Car, Sex, and.... Arizona.
Title: Cars, Sex, and... Arizona
Author: xxcalliefanxx
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Callie/Arizona
Summary: Callie is trying to work on her classic antique car... but Arizona just keeps getting in the way. Arizona's POV
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AN: This is what happens when talking to Liz. Thank you for being my beta<3
"How long are you going to stay out here, Calliope?" I questioned walking around to the front of the car so I could catch a glimpse of my girlfriend of five years. She was hid up under the hood of this so-called classic vehicle. It just looked like a piece of junk to me.
"Baby, I told you. I have to have this ready by tonight. The show is tomorrow." Callie raised up revealing the oil all over her face and hands.
"Ew. You're dirty."
Callie laughed. "That's part of working on a car."
I was clearly confused as to why anyone would want to get that filthy over a car. "Then why do it?"
"It's my hobby, babygirl. You know that." Callie explained reaching for a towel. She wiped her hands off the best she could.
"Hobbies are knitting and crafting. This is just... it's something I don't understand." I plopped down on the cold floor of the basement beside her legs a little too hard. I winced in pain causing a concerned look from my love.
"You okay?"
"Floor is harder than it looks."
"It's concrete. It's not supposed to be soft."
"Our garage floor is concrete? Why didn't we put carpet in here?" I looked over at the tool box she had right beside the car. Allowing my gaze to move from the tool box to Callie, I rolled my eyes. "Sweetie, your pants are torn. I can sew that up." I pointed out, but then smiled widely. "Or.. you could take up a new hobby with me and sew it yourself. Yay!!"
Callie chuckled looking down at her ripped Dickie's jumpsuit that she didn't have zipped up all the way, revealing a very tight white tank top. "I like these the way they are."
"Well, your cap is backwards."
"I know."
"Oh. I was just making sure. Sometimes I put a cap on and totally forget which way it goes." I admitted causing her once again to laugh at me. "You're super giggly today."
"It's just one of the major perks of being in a relationship with a blond."
I tried to process what she just said. "That I make you laugh?"
"Very much so."
I raised myself off the floor and walked around to the hood of the car to try and understand exactly what amazed her about this vehicle. "What's that?"
"What's what?"
"The big thing."
"That's the engine."
"Oh. Why do you need it to be shiny?"
Callie sighed. "It's chromed out. It's sex."
"Is our sex chromed out?"
Callie snorted and turned to look at me. "Give me a kiss."
I smiled proudly. "I'm totally chroming you out right now, aren't I?"
"Be glad I love you," she whispered against my lips right before hers were pressed against mine. Feeling her tongue sweep against my bottom lip, I moaned out softly.
"Back seat big enough for sex?" I mumbled against her lips.
"No sex in my car."
I pulled back and pouted. "But sex can be under the hood?"
“Sweetie.. some things I just can't explain to you.” Callie kissed the tip of my nose before returning to her pride and joy.
“Can I help you?”
“Help?”
“Yeah, help you. I'll fix that thing.” I carelessly placed the tips of my finger on a black metal piece under the hood. As soon as the palm of my tiny hand hit it's destination, I instantly jerked it back as the pain soared through my hand. “Ow!!”
“Arizona!” Callie exclaimed reaching for my hand. “Darlin', you can't just touch stuff that you don't know what is. How many times have I told you this? You're seriously going to get hurt one day.” Turning my hand over in hers, she gently blew on it. “It's just a little burn. Not even first degree hardly. Just don't touch anything else, alright? Can you do that for me?”
I nodded slowly. “I'm sorry. I just wanted to help.”
Callie tilted her head to side and allowed her gorgeous pearly white teeth be exposed. “You want to help? Stand over here and hand me the tools I need.”
“Tools. I can do that.” I marched over to the direction she pointed me in. “Callie?”
“Hm?”
“Your hat says 'Grease Monkey.”
“I know.”
I pondered my thoughts for a second. “Why would you want to be called a monkey?”
“Baby...,” Callie giggled before saying anymore, “Just hand me the wrench please.”
“Wrench. Right.” I lowered my eyes to the tools. So many different ones. What in the world was a wrench? I picked up a silver item with a flat end at the top. This had to be a wrench. It's ugly. It deserves the name wrench. “Here you go.”
Callie reached out for the tool and brought it under the hood with her. “Arizona. This is a flat head. I need a wrench.”
“That is a wrench. Look at it closely. It looks like a wrench.”
