Foundations 1/1
Title: Foundations
Rating: NC 17
Pairing: Callie/Arizona
Disclaimer: All characters, events, settings and situations mentioned in this work are sole property of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for profit, in constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context and are not intended to be defamatory or factual in anyway.
Summary: Arizona is having a yard sale, Jackson is friends with Callie, Arizona becomes a little a jealous. Cristina steals money.
Author’s Notes: based completely on ideas that were presented to me by the genius that is ms Chwichety. I decided to put them into one fic. I hope everybody enjoys it. To my little Megan. Because I love her to pieces. This has taken a while because I have been less than happy with the way Callie is portrayed in certain Callie/Arizona fics and that has put me off to writing the pairing, but I have finally finished! I hope it is received well.
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“Here.” Arizona slapped a pink piece of paper down on the table so that Cristina wouldn’t miss it before she took the empty seat next to her.
“What’s this?” Cristina asked as she held the sheet of paper up and away from her with disgust. There were butterflies stickers and, written in an offensively perky font, the words ’YARD SALE’ spat back at her.
“Calliope and I are having a yard sale.” The blonde replied in a sing-song tone that made Cristina cringe. “Well, I am. See, I’m going to tell her I love her, and eventually we’ll move in together and we both have a lot of crap that’s making the imaginary house all a clutter and--she doesn’t want to get rid of her stuff and I don’t want to get rid of my stuff, so we’re compromising. Well, I’m tricking her. She’s compromising. We’re both getting rid of stuff we don’t need or use anymore. Soooo, we’re having a yard sale.” She smiled excitedly. “I haven’t had a yard sale since I was fifteen. My uncle Jimmy was moving to North Carolina because he said he needed a change of scenery and later we found out, he really just went over there to get a sex change--” She laughed and then shook her head, “I’m rambling, but anyway, come. This Saturday.”
Cristina stared back, sneer plastered on her face as she glared back at the blonde, “There are butterflies on this paper.”
“I know, aren’t they cute? They were a present from a patient.”
“Oh good, you gave her a flyer.” Callie stated as she sat between the two women and sliding her food tray on the table, “Pass that around.”
“It’s pink.” Cristina hissed at Callie before dropping the paper back on the table.
“Will you come over early in the morning to help us bring boxes out and stuff?” Callie asked, taking the carrot stick Arizona offered her.
“No.”
“I’ll make you coffee.” Arizona offered.
“No.”
“I’ll make you pancakes--” She further presented, dimples and all, “--and fresh fruit and I’ll SPIKE your coffee.” She nodded enthusiastically.
Cristina rolled her eyes and sighed heavily, “Fine. But I want a cut.”
“Absolutely not.” Arizona replied, her smile never fading.
Callie laughed and shrugged when Cristina looked to her for help.
“I hate lesbians.” Cristina mumbled, just as Jackson, passing by, caught a glimpse of the flyer on the table.
“Oh, who’s having a yard sale?” He asked as he picked up the paper.
“The glitter sisters over there.” Cristina mumbled through a mouthful of yogurt.
He nodded and smiled over at Callie before turning toward Arizona, “Did your patients make these for you, Doctor Robbins?”
She frowned slightly and averted her eyes briefly, “No--I--I did…” She trailed off, looking to Callie for aid.
Callie smiled warmly and leaned over to kiss Arizona’s cheek, “They’re great flyers.”
“Do you need help setting up or anything? I’m off Saturday.” He asked Callie, a playful smile on his lips that Arizona did not see, but Cristina found quite interesting.
“Uh--” Callie replied, “--yeah, that’d be great, thanks.”
“I’ll be there.” He answered, “Great surgery this morning, by the way, Callie. Badass.”
“Thanks.” Callie smiled as the younger Doctor walked off.
“CALLIE??” Cristina exclaimed, incredulous. “He’s calling you CALLIE?”
“What?” Arizona asked, looking up from her phone. “What happened?”
“You just missed your girlfriend being hit on by one of the Mercy Westers.” Cristina informed smartly.
“He was not hitting on me. He’s a nice guy.” Callie cut in shortly.
“A nice HOT guy.” Cristina added with a snort, “He doesn’t waste time. I turned him down, so now he’s going after my roommate. Classy.”
“That hot guy was hitting on you??” Arizona asked worriedly. “Where was I?”
“You were sitting right there but something tells me you often drift off to candy land.” Cristina said bluntly.
“He was not hitting on me!” Callie exclaimed to the two women, “He’s just--a friend. Okay. We’ve hung out a couple of times, that’s all.”
