Veritas Vos Liberabit - Chapter 9/?
A/N: I’m sorry to say that from here on out, it will take me a bit longer to update. I have finals coming up and a week-long competition and various and sundry other time-consuming and annoyingly mandatory things. I will try to update as regularly as possible - I’m thinking maybe once a week if all goes well and school-related stress doesn’t eat me alive.
Chapter 9
Much to Callie and Arizona’s delight, over the next few weeks their relationship flourished and grew unhindered by the “outside world”. It would appear that Dominique and Rosario and the rest of those involved in Nuestra Familia were finally content to leave well enough alone and the guards were turning a blind eye. Arizona’s small fight would set her release date back a month from the lessened sentence, but aside from that, both Callie and Arizona were always on their best behavior. Even the other inmates seemed to respect their relationship and recognized that it was not merely a sexual relationship, the kind that usually ran rampant in the prison.
Ever since Callie’s essential rejection of Dominique’s “friendship”, Arizona and Callie had grown emotionally and physically closer. The night after that incident, neither slept one wink. Not only had Arizona dragged Callie forcefully into their cell, taken her behind the bed (to allow for as much privacy as possible), thrown her against the wall, and fucked her senseless to show her appreciation, but they had also sat up and talked for hours, cuddling and discussing everything and anything they could think of.
The most important change had been the gradual cessation of Arizona’s nightmares. Falling asleep in Callie’s strong arms night after night had calmed Arizona’s nerves and pacified her fears enough to help her sleep through the night.
Since that event, it seemed that their relationship was progressing perfectly, as perfectly as a relationship could in jail.
Even though they still had months to go, as the days grew ever closer to Arizona’s release, their blossoming relationship seemed less and less like the morbid fairytale they were trying desperately to hold on to.
“Is it wrong if sometimes I’m almost grateful we both screwed up and wound up in jail?” Arizona asked tentatively one afternoon, her small voice breaking the comfortable silence of their usual cuddle session.
Callie cocked her head to the side thoughtfully, trying to keep her negative thoughts at bay. As Callie mulled over a response, Arizona chewed the inside of her lip nervously, hoping she hadn’t said too much.
“Yes,” she answered finally, and Arizona scrunched her face in worry. “Because I’d like to think that we would have met anyway.”
Now it was Arizona’s turn to keep the other woman on tenterhooks as she thought of a reply. Internally, however, she was jumping for joy.
“Are you saying you think we’re soulmates?” Arizona asked with an almost imperceptibly teasing lilt.
Callie shrugged, keeping her eyes trained on the bottom of the top bunk. Even in her stoic disposition, she was unable to resist the small smile tugging at the corners of her lips.
“You are! You think we’re soulmates! Calliope Torres, who knew you were such a romantic?” Arizona practically sang with a large grin on her face.
“Hush. I don’t want anyone else to hear you!” Callie replied, a bright, toothy grin now present on her face.
“Oh, you’re right. We can’t let anyone else know you’re a huge softy.”
“Well, someone has to protect you,” Callie said with a smug shrug.
“You seem to be forgetting the broken nose incident,” Arizona said, mockingly serious.
“Have I ever told you how fucking hot that was?” Callie asked huskily, before rolling over to face Arizona and sliding an eager hand over the smaller woman’s hip.
“Maybe once or twice,” Arizona replied cheekily. She ran a soft hand up Callie’s arm and neck to cup her cheek and pull her in for a gentle kiss. Callie groaned when Arizona pulled away almost immediately.
“Callie…” she said timidly. Callie lifted an eyebrow at Arizona’s use of her common nickname.
“Calliope,” Arizona amended before taking in a deep breath. “I think I could love you.”
Arizona knew that her confession actually meant that she did love Callie, that she had already fallen for her, but this seemed much less frightening to admit. Considering Callie had just decided they were soulmates, she wasn’t scared that the feeling wasn’t mutual. She was scared that saying those all important three words out loud would bring reality to their situation - the reality that Arizona was being released in months and Callie in years, the reality that they led different lives outside of the penitentiary, the reality that this relationship seemed destined to be tragic. So, instead, she lived for the possibility. ‘Could love’ wasn’t definitive; she was not signing herself up for a lifetime with Callie, but merely opening herself up to the possibility. In theory.
“I think I could love you, too,” Callie murmured in response, mutually understanding the weight of the words.
Before Arizona had a chance to speak, Callie crashed her lips on the blonde’s, and they both moaned into the kiss. Arizona slid her tongue along Callie’s bottom lip, not quite seeking entrance. Deciding that it wasn’t a time for teasing, Callie opened her mouth and captured Arizona’s tongue with her own, circling and sucking and trying to convey the true meaning of her recent confession. Wordlessly, Arizona pulled away and rolled Callie onto her back, straddled her, and began unbuttoning her jumpsuit. She let the garment fall to her waist before reattaching her lips to Callie’s, this time with no pretense of teasing. Callie ran her hands up Arizona’s firm abs, relishing the way the muscles rippled under her touch. Her hands reached Arizona’s breasts and she kneaded them gently, toying with her nipples in the familiar way she knew Arizona loved.
