Fanfic: Work It Out (3/3)
Title: Work It Out (3/3)
Author: elpmas03
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Callie/Arizona
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Summary: Let’s be real…would it really be one of my fanfics without this kind of chapter? I haven’t read this over a final time because I’m in a hurry to post it, so I apologize for any mistakes and whatnot. Enjoy!
Callie
You know those times when you’re with someone and you feel such tenderness? Such love and adoration shown with gentle caresses that make everything feel like it’s moving in slow motion? Or those times when you take your time, making sure to appreciate their body in every way?
This is not one of those times.
This is the other kind of passion; the kind where you can’t seem to feel or taste enough of each other. The type of sex that’s rough and frenzied, like if you don’t push each other over the edge fast enough, time will run out. You feel so much possessiveness and desire for the other person that it makes you lightheaded and lose control of your body and your mind. You don’t think-you grab and lick and moan until someone either passes out or gets hurt.
The latter seems to be the predicament I’m in right now; I can feel my back stinging after being roughly thrown into the hallway wall as soon as we get inside the front door, but I don’t say anything. I mask the gasp of pain with a rumbling moan and fumble around to get Arizona’s jacket off while I kick both of my shoes off at the same time. Our tongues are stroking each other so feverishly I can hear the wetness breaking the silence of our brand new house. Suddenly I feel us moving again, to the right-no, wait…the left. We’re probably two of the least graceful people you could ever meet and it has never been more obvious than right now.
As we stumble toward the stairs Arizona frees me of my jacket and green blouse so I’m now only in a pair of dark jeans and a black bra. Keeping true to our lack of coordination, she stumbles backwards when her heels find the bottom of the stairs and I catch her just before she slams into the wood. I take the opportunity of our mouths being free and practically tear off her skinny jeans while she removes her own shirt. I briefly take a few seconds to marvel at how perfect her body is-she’s down to just a neon pink bra and black panties; her stomach is unrealistically flat and don’t even get me started on the legs.
She doesn’t seem to appreciate the lack of contact because after a few seconds I’m tugged down on top of her and we’re right back to grinding our hips into each other and vocally letting our appreciation for each other known. She also doesn’t seem to like the position that we’re in-her hands are trying their hardest to push my hips backwards so she can flip us around, but I just giggle and use my strength to keep her pinned under me. It’s not until she grabs my arms that are propping me up in both sides of her head and yanks me off balance. She grips my stomach just before I’m about to fall on top of her and pushes me backwards; as soon as my butt nudges the little table across the hallway she grabs my legs and lifts me into the air. I land on the table and immediately feel her lips curve into a satisfied grin.
“Problem?” she asks when I try to squirm my way out of the grip her hands have on my legs.
“Nope,” I reply breathlessly, pulling her lips back to mine for a quick and sloppy kiss. “I love authority, remember?”
I chuckle when I get the same jealous look she had watching me flirt with the salesclerk and quickly shuts me up by shoving her hand down my pants. With a quick thrust of her hips she glides one finger into me and I jerk in shock; she gasps when she feels how easily she slides into me.
“Arizona,” I moan her name breathlessly when she starts to pump in and out of me in a steady rhythm.
She grabs a fistful of my hair and tries to kiss me, but my brain does not seem to be functioning well enough at the moment; instead of a kiss, our lips seem to just be carelessly bumping into each other. My breathing is getting more and more ragged as she picks up the pace and adds another finger. Our tongues start to flick and slide against each other while she scratches the fingers of her other hand from my scalp to my neck to the valley between my breasts and down my stomach, effectively leaving a red path in her wake. She pulls me forward by my leg and pushes my upper body backwards so I’m at an angle and she can push deeper into me.
