Fanfic: Only One
Title: Only One
Author: elpmas03
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Callie/Arizona
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 libelous, defamatory, or in any way factual.
Summary: Soo, I find it odd that I can come up with this in the middle of my school library, but hey…whatever works, I say! This takes place about 3 or 4 years from now and yeah…P.S. I have a broken, uncooperative laptop, so it takes me a while to get all of this down now, so sorry for anyone waiting on a certain trilogy of mine. It will happen, I swear. Enjoy!
“Yeah…this really isn’t going to work for me,” I mutter to myself, tossing aside the little piece of cardboard coated in a light purple paint.
I spin around and pick up the alternative from the nearby table; a soft, light yellow color that I know will look perfect in our bedroom.
“Much better,” I whisper, giggling when I realize that I’m talking to myself…again.
If I’m being honest, I’m also giggling from the light flutter in my stomach that has been pretty persistent for the past five years and especially for the past two days. It’s been two days full of boxes, heavy lifting (well, watching Mark, Derek, and Owen do the heavy lifting while I yell orders), and awkward greetings with our new neighbors. But above everything else, it’s been two days of pure happiness; the type of happiness that most people dream of having someday. This house is everything I’ve ever wanted and the person I get to call it home with is everything I’ve ever wanted…and more. Even if she can never make a decision on anything, leaving me to choose furniture and paint colors while she promises to put my choices into action.
I can’t help the snort that erupts from my throat at the thought of her actually doing what I ask her to do for once…granted most of the time it’s partly my fault, what with my half-nakedness and dimples. Ah, yes…these wonderfully useful dimples (thanks, Mom). Maybe I’m being a little over-dramatic…things usually end up getting finished…eventually.
My thoughts are broken when I catch the glare of car lights shining in through the living room window and I instantly feel a smile break across my face and my heart beat a little faster. I’m always amazed at how I react this way every time I see her or think of her even after being together for this long. Pulling back the window curtains I watch her get out of her car, grabbing her purse and work bag from the back seat. She’s still in her dark blue scrubs with a white long sleeved shirt rolled up underneath-her usual work attire. Her hair is pulled back into a loose ponytail with her bangs draped to the side and she looks absolutely beautiful.
I’m too taken aback by her that I don’t even notice the tall man who walks up behind her and introduces himself. He’s very handsome with chocolate brown hair and bright green eyes that I can see shining even from inside of the house. His smile seems to glow in the setting sun and I have to guess he can’t be any older than me. As I watch them talk, I can feel an unfamiliar knot forming in my stomach-it’s a feeling I’ve only experienced twice before…both times with Callie. I’m not a jealous person. Well…at least I never used to be a jealous person…until I met her. It’s not a quick jealousy where I snap at anyone who talks to her or anything. It’s when I see them looking at her that way; the way that I’m only allowed to look at her. That’s when I snap.
It’s never been an issue for us or anything, considering the fact that I’m me and never act on my feelings for the most part when it comes to times like these. I trust her and she knows that. I just don’t trust tall, handsome, charming men or thin, pretty, slutty women who offer themselves like tomorrow’s lunch special.
They’ve been talking for a while and I-he’s touching her arm. He just touched her arm; not like a friendly touch; it was like a squeeze of the elbow, ‘wanna come back to my place?’ touch. I can tell she sees it too when she brings her left hand up to brush aside a few stray bangs from her face, making sure he catches a glimpse of the shimmering diamond to get the point across. I can tell he sees it and his expression quickly changes from one of pure lust to bashful awkwardness. They talk for a few more seconds before she turns and heads into the house, dropping her stuff off near the door before searching for me.
“Hey,” she greets me cheerfully, smiling brightly at my presence.
When she leans in for a kiss and gets a half-hearted attempt from me, I can tell she knows something is wrong-she always knows.
“What’s up?” she asks with a worried look in her eyes.
“N-Nothing,” I stutter, kicking myself inside for not being able to keep my cool.
“You can’t lie to me,” she states, giving me a playful glare.
“Who’s your friend?” I ask casually, shooting a glance to the window to let her know who I’m talking about.
“Ryan? I think was his name?” she says, her voice remaining calm and collected even though she knows where this is heading. “He lives down the street with his son…I guess he and his wife just got divorced or…something, I don’t know I wasn’t really paying much attention to his life story he just dished out.”
She hesitates for a split second before a small smile plays at the edge of her lips.
“You’re jealous,” she sings.
“Wha-HA,” I stutter yet again. “I am not jealous. I’m…you must be tired or something because I…am not jealous.”
She folds her arms and starts tapping her foot, signaling to me that she’s not giving up on this and I need to be honest before she starts scolding me.
