These Are the Moments (No. 1)
Title: These Are the Moments
Author: clanket
Pairing: Callie/Arizona
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Cute little moments in the fictional lives of Callie and Arizona. Pure fluff and will likely be a series of stand-alone stories.
Disclaimer: All television shows, movies, books, and other copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for-profit, it constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and are not intended to be libellous, defamatory, or in any way factual.
Callie laid on her back, staring up at the ceiling with a satisfied grin on her lips. Laying atop her was a head of unruly blonde after-sex hair belonging to none other than Arizona Robbins. She could feel the steady streams of air wash over her bare chest as the blonde let out each contented exhale.
The room was brightly lit with the natural light of the morning sun as it filtered through the bedroom windows, bathing the women in a golden glow. Their sparkling and exhausted bodies cooled after this particular morning’s activities; the only thing keeping them warm were each other and the thin blue sheet haphazardly draped over sporadic body parts.
Arizona’s mouth formed into a slow smile. She turned her head slightly to the right to press a gentle kiss against the soft olive skin above the Latina's left breast and tightened her hold around the woman’s waist. Callie could feel the soft strokes of eyelashes dance across her skin as the blonde’s eyes fluttered open once more. In her line of sight were two full breasts - she would never tire of those, of that she was sure - and one very sexy tummy. It was toned overall but not muscular; it still held that wonderful womanly shape with its soft curves and smooth skin. She released her hold on Callie’s waist only to let a leisurely hand lay flat on her abdomen. She tickled the sensitive skin with her fingertips, enjoying the way the muscles jumped under her light caresses. After a few moments a full-blown smile stretched across her lips at the discovery that the woman next to her had begun to laugh softly.
Callie tensed her abs and pulled her stomach in in a lame attempt at getting away from her girlfriend’s touch.
“Don’t, you know I’m ticklish,” she complained through a smile.
Arizona didn’t respond but instead chose to run her nails from below the brunette’s bellybutton all the way up her sensitive ribs until she was able to cup an ample bosom. She revelled in the goose bumps she had brought forth from that glowing skin that was just a few beautiful shades darker than her own.
This was one of her favourite parts of being in a relationship - the fact that you find someone and their body becomes yours; you can treat it almost as if it were your own, you lose all those limits that polite society teaches you to honour and, somehow, it’s okay. You can touch each other in a way that you know nobody else gets to; get to know parts of each other that you don’t let anybody else see, physically and mentally. Arizona loved all of that. She loved trying to memorize each freckle, loved learning how her partner thinks and being able to predict their responses based on that knowledge. But mostly, she just loved Callie’s body, Callie’s mind; not just anybody’s.
So after fondling her girlfriend she turned so that she was laying on her front, chin propped on a flattened hand atop caramel skin, the other moving back down to cup the subtle curve of a stomach. She moved to rest some more weight onto the plush body beneath her, kissing her way up Callie’s neck until she reached her lips and left a lingering kiss there, too. All too soon, in Callie’s opinion, she pulled away to make her way back along the path she had taken, dropping wet kisses to warm skin, moving beyond the shoulder she had used as a pillow only moments before to the top of a rounded breast, down a harder sternum and finishing her journey just above the navel.
Arizona placed a trim leg over her girlfriend’s thigh to make herself comfortable as she lavished the abdomen with her mouth and tongue, sliding her hands around the slight ripples of rib bones just above her head.
“You know how much I love your tummy, right?” Arizona asked as she continued her loving motions.
Callie mumbled a quick “mhmm” as she ran her fingers through blonde locks, pushing them back so that she could see the piercing eyes she knew were hidden behind. When the tendrils were finally out of the way she caught sight of sky blues and could feel the sudden gasp of her girlfriend, for as sexy as Callie was regularly, she was damn irresistible when she was looking down her own nude body, eyes hooded with her lower lip caught between her teeth.
Arizona’s gaze flickered between Callie’s dazzling eyes, her luscious lips and hardened nipples as she let out a low growl before giving a quick nip to the delicate skin at her mouth’s disposal, biting just hard enough to leave small indentations.
“And how much I’ve always found it super sexy?” Arizona continued.
Callie’s brow furrowed slightly but she played along. “Uh-huh.”
“And how I always loved kissing it?”
