Teach Her

Author's Note: This is for my darling girlfriend. Happy birthday love!!
Also it's not beta'd so don't bother me.


At nine Cristina’s apartment was dark and quiet with one of the residents busy having her intern practice stitching on a banana. But, of course, all things have to come to an end including periods of silence and at 9:06 p.m. Cristina’s front door flew open. In stumbled two people too busy exploring each others mouth with their tongues, trying to rip clothing off and way too busy to look at where they were going.

“Cristina,” moaned one voice while the other was busy moving the orthopedic surgeon towards the small living room.

The cardiothoracic surgeon yanked off Callie’s jacket, tossing it to the floor and her own soon followed.

“Don’t care,” Erica playfully growled as she moved her new lover back towards the couch. Unfortunately, neither female saw Callie’s discarded jacket in the darkness. Before either knew anything the two were tangled in a heap on the carpeted floor. At first the pair began to curse and groan in pain. Then it became laughter as they realized their folly and soon became silence as they resumed their heated kisses. As they separated Callie started to untangle herself from Erica’s legs but soon found herself resting on floor with the blonde haired, blue eyed beauty hunched over her with a grin.

“Well the Chief did say that I need to become a better teacher.” Stated the heart doctor as she nuzzled her neck. “So Ms. Torres I’m going to show you to have fun, sans the penis.”

Stunned at Erica’s words Callie placed her hands over blondes and turned her head so she could stare at Erica in shock, replaying her lovely conversation with Addison Montgomery and her proclamation of being a big fan of penis, “You heard?”

Eric chuckled and moved her head so that smug blue eyes stared at wide brown ones. “I like to think about Seattle Grace as just another high school with the exception that in order to pass the grade you gotta save a life. And just like in high school rumors and gossip flies around.”

And as soon as she heard the word “gossip” the two minutes of awkwardness finally made sense. “And somehow that one little line that I told to a friend who was only here for a couple of days got to you?”

“Well she did pull me aside…”

“I’m going to kill her.” Callie let go of Erica’s hands and rolled towards her jacket, causing the other surgeon to shift her body around while the orthopedic surgeon reached towards her phone. Her grab for the phone was intercepted by the woman who was currently straddling her waist when Erica seized Callie’s moving hands and holding them in place above her head.

“And where do you think you’re going?” Erica leaned over until the two were nose to nose.

“To scream at a neonatal surgeon in Cali who likes to dabble into other people’s affairs.”

“After the lesson Ms. Torres,” replied the surgeon as her hands went to edge of Callie’s shirt and this time she was able to slowly lift it up kissing any exposed skin she could find. Soon the shirt was on the floor and forgotten. Eric kissed a path from her navel up her stomach, and eventually got to her neck where she began to lick and suck at the exact spot where she felt her pulse.

With a mouth gentle sucking at one of her sensitive spots Callie let out a groan and arched her body while Erica’s lips began picking other places on her throat to assault, her hands to busy trying to get her pants off. Finally the button got loose and soon after a pair of jeans was lost to the sea of the wooden floor of the living room. Seconds later shoes and socks joined the jeans and Erica sat back looking at almost naked beauty lying before her in.

“Silk, silk and a thong.” The blonde traced a circle around one of Callie’s clothed nipples eliciting a soft moan from the dark haired beauty. “I’m starting to believe that planned this all along.”

“Actually it was for Slo-” But before she could finish her sentence Erica had covered her mouth with a stern look.

“Ah! Rule number one: Thou shall not say the man-whore’s name whilst love making.”

“Really? What other rules are there?”

“Well that’s the only written rule. “You’ll have to figure out the others on your own.”
Once more the were nose to nose, heated breath mingling before Erica placed a long searing kiss on Callie’s lips. The other woman responded the only way she knew how, by moaning and arching towards Erica who then quickly reached under Callie and undid the bra strap and took it off still in their kissing. They broke away gasping in much needed oxygen, and stared at each other before Erica made quick work of the thong and for the second time that night Erica sat back.