“When?” Both Arizona and Cristina asked in unison before the blonde held her hand up, signaling Cristina to shut up, “When--when did you two have drinks? And why and where was I? And why?”
“Last week. I was waiting for you at Joe’s and then you had that last minute thing--I was about to take off when he offered to buy me a drink and we played a round of darts. And then I ran into him again on Monday while I was waiting for Mark.” She stopped and looked seriously at her girlfriend, “Do not freak out about this. You do not have to freak out about this.”
“Okay.” Arizona nodded, smile still in place. “I believe you. I just--didn’t know you were making friends with--hot guys who flirt, but that’s okay. New friends are awesome!” She giggled, then mumbled under her breath, “He has pretty eyes.”
“Arizona--” Callie started, a playful smirk on her face as she reached out to caress her hand briefly, “--are you jealous?”
“Nuh-uh.” She shook her head, blonde curls floating about in a frenzy. “Not jealous. I’m perfectly secure and--confident. Do you know why?” She asked as she leaned in close.
“Why?” Callie inquired, playing along as Cristina pretended to gag herself beside them.
“Because I have dimples and blonde hair.” Her voice dropped to whisper as she leaned in even closer until her lips grazed Callie’s ear, “And because I know how to do that thing you like that almost got us caught doing naughty things in the supply closet yesterday because you can’t keep quiet.”
At that, Callie blushed furiously and cleared her throat self consciously as Arizona smiled proudly and stood up as her pager went off, “Oh! I’ve got to go. Spread the word, please.” She said in Cristina’s direction before promptly placing a kiss on Callie’s cheek and bouncing off.
Callie picked up her water bottle and drank quickly as Cristina stared at her incredulously, “What?”
“She is--PROFUSELY like--sweating confetti. It’s mind boggling how you can handle that day in and day out.”
“She’s hot and she’s an animal in bed.” Callie said without missing a beat.
Cristina nodded approvingly, “Good girl.”
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Arizona had tried to let the Jackson thing go. Really, she had. But it was obvious that the guy was only after one thing and Callie, as far as anyone knew, was still at least appreciative of male specimen. And the guy was pretty. Arizona chewed on a piece of gum as she pondered back. Yeah. If she were straight, she’d so be into him. He was Mark Sloan-y. Callie liked big, manly hot guys before she decided she liked blonde girls.
Sure, they’d been together six months now and there had been no indication that Callie might switch back anytime soon or anything. Sure they’d argued, but what couple didn’t? And the sex…the sex was--wow. The sex was WOW with a capital W-O-W. Arizona smiled and blushed a little in recollection and she quickly shook the thought as the door to the lounge swung open and Mark Sloan stepped inside.
“Goldie locks!” He exclaimed warmly as he poured himself a cup of coffee, “How’s the sunny side of the street today? Got a pocket full of stickers and…candy?”
“What do you think of that new kid from Mercy West? Jackson--something.” She asked quickly as he turned to take a seat across her.
“I have no idea who that is. I don’t learn people’s names, they sink in after a while.”
“Jackson, the slutty one who’s a younger version of you.”
“The one that’s been following Callie around like a puppy lately?”
“Yes!” She exclaimed, wide eyed before she leaned conspicuously, “I don’t trust him, and I think it’s inappropriate of Callie to give the poor boy hope, when he clearly does not have a chance in hell.” She said point blankly, then sat back in her seat, nodding anxiously, trying to probe an answer out of her girlfriend’s best friend, “That’s what I think. Don’t you think?”
Mark smirked back, entertained, “Blondie, she is not going to go back to men. Not over that kid.”
Arizona’s jaw dropped and she choked on her words for what seemed like an eternity before finally spitting out in an alarmingly high pitched voice, “I do not think that! Why would you say that?!”
“I’m just saying.” Mark replied with a laugh. “If you two are still having sex--and if I know Callie, you are still having sex--then you have nothing to worry about. And that kid is not the younger version of me. I spit on your comment and I resent you for it. That boy is like…the apprentice. Like…the clone you throw away. The practice shot. He’s tame.”
Arizona simply laughed and shook her head. She hated to admit it, but he did calm her worries. Sort of.
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“I don’t understand why you rent such a big house for just yourself.” Callie inquired as she hauled a box out through Arizona’s kitchen.
“Well--” The blonde replied as she followed suit and walked around the island counter to the freshly brewed pot of coffee, “--after Casey and I broke up, I told myself I’d look for a new place and then I just got lazy and…you know…” She waved her hand offhandedly.
