These Are the Moments (No. 4)
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 be a series of stand-alone stories. Popping (but not locking.)
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.
Arizona stepped into her home and announced her arrival. Hearing no response but noticing that the lights and TV were on, she decided to investigate the whereabouts of her pregnant girlfriend. She deposited her keys and oversized purse on the counter then reached down to one boot and pulled the zipper down, her other hand holding her steady on the counter. She repeated the process on the other leg and toed off the shoes, sighing in relief to finally have her feet free, and ran her fingers through her hair to push it off her face as she stood straight once more to ready herself for the process of removing her jacket. It really didn’t matter what time of year it was, Seattle always had some kind of precipitation to shelter from. At least it left the city feeling fresh and green, though.
Finally feeling comfortable in her own skin again and enjoying the way her socks slip a little on the hardwood floors, Arizona padded into the bedroom she shared with Calliope, figuring she’ll find her there going through her night time routine. When she stepped onto the rug laid out next to their bed, she let out a little moan at the extra cushioning her tired feet sunk into then broke out into a radiant smile when she finally spotted her Calliope. The woman was standing in front of the bathroom sink working a facial scrub across her face and concentrating hard. But the best part was her tummy; in the 38 hours that Arizona has been at the hospital and hasn’t had a moment to steal with Callie, the woman’s stomach had ‘popped’. Her long-sleeved tee, sleeves pushed up to the elbow, of course, was fitting more tightly around her abdomen than Arizona remembered and her pyjama bottoms dipped down in front, exposing a line of tan skin just above its dangling mint green drawstring.
Arizona kept watching the brunette and let her rinse off the mask before making her presence known with a soft “hey.”
Callie lowered the plush white towel from where she was using it to dry her face just enough to peek over the top of it then ran it the rest of the way down her cheeks to reveal her own dazzling smile. She stayed in place and waited for the blonde to close the gap between them, wrapping her arms around a slender waist when she could reach.
“Hey, I’ve been missing you,” Callie replied just as softly.
“I’ve been missing you, too,” Arizona admitted as she pressed her fingers into the small of Callie’s back in a gentle massage.
“You look amazing, by the way.”
Callie furrowed her brows slightly “I look the same as I did when you went in for your shift. You must be exhausted,” she said as she swayed them back and forth gently, dropping her head so that their cheeks were connected. At Arizona’s head shake, Callie pulled back and gave her a disbelieving look.
“Okay, I am pretty exhausted but you don’t look the same as when I left. You popped, Calliope,” she said in awe. At the next confused look she received, Arizona playfully rolled her eyes and turned the Latina in her arms so that they were facing the same way, parallel to the sink.
Arizona pressed herself into the strong back positioned in front of her, turned her head to face the mirror and rested her cheek between Callie’s shoulder blades. Her arms encircled the brunette, palms lightly gliding over the now-apparent baby bump. She slid Callie’s shirt up so that it rested just below her breasts and sighed contentedly at the feel of the warm skin she was now free to roam.
“You popped.”
Callie leaned back into Arizona’s body, enjoying their closeness just as much as the blonde. “Are you saying I’m too fat now?” she asked lightly, remembering the time she thought Arizona was trying to fatten her up, her fingers coming to rest between Arizona’s as they stilled under her belly, cupping it.
The blonde smiled and placed a lingering kiss on Callie’s back. “Not even a little; I’m saying you’re beautiful.”
The couple relished their peaceful moment for a few minutes longer before Callie spoke.
“You really do look exhausted. Let’s go to bed.”
She turned toward the bedroom, gently twining her fingers with the pale ones of Arizona’s hand and led her through the door where they separated; Arizona going to her dresser on the far side of the room and Callie to her own at the wall opposite the bed. The latter quickly peeled off her shirt to replace with a tank top for the night but before she could slip the garment over her head Arizona’s voice interrupted her: Keep it off.
