Fanfic: Rock, Paper, Scissors
Title: Rock, Paper, Scissors
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: Fluffy, sexy, goodness…Callie and Arizona get a few days off from work and this is how they spend it. Sex caves and rock, paper, scissors…that’s all I’m going to say.
The minute the cool air from the refrigerator hits my legs I automatically regret not wearing pants. Goosebumps lay a trail from my ankles to the top of my thighs where my boy shorts lay and I find myself shivering at the breeze while I glance over the empty shelves before me. All that I find are two cans of beer, a jar of pickles, and a bottle of ketchup. Yum.
“Soooo what are you making me?” I hear Arizona sing from behind me.
It only takes a few seconds before her hands find their way around my waist and she’s resting her chin on my shoulder, looking at the random particles of “food” sitting before me.
“Uh….well,” I squeak, pursing my lips and cocking my head to the side while I try to come up with some brilliant concoction. “How do you feel about…maybe…yeah, there’s nothing I can come up with with that combination.”
I shut the door and turn around to lean back against the cool metal behind me. It takes me a few seconds to form coherent thoughts after I see her standing a few feet before me in a pair of very, very tiny black athletic shorts and an oversized, long-sleeve grey Hopkins shirt. I can’t help it. I know, I know, it’s been her “outfit” for the past two days…or at least for the rare moments she’s been wearing clothes during the past two days. Ahh, sigh….the last two magical, lazy, incredible days that have involved no surgery and no 3 a.m. 911 pages. They have been all sleep, sex, food, sex, watching random movies, and sex and can you really blame a girl for getting all giddy watching her right now when the past two days have been the way they have? The way she pulls the sleeves up and nibbles on the cuffs of one arm to stay warm is possibly the most adorable thing I’ve ever witnessed, but my thought is broken when I hear her stomach grumbling and she gives me a sheepish grin in response.
“Looks like someone’s making a grocery run,” I hum, eliciting a soft giggle from her.
When I continue to stand their silent with an expectant look on my face, she opens her mouth in shock and raises her eyebrows.
“Um, I’m not going…you’re the hostess,” she retorts, lifting herself up onto the counter behind her and dangling her feet over the edge.
“Fine. Rock, paper, scissors, let’s go,” I answer nonchalantly, stepping forward until I’m just close enough for her toes to tickle my legs when they swing.
“No, I’m-“
“Come on.”
“Calliope-“
“Rock-” I interrupt her again and start the countdown for the game to begin.
She rolls her eyes and brings her hand up into a fist to get ready. I can tell she’s trying to look appalled, but the small hint of an amused smirk gives her away.
“-paper, scissors, shoot!” I finish, unfolding my hand to form a piece of paper, only to be cut up by her fake pair of finger scissors.
“Two out of three,” I declare, bunching my fist up again.
“No way, I won-“
“Rock!” I interrupt her again and pound my fist into my other hand. “Paper, scissors, shoot!”
I sigh in defeat when she crushes my scissors with a triumphant rock and begins to do a victory dance that involves her pointer fingers poking into the air around her and flat blonde curls bouncing up and down.
“You suck,” I mumble, taking my walk of shame back into the bedroom to pull on a pair of black sweatpants and my puffy red winter jacket.
I grab a pair of socks before walking back out to find her now on the couch flipping through random daytime television. I grab my sneakers and plop down next to her to put them on. She settles for some sappy Lifetime movie as I get up to leave, but her hand quickly finds mine and she pulls me down so our lips are just inches apart. I find myself staring into the most loving and affectionate pair of eyes that have ever looked back at me and just when I’m ready to feel her lips on mine and hear those three words, she delivers…well…three words, at least.
“Don’t forget chocolate,” she whispers and smiles when I groan and pull away at her playfulness.
I give her one last unbelievably fake glare before grabbing my keys and wallet and opening the door.
“Love you,” she yells right before I’m about to close the door.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” I reply, spinning around to give her a smirk before closing the door and heading to the store to shut both of our stomachs up.
“Well, well, well, look who emerged from her sex cave,” a man’s voice echoes from my right and I quickly jerk my head in embarrassment to find out who the hell is talking to me like this.
Of course it’s Mark. It’s always Mark.
“My what?” I ask in confusion.
“I know you two haven’t been playing scrabble for the past two days,” he explains and grins when I glare at his loudness. “Besides…you have sex hair.”
“I do not have sex hair and could you maybe not inform the store that I’ve been having sex for the past two days?” I whisper under my breath and put the box of cereal I was looking at back on the shelf.
“Ah, so you admit it,” he nods in satisfaction.
