Prokofiev Passion - Chapter 3/?
A/N: This is a super short chapter, yes, but it’s kind of part 1 of 2. And good news, the 2nd part is going up right now!
Chapter 3
The first part of their tour was a whirlwind of energy and anxiety. Their concert in London was stunning, as was to be expected. They had shortly after been whisked away to Milan, and when they weren’t rehearsing with the Milan Symphony Orchestra, they spent time touring Milan, eating delicious Italian food, and generally just enjoying each other’s company. Callie was so caught up in the excitement of it all that she had almost forgotten about the fact that her girlfriend had yet to propose and that she had had many romantic opportunities to do so.
Arizona, on the other hand, thought about how she would propose on pretty much an hourly basis. She knew Callie was a traditional girl, and though her girlfriend would deny it, she was also a hopeless romantic. So, Arizona chose Paris. But the wait was killing her and she was kicking herself for not getting it over with in London. Or better yet, before they’d even left for the trip. So now, the ring was boring a hole in her pocket (actually, violin case, where she’d hidden it), and she was becoming restless for Paris. She’d planned a romantic picnic on the Seine with delicious French food and sinfully rich desserts. The person she’d hired to help her set it all up had asked if she’d wanted a violin player or a string quartet present and she had literally burst out laughing. But apart from the lack of violin playing, her plan was romantic and somewhat clichéd, but she was positive Callie would love it.
If only they could get the stupid Milan part out of the way.
“Arizona?” Callie called in a sing-songy voice, trying to pull her girlfriend out of the depths of her thoughts.
“What? Um…yeah. Hi?” Arizona attempted with a scrunched nose, knowing she had been caught not listening to her girlfriend.
Callie laughed and squeezed Arizona’s hand. “I was just asking if you wanted some gelato before we have to head back to the hotel to get dressed for tonight.”
Arizona looked up at the brunette, her sincere smile reaching her eyes. “Can we get pistachio?”
“You can get pistachio. I’m getting cappuccino.”
“Gross.”
Steering her girlfriend to the gelato stand, Callie rolled her eyes. “You love coffee. I don’t get why you hate cappuccino ice cream.”
“So not the same thing.”
Callie ordered their cups of gelati and passed Arizona her pistachio flavor with a grimace. Strolling leisurely through Trenno Park, they happily ate their gelati and people watched. When Callie threw her empty gelato container in the trash can, she wrapped her arm around Arizona’s waist. The blonde was contentedly finishing her ice cream and humming a part of the Prokofiev Sonata they would be performing later that night. Callie nudged the smaller woman’s hip with her own and smiled down at her.
“I love you, you know that?”
“I do,” Arizona grinned. “I love you, too, you dork,” Arizona chided affectionately.
Callie leaned down to kiss the blonde and wasted no time in pushing her tongue past Arizona’s pursed lips. Arizona jumped back almost immediately and wiped the back of her hand against her mouth in a dramatic display of disgust.
“Calliope! That was mean!”
“Are you saying I’m not worth kissing despite the cappuccino taste?”
Arizona rolled her eyes and pulled Callie back into her. She weaved her free hand through Callie’s long dark hair and pulled her head down towards her. As soon as their lips met, Arizona traced Callie’s bottom lip with her tongue until Callie granted her entrance. The blonde massaged Callie’s tongue with her own, sucking gently on the appendage. She released Callie’s lips with a smack and pulled away.
“Nope, not worth it,” she said with an impish grin.
Callie grumbled playfully and glanced at her watch. “Hotel?”
“Really?” Arizona smirked.
“To get dressed, Arizona. Sex after the concert if you’re good,” Callie said with a swat to her ass.
“Tease.”
“Yep.”
o0o0o
“Hey,” Callie whispered as she sidled up to Arizona in the wings.
“Hey,” Arizona grinned back. Her eyes slid up her girlfriend’s form, appraising her abject beauty. “Our decision to get dressed separately? Worst idea ever.”
“Why?”
“Um, because we’re going on stage in two minutes and I can’t think about anything other than how deeply plunged your neckline is.”
Callie grinned lasciviously. “Right, so if we’d gotten dressed together we never would have made it to our performance.”
“Whatever,” Arizona grumbled.
Just then, the announcer called out Arizona’s name, which was followed by a loud round of applause and exuberant cheering. Arizona took a tentative step towards the stage, but was yanked back by Callie’s hand wrapped around her wrist. Callie slid her hand around Arizona’s hip and ass, pulling her closer. She kissed behind her ear, before flicking her tongue over the shell of Arizona’s ear.
“Break a leg,” she whispered, pinching Arizona’s ass.
“I hate you,” Arizona retorted as she waltzed on stage, a huge grin on her face.
o0o0o
“Hey, where are you going?” Arizona called as Callie slipped out of the dressing room.
“To the reception!”
“Oh-ho, no you don’t.” Arizona’s hand reached out and grabbed at Callie’s. “You are coming back to our hotel with me. Right. Now.”
“But we have to go meet out adoring fans,” Callie whined.
“Really? Adoring fans? We’re classical musicians, Calliope. Would you rather meet the two geeks who recognize us or come home and be ravaged by your girlfriend?” For good measure, Arizona sidled next to Callie and rubbed her hand over the satin material settled on her hip.
“There will always be adoring fans,” Callie said with a shrug, her mouth going dry as Arizona continued to run a teasing hand over Callie’s dress.
“I thought you might say that.”
Part 2/Chapter 4