Arizona slipped her own hands between the two of them and unbuttoned Callie’s uniform, letting her nails graze over Callie’s clavicle and shoulders. As Arizona rocked backwards, Callie sat up so they could fully rid themselves of their clothing, before resuming their previous position.
They took time to caress every curve and soft swell of each other’s bodies, something they had not done before. They had fucked many times in the past month. But that’s all it was: fucking. There was something extraordinarily erotic about the slight exhibitionism of it all and so usually their sex was frenzied, passionate, and secretive. Neither had ever wished more than in this moment that they could truly be private. It was likely that their block mates could neither hear nor see them, and it was certain that they didn’t care, but Callie wanted to be free to moan Arizona’s name as loudly as she wished. With their new confessions of almost love, their lack of privacy had lost whatever kinky charm it once had.
Callie’s wandering hand finally reached its destination and Arizona threw her head back in delight as Callie parted her labia and trailed an index finger along her slit. With her other hand, Callie reached behind Arizona’s necks and brought their bodies closer as she inserted two fingers into her lover gently. Arizona reciprocated the action, massaging Callie’s clit with her thumb. They established a steady rhythm, attempting to forego deep moans for heavy breathing and biting of flesh. When she felt Callie’s walls tighten around her fingers, Arizona kissed Callie fully and added pressure to her clit. In turn, Callie increased her own pace, willing Arizona to come with her. Callie tried to hold out as long as possible, but eventually she succumbed to the waves of pleasure coursing through her body. One look at Callie’s euphoric face sent Arizona tumbling over the edge seconds later. As her muscles shook, Arizona whimpered Callie’s name, unable to control her volume any longer. They both slowed their movements to a mutually agreeable tempo before stilling their hands altogether. Arizona languidly slid to Callie’s side, placing light kisses randomly over her skin. They lay together silently, allowing the profound impact of their understood confessions of love and subsequent love making wash over them.
After a few moments of comfortable silence, Callie asked somewhat rhetorically, “God, what are we going to do?”
Arizona ran her hand along Callie’s cheek. “We’re going to wake up tomorrow and I’m going to tell you that I think I could love you again. And we’re going to take things one day at a time and live in our current reality, rather than worrying about the future.”
Callie sighed, somewhat dissatisfied by her answer, but resigned to the fact that it was the only solution. She nudged Arizona to roll over and once the blonde complied, she wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her as close as possible. As Callie nuzzled the nape of Arizona’s neck, the smaller woman sighed in sated contentment. Exhaustion soon overtook their bodies.
As they began to drift to sleep, a blood-curdling scream sounded from somewhere down the hall.
Chapter 9
Much to Callie and Arizona’s delight, over the next few weeks their relationship flourished and grew unhindered by the “outside world”. It would appear that Dominique and Rosario and the rest of those involved in Nuestra Familia were finally content to leave well enough alone and the guards were turning a blind eye. Arizona’s small fight would set her release date back a month from the lessened sentence, but aside from that, both Callie and Arizona were always on their best behavior. Even the other inmates seemed to respect their relationship and recognized that it was not merely a sexual relationship, the kind that usually ran rampant in the prison.
Ever since Callie’s essential rejection of Dominique’s “friendship”, Arizona and Callie had grown emotionally and physically closer. The night after that incident, neither slept one wink. Not only had Arizona dragged Callie forcefully into their cell, taken her behind the bed (to allow for as much privacy as possible), thrown her against the wall, and fucked her senseless to show her appreciation, but they had also sat up and talked for hours, cuddling and discussing everything and anything they could think of.
The most important change had been the gradual cessation of Arizona’s nightmares. Falling asleep in Callie’s strong arms night after night had calmed Arizona’s nerves and pacified her fears enough to help her sleep through the night.
Since that event, it seemed that their relationship was progressing perfectly, as perfectly as a relationship could in jail.
Even though they still had months to go, as the days grew ever closer to Arizona’s release, their blossoming relationship seemed less and less like the morbid fairytale they were trying desperately to hold on to.
“Is it wrong if sometimes I’m almost grateful we both screwed up and wound up in jail?” Arizona asked tentatively one afternoon, her small voice breaking the comfortable silence of their usual cuddle session.
Callie cocked her head to the side thoughtfully, trying to keep her negative thoughts at bay. As Callie mulled over a response, Arizona chewed the inside of her lip nervously, hoping she hadn’t said too much.
“Yes,” she answered finally, and Arizona scrunched her face in worry. “Because I’d like to think that we would have met anyway.”
Now it was Arizona’s turn to keep the other woman on tenterhooks as she thought of a reply. Internally, however, she was jumping for joy.
“Are you saying you think we’re soulmates?” Arizona asked with an almost imperceptibly teasing lilt.
Callie shrugged, keeping her eyes trained on the bottom of the top bunk. Even in her stoic disposition, she was unable to resist the small smile tugging at the corners of her lips.
