Fic: The Shower In the Shower
Title: The Shower In the Shower
Author: BlackIndiaInk
Rating: R maybe a tad more
Disclaimer: Author does not own the characters and intends no infringement. No profit was made from this work.
Summary: Arizona vanquishes her problems with a shower while it's raining outside.
A/N: Amanda made me some fantastic icons (see my new user pic!) and I was inspired to write her a drabble. It kind of resembles the themes in my other fics but I keep revisiting these small encounters where the reasons that Callie and Arizona are together become clear. Excuse the repetitive nature.
Rolling thunder raged over the city and the sky dispersed its liquid contents onto the denizens of existence who flowed from one activity to the next in a desperate attempt to live. It seemed like the hardest thing to do in the world, this living. It was terribly hard to get it right. If there was even a right and a wrong to it. Rivulets of liquid life, giving power to the world, saturated the ground in alarming quantities even for this usually wet clime.
She felt water slide down her back at a vastly different temperature than it was hitting those outside. The apartment had a fantastic never ending supply of hot water that she valued above most every thing else at that moment. She needed the warmth to wake her from the cold slumber that her brain was still drowning in and to protect her from the dreams that still gripped her body tightly.
Blonde strands clumped together and stuck to her neck reminding her that she was trying out her new shampoo that morning. It was those little inconsequential anticipations that allowed her to find the way through a tangled web of beating pain that fluttered beneath her chest in moments of recall. It was time that caused the effect. That flattened her against the findings that presented themselves for her inspection. The absence of once counted upon figures that poked at her ribs and wormed their way into her mind's waiting room.
She picked up the rather expensive shampoo and opened the cap. The scent wafted through the steam and cut through the smell of clean to bring back the anticipation. She squeezed the bottle slowly, enjoying the feeling of cold contrast against her palm. The bottle was set aside in favor of massaging the soap into her hair and scalp. She took her time and suspended the day in the arms of simple pleasure.
She leaned back into the heated water letting it rinse away the work she had just done. The splating sound caused by gobs of suds hitting the porcelain tub sounded like completion. With her eyes still closed she reached behind her for the conditioner but her appendage found air where the bottle should be. When her hand ran into the shower door her eyes opened to find the source of the disappearance but there was no answer for her.
She came as a revelation. The strong hands, that in the line of their owner's vocation manipulated some of the hardest substances that nature planted in the human body, moved through her hair. They were accompanied by the feeling of naked breasts sliding, slick and wet, against her shoulder blades. A tingle manifested, created by the merest graze of dark curls against her butt. She felt cold against her scalp as the formerly missing conditioner was worked through her hair by those hands, full of promise and release.
The sounds she produced were eaten up by the violent cacophony of the hard jets but Callie could feel the vibrations of sound rumbling through her partner. She had no need for deep pondering over her what she did. She became the actions without envisaging them in advance, embodying what Arizona required in a companion.
Callie was alacrity. She was far from thoughtless but her personality directed action and vim instead of the careful consideration that ruled Arizona's disposition. They were the antithesis of each other, which settled their affinity snugly into equanimity.
Callie's hands moved to her shoulders, massaging the muscles underneath her skin in slow arcs of motion. Her head dropped back unbidden and immediately Callie stepped forward to support it with her chest.
She felt the protrusion of Callie's clavicle rub against the top of her head. Small suds were transferred from blond hair to tan skin as she moved around to stand facing her lover. Speech would despoil the moment so each woman kept communication on the level of gazes and motion.
One perfect movement forward created the apex of a physical reaction between lips that grazed each other until firmly claiming all the territory they touched. Arizona imbued the kiss with the regalia of their mutual feelings, assured that Callie followed her in their parade of loving gestures.
Author: BlackIndiaInk
Rating: R maybe a tad more
Disclaimer: Author does not own the characters and intends no infringement. No profit was made from this work.
Summary: Arizona vanquishes her problems with a shower while it's raining outside.
A/N: Amanda made me some fantastic icons (see my new user pic!) and I was inspired to write her a drabble. It kind of resembles the themes in my other fics but I keep revisiting these small encounters where the reasons that Callie and Arizona are together become clear. Excuse the repetitive nature.
Rolling thunder raged over the city and the sky dispersed its liquid contents onto the denizens of existence who flowed from one activity to the next in a desperate attempt to live. It seemed like the hardest thing to do in the world, this living. It was terribly hard to get it right. If there was even a right and a wrong to it. Rivulets of liquid life, giving power to the world, saturated the ground in alarming quantities even for this usually wet clime.
She felt water slide down her back at a vastly different temperature than it was hitting those outside. The apartment had a fantastic never ending supply of hot water that she valued above most every thing else at that moment. She needed the warmth to wake her from the cold slumber that her brain was still drowning in and to protect her from the dreams that still gripped her body tightly.
Blonde strands clumped together and stuck to her neck reminding her that she was trying out her new shampoo that morning. It was those little inconsequential anticipations that allowed her to find the way through a tangled web of beating pain that fluttered beneath her chest in moments of recall. It was time that caused the effect. That flattened her against the findings that presented themselves for her inspection. The absence of once counted upon figures that poked at her ribs and wormed their way into her mind's waiting room.
She picked up the rather expensive shampoo and opened the cap. The scent wafted through the steam and cut through the smell of clean to bring back the anticipation. She squeezed the bottle slowly, enjoying the feeling of cold contrast against her palm. The bottle was set aside in favor of massaging the soap into her hair and scalp. She took her time and suspended the day in the arms of simple pleasure.
She leaned back into the heated water letting it rinse away the work she had just done. The splating sound caused by gobs of suds hitting the porcelain tub sounded like completion. With her eyes still closed she reached behind her for the conditioner but her appendage found air where the bottle should be. When her hand ran into the shower door her eyes opened to find the source of the disappearance but there was no answer for her.
She came as a revelation. The strong hands, that in the line of their owner's vocation manipulated some of the hardest substances that nature planted in the human body, moved through her hair. They were accompanied by the feeling of naked breasts sliding, slick and wet, against her shoulder blades. A tingle manifested, created by the merest graze of dark curls against her butt. She felt cold against her scalp as the formerly missing conditioner was worked through her hair by those hands, full of promise and release.
The sounds she produced were eaten up by the violent cacophony of the hard jets but Callie could feel the vibrations of sound rumbling through her partner. She had no need for deep pondering over her what she did. She became the actions without envisaging them in advance, embodying what Arizona required in a companion.
Callie was alacrity. She was far from thoughtless but her personality directed action and vim instead of the careful consideration that ruled Arizona's disposition. They were the antithesis of each other, which settled their affinity snugly into equanimity.
Callie's hands moved to her shoulders, massaging the muscles underneath her skin in slow arcs of motion. Her head dropped back unbidden and immediately Callie stepped forward to support it with her chest.
She felt the protrusion of Callie's clavicle rub against the top of her head. Small suds were transferred from blond hair to tan skin as she moved around to stand facing her lover. Speech would despoil the moment so each woman kept communication on the level of gazes and motion.
One perfect movement forward created the apex of a physical reaction between lips that grazed each other until firmly claiming all the territory they touched. Arizona imbued the kiss with the regalia of their mutual feelings, assured that Callie followed her in their parade of loving gestures.