Callie turned at that and raised a challenging eyebrow at the blonde trying to remain upright as she attempted to wrangle her Levi’s off her legs.
“If I have to be topless then so do you,” she challenged.
Arizona smiled at that and finally kicked free of the tight jeans. She quickly pulled her shirt over her head and agreed. “Deal,” she said as she climbed into bed wearing only her bikini style underwear and black socks.
“Okay, if you want me to stay topless, then the socks have to go, too,” Callie deadpanned.
The blonde rolled her eyes again but kicked her socks off under the covers and pushed them toward the edge until they fell out from beneath the blanket.
“Anything else, oh Picky One?”
“Nope, that’s it for now.”
Arizona looked Callie up and down, appreciating the sight of that bared caramel skin. She pulled the comforter up to her chin and hid an amused smirk behind the material. Her girlfriend noticed the glint in her blue eyes and narrowed her own brown ones as she made her way to the light switch.
“What is it?” she asked faux-indignantly.
“Nothing. Just - your boobs look awesome,” she admitted.
Callie gave a snort as she finally turned off the light and climbed into bed next to the blonde.
“My boobs look different already, huh?”
Arizona gave a small nod, smile still set firmly in place. “Do they hurt?”
The Latina shook her head ‘no’ and gave a shrug.
“Awesome,” she replied and turned onto her side. A pale hand landed on Callie’s hip and quickly made its way up her ribs to tickle the side of her apparently swollen left breast before it was eagerly cupped. The brunette chuckled lightly; Arizona was a teenaged boy trapped in a grown woman’s body.
Fingers played around her nipple, caressing and massaging and flat-out groping just for the fun of it because Arizona may have good boobs but she found Callie’s much more fun to play with.
After letting the blonde fondle her for a couple of minutes without having the touches progress to anything more, Callie decided to put an end to the fun before Arizona’s face became permanently stuck in the goofy look it was contorted into: lopsided grin upon her lips; eyes almost crossed as she leered at those perfect nipples in the dark, trying to see as much as she could.
She ran a hand up Arizona’s soft side. “Alright, that’s enough of that. Time to sleep.”
Arizona’s eyes shot up in search of Callie’s dark ones. “Wha-why? I’m having a great time!” She inched her way toward the Latina until her stomach was flush against the baby bump. “We can keep going if you’d like,” she tried as she placed a few light kisses on Callie’s neck.
“Mmm, as much as I’d like that, you’re exhausted,” she replied without pulling away from the mouth dropping wet kisses to her throat. “And I’m pretty tired, too. Plus I’ll be gone before you even wake up,” she reasoned.
Arizona sighed into her neck. “Another one of these weeks?” she asked, continuing to nuzzle the smooth skin.
“Yup. Twenty hour shift assuming no emergencies which we both know is assuming a lot.”
The blonde pulled back and placed a tender kiss against those pouty lips. “Alright but you have to hold me until then.”
Callie smiled and kissed Arizona once more before pushing on her hip bone to get her to turn around. Once turned, Callie pressed herself into the blonde’s pale back and flung her arm around a pale waist. She laid there and smiled; she tucked her chin into her chest; tried staying quiet but it just caused her body to shake with silent laughter.
Her girlfriend turned her head toward her. “What's so funny?” she whispered.
Callie finally let out her chuckles and pulled the blonde into her in a full-body hug before rolling onto her back and grabbing her Blackberry off the nightstand. She rolled back over to spoon Arizona and held the phone above their joined bodies, snapping a picture of themselves, the phone’s flash feature providing light for the photo. A couple of quick taps later she was holding the phone in front of Arizona’s face.
“We fit perfectly. I guess I really did pop,” she said as they looked at the picture of Callie’s tummy fitting perfectly into the small of Arizona’s back. The latter giggled delightedly and told the Latina to send her that picture immediately; her phone was due for a new wallpaper after all.