“Right.” Callie nodded, setting the box down and taking a seat at the counter, her eyes averted as she spoke, “The ex. And the--house.”
Arizona stopped after serving two cups of coffee and looked up, eyes smiling at her girlfriend, “Don’t give me that, Calliope.”
“I didn’t say anything!” Callie replied defensively, “I just hope this whole box is the rest of her crap that you’re getting rid of because it’s ugly, old and it takes up space.” She finished with a proud, wide smile an a shrug of her shoulders before pushing the box away an extra inch, “Yuck. Old ex stuff.”
Arizona chuckled and moved around the counter as she shook her head, “I don’t have yucky ex stuff here anymore.” She smiled teasingly as she neared Callie’s seat, “That’s just my old yucky stuff.” Upon reaching her, she leaned in close, pushing her knees apart until she could step between them. She leaned in close and kissed her briefly, “Maybe you could bring some of your pretty new girlfriend things and keep them next to mine for when you spend the night.” She dropped another kiss, “What do you think?” She asked, as her hands slid high up Callie’s thighs and kneaded softly, her thumbs reaching sensitive areas between her legs.
Callie’s lips parted in an involuntary gasp as her back arched and Arizona’s tongue slid against her own. She reached up, her hand reaching soft, blonde curls as she tilted her head to the side and deepened the kiss as Arizona pressed herself against Callie’s chest, one nimble hand already toying with the hem of Callie’s shirt, the tips of her fingers tickling the skin of her stomach.
Callie moaned and pulled away, cheeks flushed as she licked her lips and smiled at the blonde, who was looking more and more like she’d just won a huge bet, “Okay, fine. I’ll bring clothes over.”
“Yay!” Arizona said softly before stealing a softer, more innocent kiss.
“Even though we never stay here anyway.”
“Yeah, well--” She replied as she stole another kiss, “--it’s the principle that counts, so--” she kissed the tip of Callie’s nose, “--bring clothes you don’t wear often. A whole drawer full.” She stared back and for a minute, got lost in pools of brown before desire got the best of her and she leaned in again, this time making sure to force Callie’s legs around her narrow waist as she pressed her lips firmly to the full pout and reached around her hands slipping inside Callie’s back pockets, where the blonde grabbed two handfuls of Callie’s ass and urged her towards the edge of the chair, where Arizona could grind her pelvis against her center.
Callie groaned and further arched her back, breathless and flustered as Arizona pulled away suddenly and smiled back proudly.
“Okay.” Arizona stated, gently tapping Callie’s thighs before stepping back and around the counter, “You’re staying here tonight.”
“Um--” Callie retorted, expectant eyes narrowed at her girlfriend, “--get over here and finish what you started.”
“Calliope, we have a yard sale to tend to.” She replied seriously.
“Yeah, but--you--started it.” Callie mumbled quietly before looking up and offering full on pout and receiving nothing but an ear to ear smile. She sighed heavily and slouched in her seat, “You suck.”
“Maybe tonight.” The blonde replied quickly, just as Cristina entered the kitchen, with Jackson on her tail, leaving Callie to simply glared at her girlfriend in pretend annoyance.
“Look! I found a stray.” Cristina announced as she took a seat beside Callie at the counter.
“I’ve been here since seven.” Jackson added, taking the seat on Callie’s left side, much to Arizona’s chagrin.
“Oh.” Cristina replied offhandedly as Arizona handed her a cup of coffee, “Well, I was sleeping.”
“Cristina!” The blonde scolded, “You were supposed to be emptying out those boxes I gave you!”
“Relax! Little Grey’s got it covered. Owen and her legal guardian are out there with her.” She stated dryly before pulling out a folded magazine from her back pocket, “Oh, look what I picked up at the store the other night--” She started as she dropped the glossy Tattoo magazine on the countertop. “--been thinking about getting a tattoo. But they all look stupid.”
“Ohhhhh god, I want one.” Callie grabbed the magazine and started to scan through it immediately, leaving room for Jackson to look as he leaned in close. “I can never decide, though. I wish I had the guts for something like that.” She pointed at a particular photograph of a man with an armful.
“The pain’s not that bad.” Jackson cut in. “The hardest part is the first land of the needle. The rest is cake.”
“You have tattoos?” Callie asked, intrigued, as Arizona watched the exchange with interest.
“A few, yeah.” He replied, rolling his shirt sleeve up to reveal half a sleeve on his right arm.