“Yeah,” Callie responded but was starting to feel insecure.
“And touching it.”
“Uh, sure,” Callie said but slowly let her hands leave Arizona’s hair to wrap around the light blue sheet that now seemed to cover even less of her body than before.
“Well, I’ve always loved your tummy,” Arizona said, “but I’ve been thinking-”
She stopped short when she noticed Callie trying to subtly cover up with the sheet that the blonde had forgotten even existed.
“What are you doing?” Arizona asked, her knitted brow clearly showcasing her confusion.
“Um, nothing. Just kind of chilly, you know?” Callie replied faintly with the tiniest of smiles.
“Calliope, you’re lying. You don’t make eye contact when you lie and you’re not looking me in the eye.”
Arizona shifted so that she was fully on top of Callie and rested her weight on her elbows to look the brunette in the face.
“I’m telling you how sexy and awesome you are and you cover up? What’s wrong?”
Callie finally looked into the intense eyes before her. She could see the worry and confusion etched clearly across her lover’s features. She looked away once more, focusing on anything other than Arizona.
“No, you’re telling me how sexy I used to be, how much you used to love kissing me.” Callie shrugged before glancing back into those big baby blues, trying for all the world to appear nonchalant but her emotive eyes have always betrayed her. Not to mention that she would never be able to fool anyone into thinking she didn’t care about Arizona’s opinion; anyone could tell you that it was the one that mattered most to the brunette.
“What? No, baby, no!” Arizona rushed out. She placed a few quick kisses across Callie’s stomach, pushing the sheet off to the side to reveal that gorgeous skin once more. “I’m saying I think you’re sexy now - sexy always. You’re just,” she fumbled for a moment, searching for the words that would put her surprisingly sensitive rock star at ease, “you’re just sexy always. You have no idea how many people are lining up for you,” she said with a lecherous grin.
“I have to work hard to fight off all those people. You have no idea how lucky I am that you chose me because you don’t know how many people are just waiting for their turn,” she said as she planted a few more well placed kisses across Callie’s chest. “You’re sexy,” she explained between kisses, “you’re caring, you’re talented, cute, smart, bilingual - which just adds to the sexiness, believe me - you’re amazing. Just awesome,” she finished breathily. Her own lips turned up when she saw Callie’s smile.
The brunette pulled her in for a passionate kiss. When they pulled apart, Callie looked into Arizona’s eyes and, needing just a little more reassurance, asked, “Really?”
“Really,” Arizona responded with another kiss. “And what I was trying to say before,” she continued as she moved to rest more of her weight onto her right arm, bringing her left hand back to the tanned stomach, “is that as sexy as you’ve always been - and are - I was just thinking that maybe - well you can think about it, I’m not trying to pressure you or anything but - I was just thinking how sexy you’d be with maybe a bigger belly?”
Callie’s eyes scanned Arizona’s face, trying to figure out exactly what she meant. “Are - are you trying to fatten me up?” she asked incredulously.
“What? No! I’m just saying that maybe you’d want a bit of a belly. You’d be so beautiful with a baby belly,” Arizona explained with hopeful eyes.
Callie broke out into a massive grin, her eyes instantaneously developing a sheen of tears. “Arizona Robbins, are you telling me that you want to have a baby with me?” she whispered.
“I’m saying that I want to be there when you pee on a stick and worry your cute little butt off about whether it’ll be positive. I’m saying I want to be there to rub your tummy when it finally pops; to be the one to massage lotion into it when you’ve convinced yourself that you’re getting stretch marks and the one to tell you that you’re beautiful even when you do. I want to be there letting you yell at me and break my hand when you’re bringing a tiny little human into the world. I’m saying I want forever with you; I’m saying - I’m saying I definitely want a baby with you, Calliope.
“Will you have a baby with me?”
Callie could not have smiled wider if she tried. A few tears escaped her dark eyes, sliding down her temples until they were soaked up by the pillow below. She placed her hands on either side of the blonde’s face as she hovered above her, stroking tinted cheeks with her thumbs. She looked into the eyes that bored into her own, searching for something. All she found was sincerity.
“Yes, I’ll have a baby with you,” she said before pulling the blonde in for a loving kiss; a prelude to activities that would only solidify this promise.