Moment No. 5
Author: clanket
Pairing: Callie/Arizona
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Cute little moments in the fictional lives of Callie and Arizona. Pure fluff and will be a series of stand-alone stories. Popping (but not locking.)
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.
Arizona stepped into her home and announced her arrival. Hearing no response but noticing that the lights and TV were on, she decided to investigate the whereabouts of her pregnant girlfriend. She deposited her keys and oversized purse on the counter then reached down to one boot and pulled the zipper down, her other hand holding her steady on the counter. She repeated the process on the other leg and toed off the shoes, sighing in relief to finally have her feet free, and ran her fingers through her hair to push it off her face as she stood straight once more to ready herself for the process of removing her jacket. It really didn’t matter what time of year it was, Seattle always had some kind of precipitation to shelter from. At least it left the city feeling fresh and green, though.
Finally feeling comfortable in her own skin again and enjoying the way her socks slip a little on the hardwood floors, Arizona padded into the bedroom she shared with Calliope, figuring she’ll find her there going through her night time routine. When she stepped onto the rug laid out next to their bed, she let out a little moan at the extra cushioning her tired feet sunk into then broke out into a radiant smile when she finally spotted her Calliope. The woman was standing in front of the bathroom sink working a facial scrub across her face and concentrating hard. But the best part was her tummy; in the 38 hours that Arizona has been at the hospital and hasn’t had a moment to steal with Callie, the woman’s stomach had ‘popped’. Her long-sleeved tee, sleeves pushed up to the elbow, of course, was fitting more tightly around her abdomen than Arizona remembered and her pyjama bottoms dipped down in front, exposing a line of tan skin just above its dangling mint green drawstring.
Arizona kept watching the brunette and let her rinse off the mask before making her presence known with a soft “hey.”
Callie lowered the plush white towel from where she was using it to dry her face just enough to peek over the top of it then ran it the rest of the way down her cheeks to reveal her own dazzling smile. She stayed in place and waited for the blonde to close the gap between them, wrapping her arms around a slender waist when she could reach.
“Hey, I’ve been missing you,” Callie replied just as softly.
“I’ve been missing you, too,” Arizona admitted as she pressed her fingers into the small of Callie’s back in a gentle massage.
“You look amazing, by the way.”
Callie furrowed her brows slightly “I look the same as I did when you went in for your shift. You must be exhausted,” she said as she swayed them back and forth gently, dropping her head so that their cheeks were connected. At Arizona’s head shake, Callie pulled back and gave her a disbelieving look.
“Okay, I am pretty exhausted but you don’t look the same as when I left. You popped, Calliope,” she said in awe. At the next confused look she received, Arizona playfully rolled her eyes and turned the Latina in her arms so that they were facing the same way, parallel to the sink.
Arizona pressed herself into the strong back positioned in front of her, turned her head to face the mirror and rested her cheek between Callie’s shoulder blades. Her arms encircled the brunette, palms lightly gliding over the now-apparent baby bump. She slid Callie’s shirt up so that it rested just below her breasts and sighed contentedly at the feel of the warm skin she was now free to roam.
“You popped.”
Callie leaned back into Arizona’s body, enjoying their closeness just as much as the blonde. “Are you saying I’m too fat now?” she asked lightly, remembering the time she thought Arizona was trying to fatten her up, her fingers coming to rest between Arizona’s as they stilled under her belly, cupping it.
The blonde smiled and placed a lingering kiss on Callie’s back. “Not even a little; I’m saying you’re beautiful.”
The couple relished their peaceful moment for a few minutes longer before Callie spoke.
“You really do look exhausted. Let’s go to bed.”
She turned toward the bedroom, gently twining her fingers with the pale ones of Arizona’s hand and led her through the door where they separated; Arizona going to her dresser on the far side of the room and Callie to her own at the wall opposite the bed. The latter quickly peeled off her shirt to replace with a tank top for the night but before she could slip the garment over her head Arizona’s voice interrupted her: Keep it off.