I stop mid-comeback when I see what he has in his grocery basket and let out a loud cackle instead. He realizes what I’m laughing about and shields the box quickly with a bag of chips, glancing around to make sure nobody else noticed.
“PMSing are we?” I mumble trying my hardest not to laugh as I start walking down the aisle with Mark on my heels.
“I’m a good boyfriend,” he retorts through gritted teeth and catches up to me so we’re walking side-by-side now. “So, how has your time off been?”
He knows how my time off has been; if it wasn’t for the way he asks the question in such a sarcastic and immature way, I would’ve taken him seriously.
“Clearly better than yours,” I answer, shooting a look to the box of tampons in his basket and stopping when I find the candy aisle.
“I’ll have you know,” he begins with an offended look on his face. “My two days off have been wonderful. Just because we’re not sex-crazed teenagers like you two doesn’t mean Lexie and I don’t have fun.”
“We are not sex-crazed teenagers,” I defend my relationship, but have to shrug in defeat when I realize he’s a little right. “Okay, maybe a little, but that’s not all we do, thank you very much. And I’m not discussing this with you.”
“Mhmm,” he hums before walking slowly down the aisle away from me and towards the check-out line. “That’s what a sex-crazed teenager would say!”
I roll my head back in frustration and give the old couple next to me an apologetic smile before grabbing as many bags of chocolate as I can, paying quickly, and heading out of the store as fast as I can.
I walk into my apartment with my arms loaded with groceries to find Arizona in the exact same spot she was in when I left, watching the exact same stupid movie, and grinning at my entrance in the exact same innocent way I saw before I closed the door behind me.
“I got your stupid chocolate,” I tell her when she raises her eyebrows expectantly and I throw one of the three bags at her.
“Yay!” she squeals, not wasting any time before opening the bag and unwrapping one of the tiny Hershey kisses.
She gets up and follows me to the kitchen to help me put away the four bags of groceries. Or so I thought. Before I can even put down all of the bags, her lips are pushed hard, but sweetly against my own and I’m feeling lightheaded. When she pulls away, I can’t seem to open my eyes or remember how to breathe and I can almost hear her grinning at my current flustered state.
“Thank you,” she whispers, kissing both of my cheeks before her lips make their way down my neck and plant soft kisses between words. “For. My chocolate.”
“Yeah…right…sure…” I manage to whisper back as she unzips my jacket and lets it slide to the floor.
The sensations I feel from her fingertips running smoothly up and down the skin that’s not covered by my t-shirt coupled with my heart pounding in my ears and the feel of her body pressed against mine are all blowing my mind. I’ve always loved the way I feel when I’m with Arizona, but for some reason I always figured that excitement and exhilaration I felt at the beginning of our relationship would fade away over time like it has with everyone else I’ve been with. Wow, was I wrong-the way my body is tingling right now tells me I should’ve been expecting the very opposite. After a few more kisses planted on my neck, she pulls her lips away and I catch my breath long enough to open my eyes again and look at her.
“I’ll get you chocolate anytime if you thank me like that,” I tell her, resulting in the smile and dimples that make my heart beat just a little bit faster every time I see them.
“How was the grocery store?” she asks in the same way Mark asked me about my two days off earlier.
“I saw Mark…he says we have a sex cave,” I tell her, grabbing the bags she hasn’t picked up off of the floor and setting them on the counter.
“A sex cave?” she questions.
“I guess he’s kind of right…we haven’t really been outside in the past day and half,” I try to reason with his assumption. “Plus, you’re not the quietest.”
I scrunch my shoulders in defense of the playful slap she gives me, but before I can regain my composure I’m being pushed backward until my back gently hits the wall near the refrigerator.
“I’m pretty sure, you’re the louder one,” she says in a husky voice.
“I do not believe you,” I respond robotically, taking pleasure in this little game.
“Well…” she huffs and brings her lips to just graze over my own. “I guess I’ll have to show you.”
She wiggles her eyebrows suggestively and pulls away, walking backwards toward the bedroom and pulling the long sleeve t-shirt slowly off of her body. She gives me a quick peek of her nakedness before sliding around the corner and into the bedroom. I take a few rushed steps forward before remembering all of the spoil-possible food sitting on the counters. Sex. Or fresh food. Sex or fresh food. Hm. Oh, who am I kidding?
“Bring the chocolate!” she yells from inside of the bedroom just as I’m turning the corner.