Moment No. 2
Author: clanket
Pairing: Callie/Arizona
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Cute little moments in the fictional lives of Callie and Arizona. Pure fluff and will likely be a series of stand-alone stories.
Disclaimer: All television shows, movies, books, and other copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for-profit, it constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and are not intended to be libellous, defamatory, or in any way factual.
Callie laid on her back, staring up at the ceiling with a satisfied grin on her lips. Laying atop her was a head of unruly blonde after-sex hair belonging to none other than Arizona Robbins. She could feel the steady streams of air wash over her bare chest as the blonde let out each contented exhale.
The room was brightly lit with the natural light of the morning sun as it filtered through the bedroom windows, bathing the women in a golden glow. Their sparkling and exhausted bodies cooled after this particular morning’s activities; the only thing keeping them warm were each other and the thin blue sheet haphazardly draped over sporadic body parts.
Arizona’s mouth formed into a slow smile. She turned her head slightly to the right to press a gentle kiss against the soft olive skin above the Latina's left breast and tightened her hold around the woman’s waist. Callie could feel the soft strokes of eyelashes dance across her skin as the blonde’s eyes fluttered open once more. In her line of sight were two full breasts - she would never tire of those, of that she was sure - and one very sexy tummy. It was toned overall but not muscular; it still held that wonderful womanly shape with its soft curves and smooth skin. She released her hold on Callie’s waist only to let a leisurely hand lay flat on her abdomen. She tickled the sensitive skin with her fingertips, enjoying the way the muscles jumped under her light caresses. After a few moments a full-blown smile stretched across her lips at the discovery that the woman next to her had begun to laugh softly.
Callie tensed her abs and pulled her stomach in in a lame attempt at getting away from her girlfriend’s touch.
“Don’t, you know I’m ticklish,” she complained through a smile.
Arizona didn’t respond but instead chose to run her nails from below the brunette’s bellybutton all the way up her sensitive ribs until she was able to cup an ample bosom. She revelled in the goose bumps she had brought forth from that glowing skin that was just a few beautiful shades darker than her own.
This was one of her favourite parts of being in a relationship - the fact that you find someone and their body becomes yours; you can treat it almost as if it were your own, you lose all those limits that polite society teaches you to honour and, somehow, it’s okay. You can touch each other in a way that you know nobody else gets to; get to know parts of each other that you don’t let anybody else see, physically and mentally. Arizona loved all of that. She loved trying to memorize each freckle, loved learning how her partner thinks and being able to predict their responses based on that knowledge. But mostly, she just loved Callie’s body, Callie’s mind; not just anybody’s.
So after fondling her girlfriend she turned so that she was laying on her front, chin propped on a flattened hand atop caramel skin, the other moving back down to cup the subtle curve of a stomach. She moved to rest some more weight onto the plush body beneath her, kissing her way up Callie’s neck until she reached her lips and left a lingering kiss there, too. All too soon, in Callie’s opinion, she pulled away to make her way back along the path she had taken, dropping wet kisses to warm skin, moving beyond the shoulder she had used as a pillow only moments before to the top of a rounded breast, down a harder sternum and finishing her journey just above the navel.
Arizona placed a trim leg over her girlfriend’s thigh to make herself comfortable as she lavished the abdomen with her mouth and tongue, sliding her hands around the slight ripples of rib bones just above her head.
“You know how much I love your tummy, right?” Arizona asked as she continued her loving motions.
Callie mumbled a quick “mhmm” as she ran her fingers through blonde locks, pushing them back so that she could see the piercing eyes she knew were hidden behind. When the tendrils were finally out of the way she caught sight of sky blues and could feel the sudden gasp of her girlfriend, for as sexy as Callie was regularly, she was damn irresistible when she was looking down her own nude body, eyes hooded with her lower lip caught between her teeth.
Arizona’s gaze flickered between Callie’s dazzling eyes, her luscious lips and hardened nipples as she let out a low growl before giving a quick nip to the delicate skin at her mouth’s disposal, biting just hard enough to leave small indentations.
“And how much I’ve always found it super sexy?” Arizona continued.
Callie’s brow furrowed slightly but she played along. “Uh-huh.”
“And how I always loved kissing it?”
