Fanfic: Must Be Doin' Something Right
Title: Must Be Doing Something Right
Author: elpmas03
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Callie/Arizona
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Summary: A song drabble I thought of (the song is “Must Be Doing Something Right” by Billy Currington). I changed a few of the words to make it a little more suitable for them J. It’s a bit more on the romantic side and this may be one of my favorite fics that I’ve written, so I hope everyone likes it.
There has never really been a time in my life where I suddenly realized I knew who I was; sure I’ve had my moments. There was the day I decided to go to medical school; the day I decided to specialize in orthopedics; the day I married George. Well…that last one…at least I thought I knew who I was. Looking back on those memories now, I realize I could not have been more misguided. Because it’s this moment, laying here next to her while she sleeps peacefully on her side, flat golden curls splayed across the pillow, steady breaths penetrating the silence, her naked and sated white body covered in all the right places by the light blue sheet from my bed; this is the moment I realize that everything I have ever wanted and ever wanted to be is finally real.
There’s something about the way she has a tiny smile gracing her lips while she inhales my scent, the way her fingers are clutching possessively to the other half of the sheet I’m tucked under, and the way she instinctively reaches for me every time we happen to drift apart that make my heart swell to such lengths that I didn’t even know existed. She is the most incredibly beautiful, magical, selfless, supportive, loving…super person I have ever met and every minute that slowly ticks by without her scares me; it frightens me to think about those moments because I know when they do come it feels like my ability to breathe and live slowly degenerates until she comes back to me. And that’s the most important part…she always comes back. There is never a moment when I fear she’ll leave me. It took a while for me to get there, but it suddenly hit me one day that she is not George. She is not Erica. I’ve always had to compare relationships in the past to try and reassure myself that I was making the right choice, but not with her. No one compares to her.
It astonishes me every time I think about how much control she has over me; even though we’ve been together for a while now, she remains a pleasant mystery to me. When Christina came to me one day, rambling about surgery vs. love, I actually laughed in her face because I thought it was a lame joke she was playing me with. When I realized she was being serious, I didn’t even have to think about my answer. And when I finished recounting the story of Izzie cutting Denny’s LVAC wire to Arizona, I found myself having stirring thoughts of what I would have done had it been her life on the line. I only shook the images of hearing her heart monitor pierce my ears while I stood helplessly by with scissors in my hand, when she asked me if I was okay.
A woman is a mystery, you just can’t understand
Sometimes all it takes to please her is the touch of your hand
And other times, you gotta take it slow, and hold her all night long
Heaven knows there’s so many ways you can go wrong
I have this urge every moment we’re together to make her know how I feel about her, whether it’s an affectionate smile or a light touch of my hand on her leg under the table or whispering those three words that took me by such surprise months ago. To me, she looks the most beautiful when she looks like she does now-her skin seems to be glowing from the past few hours of passion and obsession we delved in, her bangs are still sticking loosely to her forehead from the last remnants of perspiration, and the moonlight is touching her curves in all of the right places.
I watch my hand float into the air from where it was resting on pillow and hover above her half-exposed stomach as if I have no control over it. I take my time basking in the effect I have on her skin, watching the goose bumps appear before my fingers even make contact. My eyes stay glued to the sight before me-my dark fingers traveling down the side of her pale body, absorbing every flicker of electricity they get in response of their journey, until they come to her outer thigh where they pause and draw slow, lazy circles across the smooth surface.
I muffle a quiet giggle when I see her lips scrunch in confusion before fading back into a tiny, adorable smirk when she registers what’s happening. She sighs heavily and allows me to soak up every inch of her for as long as she can control herself. I could spend hours, days…hell, years, watching her sleep; I always thought it was kind of creepy when people did that, but that was before, when I never had someone who did see me. Now that I’m with a person who can’t seem to get enough of me, I reciprocate the feeling every opportunity I get. A few minutes of intimacy pass without any interruption from her, until my fingers slide around her leg to her inner thigh and tickle a trail up her leg. I watch her face the entire time, waiting for that moment when those cerulean eyes open and I get to see a devilish and adoring smile grace those perfect lips. My wish is granted when her eyes slowly flutter open and give an accusing glare; sure, we’ve only slept for about an hour tonight and it’s already three in the morning, but I know she’ll forgive me for the interruption with a simple pout. My tactics work…of course…and an expression of amazement takes over her face instead. Knowing she’s watching me watch her with that look is making my insides burn with lust and passion that I know I can’t control for much longer.
