Promise 1/1
Title: Promise
Pairings/Character: Callie/Addison
Rating: NC17
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Summary: Well, I was feeling melancholy. I miss my caddie, so I wrote smut. I hope people out there remember my OTP and still want to read them. Enjoy.
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I’ll bathe you in the crystal light
That sleeps between my thighs
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It starts as one of those fights they often have. The loud fights that are annoying to their friends, and that go mostly ignored now because they’re used to seeing them. And because they now that they will eventually end in a day. Two, tops.
They both yell. Mostly about things that go way back and that are mostly just not important anymore. Things like--the time Addison took way too long to introduce Callie as her girlfriend to an old ex-boyfriend. Or…the time Addison said ’I love you’ first, and Callie kind froze for a minute. Or twenty. And then walked out the door.
They are silly, trivial things that have been placed on a mental shelf somewhere, collecting proverbial dust as they wait to be picked up by either woman to be utilized during a silly argument. Like this one.
They end soon enough. This time is no different.
“I’m sorry.” Addison cries, pressing her tear stained face against Callie’s in a wet and salty kiss as the two women stand in the middle of the living room that Callie used to share with Cristina and now shares with the redhead.
It didn’t take long after Cristina moved out, and in with Owen, before Addison decided Callie needed a roommate that didn’t sleep in the room across the living room.
“I’m so sorry.” She pleads again, her sobs silenced by Callie’s own apologetic kisses that turn a little more demanding with every purse and push of either’s lips, “I didn’t mean it.” Addison repeats for what seems, the fourth time in the past ten minutes, as she pushes Callie’s jacket off her shoulders and pushes her against whichever wall is closer. She’s not too picky, nor paying much attention to details.
Callie grunts and sniffles while her hands, shaky and inpatient, search under Addison’s layered garments for skin to touch. Her only reply to her lover’s apologies, is more kissing. More kissing that involves a nip here and there to her lip, a long swipe of her tongue against hers, tug at her narrow hips until they’re pressed against her own shapely ones. Her tears are now almost dry trails of moisture on her cheeks as lips part with her won and move along her collarbone--that little invisible button that always manages to make her eyes flutter shut every time it’s touched just so and her back arches against the wall with a release of a heavy breath while long, thin fingers tug desperately at her belt loop and her skin starts to tingle.
Addison mumbles her I love yous against Callie’s pulse point as she frees her from the confinement of her jeans and slips a hand securely under the thin layer of cotton panties, craving the wetness, and softness of Callie’s delicate folds. She sighs at hearing a low, throaty moan in her ear and she replies with a circle of her thumb against the slightly swollen nub, hips circling against her touch.
Callie moans and lets her head fall back against the wall with a soft thud. Her legs start to shake a little and she softly pants incoherently. Addison must under stand that she can’t hold her weight up because, with her lips glued to hers again, she lowers them onto the floor and Callie finds herself pinned down against the wooden floor, Addison’s mouth latched onto her neck, three fingers knuckle deep inside her, thrusting smoothly, but firmly in and out. In. And out. In a slow pace that forces Callie’s knees up to wrap her legs around the redhead’s waist while her shirt is being pushed up until they manage to somehow rid of the offending garment without shifting an inch.
Addison licks and nibbles at Callie’s breasts while she braces herself with one arm and pumps into Callie with the other. She hears her pant and feels her shift under her as she pulls roughly at the button of her dress pants and asks for no permission and offers no warning before slipping two fingers of her own inside Addison’s silky center. She’s wet and already pulsing around her digits as she pushes them deeper and the feeling alone makes her body shiver. Eyes closed in euphoria, back arched, hips thrusting upward and her forearm flexing as she thrusts and curls her fingers upward inside Addison, she lifts her head just enough to lick and bite down on her shoulder, satisfied with the loud groan she receives in return.
Addison gasps as she feels her hair being tugged and moans into an intensifying kiss that is painful and will most likely will leave a mark. One of Callie’s hand is a fist in her hair while the other moves firmly and confidently inside her. She knows her body too well and when she hits that spot slightly to the right, she has to stop a second to gather her thoughts and stop the lights she sees behind her eyelids just enough to continue her ministrations on Callie.
She shifts the arm she’s using to brace herself, moving it a little higher as she angles her hips so that she can thrust into Callie a little harder, all the while, Callie meets her every thrust with a matching pace.
Their eyes are leveled and they both struggle to keeps their eyes open.
It only a couple more minutes for their movements to become a little more desperate, their thrusts more forceful, their moans becoming cries of pleasure as Addison’s legs part a little more, spreading Callie’s in the process and forcing both women to gasp in unison.
Callie grunts at the change in contact and pulls Addison down against her lips again, her hand tangled in the silky strands of red hair a moan is released against her mouth and hips are pushing forcefully against her hand while her own orgasm builds quickly. It seems to build in one growing nerve at the small of her back until it explodes and expands throughout her body and every nerve seems to expand as she clings to Addison tightly while she tenses above her, herself, grunting and moaning against Callie’s shoulder until they’re both settled and limp against one another.
Addison hates this part. The part where she’s catching her breath under or above--this time above--Callie and she has to admit that she was wrong. That she was the one that messed up. But the body under her is too warm, the skin too soft to even think about losing and she decides she doesn’t care because it’s so worth it. So, she lifts her head, her hair sticking to her face as she licks her lips and makes an attempt at a deep breath in between panting.
Lazy, sated eyes meet hooded, satisfied brown ones in a soft smile and a series of short, soft kisses that are meant to soothe as Addison sifts slowly off Callie with a soft moan and a sigh when fingers slips carefully from in between sweat slick thighs that instantly entwine against the other again.
“I love you.” Callie tells her as she reaches out to smooth her hair out of her face.
“I’m sorry.” Addison replies simply before dropping yet another kiss on her lover’s lips.
“Yeah, I got that.” Callie says teasingly, tapping her index finger softly over Addison’s lips, “I’m sorry, too.”
Addison blinks back and tries very hard not to look shocked, “You are?”
Callie laughs and takes a deep breath, “Yes.”
Addison stops for a minute, her eyes glued to Callie’s as she studies every flicker and glint before a smile slowly forms, “I don’t think you’re a crazy, hormonal mess.”
“You don’t?”
“No.” She sighs, her eyes drifting lower, as does her hand until they’re both resting on the brunette’s just barely swollen stomach, “I think you’re beautiful.”
Callie smiles. Really smiles. Teeth and all, and that’s all Addison needs from this woman who’s carrying her child. They’re child. But then she says it, “You’re beautiful.” It’s simple and, she’s heard it before, but she can’t help it if this is the only person that has ever made her believe it. She smiles a little wider, plants a kiss on her lover’s full lips and quickly pulls her tightly into her arms, kissing the top of her head once there. She breathes her in and closes her eyes, “We must look pretty silly, laying on living room floor. Half naked.”
Callie sighs and snuggles closer. “Who cares. We’re alone.”
“Yeah, we are.”
FIN
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P.S: Also, I don’t’ know why I’m doing this, but I’m in the mood, so take advantage. Whoever guesses the artist that sings the song to which the verse at the top of the fic belongs to, I will write a oneshot for said person. Anything. Whatever pairing you want. If anyone’s reading this and if anyone cares lol. This is my way of musically educating my online friends. Get me a you tube link to the song so that I know you heard it. You will love it. It’s a treat for you, really. I will be posting an update to one of the fics I’m working on currently. If no one’s guessed the artist by then, I’ll post the song with the next update. You get one clue. The title of this fic, is the name of the song lol. Let’s hope I’m not talking to no one.