Fanfic: City of Black and White (6/?)
Title: City of Black and White (6/?)
Author: elpmas03
Rating: NC17 (eventually)
Pairing: Callie/Arizona
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Summary: I apologize profusely for this part taking so long; normally, I’m not akin to torturing readers by leaving them hanging at such an important moment, but I just haven’t been in the mood to continue this lately. I actually had to force myself to write this in fear of you all stoning me or something. I’ve thought a lot about how to do this part and after reading a lot of feedback, I actually switched what I had planned and did it this way. So if you don’t like it, it’s all your fault. Just kidding…but seriously. I am starting the lovely world of college again pretty soon, so updates may be very spaced out. Again, I am sorry, but don’t hurt me. Thanks for reading and being patient! (P.S. Sorry it’s so short, but this is all I could get out of my tired little brain)
Callie
I’ve been staring at this white door for at least thirty minutes, contemplating what I should do. I feel like I’m drunk, almost as if all rationality has completely left me. And it feels…right. She makes me feel like this. Like I don’t have to worry or over-think being with her because being with her is the safest feeling I have ever had.
Before I lose my nerve, I reach up and lightly tap on the door. Just as I’m about to knock a little hard, I watch the door knob twitch before the door finally peaks open. Her eyes are slightly glazed over, her hair is a complete mess of flattened curls, and she’s wearing an old college t-shirt and a pair of simple black athletic shorts.
“Callie,” her voice sounds sleepy and shocked when she sees me standing in front of her. She fumbles with her t-shirt a few times, trying to look more presentable (although I think this is the most perfect I’ve ever seen her) and shakes her head to find what to say. “Uhhh what…what are you doing here?”
Her eyebrows scrunch up when I stay silent and continue to give her a blank stare. I had a whole speech planned for this moment and even a backup plan. A backup plan that involved me kissing her, but a backup plan nonetheless and I can’t seem to remember either of those plans.
“Are you going to say something?” she whispers, leaning towards me almost as if she’s checking to see if I’m still breathing. I manage to nod and she steps aside and opens the door for me to come in. She steps back to where she was a moment ago when I don’t enter. My eyes lock with hers and it’s all it takes to cause my resolve to disappear.
I practically lunge at her, capturing her lips with mine and forcing us into the apartment. She groans when my tongue quickly finds hers and pushes me backwards until my back hits the door and we fumble into it until it’s closed. The next few seconds are filled with moans, lips and tongues colliding, hips rocking, and heavy breathing. My hands slide underneath her shirt and I waste no time lifting the offending item up and over her head. Our lips break just long enough for me to remove the cotton clothing and we rush back together once it’s gone. I let out a tiny whimper when I feel her fingers fumbling with the button of my jeans. I can tell by the shaking of her hands that she’s nervous; she pulls her lips away and concentrates on the pesky puzzle that is keeping me from being half naked. I take the opportunity to catch my breath, reveling in the feeling of her fingers igniting sparks on my skin.
I shiver at the sensation and the feel of her eyes roaming my body. I feel so out of breath, like I just ran a marathon; my heart is beating so fast and hard I’m afraid it’s going to burst out of my chest. I tilt my head back and stare at the ceiling, willing my lungs to catch up with the blood rushing through me. Her soft lips are suddenly brushing across my neck and I groan when my body does the exact opposite of what I’m telling it to. Everything about this feels so good; the feel of her body pressed tightly against mine, her unique smell overwhelming my senses, and especially her eyes shining with such adoration. When brown meets blue, I’ve never felt so perfect in my life.
“Callie,” her voice rings softly and hesitantly in my ears. “What are you doing here?”
I can see the fear shining in her normally perky eyes; I reach up to brush her bangs aside, watching as she closes her eyes for a few prolonged seconds when our skin touches.
“I don’t really know,” I whisper and instantly regret it when her angry eyes shoot open. “Wait, that’s not what I meant.” I reach out and grab her by the wrist when she spins around to walk away. “I know what I’m doing here-“ I motion to the area surrounding us and only get a confused look back. “I just don’t know what I’m doing here.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she states bluntly and I can’t help but chuckle at the adorable confusion written across her face. I take a few steps toward her and start playing with the neckline of her t-shirt.
“I know why I’m here, in your apartment. You,” I watch her lips curl into a bashful grin. “Ever since you showed up I’ve just been…me. And there’s just something that feels so right about that. I don’t want it to go away…ever.”
“You kind of like me,” she bats her eyelashes playfully as we both giggle. She reaches up and wraps her lips around mine. It’s the most delicate, soft, sensual kiss I’ve ever experienced and it leaves me breathless when she pulls away. She waits for me to look at her before speaking again. “But you have a husband.” She doesn’t sound angry or fearful; there’s a compassionate tone to her voice that makes my heart feel a little warmer. “I’m not going to stand here and say I don’t want to be with you because honestly? That’s all I’ve wanted for weeks,” she reciprocates the smile I give her. “But I can’t be the reason your marriage ends, Callie.”
I start shaking my head before she even finishes. “You’re not. I mean you are, but…you’re not. You showed me how much better I deserve. You give me something he doesn’t and…” I can’t seem to find the words to make this mean enough for her. “I’ve never wanted someone more in my life.”
She gulps loudly and I see her eyes flash with lust for a brief second, contemplating forgetting about talking. But as soon as her responsible self kicks in, the look disappears.
“I can’t…I don’t want to do this,” she motions between the two of us. “Not while you’re still with George. I don’t want to be that girl and I don’t want you to be…like him.”
All of the caution I felt on my way here disappears when she says this. Anyone else would have thrown my conscience and well-being out the window in exchange for taking our physical desires further. But not her.
“Okay,” my voice cracks slightly with emotion. “I’ll tell him. I’ll tell him now.”
“Really?” she sounds like a little kid on Christmas morning.
“Really,” I say softly and bring her lips to mine again. Our lips are so perfect together, exploring the taste and feel so gracefully. As my hands start to graze up the side of her stomach, she groans and wraps her fingers around my wrists to pry them away.
“Mm, okay you have to go,” she groans, but I pull her back to me by her neck and find her lips with mine again. She laughs and allows me to continue exploring for a few more seconds before pulling away again. “Callie,” she warns, her lips giving away her sternness when they curl into a smile.
“Okay,” I sigh and hold my hands up in surrender. I give her one last peck and back out of the apartment as quickly as possible, knowing that if I stay any longer I’ll do something neither of us wants to happen right now. Well…we both want it to happen…just not on these terms. But that’s going to change as soon as I get back to my apartment; my life is going to change.