When I take my eyes away from where my hand is, I look up to see her smiling at me fondly, knowing what’s going on inside of my head right now. She always knows. Her smile grows wider until dimples are protruding, but I stay serious. This time isn’t about sex or satisfying that special hunger; this is about showing her what’s really going on inside of me.
She realizes what my calm demeanor means and lets the smile fade back to normal as she brings her hand up to tuck a stray hair behind my ear and that move, for some reason, sets me off. I creep forward and hesitate just inches from her lips for a few agonizing seconds before closing the gap between us and molding our lips together. I hear her moan as soon as I shift our bodies so I’m hovering on top of her under the sheets, our skin connecting instantly and sending the butterflies in my stomach into action.
Must be doin’ something right, I just heard you sigh
Lean into my kiss and close those deep blue need-you eyes
Don’t know what I did to earn a love like this
But baby, I must be doin’ something right
What feels like hours of tongues dancing, lips cuddling, and sighs escaping ends when I pull back to catch my breath. Her eyes stay closed for a few prolonged seconds and when they open I see that familiar flicker of desire and want before I start to kiss down her body, making my way from her neck to her breasts to her stomach until I end up between her legs. She closes her eyes again and writhes slightly in anticipation as she waits for me to continue my exploration.
I could give her what she wants in my usual way, but something about the thoughts rushing through my head before makes me feel a little creative just to prove how much I want her. I quietly lean forward and grab one of the fresh roses resting in a vase on my bedside table and caress her skin with it, dragging it from her neck to her stomach and hips until I’m back where I was before. She’s smiling bashfully now and biting on her bottom lip, but her eyes are still closed, wanting to keep their owner guessing. I kiss one of her thighs gently, causing her to shiver and bite down on her lip a little harder. Keeping my lips close to her body, I blow cool air up and down the wet, sensitive folds that are before me. She gasps at the rush of sensations and arches her back into the air, telling me she wants more.
Anywhere you wanna go, baby show me the way
I’m open to suggestions, whatever you say
Tonight’s about giving you what you want, whatever it takes
Girl I hope I’m on the right road and judging by the smile on your face…
Using the flower still in my hand, I run the bright red pedals along the sensitive spot my breath just traced a line across. I don’t think I’ve ever heard or seen her this way-something about the way I’m touching her without actually touching her is causing her to pant while her body shakes involuntarily for release. I use the pedals to get her closer and closer, taking in every movement of her body.
“Callie,” she whines just loudly enough for me to hear her while her hips rise into the air, trying to feel as much as possible.
I shift so we’re face-to-face again, but let the flower keep doing the work below while I softly kiss her neck and face until she can’t control herself anymore and pulls me by the hair so our lips melt together. The fire that’s burning inside of me is overwhelming and intoxicating; her hips are rocking uncontrollably against the pedals now and it’s becoming harder for her to focus enough to kiss me back. Watching the reaction I’m getting from her is causing my own arousal to awaken in every cell of my body. The second the rose stokes her clit she screams out my name in a whimper that shakes me to the core and forces my own body to tighten above her and let the waves of pleasure cascade over it.
She rides her own orgasm in slow movements, using all of her energy to keep a connection with the delicate flower I’m clenching in my hand. When I can’t hold myself up any longer, I drop the flower and fall onto the bed beside her. We stay silent while we try to catch our breaths, our bodies still reveling in the aftershock. I turn on my side and wrap my arm and leg around her protectively, nestling my face in the crook of her neck and listening to her heart still pounding rapidly in her chest.
“I love you,” I whisper so quietly against her skin that I’m not sure she heard me at first.
She kisses the top of my head and I can tell she’s smiling. She always hears me.
“I love you, too.”
…Must be doin’ something right, I just heard you sigh
Lean into my kiss and close those deep blue need-you eyes
Don’t know what I did to earn a love like this
But baby, I must be doin’ something right