I roll my eyes and grab the bag before opening the door to find her sitting on the edge of the bed, dangling her feet like she was earlier on the kitchen counter top. She brings her eyes away from the ground when she notices I’m in the room and smiles at me shyly, tilting her head to the side as she studies my expression of adoration and desire. It’s a hard feeling to explain, but sometimes when I watch her I can’t seem to notice anything else around us. It’s usually at random moments of the day like when she’s talking animatedly to a 6-year-old patient or nibbling on a bag of pretzels and reading a magazine. And then there are times like this one where she’s looking at me in the same way, almost as if she were to smile any wider she would explode. It’s strange for me to think about how I was before her both as a person and as a girlfriend no matter who it was with. If I’m being honest, sometimes I even forget about past relationships because they don’t compare. Nothing does.
“What?” she whispers, knowing that I’m having another one of those overwhelming moments that she sometimes finds me engrossed in.
I shake my head lightly, trying to break my thoughts and reassure her.
“Nothing,” I whisper, my voice cracking slightly with a tiny hint of emotion that I know only she can pick up on.
She knows I’m lying a little, but she just lets the smile creep across her face a little more and for some reason it snaps my mind back to the fact that my half naked girlfriend is sitting patiently at the edge of my bed. I feel the sexy grin on my lips and give her a playful look before walking to her and gently pushing her back onto the bed so I’m hovering over her with my legs resting on the bed on both sides of her waist. I get the hint she’s giving me when her fingers play with the bottom of my t-shirt and I sit up on my knees to pull the clothing off, arching my back just a little before it slides over my head. As soon as it hits the floor I bend back down with my hands on the bed just above both of her shoulders.
She has a small smile adorning her face complimented by a tiny hint of dimples; her eyes are the bluest I’ve ever seen them and they’re watching the way my own are roaming every part of her; her fingertips are lightly tickling my back and hips, leaving tiny goosebumps in their wake. We stay this way for what feels like hours, just watching the other and breathing in the exhale the other offers.
“I love you,” I whisper, bringing my left hand up to stroke her cheek lightly and play with a few curls that are splayed next to her.
Normally she would smile at me and say it back in a casual, but meaningful manner, but the serious expression I have on my face and the way I’m looking into her eyes with such intensity replaces her smile with a look of bewilderment and affection instead. She seems to be searching for the ability to speak again and I make an internal note to make her feel this every day.
“Calliope-“
Her whisper of my name is cut off by my lips against her own-it’s soft, but passionate and I can feel every pore of my body on fire at the soft touch and sweet taste of her lips. I feel the vibration from the moan that escapes her when I softly slide one of my hands down her neck to just graze over one of her breasts and stop once it reaches her stomach. Her perfectly toned, unbelievably perfect stomach that connects to a pair of lightly tanned, smooth, long legs that drive me insane. I bring my lips away from hers and kiss my way softly down her neck, making sure to hit every patch of skin I can find while the fingers of one of her hands tangles in my long, wavy, dark hair. I take my time kissing my way down her neck and chest until my lips find her breasts and quickly start to give them the much-needed attention they’re pleading for.
Her breathing becomes more and more ragged with every kiss and flick of my tongue against excited flesh and no matter how fit and perfect her body is, she can never seem to control her breathing when I touch her. I love the fact that I’m the only one who can do this to her; I’m the only one who is allowed and capable of touching her in such an intimate way and she’s all mine. I run the tip of my tongue down the middle of her stomach until it reaches the top of her shorts where I run it along the hem. I use my hands to shimmy the cloth off of her while she holds her hips up in the air to help me. As soon as I see her completely naked and ready for me to take her, I can sense my body starting to run towards that beautiful light of pleasure that she always brings out in me. Every part of her body seems to be glistening and shimmering in the sunlight from outside and I honestly don’t think I’ve ever seen a more beautiful sight than her right now in front of me.’
If it wasn’t for the pleading look she has in her eyes, I could imagine staring at her like this for days, but I know what she wants and as amusing as it is sometimes…I don’t like seeing her pout. I give her a cute smile and she seems to get my unspoken command to move back on the bed until we’re at the headboard. I catch a glimpse of her biting her bottom lip as I begin to kiss my way from the side of one knee up her thigh and then down the other leg and back up again. She’s panting lightly in anticipation, her hands are already gripping the sheets below us tightly, and her legs are fidgeting slightly around me. I move my head down until I’m just inches away from my favorite part of her body and wait a few seconds before slowly blowing a rush of cool air up and down the wet folds in front of my eyes.
“Oh my god,” she sighs in pleasure, her hands finding their way back down to tangle in my hair trying to make me touch her.
Luckily…I have a strong neck and I wrap my fingers around her wrists to pull them out of my hair and tangle our fingers together. She groans quietly when I pull farther away from her and start kissing the inside of her thighs to tease her a little more.
