Drabble #2
Title: Pagers Are Evil
Author: walking_weapon
Pairing: Callie/Arizona
Rating: R
Summary: There are moments in life when pagers really, really shouldn't go off.
AN: A bit of fluff to try and spark my creative juices.
There are certain times in life when your pager just should not go off. Like it should be a law or something that in certain moments pagers just do not function. Times like now when I’m half naked in a supply closet with my hands tangled in Arizona’s hair, as she kneeling in front of me and has just started doing that amazing little thing she does with her tongue. I want nothing more than to beg her to keep going to, to just push her head back between my legs so she can finish me off, so I can cum. Is that so wrong? Even as the desperate voices in my head (or is it my groin?) are clamoring to be heard she’s standing and pulling my pants up, while she mumbles about it being a 911 and some patient that was barely stable earlier. With a quick kiss and a promise make it up to me tonight she’s out the door. All I can do is groan and bang my head against the shelf behind me in utter frustration. Yep it’s official, pagers are evil.
Author: walking_weapon
Pairing: Callie/Arizona
Rating: R
Summary: There are moments in life when pagers really, really shouldn't go off.
AN: A bit of fluff to try and spark my creative juices.
There are certain times in life when your pager just should not go off. Like it should be a law or something that in certain moments pagers just do not function. Times like now when I’m half naked in a supply closet with my hands tangled in Arizona’s hair, as she kneeling in front of me and has just started doing that amazing little thing she does with her tongue. I want nothing more than to beg her to keep going to, to just push her head back between my legs so she can finish me off, so I can cum. Is that so wrong? Even as the desperate voices in my head (or is it my groin?) are clamoring to be heard she’s standing and pulling my pants up, while she mumbles about it being a 911 and some patient that was barely stable earlier. With a quick kiss and a promise make it up to me tonight she’s out the door. All I can do is groan and bang my head against the shelf behind me in utter frustration. Yep it’s official, pagers are evil.