I hold onto the table for dear life and lift my hips in the air each time she flicks her thumb against my clit; I can feel myself getting so close. I pound the palm of my hand on the table to express my frustration when she pulls out and pushes back in to tease me; I hear the crash of a picture frame come from down the hallway, but neither of us flinches. I can hear myself begging for more as if I’m outside of my body. She takes the hint that I might die soon if she doesn’t give me what I want and simultaneously adds a third finger, shoves her tongue in my mouth, and drives her hips hard into the back of her hand. One more flick of her thumb and I’m stumbling into a brief darkness. My mouth is hanging open as I whimper and search for air and I can feel the sweat trickling down my forehead and neck. Her fingers are still wiggling inside of me, repeatedly hitting that spot that she discovered our first night together. I let out a soft scream when she suddenly pushes into me hard and another orgasm takes over. I can sense the tears mixing with perspiration while I squeeze my eyes shut so tight I see flecks of white appear in the darkness.
I feel her slide the tip of her tongue down my neck and blow cool air over the trail back up-she clearly isn’t done with me. I stay limp for a few more seconds, letting her think she still has control before suddenly sliding off of the table and pushing her to the cool, wooden floor. I straddle her waist and pin her hands to the floor above her head, watching her put up a respectable fight before quickly giving up. I reward the effort by grinding my entire body down onto hers and watching as her eyes shoot open in pleasure. They roll into the back of her head when I abruptly start to rub her through her panties; her stomach muscles spring into action when she repeatedly lifts her hips into the air each time I pull away.
There’s something about knowing that I’m the one causing such intense sensations in her that always turns me on and this time is no different.
“You’re so wet,” I whisper into her ear and get a deep moan in response.
I pull my hand away and quickly remove the last remaining article of clothing below her waist. After taking a few seconds to steady my breathing and lick the insides of her legs, I look up and make sure she’s watching while I lick my lips slowly. She lets out a frustrated groan when I tease her by blowing cool air over the slick sight before me.
“Spread your legs,” I mumble against her leg and watch as she uses all her energy to open them as far as she can.
I immediately run my tongue along her folds and flick her clit when I get to it
“Ohmygod,” she groans, digging her nails into my scalp to hold me where I am.
I suck and flick my tongue a few times before circling her opening with one finger and watching her shudder from the new sensation. She cries out my name when I enter her with two fingers, curling them every now and then just so I can watch her desperately lift her hips into the air. Pretty soon her begging for me to go harder and faster quickly turns into frantic pleas asking me not to stop. Every muscle in my body is sore and aching, but her whimpers and the rocking of her hips spur me on. I find the one spot in particular I know will send her head spinning and just as I’m about to finish her off-
KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK!
I quickly cup my free hand over her mouth to muffle any noises she might emit and we both go completely frozen. I can see two shadows on the other side of the door, shuffling on their feet impatiently; another knock on the door and a deep voice calling our names tells me it’s our next door neighbors.
Crap.
I look down and see Arizona clamping her eyes shut, trying to focus on keeping quiet and I think maybe even praying that they will go away. It’s taking every ounce of concentration I have to not move my fingers that are still inside of her; I know if I do, the two people on the other side of the door will hear quite a show.
“Hello? Anyone home?” a woman’s voice sings from the other side of the door as she knocks again.
Doesn’t anyone in Suburbia understand that when nobody answers after you knock three times, it means they’re not home? Or in this case…they’re preoccupied. I’m starting to scrunch my face to help both the pain and the laugh that’s dancing at the edge of my lips. Arizona’s eyes peek open and she watches as the two shadows start walking away. I take a quick glance to the door and as soon as I see they’re gone I jerk my hand deep into her and her entire body goes stiff. She screams my name and then goes completely silent and limp, only making noise when I later remove my fingers and flop down next to her.
We both lay on our backs, trying to steady our breathing and stop the shivering that’s overtaking our bodies. I bring my hand up to wipe my bangs away from sticking to my forehead and zip my jeans up. The sound of my zipper snaps Arizona from her unconscious-like state and she shoots up onto her elbows and looks at me.
“What are you doing?” she asks breathlessly and wipes her sticky bangs off of her forehead.
I freeze my movements and give her a confused look; I feel like I just got caught stealing a cookie or something.
“Uh…zipping my pants?” I say it like a question, looking for some sort of reaction.
She just smiles and crawls on top of me.
“And who said I was done?”