Closer to Desperation 2
Closer to Desperation
Chapter 2- Buttons and Beds
Callie/Arizona
NC-17
Standard Disclaimer: Don't own, Don't profit
Sequel to "Two Way Street" and "Keep on Keepin' on". They've taken things slow, will they ever get there?
A/N- un-betad, all spelling/grammar goofs are my own
A/N- From last chapter alone, I was called "cruel" 8 times and "mean" 4.5 times ("meansome" was used). Because of the utter devastation that your hateful words have left me with* I'm only going to post a tiny chapter. An appetizer if you will. A little Callie hors d'oeuvres. Maybe next time you guys will be a little nicer with your comments huh?
*Read with maximum level or sarcasm possible. I love every one of your comments :] Bigger, better chapter up later tonight. I'll post this and the next one together on Cal/Az comm when they're both done.
Callie-----
I cringe as my back rams into the door jam but the pain is momentary. Her fingers work clumsily at the remaining buttons as I start untieing the knot holding up her shorts. The string pulls loose and once I push them just past her hips they sink into a puddle on the floor. We reach her bedroom and I feel her fingers fumble around the same button for several seconds. She groans against my lips before breaking the kiss to look at what she's doing.
"God damn it!" She exclaims before ripping open my shirt, sending the last four buttons scattering across the floor.
"Hey!" I yell, this was my favorite shirt and not even the heat of the moment can make me forget that.
Her lips linger at my collarbone before venturing lower. "I'll get you a new one." She reasons with me through her kisses.
I'm drowning in the feeling of her lips but catch onto the last fiber of control I have. "But that was my favorite shirt." I inform her before my head falls back on my neck.
Her fingers are showing vast improvement as they quickly undo the button of my pants. "I'll buy you a shirt made of fucking gold," Her lips finally leave my chest and she brings her face back up level with mine. "Just please, please take your pants off." She begs me, her lips caressing mine with each word spoken.
I immediately obey her command and rid myself of my pants. My feet kick about awkwardly until the denim finally flings across the room. I'm standing with my back to the bed and as she moves her lips onto mine, she gently nudges me backwards. The mattress hits right behind my knees and I fall gracefully backwards with her in my arms. She stops herself from landing entirely on me with her knees straddling me. We scoot up the bed until I feel pillows cushioning my head. All this time her lips still dancing with mine.
She gently lowers herself until all of her weight rests on me and the vast amount of her bare flesh on mine is electrifying. Her hips thrust lightly and the action has me whimpering into her mouth. I've never wanted anyone or anything as much as I want her right now. I'm barely aware of small hands inching beneath me until I feel the tension in my bra release as she opens the clasp. Her hands come back around to where she slowly removes the article, leaving me completely naked from the waist up. She breaks the kiss and gazes longingly at the newly exposed skin of my breasts.
I watch her intently as her eyes follow the movements of her fingers as they slowly splay across my chest. Her eyes flick back up to mine briefly, asking for permission, all I can do is nod. She gives me a chaste kiss before lowering her self and lavishing me in slow sloppy kisses. Her kisses spiral around my left breast for what feels like hours until her lips finally graze my hardened nipple. Her warm tongue runs over it a couple times before she finally takes the bud into her mouth, sucking it between her teeth.
The new sensation has my whole body quivering as I feel the beginnings of an orgasm start racing through me. No way am I about to finish before we've even started, how is this possible? One glance down at a messy pile of blond answers that question. Her hand grabs at my other breast and she twists the flesh between her fingers. My toes begin to tingle and my breathing is coming in short ragged spurts. Her mouth is on my left breast and her left hand is kneading the other, her right hands travels down and abruptly cups my core through my soaking panties. My back instictively arches off the bed and I moan at how much I want her.
She stays at my breasts, sucking a little harder now and biting on the hardened flesh. Her right hand sneaks around behind me and grabs my ass rough enough to push our centers harder and again I moan at the contact. I feel my orgasm continuing to sprint forward and try as I might, I can't calm it down. I don't want this to be over so soon but as she bites down on my nipple and rolls her hips once more, I lose it. My entire body shudders and quakes and my breath is caught in my chest. She groans against me and the vibrations keep me going a few seconds longer before I finally collapse back onto the mattress. I'm gasping for air as I feel her slowly, very slowly, kissing her way back up to my lips. When our lips finally reconnect, its gentle and loving. She's giving me time to return to Earth.
She carefully pulls away but stays just inches from my face, hovering above me. I search her expression for a clue to what she's thinking about. I see desire still evident, amusement, adoration and a hint of confusion. She breaks my musing, "Did you just..." She leaves the question hanging.
I blush as it finally settles in me that I just came and she hadn't even touched me. "Yeah." I bashfully admit. My eyes flee her face in embarrassment, I can't believe I had finished so quick.
Her quiet giggle has my eyes returning to hers. "Calliope, why do you look embarrassed?" She asks innocently. There is not a trace of mockery in her eyes, just curiousity.
"You didn't even touch me." My voice is at a whispers but falters anyways.
"So?" She asks, clearly still not getting me.
"So? This was our first time!" I exclaim, my voice finally above a whisper. "It was supposed to be magical and perfect and and and..." I fumble for words. I exhale deeply and my voice falls back to a whisper. "I can't even make it past second base and I'm done."
I watch as a Cheshire grin slowly spreads across her lips. Soon enough the smile turns to laughter and she buries her face under my chin as her body regains composure. A few more beats go by before she finally raises herself up to meet my eyes.
Her deep blue orbs are still consumed by fire and I can't help but feel bad that I was done so quickly. My remorse is shattered when she finally speaks, her voice deep and husky "Who said anything about being done?" Before I can even ponder what she means by that her lips crash onto mine and her hands wander down my body and immediately pull down my completely drenched panties. "Baby, we just got started."