Positive Tension 6/?
Positive Tension 6/?
Title: Positive Tension
Rating: NC 17
Pairing: Callie/Arizona
Disclaimer: All characters, events, settings and situations mentioned in this work are sole property of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for profit, in constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context and are not intended to be defamatory or factual in anyway.
Summary: At least it doesn’t get worse.
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Arizona wakes up with a start, lifting her head off the pillowed tile floor way, way too quickly. She winces and releases a soft, “Owe.” with a calming hand to her temple. She thinks maybe if she waits before making any sudden movements, the pounding in her head will stop and the strange, guttering sensation in her stomach will cease to cloud her entire body. But alas, it doesn’t disappear.
At least it doesn’t get worse.
She realizes her eyes are still closed and when they slowly slide open, she sees the most smile worthy sight she’s seen in a while. Next to her pillow, sit’s a toothbrush, a glass of water and a tiny packet of Alka-Setzer sitting beside it. The smile fades, however, when she remembers where she is and a whole new wave of regret washes over her.
Regret or a hangover. She’s not sure, but she does throw up one more time before she gets to the toothbrush.
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“Here.” Cristina says as she hands Callie a cup of coffee, before leaning back against the counter while she watches her roommate make eggs for three. She observes her closely, noting the tiniest hint of a smile at the corners of her mouth and she takes a breath before speaking, “Did you get laid last night?”
Callie stops moving the rubber spatula for a second but doesn’t look up as she sets her mug down on the side, “No.”
“Because you look like you got laid and you’re lying.” She shrugs, “That’s all.”
Callie stirs the eggs for a couple more seconds before stopping again and looking up at Cristina, watching her curiously before replying, “Are you asking for details? Because we don’t do that. Details. We just--live together and have breakfast sometimes.”
“Oh, no. I’m completely not asking for details.” She nods and Callie nods as they both stop for an uncomfortable moment of silence, “Of course if you wanted to just--blurt something out I would be inclined to eavesdrop.”
“Right.” Callie nods once, “Okay. I’m going to--just--blurt, then.”
“Okay.”
Callie shuts the stove off then, grabs her coffee and turns to look at Cristina, “I like her.” She tells her, smile quickly forming on her lips, “I really like her. And I think she likes me. Well--I KNOW she likes me. It’s going really well. Except for the no sex yet part, but it’s going really, really well. And she’s great. And the happy-peppy-cheerleader ponytail attitude is only reserved for her patients, really. I mean--you don’t even notice it. She’s funny. And--and smart. I mean, she’s a surgeon, of course she’s smart. But--let’s face it, we run into some idiots sometimes.”
Cristina nods knowingly.
“She’s not an idiot. She’s great. It’s great.” She sips her coffee before adding, “She drank too much last night and puked until three in the morning. I slept on the bathroom floor with her, if that doesn’t say I like you, I don’t know what does. Right?”
“Yeah.” Cristina replies quickly.
“Good blurt.”
“Good blurt.” Cristina agrees, holding a plate out for Callie to scoop eggs onto, “And, Callie--”
“Yeah.”
“Happy isn’t always bad.” She says with a tight smirk before turning to sit at the table.
“Yeah.” Callie nods, serving another two plates for herself and Arizona.
Both women’s heads shoot up in direction of Callie’s room, where they hear a silent thud, followed by a muffled curse.
“I think your girlfriend’s up.”
“You don’t say.” Callie smiles at the blonde emerging from her bedroom, hair up in a ponytail, brow furrowed in what Callie guesses, is a serious headache, but smile well placed anyway.
“Hi.” Arizona offers shyly, looking from Cristina to Callie, both women freshly showered and dressed. She smiles at Callie because she really just can’t help it. Especially when she’s clearly been cooking and she looks--like THAT. She laughs nervously, eerily aware of her wrinkled clothes, “I’m sorry. But I’m pretty sure at least YOU--” She points at Cristina, “--drank more than I did.”
“I can hold my liquor.” Cristina replies into a forkful of eggs and ketchup.
Arizona gags involuntarily, holding a hand to her stomach.
Callie frowns and holds her coffee out in her direction, “I made eggs, but I don’t think your stomach can handle more than coffee.”