The scene in front of her was breathtaking. There laid Calliope Torres face flushed her breast rising and falling with every inhale and exhale, from her slim stomach down to the neatly trimmed triangle of hair that pointed to the prize. She didn’t have the appearance of the muse he was named after. No, to Erica she looked more like the sun kissed goddess.

“Erica…please.”

And it was rude to keep a goddess waiting. She placed her hands on the side of her face mimicking her previous actions before kissing the dark haired woman gaining access to her mouth and exploring her mouth. A hand went down tracing a teasing path down to her breasts before gently flicking the cinnamon colored nipple. Her mouth traveled down and claimed Callie’s with her mouth sucking on it until Callie moaned her name before giving the other nipple the same treatment.

Happy with the request Erica gently kissed her lover on the lips before thrusting two fingers inside feeling Callie wrapped around her. The surgeon groaned at the wonderful feeling her breast rocking in time with Erica’s thrusts. Erica grinned, licking up and down Callie’s neck as her legs became vices around her waist.

“Oh yes!” Tears in her eyes, Callie came hard, harder than anytime she was with Mark, her nails digging into the flesh of Erica’s back. When the tremors ceased Erica wiped the tears from her eyes before kissing the edges of her mouth.

“Now you can scream at Addison.” Erica rolled off of her and stood on her knees about to get up when a hard pull cause her to tumble back onto floor now with Callie’s naked body on top of her.

Before Erica could do anything her shirt and pants were lost to the décor of the living room and she laid there in her skivvies on the small rug looking up at Callie whose eyes held a multitude of mixed emotions.

It’s a good thing you went first. She kissed again, this time for longer, gently stroking her tongue over Erica's lips. The other woman allowed her access, and Callie delved her tongue in, wrestling with Erica's until she came up for air. After a light nip on Janet's bottom lip Callie kissed a line down Erica’s throat and between small licks and brief kisses she finally arrived at Erica's clothed breast. Callie slowed at the feel of the rapidly hardening nipple and made several passes over the tight bud with her lips, occasionally stroking it with her tongue.

“Baby,” whined the blonde, “Please no teasing.”

“Take it off.” Callie watched as Erica frantically unclasped her bra and threw it to a corner of the room before she pressed her lips to Erica’s breast flicking the nipple with her tongue. Erica’s hands found their home in long dark tresses in Callie’s hair bringing her closer to her chest. Callie continued to map the cream colored skin taking the now harden nipple into her mouth and sucked on it gently, causing Erica to squirm and tighten her hold on Callie’s hair. She stole a glance at her lover who looked up a mischievous look in her eyes as she released one nipple and went to the next one giving it the same attention that she received.

Suddenly Callie let go of the nipple and kissed a trail down Erica’s stomach feeling the hidden abs on her stomach and dipping her tongue in the blonde’s bellybutton causing her to squeal and rapt Callie lightly on the head. Callie kissed the same spot before continuing the trail of kisses down until she met the edge of light blue panties. Before she could saw anything Erica arched her hips up, wiggled her ass. Callie could only laugh as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband and the fabric raining kisses down the woman’s thighs before disposing of the garment. The proud and aggressive Erica was reduced to a blushing, self-conscious woman as she covered her womanhood while caring and friendly Callie turned into a lusty determined and aggressive person as she pried Erica’s hands away from her prize and stared at it hungrily.

As Callie stared Erica knew what was going to happen next feeling Callie’s hands travel down from her waist to her inner thighs. She bit her lip and looked at the cloudy brown eyes and the dopey grin that was on Callie’s face before her hand finally reached it’s finally destination and two fingers slid in easily. The intrusion caused her to moan and throw her head back against the carpeted floor. The pace of the thrusts was erratic. Tall tell signs of a novice. Erica reached down and caught Callie’s wrists before moving it, and her fingers in and out at a more steady pace. Getting the message Callie slowly plunged in and out of her at a steady pace. Erica opened her mouth wanting to tell Callie to go faster, wanting to tell her how good it felt, wanting to tell her how much she loved her. The only thing that came out from the blonde’s mouth was a loud incoherent gasp. Warmth passed through her body spreading from her pelvis to the rest of her body. She arched her body feeling her clit being rubbed but what she felt was much softer than a finger and much wetter….

