying to do.
I snort as another ridiculous accent bombards my ears. "Calliope, my sweet, get out of bed and witness me in all my naked glory!"
The bed trembles under the force of my laughter. Never opening my eyes, I gasp, "That sounded more like Horny Wicked Witch of the West! Thanks, but I'll pass."
Arizona lets out an adorable chuckle, "Fine, how am I supposed to sound?"
"Naked." I'm not dumb enough to take that bait.
"Oh, my, God, Calliope…" Arizona sighs.
"Yes, sometimes that's how you sound when you're naked. You're getting closer." I smirk, thrilled with the turn the morning has taken.
I am so wrapped up in giving myself mental pats on the back, that I don't even notice her move until hot breath caresses my ear lobe and a sultry whisper surrounds me, "Calliope, I'm not naked, but I promise that if you show me those sexy brown eyes and get ready for work, I'll make it worth your while."
Unable to breathe correctly or resist the control my fiancée has over me, I crack one eye open. Gorgeous blonde hair and charming dimples greet me. "Totally, worth it," I utter in appreciation. I may love to sleep, but I love to see her even more. Smiling widely, I concede, "Now, that, was a nice naked voice. Good morning."
Arizona rolls her eyes before placing a quick kiss on my puckered lips, "It's been morning for a while now, and if you don't get a move on, we're going to be late and the captain is going to yell."
As we power walk up to the station, I turn to Arizona, "Ok, here's the game plan. We hit traffic, that's why we're late."
Squeezing my hand linked with hers, she scoffs, "And, once again, your criminal prowess astounds me."
Before I can reply, we slip through the door of Station 17, attempting to enter unnoticed. "Robbins, Torres!" The Captain's booming voice freezes us on the spot.
Arizona turns to Webber, "Good morning, Sir."
Webber's eyebrow arches at us, "You're late."
I see my girl start to fidget and a soft blush tinge her cheeks, so I decide to help out, "Uh, Sir, we have a good reason for being late…" When the Captain shifts his focus to me, Arizona shoots me a grateful smile, so I continue, "We're late because Arizona overslept."
As Webber's eyebrows furrow, Arizona shrieks, "Calliope Iphegenia Torres!"
An indelicate snort escapes as I cower and duck from my fiancée's, only slightly playful, slaps, "It's ok! We all have our days, sweetie!" I giggle as I dart down the hall toward the stairway, Arizona hot on my heels, Webber's displeasure completely forgotten.
When we reach the top, we toss our things on our beds and Arizona whirls on me, "That was not cool, Callie."
Smirking, I invade her space and place my hands on her hips, "Aw, don't be mad…did you notice I got us out of trouble?"
Arizona pauses, cocking her head as she considers the statement, "Oh, I guess, you did. But, if you ever try to lay the blame on me again, you're gonna have to get real friendly with your hands, because nobody else is going to touch your lady parts again."
I drop my jaw at her serious tone and very serious threat, "You wouldn't…" Arizona's stare doesn't flinch, "Ok, I understand. It won't happen again."
A small grin decorates her pink lips, "Good."
As we change for our shift, I stop and turn toward Arizona, "Hey, yell my name again."
Arizona arches an eyebrow at me, "Um, Cal, I don't think now is the time…"
Laughing, I repeat, "No, downstairs you yelled my whole name when you were mad…do it again…humor me."
Arizona studies me for a moment, then says loudly, "Calliope Iphegenia Torres."
I wince slightly, then nod and take a breath, "Ok, now, take out my middle name, and…try Robbins, instead of Torres."
Her eyes widen, a little, "What?"
My smile softens, "In five months, I'm going to be your wife, and I want to hear what it would sound like if I changed my name…"
I can see Arizona gulp as she watches me closely, "You want to take my name?"
Shrugging, I drop my eyes, "Honestly, I don't know. But, it's definitely something I've been thinking about…is that ok?"
She's quiet for a few seconds, then a much softer voice tries, "Calliope Robbins."
The sound of her saying my name merged with hers sends a warm chill through my body. I like it. "Yeah, I could get used to that."
"How about Jackson Robbins? And, Alex Robbins? Mark Robbins? Yeah, we should all change our names."
Arizona and I glare at Avery standing in the doorway, "Seriously? Did this seem like a conversation we wanted your input on?"
Rolling her eyes, Arizona turns back to me and places a gentle kiss on my lips, the last moment of 'Callie and Arizona the couple' until we go to bed. "We'll continue this later."
"Yes, ma'am." We head downstairs, each shoulder checking Avery on our way out.
"Well, that was uncalled for, ladies." Avery grumbles as he trots down after us.
"Good morning, boys." I call as we enter the common area. "What's on the agenda for today?"
"Sloan's writing poetry." Karev answers distractedly as he focuses on his XBOX.
"I am not writing poetry…just a letter to go with the flowers I'm sending Stacy." Sloan shoots back as he taps a pen against his scruffy chin.
As Arizona picks up the spare controller to challenge Karev, I sidle up next to Sloan, "Let me see-" I snatch the paper before he even registers what I said. Smirking, I glance at the paper and read, "I like your boobs." Flipping the stationary over, I realize that that is his entire message. Grinning, I drop the paper back on the table, "Good work, Sloan. Pervy and to the point."
"Thank you," He replies as he resumes staring at the paper and chews on the tip of his pen.
"She does have nice boobs…" Arizona comments as she furiously taps buttons on the controller, attempting to destroy Alex.
With five quick strides, I stand in between Arizona and the TV just long enough to hear evidence that Alex took the moment to annihilate Arizona's character. "Callie! You just made me lose!" She glares at me, then huffs, "Your boobs are way better, I was just saying hers are nice. I'm sorry."
Before I can reply, Karev states, "I don't know that Callie's are better than Stacy's…take off your shirt, Torres. Lets settle this."
Arizona immediately swipes a foot at the legs of Karev's chair, sending him crashing to the floor with a yelp. "You may not, under any circumstances, look at or think about her boobs. Understand?" When Alex just groans from the cold tiles, Arizona nods and glances back at the screen. Using a sniper scope to shoot a single shot through Karev's character's crotch, she grins. "I win."
"Do you all believe that you're paid to sit around and play games all day?" Not giving any of us a chance to respond, the captain continues, "No. Get to work." With a stern look to each of us, he unceremoniously exits the common room.
We all sigh and start to move toward our assigned chores for the day, but are interrupted by the beautiful sound of the alarm. We have a fire. In an instant, we all shift from lack luster janitors to fierce and focused fire fighters.
Arizona sprits ahead of everyone and bursts through the garage doors, Avery calling after her, "Whoa, Robbins. Where's the fire?" He giggles at his own hilarity as we all roll our eyes and shove limbs into thick gear.
Arizona barely waits for all of us to get on before she flips on the siren and pulls the massive truck onto the populated Seattle street. Cars part in front of us like the Red Sea, clearing the path for a lead-footed driver. Not only one of the best drivers in the state, but the cutest, as well. A driver that I get to marry in five months. Sloan begins to rattle of the details of the fire we're headed to, causing me to snap out of my internal musings. Life is damn good.
AN: Short and sweet chapter to get back into the swing of things. Let me know what you thought.