Arizona simply shakes her head and moves swiftly across the room, feeling a little awkward now being so close, “Thanks.” She says, secretly making sure her fingers grazed Callie’s as she takes the cup from her. “I feel kind of, uh--” She starts quietly, glancing over her shoulder at Cristina, who is obviously pretending not to listen, but whose ears are perked in their direction, “--inadequate--right now.” She laughs. This is what you look like after a long night of drinking?”
“I sipped on beer all night. You were the one pounding shots with Meredith and downing bottle after bottle of wine with Cristina.” Callie says teasingly, accurately aware of the proximity between them.
“I just--” Arizona leans in closer, speaking in a whisper, “--I’m sorry about--what happened. I relaly wanted to--”
“It’s okay. I know you did--”
“No.” Arizona cuts in, making sure their eyes are leveled, “I REALLY--wanted to.”
Callie instantly feels the heat build between them as the words fall from the blonde’s lips and her tongue darts out to lick her own, “I know.” She tells her with a firm nod, making sure she knows she really. REALLY. Wanted to, also.
Arizona sips the hot coffee carefully, her eyes glued to Callie’s over the rim of the cup, “What are you doing today?”
“I have to run some errands. Shopping. Because Cristina doesn’t do shopping. You know--boring home stuff.”
Arizona nods and flashes Callie a smile, “I need to do some shopping. Mind if I tag along? I’ll treat you to lunch later.”
“Okay.” Callie replies, maybe a little too excitedly, before giving Arizona an appreciative glance over, “You look good after a long night of drinking, too by the way.”
Arizona blushes and mentally kicks herself for kicking cool out the door so easily, “I’m going to go to my house to get dressed. And…I’ll meet you back here in an hour or so?”
“Sounds good.”
“Okay.” Arizona replies, taking another sip of the coffee before handing it over and leaning to place a chaste, but effective, kiss on the corner of Callie’s mouth, “Thanks for the coffee.”
Callie leans back against the counter until Arizona is gone and she sighs into her coffee.
“You two need to have sex.” Cristina mumbles, heading into her bedroom.
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“Oh, this is yours.” Callie hands Arizona small plastic bag containing tomatoes.
“Oh, thanks.” She replies, taking the tomatoes and placing it in her grocery bag, before looking up, startled, “Oh my god, I left a mess in your bathroom.”
Callie looks up and chuckles, “It’s okay.”
“No. I made you sleep on the floor with me--” She counters, “--let me--you made me coffee, let me clean it up.” She turns back toward the bedroom.
“Arizona--it’s fine…” Callie calls, with no result, because Arizona is already in through her bedroom. When she catches up to her, she watches her exit the restroom, blanket and pillow in arms, guilty grin on her face.
“I’ll wash these.”
Callie laughs and reaches out to pull the pillow from her hands, “Jesus, cooties aren’t real, Arizona.” She tosses the pillow on the bed, and when she looks back over, she’s surprised, but mostly pleased, to find Arizona’s lips promptly on hers.
The blanket she’s been holding falls on the floor and arms quickly encircle Callie’s waist, bringing her flush against her chest, lips dancing softly over pouting, full ones, tension slowly building until Callie’s being pulled in so tightly, she moans against supple lips and brings one hand up to touch soft, blonde curls, arching her back and welcoming the pressure as she responds with equal growing fervor, kisses deepening as they go. There is no initial tentativeness this time.
No one is having second thoughts, and there is no screaming inner voice freaking about the girl kissing the other girl. No one is worrying about what’s going to happen the morning after. No one is drunk.
And yet, Callie still feels a little inebriated.
They’re forced to pull apart-- the need to breathe and all, but they pull towards one another quickly soon enough.
Callie moans as Arizona pulls her bottom lip in between both of hers, her tongue darting out to swiftly lave over her top one before claiming her mouth fully again.
They stand there for a few moments, hands smoothing against cotton, lips pressing and pushing. Fingers, shaky with overwhelming and growing hunger gently pulling at long locks of dark hair, chills running up and down spines--shivers drawing out sighs and unsteady breaths.
Callie pulls away first, her hand reaching up to caress Arizona’s cheek in the tight embrace, her breath heavy as she runs her finger tips across her cheekbone, her chin, and further down to her neck until she’s cradling her nape and she leans over to kiss just under her ear, enjoying every sigh she elicits when she presses her lips to the silky skin. She gasps sharply as, without warning, cool hands slip under her shirt and roam the small of her back, and around to skim over her waist and stomach.