“Badass.” Callie uttered, impressed, “Where are the other ones?”
“Uh---I’ll show you some other time.” He replied smugly and Arizona rolled her eyes at the way Callie laughed and continued to gawk at the man’s arm. If she didn’t know any better--well, she didn’t want to think about it.
“Coffee, Jackson?” Arizona cut in, sliding a cup in front of him before he could reply.
“Thanks.”
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“Do you think Jackson’s hot?” Arizona leaned over and asked Cristina as they stood out in the yard while people browsed through the stuff laid out.
“Yes.” Cristina answered without missing a beat, “He’s annoying and smug, but he’s hot. Why?”
“Do you--think Callie thinks he’s hot?”
“I don’t know. She’s never said anything to me. Why?”
“Well--has she told you things about--me and--does she--would you say she brags or complains about our sex life.”
“Definitely brags, are you jealous of Jackson or something?” Cristina asked, suddenly intrigued, “Like, do you think Jackson is trying to hit it, and so, Callie will be all…curious all over again about penis, so she’ll go back?”
“No, of course not!” Arizona exclaimed, looking around to make sure no one was listening, “I don’t think he’s trying to HIT it--”
“Oh, I’m saying, because he totally is. It’s so obvious.”
“Really? You think so?”
“But Callie won’t go for it.”
“Yeah?”
“Please, she can’t see past the glitter goggles. She’s disgustingly sprung on you. You should know that. Jackson’s a drinking buddy, and that’s it. That’s all it’s ever going to be as long as you’re around. Trust me.”
“Hmm--” Arizona nodded, taking a deep breath, the stress rolling off her shoulders immediately. “You’re not so bad at this you know, the friend thing. You’re a good friend to Callie.”
“If you even think about hugging me, I’ll deck you.”
“No hugging, I promise.” Arizona held her hands up in surrender, “I might get you a Christmas present or something, though.”
“Hey, bring it. You should give Jackson a heads up, though, you know. Just--a friendly…man to man talk.”
“I am not a man!”
“You’re not A man. But you’re THE man. Like--come on…” She leaned in to whisper, “--Callie is NOT the man in the relationship.” She said with an added chuckle.
Arizona worried her bottom lip and thought before replying, “What you just said is so politically incorrect, it’s not even funny, and I am insulted, as a lesbian and as a woman and--yeah you’re right I am the man.” She shrugged, “I can have a man to man talk.” She nodded decisively, “Totally. I can totally do this. I’ll be back. Oh, and I saw you sell that old clock for fifty bucks, don’t think I didn’t see you pocket the cash.”
“Uggghhhh! Come on!” Cristina complained as Arizona walked off towards Jackson.
“Hey.” Arizona greeted perkily just as Jackson bid a couple of kids goodbye.
“Oh, hey.” He replied as he reached in his pocket, “Just sold a hundred bucks worth of stuff for ya.” He added before handing Arizona the cash.
“Oh, wow! Thanks!”
“My dad used to be a used car sales man. I learned to haggle from the best.”
“I see that. Thank you.” She nodded, “So, listen, I know you’ve got a little crush on my girlfriend and that’s why you’re here helping out--”
“Oh--” He cut in, “--no, Callie and I are just friends.”
“Oh, it’s okay! I don’t mind you crushing on her. I think it’s kind of cute, actually.”
“Cute?”
“Yeah. But you know--just--I just wanted to let you know that I can tell. And it’s fine. Because I’m secure in my relationship with Calliope so, it’s totally fine. You two can be friends and you and I can be friends. And --you know, it’s cool.”
“…okay.”
“Okay!” She nodded.
“I’m going to--use your bathroom, if that’s okay.”
“Oh, go right ahead!” She smiled, feeling very proud of herself, until she heard the hissing of her name and turned to find a very pissed off looking Callie.
“What the hell was that?” Callie asked, dropping an empty box on the ground as she stepped closer to Arizona. “What you just said to Jackson.”
“Nothing! I was just making peace with him because I know he likes you and--”
“Arizona! We’re friends!”
“I know!” She nodded, “I mean, I was a little worried at first, but I talked to Cristina and I just thought it’d be a good idea to let your friend know--”
“Arizona, no good can come from talking to Cristina.”
“Calliope, it’s okay!” Arizona reassured her, “It’s okay. It was more for me than for you.”
Callie’s features softened and she smiled as she stepped closer and reached out to toy with a stray blond curl, “Were you jealous?”
“Maybe for a minute, but I’ve--settled all of that now.”
