Fanfic: Stuck Like Glue
Title: Stuck Like Glue
Author: elpmas03
Rating: PG
Pairing: Callie/Arizona
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Summary: The idea made me smile…I hope it makes you do the same. P.S. Is it September yet?
“Calliope,” my voice rumbles in a low and dangerous warning followed up with a stern glare that peeks over the top of the medical journal resting on top of my chest. My eyes narrow into slits focused on the woman who is currently pressing soft, but hungry kisses up the inside of my right leg. She doesn’t even flinch at the prospect of my threatening gaze; instead she smiles against my skin and continues making her way from the bottom of our bed towards my stomach. I’m trying to be as serious as possible, but seriously? How can I when she’s looking at me like that. “That’s very distracting,” I feel my voice shake as a shiver runs up the length of my body. Damn it.
“Oh,” she feigns innocence. “Is it?”
I roll my eyes and let out an exasperated sigh before returning my attention to the article in front of me. I reread the same sentence at least twenty times in my head, trying my hardest to ignore her lips that are exploring just above the hem of my shorts. I gulp loudly when I feel her tongue leave a wet trail along my skin above the fabric.
“The patient did not respond to the treatment-“ I read the sentence out loud and only get a giggle against my skin in response of my lame tactic to fend her off. “-until the…UNTIL THE THIRD DAY OF THE TRIAL-“ I raise my voice as she torturously tugs my shorts down my legs until I’m left in just my plain white t-shirt and bright red panties.
I glance up briefly and see her wiggle her eyebrows at the brightly colored underwear I have on (they’re her favorite), completely ignoring my resistance. She keeps her eyes glued to the sight before her and leans forward to softly trail her fingers underneath my shirt and up my stomach.
“There’s no use trying to resist me,” she mumbles against the lightly tanned skin of my stomach.
As much as I hate to admit being wrong, I have to agree with her on this one. It always amazes me how insatiable we both still are after being together for so long. But what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her. And besides…I’m Arizona Robbins. I’m never wrong. Our eyes meet and linger on each other for a few prolonged seconds before I pull my book back upright and continue to try and concentrate. I hear her laugh before her lips continue their trail along my body.
I clear my throat loudly. “After two more treatments the patient showed signs of progre-ooooh,” my eyes flutter shut as I tip my head back in ecstasy when Callie starts writing her name across my stomach with her tongue.
“Mmm,” I hear her moan when she hears my response.
I lose all self-control when she briefly darts her tongue underneath my panties. I toss the journal aside and blindly fumble around until I find her hands. Her laughter fills the room while I yank her towards me at the top of the bed and flip her onto her back so I’m straddling her waist.
“Shut up,” I command, trying to sound annoyed at her victory.
“Oooh feisty Arizona tonight?” her eyes widen in excitement and surprise. “Yay!” she squeals and lightly claps her hands together, mocking my usual perkiness.
I roughly push my lips onto hers to shut her up, massaging her top lip for a few seconds before I slide my tongue against hers. Our moans of desire fill the room as I feel her hands venturing down my back; just as they’re about to reach her favorite part of my body, she stops and flips me onto my back. We pull apart for air while I fumble with the buttons and zipper on her jeans. I can feel her watching my rushed movements, listening to my ragged breathing and noticing the fire burning in my eyes. I suddenly stop my hands and look up to see why her hands are not roaming my body as usual. I glance up to see her watching me, brushing aside my bangs affectionately.
“Told you you couldn’t resist,” she whispers.
I reach up and cup her cheek with my hand, trying to steady my heartbeat. “I couldn’t if I wanted to,” I reply, trying to show how much I adore her with every inch of me. It seems to work; her lips break into that breathtaking smile that always makes my pulse quicken. I mirror the pure joy on her face and lift my head up with every intention of showing her how much I adore her. Just as our lips are about to touch, our bedroom door swings open and we both jump at the sound.
“Whoa oh whoa oh, stuck like glue! You and me baby we’re stuck like glue!”
Her high pitched, excited voice echoes around the room while she jumps up and down and waves her tiny arms in the air. Blonde ringlets shadow her movements, staying suspended in the air and making her look like Einstein for a few seconds. Big blue eyes light up when she catches us laughing at her, followed by the appearance of a profound dimple on her right cheek as her lips stretch into a pleased grin. She pauses for a second to catch her breath and opens her mouth to continue, but stops. The room is quiet for a few seconds before Callie catches on and lets out a quiet chuckle.
“Whoa oh whoa oh,” Callie sings and hesitates before continuing. Emma’s eyes widen in understanding before she starts bouncing up and down again.
“Stuck like glue! You and me-“ she points in our direction on the last word. “-baby we’re stuck like glue!”
Callie rolls her eyes until they land on me; she rolls off of me and tosses my shorts at my head so I can slip them back on. Sliding off of the bed I watch her grab Emma’s hands and jump up and down with her, singing the song as loud as they can. It’s moments like this where I can’t remember how I ever could have not wanted children. I pushed the thought away for so long that I thought it was what I really wanted. Until I found Callie. Until I started picturing a little girl with big brown eyes and jet black hair and another just like the one flashing me the biggest smile right now.
“Come on, Mommy!” she yells, leaving Callie to grab my hand and try and pull me off of the bed.
“Yeah! Come on, Mommy!” Callie whines, but doesn’t stop jumping up and down.
I smile and slip out of the bed just as Callie finds the song on her iPod and blasts it through the room. I let out a tired sigh before bouncing up and down, my arms remaining stiff at my sides and my head rolling around on my neck. I watch Callie give me a flirty look before scooting towards me with her butt leading the way. I let out a snort and grab her waist once she’s close enough, pulling her body into mine. We start gently swaying while Emma continues her stampede around our room, flailing her arms in the air and shaking her butt the more we laugh at her.
She finally runs out of breath and leaps into Callie’s waiting arms, hugging her tightly and kissing me on the tip of my nose.
“Can I sleep in here tonight?” she pleads and lets her bottom lip quiver innocently.
“She’s so your daughter,” I hear Callie mumble before kissing Emma on the cheek and nodding her head. She bounces up and down excitedly in Callie’s arms before hopping to the floor and scurrying to the bed.
“Yep,” I agree, wrapping my arms back around Callie’s waist. “She is.”
She leans back and places a gentle, sweet kiss on my lips before gliding forward and lying in the middle of the bed. I take a second to watch their giddy faces as they both pat the spot next to Callie and giggle. I feel my smile grow so big that it makes my cheeks hurt. Letting out a content sigh I scoot under the covers and wrap my limbs as tightly around my wife as possible, feeling a tiny hand clutch my t-shirt to pull me even closer. I hear a gentle little voice humming and soft lips on my forehead before drifting off into darkness.