Callie took her cap off for a moment and wiped the sweat off her forehead. “You know what.. how about you just sit right there and watch me?”
“If you insist.” I leaned up against the tool box. “Can I ask you a question?”
“You have been all day.. why stop now?” Callie placed her hand in the toolbox and pulled out the appropriate tool without even looking.
“Why you entering this in a show? It can't do tricks.”
“It's for the looks.”
“Oh.” I bit my bottom lip. “If it makes you feel any better, you might win. It is super pretty. Super.”
“Ari, cars are not pretty.”
“You want me to call it super ugly? Cause I could, but that would be totally rude. Like totally.”
Callie threw the screwdriver back in the box. “Cars are sexy... hot..bad ass... You can't call a car pretty. They aren't that.”
I crossed my arms. “Super doesn't go with those words.”
“Then don't say super.”
“Super.. is my favorite adjective.”
“Trust me, I know. It's super annoying at times. Super.”
“Well that wasn't very nice.”
“Baby, please let me focus.”
I exhaled and kicked a screw that was laying on the floor all the across the other side of the garage. “No idea what that was.”
Callie's head jerked out from under the hood. “Please tell me it wasn't a little silver screw.”
I froze. “Um.. no. Definitely not a little screw. Why would I kick a screw? I totally know what a screw looks like. I would never kick one. That's like not even in my dictionary of fun.”
“Okay. Good.” Callie suddenly relaxed.
“Why do you ask?”
“Because I lost a screw that goes onto the engine. It was the only one I had left.”
“I saw an ant carrying something that looked like a screw.”
“What?”
I nodded. “I did. An ant. You know little insect. They can carry like ten times their weight. Super strong little guys.”
Callie smirked. “You saw an ant carrying my screw?”
“It's possible, Calliope. Anything is possible if someone or some animal puts it's mind to it.”
“Arizona. Shut up.”
I frowned. “That was rude.”
“I know, but honey, I'm seriously trying to work here.”
“I'm horny.”
“Ari.. baby.”
“What? I am. I can't help it if I'm horny.”
“Go play with the toys.”
My jaw dropped in shock. “You'd honestly turn me down for this? It's supposed to be a classic.. it was those stupid things on it that doesn't even look like a classic thing.”
“What things?”
I strutted over to the tire and kicked the chrome wheel. “That.”
Callie stormed over to my side. “You do not kick her!”
“Her?”
“Yes. Lola. You do not kick my Lola.” Callie was suddenly on her knees trying to erase the dirt mark I had placed on the wheel.
“You name a car, but yet you don't believe an ant can carry a screw.”
“Arizona. Go inside. Seriously. I can't deal with you in here anymore.” Callie snapped not even looking in my distraction. I quickly turned and made my way back inside our house so she wouldn't be able to see the hurt spread across my face. I backed against the wall and closed my eyes. Not even one minute later, I felt a presence near me. Opening my eyes, I saw Callie standing in front of me.
“I'm sorry.”
“You are not.”
“I am, babydoll..It's just you know what that car means to me. You can't kick it.”
“I didn't kick her hard.”
Callie formed a smile. “You called it a her.”
“I should call it a super bitch. Like Christina. She still hates me, doesn't she?”
“She just thinks you're mentally challenged, sweetie. Nothing major.”
“She thinks I'm mentally challenged? What in the world gave her that idea? I'm a surgeon.” I defended myself.
“So is Mark Sloan, dear.”
“What does that mean?”
“Are you still horny?”
“Maybe.”
“Just maybe?” Her finger tips slid underneath my shirt. I felt myself become instantly aroused as her nails gently scratched at my tone stomach.
“Um.. what about Lola?”
“Eh.. she can wait. I have something else I need to do.” Callie's lips found my neck. I whimpered as she bit gently on my pulse point.
“What's that?”
Her lips grazed my earlobe. “Make you wet as hell.”
“Oh..,” I stuttered. I felt her smirk against my neck. “I um.. I.. really..damn Callie,” I moaned quietly as her hand cupped my breast. My eyes shot open. “Whoa. Car junk. New bra. No no.”
Callie pulled back. “What?”
“Wash your hands. You are getting me disgusting.”
“Arizona Robbins. Seriously?”
“Seriously. Wash them.”
“Fuck, Ari.. I'm horny as hell.”
“Get 'em all sparkly clean, and I'll be waiting naked in bed for you.”