‘Oh my…’ Another howl of pleasure as Callie again ran her tongue over the sensitive nub that made Erica moan and arch her back. The hands in her hair paused her face closer and she got a strong whiff of her juices.

“Callie… I…I’m… going to….”

Unknowingly Callie arched her fingers up and with that and her tongue on Erica’s clit caused her world to explode. She gasped breathlessly as a strangled cry left her throat. Callie repositioned herself next to the still shaking blonde who now had tears in her eyes.

“What’s wrong?”

“I love you.”

“Oh honey,” she hugged Erica tightly, kissing her forehead, “I love you too.”

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It was beginning of a surprisingly nice day in Seattle. The birds were singing; the sky was sunny, breaking the normal cloudy streak at 67 days and for once Cristina Yang’s life nothing could break her spirit even though she came in at 3 in the morning. When her alarm clock at 6 went off she leapt out of bed and shut the noisy nuisance off. As the young resident put on a pair of sock to protect her feet from the cold floor she replayed yesterday’s event in her head the surgery, listening to the Chief scold Hahn and finally sticking up for herself by cursing out Hahn during the surgery. She walked into the small living room and the aroma of eggs and bacon hit her nose. Callie must feeling well herself cause she never wakes up this early to cook. The resident looked into the living room and saw a lump of dark colored hair peek out from a large beige blanket. But if Callie was still sleeping then who….?

She peeked into the kitchen and had to rub her eyes to make sure she wasn’t still dreaming. There, in her kitchen, stood Seattle Grace's Head of Cardiothoracic Surgery, Dr. Erica Hahn, dressed in an old “I love Florida!” T-shirt and gray shorts that stopped right above her knees, who was busy moving around some eggs in the skillet on the stove with a spatula.

Suddenly Cristina felt all her happiness turn into dread and fear. This had to be a dream. There was only one reason why Hahn was here. She was going to kill her. Slowly the paranoid resident walked back away from the “homicidal” surgeon and towards her room. Unfortunately while thinking about the horrible way in which the blonde was going to end her life Cristina didn’t see the randomly discarded beige coat on the floor and tripped on it causing her to fall on the floor. The sudden noise caused Hahn to look behind where she saw Cristina on the floor staring right at her with a ‘doe caught in headlights’ expression.

“Morning Cristina,” she calmly greeted the scared resident before turning her attention back to cooking the food.

“Umm… Hahn,” Cristina was still stunned as why the blonde doctor was in her kitchen, “Why are you here?”

“Couldn’t find my house keys yesterday so Callie let me stay for the night. Now I make breakfast as a Thank you,” replied the cardiothoracic surgeon who was shuffling around in the kitchen for plates and forks and cups.

“So your not here to kill me,” asked Cristina as she got up from the floor.

“At first as was mad especially during the surgery and when I got chewed out by Webber about the way I was treating you but in the end he was right. I’m stuck with you whether I like it or not.”

“Hand me the OJ.” Cristina scurried over to the fridge and grabbed and almost dropped the carton of orange juice before handing it to the blonde. With glasses, plates and utensils on one arm and food and orange on the other, the doctor started looking more like a waitress than a surgeon as she slowly walked towards Callie’s sleeping form.

So how about it Cristina,” she stopped and asked balancing the five things in her arms, “Start on a new leaf?”

“Yes Dr. Hahn,” said the elated resident. Finally she would learn what she needed, no, wanted to learn by the best at Seattle Grace.

“Cristina, it’s Erica when you don’t see me in scrubs.” Cristina just nodded before scurrying into the bathroom.

Erica Hahn was being nice to her. No, Erica-aggressive- no-nonsense-Cristina-hating-Hahn was being nice to her.

‘It’s official.' She thought cowering in the bathtub. 'Judgment Day is upon us.’