“Okay, FINE,” I exhale, slouching my shoulders and letting my arms hang loosely at my sides. “But he was…touching you and all up in your face with his good-looking…ness. He was clearly not just stopping by to say hello.”
She stays silent and I can see the grin starting to form.
“Oh, don’t give me that…just…shut up,” I warn her, knowing she’s taking pleasure in all of this.
“I didn’t say anything,” she laughs, holding her hands up as a sign of surrender and innocence.
“Except that you’re looking at me like…that and you shouldn’t be because I’m being serious,” I tell her, laughing and slapping her playfully at the end when she starts to giggle.
Before I can pull my hand away she grabs it and links her fingers with mine trying her hardest to straighten her expression.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers, unable to stay serious.
“Calliope, I’m not joking,” I tell her, trying not to laugh and keep my composure. “I don’t want him…or anyone else for that matter…checking you out like they’re ready to take you on the spot like that-“
I pause to register the concerned and serious look that’s now clouding her eyes before I continue.
“-and I’m not saying I don’t trust you, you know I do, I just…don’t trust pretty, newly-divorced, horny men who stalk outside our house to wait for you when you come home-“
She springs into action so quickly that I almost fall over when her hands push me backwards until my back slams into the wall and her lips desperately connect with mine. I can’t help the loud moan that escapes me when her hips violently thrust forward repeatedly and push my own into the wall hard. Her hands are roaming my entire body, finding my breasts, my hips, my face, and ending up scratching a trail down my back. Apparently I haven’t taken a breath in a long time because I start to feel my head spinning and desperately search for oxygen, pulling away and gasping for air. She does the same, breathing heavily, but keeping eye contact with me the entire time. A mischievous grin appears as soon as the idea clicks within her mind and before I can catch my breath she speaks.
“I don’t care,” she whispers huskily, leaning in closer to me. “I don’t care if he looks at me. I don’t care if he tries to do anything. He can flirt all he wants…I only want you.”
It amazes me how moved and loved I can feel by her words even with the intense amount of pure lust coursing through my veins at the moment. I blink slowly, still sucking in air, and watching her lean in even closer, running her lips down my neck.
“I want you,” she whispers against my skin, kissing the sensitive point where my pulse is pounding from her touch. “I want only you…forever…and ever…and ever.”
She punctuates each phrase with another delicate kiss on my neck while she waits for me to finally catch my breath. Before I can say a word, she starts to speak again and I instantly feel my breathing become more ragged as soon as I watch what she’s about to do.
“And you know what else?” she asks, entwining our fingers again and placing my hand against her skin, underneath her scrub top. “You’re the only one-“
She pauses, squeezing her eyes shut while she runs our hands down her body, underneath her pants and panties until my fingers are touching the most intimate part of her there is; she’s unbelievably turned on…more turned on than I’ve ever felt her before…and I can feel my knees starting to shake.
“-who can do this…to me,” she whispers, struggling to utter the words with my fingers finding their way around her.
We’re both panting now and it only takes me a few seconds to find the strength to push myself forward and lead us to the bedroom, never losing her lips against mine. We hit walls and stumble up steps, clumsily losing our clothes in the process before we finally make it to our room. I shove her onto the bed and wait for her to scoot backwards until her head is on the pillows so I can kiss her harder than I’ve ever kissed her before. Our bodies are rocking back and forth against each other; building up the pressure inside of us even more than before if that was possible. Our tongues are stroking the other’s softly, reveling in the warm and soft feeling they get in return while our lips continue to exchange passionate glances. Before I can even begin to make my move, she flips me over so I’m on my back and she’s straddling my waist, smirking down at me with lust in her eyes.
She gives me one more sweet kiss before exploring my body with her tongue, taking in every curve, every shadow she can find until she meets my breasts and gives them the much needed attention they’ve been pleading for. As great as it feels, I want nothing more than to kiss her again; to feel the electricity shoot through me; to feel the aching in me grow more and more because of her lips. I tug her hair out of the ponytail and grab a handful to pull her back up to me until our lips meet once again. A few moments of heat pass before I feel her hand tickling its way down my body until it hits its destination.
“Callie,” I gasp when she slides her fingers inside of me, starting a slow rhythm with the pumping of her hand and the rocking of her hips.
Everything is so needy and aggressive and affectionate and loving all at the same time and I can feel my heart swelling at the intimacy of everything…of us. I try to kiss her again, but my entire body feels numb from the unbelievable pleasure it’s experiencing. All I can manage to do is pull at her hair, rock my hips forward, and leave my mouth open slightly to give her tongue entrance while she pushes harder and deeper into me again and again and again. When I finally am able to open my eyes I can see her struggling to keep herself grounded and focused, trying so hard to make this about me and not her. Her eye are clamped shut to the point where tears are starting to peak out from the corners and watching her do this…knowing that I’m causing this reaction from her and I haven’t even really touched her yet…it makes the jealousy and fear disappear just as quickly as it came.