Callie turned at that and raised a challenging eyebrow at the blonde trying to remain upright as she attempted to wrangle her Levi’s off her legs.
“If I have to be topless then so do you,” she challenged.
Arizona smiled at that and finally kicked free of the tight jeans. She quickly pulled her shirt over her head and agreed. “Deal,” she said as she climbed into bed wearing only her bikini style underwear and black socks.
“Okay, if you want me to stay topless, then the socks have to go, too,” Callie deadpanned.
The blonde rolled her eyes again but kicked her socks off under the covers and pushed them toward the edge until they fell out from beneath the blanket.
“Anything else, oh Picky One?”
“Nope, that’s it for now.”
Arizona looked Callie up and down, appreciating the sight of that bared caramel skin. She pulled the comforter up to her chin and hid an amused smirk behind the material. Her girlfriend noticed the glint in her blue eyes and narrowed her own brown ones as she made her way to the light switch.
“What is it?” she asked faux-indignantly.
“Nothing. Just - your boobs look awesome,” she admitted.
Callie gave a snort as she finally turned off the light and climbed into bed next to the blonde.
“My boobs look different already, huh?”
Arizona gave a small nod, smile still set firmly in place. “Do they hurt?”
The Latina shook her head ‘no’ and gave a shrug.
“Awesome,” she replied and turned onto her side. A pale hand landed on Callie’s hip and quickly made its way up her ribs to tickle the side of her apparently swollen left breast before it was eagerly cupped. The brunette chuckled lightly; Arizona was a teenaged boy trapped in a grown woman’s body.
Fingers played around her nipple, caressing and massaging and flat-out groping just for the fun of it because Arizona may have good boobs but she found Callie’s much more fun to play with.
After letting the blonde fondle her for a couple of minutes without having the touches progress to anything more, Callie decided to put an end to the fun before Arizona’s face became permanently stuck in the goofy look it was contorted into: lopsided grin upon her lips; eyes almost crossed as she leered at those perfect nipples in the dark, trying to see as much as she could.
She ran a hand up Arizona’s soft side. “Alright, that’s enough of that. Time to sleep.”
Arizona’s eyes shot up in search of Callie’s dark ones. “Wha-why? I’m having a great time!” She inched her way toward the Latina until her stomach was flush against the baby bump. “We can keep going if you’d like,” she tried as she placed a few light kisses on Callie’s neck.
“Mmm, as much as I’d like that, you’re exhausted,” she replied without pulling away from the mouth dropping wet kisses to her throat. “And I’m pretty tired, too. Plus I’ll be gone before you even wake up,” she reasoned.
Arizona sighed into her neck. “Another one of these weeks?” she asked, continuing to nuzzle the smooth skin.
“Yup. Twenty hour shift assuming no emergencies which we both know is assuming a lot.”
The blonde pulled back and placed a tender kiss against those pouty lips. “Alright but you have to hold me until then.”
Callie smiled and kissed Arizona once more before pushing on her hip bone to get her to turn around. Once turned, Callie pressed herself into the blonde’s pale back and flung her arm around a pale waist. She laid there and smiled; she tucked her chin into her chest; tried staying quiet but it just caused her body to shake with silent laughter.
Her girlfriend turned her head toward her. “What's so funny?” she whispered.
Callie finally let out her chuckles and pulled the blonde into her in a full-body hug before rolling onto her back and grabbing her Blackberry off the nightstand. She rolled back over to spoon Arizona and held the phone above their joined bodies, snapping a picture of themselves, the phone’s flash feature providing light for the photo. A couple of quick taps later she was holding the phone in front of Arizona’s face.
“We fit perfectly. I guess I really did pop,” she said as they looked at the picture of Callie’s tummy fitting perfectly into the small of Arizona’s back. The latter giggled delightedly and told the Latina to send her that picture immediately; her phone was due for a new wallpaper after all.
Moment No. 5