The Apartment - Chapter 7 - With Swallow's Wings
A/N: This one is set during and after the last scene of 6x20.
Chapter 7 - With Swallow’s Wings
“True hope is swift, and flies with swallow’s wings; Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings.” - Shakespeare, King Richard III
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Arizona sighed as she sank back into Callie’s bed. She heard the door to the bedroom open and she waited as Callie quickly changed into her sleep clothes. As Callie got in bed, Arizona turned on her side, her back towards Callie. She desperately wanted to avoid another conversation about babies. She relaxed ever so slightly when Callie’s body aligned with her own. Callie placed a gentle hand on Arizona’s ribcage and nuzzled her nose lightly against her shoulder blade. Her relaxation was cut short, however, when Callie began speaking softly.
“My cousin’s baby punched her in the face. Literally. She had a black eye from a one-year old.” As much as she did not want to know where this conversation was going, Arizona listened attentively and held her breath through Callie’s pause. “Who needs that, right? I don’t need that. They scream, they’re grimy…they smell like poop. The house smells like poop.” Callie finished, her voice breaking as tears rolled down her cheeks.
Arizona turned and placed her hand over Callie’s. “Don’t,” she whispered, bringing her other hand up to cup Callie’s cheek. “Don’t.” Her heart was constricting in delighted pain as she realized that Callie was so willing to give up her dream of having children just to be with her. “Don’t,” she repeated, placing a gentle kiss on Callie’s lips. Callie returned the kiss with feverish zeal, trying to imbue in each kiss every ounce of passion and love she felt for the blonde.
“I love you,” Callie whispered against Arizona’s lips, her kisses never relenting.
“I love you, too,” Arizona whispered back, afraid to break the sanctity of the moment. Inside, she was elated. Her heart, her soul, her very being felt like it was soaring. Her day had started with a painful argument over having children, and as the day continued, reconciling their differences had seemed more and more hopeless. But now she had hope, hope that they would be fine, that she was enough for Callie, that they could continue their blissful, stable relationship. Outwardly, however, she remained stoically passionate, not about to gloat over her “win”. Though she couldn’t understand the need to procreate, she understood that Callie was making a big sacrifice and her heart swelled with pride and love.
“Make love to me,” Callie demanded, a bit louder than her earlier words. She needed to be as closely connected as possible to Arizona, to solidify her decision, to remind herself that though she may have “lost” their argument, she was winning the greatest prize of all, and that was the love of the woman through whose kisses she could literally feel the adoration and gratitude Arizona felt for her.
Their kisses became more insistent as they silently rid each other of their clothes. Arizona rolled over and laid her body fully on the brunette’s, and Callie gasped in pleasure at the skin-on-skin contact.
“Thank you,” Arizona said, hoping those two simple words would convey what this sacrifice meant. Callie shook her head and leaned back into the pillow, trying to focus purely on the present, on the feel of Arizona’s body against hers. Arizona slinked down Callie’s body, placing open-mouthed kisses wherever she could, occasionally punctuating her actions with a murmured appraisal of Callie’s beauty or a soft “I love you.”
She reached Callie’s breasts and took one in her warm palm and she swirled her tongue over the other, spending little time on either. As she continued her path downward, Callie arched her back off the bed with a low moan, an indication that tonight was not the night for teasing.
Arizona reached her destination, and, without much preamble, she latched her tongue onto Callie’s engorged nerves. Now was not the time for experimentation, so she quickly set to work on the tried and true method that never failed to pleasure her lover. Inserting two fingers smoothly into Callie’s soft folds, Arizona promptly established a gentle but fervent rhythm. Callie tangled her fingers in Arizona’s hair, wanting to feel a closer connection. After a few more moments of Callie whispering Arizona’s name between moans and halting breaths, Callie climaxed powerfully and deeply, her toes curling into the mattress below her.
Seconds later, Arizona had made her way back up Callie’s body and was stroking her brow and hair, while she waited for Callie’s pulse and breath to stabilize.
Callie turned to face the blonde and gave her a deep kiss. “I love you,” she said for the umpteenth time that evening. They searched each other’s eyes, desperately attempting to hold on to that moment, wanting the validation from the other that this was the right decision.
Arizona could see in Callie’s deep brown eyes traces of pain and insecurity, but more than that she saw love and hope. She saw the hope that her own blue eyes were radiating back. Hope that Callie was making the right decision. Hope that their relationship would survive this setback. Endless hope that their love would always be enough.