“Oh okay.” Callie nodded, leaning forward to steal a kiss.
“You should--” Arizona spoke between kisses, “--check on Cristina.” She kissed her again, “She just pocketed another twenty bucks.”
“Damn it, Cristina--” Callie turned in search of her roommate.
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Later that night, after pizza and beer and a short wrestling match between Callie and Cristina over the money the smaller woman had snatched away throughout the day, Arizona stared proudly at the drawer she had emptied out for Callie, a small stack of Callie’s less than favorite tee shirts occupied it and this made Arizona’s heart full. She smiled and pushed the drawer shut. Waiting a second before opening it again and taking another peek. Just to make sure Callie’s things were still there.
She sighed and shut the drawer before turning towards her bed and crawling onto the mattress before pulling the covers atop herself. She placed her hands promptly on her lap, drumming her fingers as she waited patiently--or impatiently--for Callie to exit the bathroom. She sighed again as her eyes fell upon Callie’s drawer once more and she had to keep herself from getting up to check it again.
She bit her cheek, looked around her bedroom once, twice, and just as she was about to give in to another glance at the drawer, the bathroom door swung open, and out strode Calliope in a navy blue, strappy, silk camisole that stopped where the white boy shorts started. The entire room suddenly smelled like cinnamon and Arizona had forgotten all about the drawer.
“Well, hello.” Arizona greeted happily, her eyes roaming over Callie’s bare legs and arms, her chest. Every inch of skin she could set eyes on. “All clean?”
“Mmhmm.” Callie nodded, pushing her hair back and off her shoulders before climbing onto bed and over to straddle Arizona’s lap, crawling over the blonde’s body slowly until she hovered above her lips. She smiled as their lips grazed, “You smell good.”
“YOU smell good.” Arizona replied, lifting her head to press her lips fully to Callie’s, then again before sitting up, her hands on Callie’s hips as she did so. “You smell REALLY good.” She affirmed as she kissed just under her ear.
Callie sighed as she relaxed and settled on her girlfriend’s lap, “So, tell me about this man to man talk you had with Jackson.”
Arizona froze then, her roaming lips on Callie’s pulse point as she pulled away, eyes wide with shock, lips slightly parted in surprise, “What? Who--” Her eyes strayed as they narrowed to slits in realization, “--Cristina…”
Callie pulled back on the blonde’s lap to brush an invisible strand of hair out of her face as she searched her features briefly and added, “I have to say, I’m a little insulted that you would think that you’re the man in the relationship. I’m SO not the girl.”
Arizona looked up with a bemused smile on her face and a disbelieving air to her tone, “Oh really? Calliope, you are an utter and complete bottom. In every aspect. I’m so the man.”
“I resent that.” Callie glared, her lips in a thin grimace as the blonde leaned in to kiss her.
“Jackson wants to hit it.” Arizona said suddenly, nodding vigorously as she attempted a smile, but failed miserably to seem unaffected by the young Resident, her hands now rubbing Callie’s bare thighs.
Callie laughed then. A full belly laugh that was not amusing to Arizona.
“It’s not funny, Calliope. I understand he’s just a drinking buddy to you, but he looks at you like you’re a tall, cold pitcher of beer and it’s the middle of summer. In the dessert. And he’s thirsty. Very thirsty.”
“Arizona--” Callie choked on her words, “--I don’t even know what to say to that. Why--why does it even matter?”
“What do mean why does it even matter! He’s a man! A good looking man who happens to be just your type, Calliope and--and--I trust you implicitly, but you have to understand where I’m coming from.”
“Well--you’ve never had a problem with Mark and he and I have actually had sex before--”
“Oh, don’t even get me started with that one because we’ll have a BUNCH worms all over this room pretty quickly.” She said flatly, her baby blues averting as she tried, and failed, to sound casual.
“Oh--my god, we are not doing this.” Callie said in that tone that indicated she really wasn’t in the mood as she crawled off Arizona, then, thinking better of it, off the bed, “I’m going to go downstairs and watch TV.”
“Are you mad?!”
Callie turned on her heel and couldn’t help but laugh in utter amazement, “Uh--just a little, yes! Arizona, are you going to do this with every man I’m friends with? Do you need to talk to Alex Karev as well because I’ve had a few drinks with HIM--”
“--you’re friends with Karev?” Arizona asked in a child like manner, clearly perplexed.