“I don't want to do it on the bed.”
I turned to her. “Huh?”
“Stay right there.” I sat down at the table and waited for her to return. Grabbing the recent tabloid she had purchased, I settled back into the chair and began flipping through it. Before I even managed to get to the second page, I was roughly jerked from the seat and slammed against the wall. Lips were attacking mine.
“Your hands clean?”
“For now.” She took my bottom lip in between her teeth and sucked on it. I groaned in frustration as I tried to remove the jumpsuit from her body.
“Get this damn thing off you.”
“No.”
“What?”
Callie rapidly removed my shirt from my body and threw it on the floor. “This is all you.”
I couldn't help but smile. I loved it when she was like this. This mood hit her quite a bit. She wanted to please me. That's all she cared about. She mainly wanted to hear me scream her name. “Whatever you say, Torres.”
“That's my girl.” She responded right before ripping my bra off me. I starred at her in horror.
“New. Bra!”
“Credit. Card.”
“Fine.” I erased all my thoughts of my head and just focused on her tongue fighting with mine. My hands reached for her chest, and she caught them before they touched. She held them above my head as her mouth trailed down my neck to my collarbone. She allowed her to travel even lower, and her lips were instantly on my erect nipple. She circled her tongue around it slowly knowing exactly what she was doing to me.
“Damn it.. Callie. No foreplay shit. Just get to the main part.” I begged trying to free my hands from her grasp. Damn orthopedic strength. My hands finally freed themselves from her hold. I slammed her back against the table and as she laid upon it, I took advantage and climbed on top of her.
“Fuck.. get like this more often. I love the kinky side of you.”
“Shut up, Calliope.” My knee found it's way to her hot core. I applied pressure and ran my tongue over her pouty lips. “That feel good?”
“Mhm..,” she licked her lips as she lifted her hips to meet my knee. Before I even had time to reply to her remark, my back was slammed against the wooden surface. Shattered glass hit the floor as she slung my arms back above my head. “But don't even think about making this about me.”
“I'm sorry..” I managed to say.
“You better be.” She curved her lips upward as her one of her hands sneaked down to my jeans. Having no trouble at all, they were quickly unbuttoned and being removed my tan, slender legs. “Now.. don't move.”
All I could do was nod at that command. I gripped the edge of the table as her lips were against my inner thighs. I moaned loudly as her mouth found my weakness. Her teeth edged along my hip bone. I looked down and made eye contact with her. She winked at me before tearing my underwear off my body as well.
“I swear Calliope, you are taking me to Victoria's Secret and buying me an entire lingerie set.”
“Whatever you want, beautiful.” She breathed against my sex causing me to snap my mouth shut. Her amazingly talented tongue funneled it's way inside me. I threw my head back allowing a groan to escape my throat. My hand went to her head and jerked that stupid Grease Monkey cap off of her head. I loved the feel of her hair against my thighs. She continued to twirl her tongue around my clit causing me to scream out in pure pleasure.
“Mmm.. damn it.... that fucking tongue of yours..” I took my bottom lip in my mouth and bite down on it trying to control the moans that were making their way from my mouth.
“Don't you dare hold those moans in.” She snapped at me as she rammed two long fingers inside of me resulting in a loud response from me. “That's much better.”
Her mouth prolonged the bliss as her fingers continued to work their magic. She knew I was getting close because her tongue moved more friskly against my clit. I gripped onto her hair tightly as my walls tightened around her. A rush of complete satisfaction erupted inside my body as I collapsed back against the table. I tried my best to control my breathing.
“Have I told you how much I loved your tongue?”
“Not today.., “ Callie smirked as she moved up north and kissed my lips. I deepened the kiss tasting myself on her. We were interrupted as a car pulled up in the driveway.
“Fuck.” I exclaimed pushing her off me. I grabbed my clothes off the floor and ran to our bedroom. I dressed myself as quick as I could and tried to tidy up my hair in the mirror. As I finally emerged from the bedroom nearly five minutes later, I found Christina sitting at the table arguing with Callie over something. “Hey Christina. What's up?”
Callie turned her attention to me and licked her lips. “Oh, I'm just trying to explain to Christina what happened to the kitchen.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah.. she doesn't believe ants actually got in the house and tried to carry off the plates. I told her they could carry like ten times their weight.”
I bit the inside of my mouth to control my laughter. “Well it's true..... those damn ants.”