“You are! You think we’re soulmates! Calliope Torres, who knew you were such a romantic?” Arizona practically sang with a large grin on her face.
“Hush. I don’t want anyone else to hear you!” Callie replied, a bright, toothy grin now present on her face.
“Oh, you’re right. We can’t let anyone else know you’re a huge softy.”
“Well, someone has to protect you,” Callie said with a smug shrug.
“You seem to be forgetting the broken nose incident,” Arizona said, mockingly serious.
“Have I ever told you how fucking hot that was?” Callie asked huskily, before rolling over to face Arizona and sliding an eager hand over the smaller woman’s hip.
“Maybe once or twice,” Arizona replied cheekily. She ran a soft hand up Callie’s arm and neck to cup her cheek and pull her in for a gentle kiss. Callie groaned when Arizona pulled away almost immediately.
“Callie…” she said timidly. Callie lifted an eyebrow at Arizona’s use of her common nickname.
“Calliope,” Arizona amended before taking in a deep breath. “I think I could love you.”
Arizona knew that her confession actually meant that she did love Callie, that she had already fallen for her, but this seemed much less frightening to admit. Considering Callie had just decided they were soulmates, she wasn’t scared that the feeling wasn’t mutual. She was scared that saying those all important three words out loud would bring reality to their situation - the reality that Arizona was being released in months and Callie in years, the reality that they led different lives outside of the penitentiary, the reality that this relationship seemed destined to be tragic. So, instead, she lived for the possibility. ‘Could love’ wasn’t definitive; she was not signing herself up for a lifetime with Callie, but merely opening herself up to the possibility. In theory.
“I think I could love you, too,” Callie murmured in response, mutually understanding the weight of the words.
Before Arizona had a chance to speak, Callie crashed her lips on the blonde’s, and they both moaned into the kiss. Arizona slid her tongue along Callie’s bottom lip, not quite seeking entrance. Deciding that it wasn’t a time for teasing, Callie opened her mouth and captured Arizona’s tongue with her own, circling and sucking and trying to convey the true meaning of her recent confession. Wordlessly, Arizona pulled away and rolled Callie onto her back, straddled her, and began unbuttoning her jumpsuit. She let the garment fall to her waist before reattaching her lips to Callie’s, this time with no pretense of teasing. Callie ran her hands up Arizona’s firm abs, relishing the way the muscles rippled under her touch. Her hands reached Arizona’s breasts and she kneaded them gently, toying with her nipples in the familiar way she knew Arizona loved.
Arizona slipped her own hands between the two of them and unbuttoned Callie’s uniform, letting her nails graze over Callie’s clavicle and shoulders. As Arizona rocked backwards, Callie sat up so they could fully rid themselves of their clothing, before resuming their previous position.
They took time to caress every curve and soft swell of each other’s bodies, something they had not done before. They had fucked many times in the past month. But that’s all it was: fucking. There was something extraordinarily erotic about the slight exhibitionism of it all and so usually their sex was frenzied, passionate, and secretive. Neither had ever wished more than in this moment that they could truly be private. It was likely that their block mates could neither hear nor see them, and it was certain that they didn’t care, but Callie wanted to be free to moan Arizona’s name as loudly as she wished. With their new confessions of almost love, their lack of privacy had lost whatever kinky charm it once had.
Callie’s wandering hand finally reached its destination and Arizona threw her head back in delight as Callie parted her labia and trailed an index finger along her slit. With her other hand, Callie reached behind Arizona’s necks and brought their bodies closer as she inserted two fingers into her lover gently. Arizona reciprocated the action, massaging Callie’s clit with her thumb. They established a steady rhythm, attempting to forego deep moans for heavy breathing and biting of flesh. When she felt Callie’s walls tighten around her fingers, Arizona kissed Callie fully and added pressure to her clit. In turn, Callie increased her own pace, willing Arizona to come with her. Callie tried to hold out as long as possible, but eventually she succumbed to the waves of pleasure coursing through her body. One look at Callie’s euphoric face sent Arizona tumbling over the edge seconds later. As her muscles shook, Arizona whimpered Callie’s name, unable to control her volume any longer. They both slowed their movements to a mutually agreeable tempo before stilling their hands altogether. Arizona languidly slid to Callie’s side, placing light kisses randomly over her skin. They lay together silently, allowing the profound impact of their understood confessions of love and subsequent love making wash over them.
After a few moments of comfortable silence, Callie asked somewhat rhetorically, “God, what are we going to do?”
Arizona ran her hand along Callie’s cheek. “We’re going to wake up tomorrow and I’m going to tell you that I think I could love you again. And we’re going to take things one day at a time and live in our current reality, rather than worrying about the future.”
Callie sighed, somewhat dissatisfied by her answer, but resigned to the fact that it was the only solution. She nudged Arizona to roll over and once the blonde complied, she wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her as close as possible. As Callie nuzzled the nape of Arizona’s neck, the smaller woman sighed in sated contentment. Exhaustion soon overtook their bodies.
As they began to drift to sleep, a blood-curdling scream sounded from somewhere down the hall.