“--what about Owen? Do you need to talk to him too? We’ve had some alone time back at the apartment when you and Cristina are working and we’re off. We sit around and have a couple beers, sometimes we order pizza, there have been cards involved, we have a bitching good time!”
“You’re being facetious--”
“--Or--or what about Joe and Walter? We’ve had a few conversations, they invited me to the Pride Fest next month, is that going to be a problem? Or is it just straight men you need to check on before I’m ALLOWED to talk them?”
“Calliope, stop, I get it!”
“Do you, Arizona? DO you get it?!”
“Yes! Stop yelling at me!”
“You stop first! Why are YOU yelling anyway?! I’m the one having my SUITORS interrogated--” She used air quotes along with the word ’suitors’ and ran her hands anxiously through her hair, “--I thought you trusted me--”
“I do!”
“Then why are you grilling my friends?!”
“BECAUSE I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU AND I HAVE A JEALOUS STREAK THAT COMES OUT UNEXPECTEDLY I CAN’T HELP IT!” Arizona shouted, her chest heaving as she breathed heavily from the sudden outburst. She had to glance down to realize her hands were in fists on her lap and she unclenched them self consciously. She unnecessarily pushed her hair behind her ears a couple of times, flattened her palms over the covers over her lap, then looked up at the ceiling as she guiltily said under her breath, “I’m sorry.”
An inevitable smile formed ever so slowly on Callie’s lips and a slow, steady, long breath escaped her lips as she watch the adorable blonde sitting in the large king size bed, eyes to the ceiling, bottom lip between her teeth. Her heart swelled at the first confession of love she’s ever really felt was real and she asked softly, “Did you just tell me you love me?”
“Yes.” Arizona sighed as her hand flew to her eyes, shielding herself from more humiliation she mumbled, “I’m sorry. It was supposed to be romantic--preferably after really awesome--great GREAT sex and not while we’re yelling at each other. I’m so sorry, Calliope.”
“Damn it.” Callie whispered, slowly reaching for the hem of her top, “I’m so not mad anymore.”
Arizona dropped her hand from her face quickly and looked and caught herself smiling like an idiot as she watched, transfixed, as more deliciously soft skin was revealed to her while Callie peeled off her shirt, leaving her in a black, lace bra as she crawled back onto the bed, starting off at the foot and moving slowly on her hands and knees toward Arizona, who had kicked off the covers and was now moving to rise onto her knees, their lips gravitating towards one another as Callie did the same and bodies were meshed together in a heated embrace that involved teeth against insistent lips, tongues that dueled for control and torsos that inched to get impossibly closer.
“Sorry I was jealous.” Arizona replied, gently pushing Callie onto her back as the brunette reached, with greedy hands under the cotton of Arizona’s shirt to cup awaiting breasts. She moaned in return and sighed, her body grinding down against Callie’s full form at the feel of the tip of her tongue under her chin. She smiled down at her girlfriend after stealing a deep kiss, “I won’t do it again.”
“I kind of like it.” Callie replied, running the tips of her thumbs against pert nipples. She grunted at the moan she received and the way Arizona rubbed herself against her center, in return, making her hips rise to meet her thrusts.
“You do?” The blonde asked in somewhat of a whimper, pushing Callie’s legs further apart with her own, the bed sheets shuffling under them as she pushed her higher up the bed with every begging push.
“Yeah.” Callie breathed, her senses fully alert, her hands desperately grabbing at soft skin, her nails raking softly over shoulder blades as teeth skimmed her neck and clavicle. She bit her lip as she moved to grab the blonde’s ass, pulling her harder against her until they were both panting and pulling off the rest of their clothing, urgent hands reaching between legs, fingers slipping into soft, wet folds after bodies readjusted to accommodate their actions.
Collective moans filled the room as slow, steady, firm strokes quickly turned insistent. Callie cried out as Arizona hit a particularly sensitive spot, just up and to the left, and she leaned forward to crush her lips to her lover’s, her kiss demanding and unforgiving as her body fell completely under the blonde’s control.
Arizona’s free hand found its way into Callie’s hair and she gripped it and pulled slightly, set on to make her lover come along with her. And after a few more strokes, a leg draped over a tan hip, mouths joint in a sloppy, desperate kiss, they collapsed together. Side by side they remained, until breaths were steady enough and bodies were strong enough to move again.
Callie slowly opened her eyes and smiled at the blonde beside her, stroking her cheek. She licked her lips and cleared her throat, “I love you too.”
Arizona smiled wider and kissed her lover before replying, “If I pick a fight about Mark, will you move in?”
“Shut up.”
FIN