Chapter 7 - With Swallow’s Wings
“True hope is swift, and flies with swallow’s wings; Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings.” - Shakespeare, King Richard III
o0o0o
Arizona sighed as she sank back into Callie’s bed. She heard the door to the bedroom open and she waited as Callie quickly changed into her sleep clothes. As Callie got in bed, Arizona turned on her side, her back towards Callie. She desperately wanted to avoid another conversation about babies. She relaxed ever so slightly when Callie’s body aligned with her own. Callie placed a gentle hand on Arizona’s ribcage and nuzzled her nose lightly against her shoulder blade. Her relaxation was cut short, however, when Callie began speaking softly.
“My cousin’s baby punched her in the face. Literally. She had a black eye from a one-year old.” As much as she did not want to know where this conversation was going, Arizona listened attentively and held her breath through Callie’s pause. “Who needs that, right? I don’t need that. They scream, they’re grimy…they smell like poop. The house smells like poop.” Callie finished, her voice breaking as tears rolled down her cheeks.
Arizona turned and placed her hand over Callie’s. “Don’t,” she whispered, bringing her other hand up to cup Callie’s cheek. “Don’t.” Her heart was constricting in delighted pain as she realized that Callie was so willing to give up her dream of having children just to be with her. “Don’t,” she repeated, placing a gentle kiss on Callie’s lips. Callie returned the kiss with feverish zeal, trying to imbue in each kiss every ounce of passion and love she felt for the blonde.
“I love you,” Callie whispered against Arizona’s lips, her kisses never relenting.
“I love you, too,” Arizona whispered back, afraid to break the sanctity of the moment. Inside, she was elated. Her heart, her soul, her very being felt like it was soaring. Her day had started with a painful argument over having children, and as the day continued, reconciling their differences had seemed more and more hopeless. But now she had hope, hope that they would be fine, that she was enough for Callie, that they could continue their blissful, stable relationship. Outwardly, however, she remained stoically passionate, not about to gloat over her “win”. Though she couldn’t understand the need to procreate, she understood that Callie was making a big sacrifice and her heart swelled with pride and love.
“Make love to me,” Callie demanded, a bit louder than her earlier words. She needed to be as closely connected as possible to Arizona, to solidify her decision, to remind herself that though she may have “lost” their argument, she was winning the greatest prize of all, and that was the love of the woman through whose kisses she could literally feel the adoration and gratitude Arizona felt for her.
Their kisses became more insistent as they silently rid each other of their clothes. Arizona rolled over and laid her body fully on the brunette’s, and Callie gasped in pleasure at the skin-on-skin contact.
“Thank you,” Arizona said, hoping those two simple words would convey what this sacrifice meant. Callie shook her head and leaned back into the pillow, trying to focus purely on the present, on the feel of Arizona’s body against hers. Arizona slinked down Callie’s body, placing open-mouthed kisses wherever she could, occasionally punctuating her actions with a murmured appraisal of Callie’s beauty or a soft “I love you.”
She reached Callie’s breasts and took one in her warm palm and she swirled her tongue over the other, spending little time on either. As she continued her path downward, Callie arched her back off the bed with a low moan, an indication that tonight was not the night for teasing.
Arizona reached her destination, and, without much preamble, she latched her tongue onto Callie’s engorged nerves. Now was not the time for experimentation, so she quickly set to work on the tried and true method that never failed to pleasure her lover. Inserting two fingers smoothly into Callie’s soft folds, Arizona promptly established a gentle but fervent rhythm. Callie tangled her fingers in Arizona’s hair, wanting to feel a closer connection. After a few more moments of Callie whispering Arizona’s name between moans and halting breaths, Callie climaxed powerfully and deeply, her toes curling into the mattress below her.
Seconds later, Arizona had made her way back up Callie’s body and was stroking her brow and hair, while she waited for Callie’s pulse and breath to stabilize.
Callie turned to face the blonde and gave her a deep kiss. “I love you,” she said for the umpteenth time that evening. They searched each other’s eyes, desperately attempting to hold on to that moment, wanting the validation from the other that this was the right decision.
Arizona could see in Callie’s deep brown eyes traces of pain and insecurity, but more than that she saw love and hope. She saw the hope that her own blue eyes were radiating back. Hope that Callie was making the right decision. Hope that their relationship would survive this setback. Endless hope that their love would always be enough.