“I love you,” I whisper against the skin of her thigh before planting another soft kiss. “I love you, I love you, I love you…”
I continue my mini worshipping of her legs-did I mention they were amazing?-until I feel her start to shiver above and around me, telling me she’s almost at that point already. I hesitate for a second before gently running my tongue across the length of her center and the gasp of my name I get from her has to be my favorite sound in the entire world. Her hips involuntarily thrust into the air wanting me inside of her, but I gently push them back to the bed and instead lower myself so I’m now lying on my stomach on the bed and her legs are wrapped over my shoulders. I take my time, exploring every part of her my tongue can reach, paying special to attention to those three spots I know send bolts of electricity through her entire body.
“Mmmwow!” she gasps in pleasure.
Spot number one, check.
She’s becoming more and more aroused with every touch of my tongue and I have to admit, I can’t keep up with it. To compensate, I start to massage her folds with my fingers, tickling the warm wetness just enough to push her a little farther but not enough to get her there just yet.
“Callie, please,” she moans and I can tell by the use of my nickname that she does not want to play anymore.
I curl two fingers up inside of her and check off spot number two on my mental list when I hear her gasp again, trying to keep herself from passing out. Her back is arched into the air and her knuckles are turning white now, tugging on the sheets below her. A few more thrusts of my fingers and flicks of my tongue later, I feel her start to tighten around me and I can’t deny myself the urge to kiss her anymore. Despite her pleading, I pull out my fingers and kiss my way up her body until she’s pulling my lips onto hers by the back of my neck. She’s shaking uncontrollably when I enter her again and the emotion and desire in her eyes is mirrored in my own when I feel her fingers quickly find their way under my boy shorts and start to circle my clit without warning.
“Arizona!” I gasp at the unexpected contact and feel my hips push onto her fingers, thrusting into the back of my own hand inside of her.
I squeeze my eyes shut tightly, but open them quickly so I can make sure to see every part of the orgasm she’s about to feel. The next few seconds are full of panting and name-calling and sweating and pleading and thrusting and intimate touches until I add a third finger and she follows my lead by adding her own inside of me.
“Don’t stop,” I plead breathlessly.
A few strokes later, I watch her eyes widen suddenly and her hand rush up to muffle the scream she lets out and before I know it, everything goes black and cascades of ecstasy are rushing throughout my entire body. My toes curl and my muscles tighten as I drive my hips a few more times to make both of us keep feeling this pure passion as long as possible. One last thrust of my hips and the next thing I see when I open my eyes is the white ceiling above me and stars still dancing before my eyes.
I bring the back of my hand up to wipe off the perspiration from my forehead and rub my eyes to try and focus my vision once again. My breathing is slowing down to a normal pace when I glance down to see an arm loosely draped around my stomach, and a leg wrapped around my waist possessively. I turn my head so I’m staring into bright cerulean eyes and a tiny smile framed by blonde curls.
“Took you long enough,” she whispers, her voice hoarse. “How was your nap?”
“Nap? How long was I out?” I ask, flipping over so I’m now lying on my stomach and facing her, tracing the outline of her chin with my pointer finger.
“A good ten minutes, but hey…I’m known to do that to the ladies,” she mumbles and laughs at the stupidity of her own joke when I giggle.
“Pretty sure I was the one making you do the screaming, proving that I’m right…as always,” I whisper, bringing my finger down to trace her lips now.
We stare at each other for a few prolonged seconds until I replace my finger with my lips, kissing her unbelievably softly and lovingly until I start laughing into her lips at the sound of my stomach grumbling.
“So romantic,” she whispers when I pull away, adjust so I’m lying on my side to face her, and lay my head on one hand below me while the other lays across her back to caress the skin below it softly.
“Someone should probably make food,” I reply.
“Hm…rock, paper, scissors?” she asks innocently like a child.
A few minutes later I watch her sit on the side of the bed to pull her clothes on again; it’s the exact same image I’ve seen the past two days and I wish I could do it all the time. As she stands up to go make me my rock, paper, scissors prize, I grab her hand and pull her back to the bed so she’s leaning over me and I’m looking into her eyes as though I’m about to tell her everything she’s ever made me feel.
“Don’t forget wine,” I whisper against her lips and can’t help but smirk at my coyness.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” she mocks my earlier response and pulls away, rolling her eyes in fake annoyance at the karma I’m inflicting on her.
She tries to walk away, but I don’t release her hand; instead I pull her back down again into a searing kiss that’s all tongues and teeth for what feels like minutes.
“I love you,” I whisper, finally pulling away for the sake of oxygen.
She smiles at my sincerity.
“I love you, too,” she whispers, giving me a few more pecks before getting up, grabbing the bag of chocolate, and heading to the kitchen to make my victory meal.