“Yeah,” Callie responded but was starting to feel insecure.
“And touching it.”
“Uh, sure,” Callie said but slowly let her hands leave Arizona’s hair to wrap around the light blue sheet that now seemed to cover even less of her body than before.
“Well, I’ve always loved your tummy,” Arizona said, “but I’ve been thinking-”
She stopped short when she noticed Callie trying to subtly cover up with the sheet that the blonde had forgotten even existed.
“What are you doing?” Arizona asked, her knitted brow clearly showcasing her confusion.
“Um, nothing. Just kind of chilly, you know?” Callie replied faintly with the tiniest of smiles.
“Calliope, you’re lying. You don’t make eye contact when you lie and you’re not looking me in the eye.”
Arizona shifted so that she was fully on top of Callie and rested her weight on her elbows to look the brunette in the face.
“I’m telling you how sexy and awesome you are and you cover up? What’s wrong?”
Callie finally looked into the intense eyes before her. She could see the worry and confusion etched clearly across her lover’s features. She looked away once more, focusing on anything other than Arizona.
“No, you’re telling me how sexy I used to be, how much you used to love kissing me.” Callie shrugged before glancing back into those big baby blues, trying for all the world to appear nonchalant but her emotive eyes have always betrayed her. Not to mention that she would never be able to fool anyone into thinking she didn’t care about Arizona’s opinion; anyone could tell you that it was the one that mattered most to the brunette.
“What? No, baby, no!” Arizona rushed out. She placed a few quick kisses across Callie’s stomach, pushing the sheet off to the side to reveal that gorgeous skin once more. “I’m saying I think you’re sexy now - sexy always. You’re just,” she fumbled for a moment, searching for the words that would put her surprisingly sensitive rock star at ease, “you’re just sexy always. You have no idea how many people are lining up for you,” she said with a lecherous grin.
“I have to work hard to fight off all those people. You have no idea how lucky I am that you chose me because you don’t know how many people are just waiting for their turn,” she said as she planted a few more well placed kisses across Callie’s chest. “You’re sexy,” she explained between kisses, “you’re caring, you’re talented, cute, smart, bilingual - which just adds to the sexiness, believe me - you’re amazing. Just awesome,” she finished breathily. Her own lips turned up when she saw Callie’s smile.
The brunette pulled her in for a passionate kiss. When they pulled apart, Callie looked into Arizona’s eyes and, needing just a little more reassurance, asked, “Really?”
“Really,” Arizona responded with another kiss. “And what I was trying to say before,” she continued as she moved to rest more of her weight onto her right arm, bringing her left hand back to the tanned stomach, “is that as sexy as you’ve always been - and are - I was just thinking that maybe - well you can think about it, I’m not trying to pressure you or anything but - I was just thinking how sexy you’d be with maybe a bigger belly?”
Callie’s eyes scanned Arizona’s face, trying to figure out exactly what she meant. “Are - are you trying to fatten me up?” she asked incredulously.
“What? No! I’m just saying that maybe you’d want a bit of a belly. You’d be so beautiful with a baby belly,” Arizona explained with hopeful eyes.
Callie broke out into a massive grin, her eyes instantaneously developing a sheen of tears. “Arizona Robbins, are you telling me that you want to have a baby with me?” she whispered.
“I’m saying that I want to be there when you pee on a stick and worry your cute little butt off about whether it’ll be positive. I’m saying I want to be there to rub your tummy when it finally pops; to be the one to massage lotion into it when you’ve convinced yourself that you’re getting stretch marks and the one to tell you that you’re beautiful even when you do. I want to be there letting you yell at me and break my hand when you’re bringing a tiny little human into the world. I’m saying I want forever with you; I’m saying - I’m saying I definitely want a baby with you, Calliope.
“Will you have a baby with me?”
Callie could not have smiled wider if she tried. A few tears escaped her dark eyes, sliding down her temples until they were soaked up by the pillow below. She placed her hands on either side of the blonde’s face as she hovered above her, stroking tinted cheeks with her thumbs. She looked into the eyes that bored into her own, searching for something. All she found was sincerity.
“Yes, I’ll have a baby with you,” she said before pulling the blonde in for a loving kiss; a prelude to activities that would only solidify this promise.
Moment No. 2