Fanfic: I Like It Hot
Title: I Like It Hot.
Author: elpmas03
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Callie/Arizona
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Summary: I couldn’t resist…I’ve been staring at that gif for far too long and need to write this. Sorry if there are any mistakes, I’m busting this out as quick as possible because I’m leaving to go somewhere soon. Do I need a summary, here?
If it wasn’t for the fact that I got maybe 3 hours of sleep last night, maybe the loud buzzing of my alarm clock wouldn’t be bothering me as much. If it wasn’t for the fact that I only got 3 hours of sleep last night because of a very good, hot, sexy reason I would probably be a lot more cranky. And if it wasn’t for the fact that the woman currently leaning over me to shut the noise up was the source of said good, hot, sexy reason, I wouldn’t find my heart beating so fast.
I’m currently laying on my stomach, completely splayed across the entire bed as usual, and my arm right arm is hanging loosely across her waist…as usual. When she reaches over me to turn the alarm off I feel the tickle of her hair on my back sending little shivers down my body.
“Wake up,” she sings in a whisper, kissing her way from one shoulder to the other.
“No, thank you,” I mumble, my voice hoarse and sore.
She giggles at my resistance and lays her head back on her pillow, stroking my somewhat exposed back gently with her fingertips.
“We have to leave in a little bit,” she informs me as I shift closer to her and wrap a leg around hers.
“I can’t go…I think I’m a little sick,” I emphasize my explanation with the fakest cough I think I’ve ever heard. “And you feel like you have a fever, you should probably stay too.”
“Mhmm and what do I tell the poor, sick children when they ask where their doctor is?” she humors me.
I think about it for a few seconds.
“Tell them to go through puberty and then ask you that question.”
She lets out a muffled, lazy laugh and I know I’ve hooked her. Or so I thought.
“I’m getting in the shower-” she starts to say, but I cut her off with my frustration.
“Augh, fine, go take your stupid shower and I’ll go make something stupid to eat so we can go to stupid work and help stupid people-“
“I was thinking,” she quiets me. “Maybe this shower could be a group activity.”
At that suggestion, I shoot one eye open and try to keep my cool when I see her smirk at my reaction.
“Well…” she sighs. “I mean, I do like to save water.”
I take a few seconds to pretend to think about my decision before pushing myself up and crawling over her to stand up and walk to the bathroom.
“Right, save the environment and all,” I exhale just as I’m hovering over her.
The patter of her feet against the floor follow me into the bathroom and I turn around to see her grab a few fluffy towels from a rack as I adjust the water temperature and slip behind the shower glass. When she steps in she gasps at how cold the water is, her eyes wide in shock and scolding. We’ve had many “group showers” and every time we always fight for control over the temperature-I like it cold, she likes it hot. Usually I find a way to win…let’s just say I have techniques…but today, she doesn’t want to give in.
As soon as she adjusts the knob behind me I turn it back to its original position and we continue this little game, giggling at our immaturity, until she grabs my right hand with her left and spins me around. She forces me backwards until my back just touches the corner where the glass meets the tiles on the other side of the shower. Her fingers entwine with mine and she drags my hand up the tiles and over my head so it’s pinned against the glass now.
“I…like it…hot,” she commands, still keeping her sweet and adorable demeanor, but there’s a hint of mischief in her eyes that comes out every now and then.
I would say that we’re pretty equal when it comes to control during sex, but we both have our moments where we like to be the one calling the shots and seeing Arizona-cute, adorable, innocent, sweet, Arizona who never causes trouble-take control or tell me what to do or anything remotely close to demand something from me is the hottest, sexiest, most erotic thing I’ve ever known.
Her other hand is sliding around my waist to my lower back and I can feel the arousal start to course through my body without her even touching me yet.
“I know you do,” I say, leaning in so my lips are grazing her ear when I speak.
I’m almost certain I see her eyes turn a shade darker with the huskiness of my voice, but she keeps her composure and kisses me so hard that I feel like my lips are going to bruise.
“Mmm,” I moan into her lips at the demand in the kiss.
I can tell how bad she wants me and if it’s anything compared to how much I need her to touch me and kiss me and feel me, I know we’re going to be late to work. The kiss becomes more and more urgent as I start to slide down the wall a little and push my hips out so she gets the hint to come closer to me. Her body rushes forward and pushes against mine, pinning me harder against the wall. This time, it’s her groaning when our skin touches and without the slightest bit of warning, she snakes the hand on my back around to my stomach and down until it meets a very aroused center.
“Arizo-,” I gasp when her fingers start to circle my clit, making sure to touch every part they can reach.
She doesn’t let me finish saying her name; instead, she actually gets a little bit angry at me for pulling away and pushes her lips back onto mine. I can feel the wetness around my thighs and it has nothing to do with the steaming hot water that’s running over our bodies. Like I said…controlling Arizona…hot.
Two of her fingers finally dance their way inside of me, causing my knees to grow more and more weak and her to hold me up by putting her leg between mine so I don’t slip any farther down the tiles. The lack of oxygen is starting to make me dizzy, but I weigh the options of pulling away from her again to make her angry. On second thought…why not make her more angry?
I pull away and am surprised to see that she’s somewhat relieved, clearly out of breath when she starts gasping and continuing to thrust her fingers into me. It doesn’t take long for me to realize that I’m almost to that point and I quickly grab a handful of her wet, blonde hair and pull her into another kiss just as she prepares to push into me-
The click of the door and Lexie’s flustered exclamation break me away from her lips and I give my meddling neighbor/resident/best friend’s girlfriend a quick smile before she shuts the door in horror. I turn my attention back to Arizona who just shrugs her shoulders and gives me a peck on the lips after removing her fingers.
“We should probably go,” she says.
“Um! No! We should not probably go…” I whine, grabbing her by the arm when she turns away to leave.
She’s clearly teasing me because when she turns back around to face me, she has a grin plastered to her face and she quickly pushes me back against the wall again. It only takes a few strokes of her fingers until I feel my body start to spasm like it did multiple times last night.
“Wow,” I pant, letting her pull me up from the floor that I slid down to meet a few seconds ago.
She gives me an innocent and cocky smile before we both rinse off quickly and wrap ourselves in towels.
“Knock much?” I ask Lexie as soon as we’re in the kitchen and smile inwardly when I hear her scurry around awkwardly, mumbling an apology on her way to the bathroom.