It’s an overwhelming feeling that pushes me forward until one last thrust of her fingers forces me over the edge and diving deep into the most intense orgasm I’ve ever known. She continues to stroke me, allowing me to ride out the waves cascading over me until my breathing is almost completely gone and my body is shaking violently, basking in the aftershock of her. I can hear her panting and feel her warm breath against me, but the only thing I can manage to do is close my eyes as tight as possible and lay there like I’m paralyzed. Minutes pass before I realize that she’s not lying on top of me anymore; in fact, my entire body is a little cold and craving the contact again.
When I open my eyes, I look down to find her positioned between my legs, still panting heavily and resting her body on her knees and hands. Her hair is covering her face that’s turned down as if she just ran a marathon. When I adjust my legs suddenly, she glances up and smiles brightly at me with more affection than I’ve ever seen her look at me with.
“You good?” she asks, her voice slightly shaky.
I nod slowly, feeling the stupid grin on my face and the heavy daze finally leaving my eyes. She nods quickly and looks down at my body below her.
“Good,” she exhales and my eyes instantly widen when I realize what she’s about to do.
She looks up once more as if asking for permission and I bite on my bottom lip hard, unable to keep the smile from forming while I nod in anticipation. The last thing I see before I close my eyes is her smiling deviously at me and licking her lips while she moves down. She has this thing she does…like a ritual, where she kisses the inside of both of my legs before touching me and it sends bolts of passion through me right now, just like always. I take a deep breath in and hold it to prepare myself, but nothing can get me ready for her tongue running a long and painfully slow trail along my sensitive flesh.
“Oh my god,” I gasp, reaching down to grab the back of her head and guide her toward the spot where I’m longing to be touched the most.
She laughs at my attempt and pushes my hands away, letting me know that she doesn’t need my help. Who am I kidding? Does she ever need my help?
Her tongue continues to find every nerve, every spot that causes pleasure in me and I can feel the fluids rushing out of me for her tongue to lick up. Her hands snake their way between my legs and pry them open even further, making sure she doesn’t miss a spot. I can tell my knuckles are turning white form the grip I have on the sheets below me and I have to tell myself in my head to keep breathing long enough for me to be conscious to feel what I’m about to feel.
As soon as her lips circle my clit and start sucking, sound and all, I know I’m done for.
“Oooh don’t stop,” I plead in somewhat of a laugh.
“Sorry, did you say stop?” Callie teases, smiling when I yell in frustration at the loss of her lips.
“No, I didn’t!” I yell, not at all willing to show my internal amusement at her joy in this.
“Well, you should be a little more…loud,” she tells me before bringing her lips back down to where they were.
She picks up where she left off until-
“I mean, really, you should be more clear-“
“Calliope!” I scream, this time in complete frustration and absolutely no amusement.
“That’s more like it,” she whispers triumphantly before her tongue gets back to work.
I make a mental note to wipe that stupid smirk off of her face as soon as I get the chance to. My head is tossing and turning while I squirm beneath her touch for a few more strokes of her tongue before I feel myself start to get to that familiar point.
“Callie,” I gasp, knowing that when I say her name it pushes her to the same point I’m at.
Her moan tells me I’m correct and with every last thrust of her tongue I make sure to make it known to Ryan or any other person who may want her that I’m the only one who can yell her name like this.
“CALLIE!” I scream in complete and utter ecstasy when my muscles tighten completely and I can’t control my body anymore.
I somehow find the energy to keep rocking my hips forward so I can get every last ounce of this feeling I can find as she licks away my arousal. I can’t move or speak or breathe while she kisses her way back up to lay down next to me, wrapping her arm and leg around my waist possessively and pulling the covers over us. I bring the back of my hand to rest over my mouth while I catch my breath and keep my eyes closed tightly.
“Hey,” I hear her say with force, trying to make me look at her.
It takes all of my energy to open my eyes and when I do I find her leaning over me, a serious expression written across her face.
“I love you,” she whispers sincerely, pushing a stray curl from my face. “And there’ll never be anyone else…okay?”
She tells me this with such conviction and meaning that it makes me feel more loved and wanted than I ever have in my life and the only thing I can think of is how lucky I am to be here, in our home, with her.
“Okay,” I whisper shakily, getting a satisfied smile from her before she drops her head back down to rest against my neck.
Her arms and legs are squeezing me tightly, holding on as if I’ll disappear if she doesn’t and it’s all I need to fall asleep for the second time in our new home.