Arizona pulls at the thin cotton of Callie’s shirt, tugging it over her head and letting it fall limply at their feet. She smiles at the other woman and glances favorably at her half dressed torso. That quick look she got of Callie before did not compare to being this close to the warm skin. She leans over to press her mouth to one shoulder, while her hand skillfully pushes the bra strap off the other. Her hands then fall over Callie’s hips, moving around to undo her jeans while her mouth continues to explore Callie’s neck, her heaving chest, the valley between her breasts, where she licks and grazes her teeth over before she sinks to her knees and pulls at the offending material keeping her from more soft, silky skin.
Callie’s head falls back with a heavy pant at the feel of wanting lips on her stomach and impatient hands pulling at her jeans. Once out of them, those hands are back on her bare legs, skimming up her thighs, higher to hold her hips in both hands while Arizona licks and kisses her bare belly--lower until she’s tugging at her panties with her teeth and Callie moans this time, her body aching with anticipation as the blonde’s mouth drifts even lower.
Arizona feels a hand in her hair. A glance up and a breathy ‘come here’ out of Callie’s lips is all it takes for her to get to her feet and lock lips with her again. Before she knows it, she’s being pushed onto the bed, and before she can say otherwise, her clothes are gone and Callie is hovering over her, her long, dark hair fanned over Arizona’s chest while Callie covers every inch of her skin with open mouthed kisses.
Callie drinks in the silken skin under her, tasting and kissing every inch before her, wrapping her lips around one hardened nipple while her hand laves attention to the other.
Arizona moans and reaches out to place her hand over the back of Callie’s head, sighing as teeth gently graze over one hardened nub, a sweep of Callie’s tongue following soon after to soothe any discomfort. Her eyes drift shut as Callie then moves lower, leaving soft kisses over her ribs and stomach, her hands following the trail her lips leave in gentle caresses that leave Arizona breathing heavily.
Her hips thrust slightly upward in anticipation as Callie parts her legs with gently guiding hands on her knees.
Their eyes meet for the briefest of times and Callie smiles, swiftly moving up to place one chaste kiss on Arizona’s lips, her tongue sweeping against the blonde’s once before returning to where she rested earlier, between her legs. She kisses her pubic bone, butterflies all a frenzy in her stomach. Now THIS was performance anxiety. But one sweep of her tongue over the blonde’s soft folds draws out a deep moan and the butterflies settle quickly.
One hand gripping the covers, and the other tangled in Callie’s hair, Arizona, bites her lip through a moan, then releases a heavy breath as Callie applies slow, tentative strokes over her, until her breath seems to be in unison with the rhythm of Callie’s tongue on her. She squirms, parting her legs further as Callie licks every inch, alternating between using just the tip and then flattening her tongue against her, once in a while grazing her clit.
Her back arches and she groans when Callie’s hand slides up her torso to mold her breast into her palm, rubbing and gently pinching, her mouth never ceasing its ministrations. Not soon after, she drapes her arm over her mouth to silence herself as one long wave washes over her body and her eyes are tightly shut.
Callie keeps stills Arizona’s hips as she writhes under her, subsiding slowly. She smiles victoriously to herself, dropping a kiss here and there as she crawls up Arizona’s body, stopping with a kiss on her cheek, her head rested on her hand as she watches her girlfriend tries to catch her breath, one hand fanned over her face.
“Oh my god.” Arizona mumbles, taking a breath, then licking her lips as she looks over, in time to see Callie kiss her shoulder, and she smiles, “You look pleased with yourself.”
Callie lifts her head and smiles back, “I am, Arizona. I’m not going to lie.” She shrugs, then smiles against her lips as she leans over to kiss her, then drapes one leg over the other woman’s waist, straddling her as the blonde sits up slowly, her hands firmly gripping Callie’s thighs, their kiss never breaking until she finds herself being flipped onto her back and pinned against the mattress.
“I’ll show you pleased.” Arizona purrs, pinning Callie’s wrists above her head with one hand, while her free hand snakes between their joint bodies and slides between Callie’s legs, parting the delicate folds with two fingers while a third probes the slick, tender flesh. She presses her lips to Callie’s once, lingering online centimeters away after she pulls away, taking in her parted lips, warm, heavy breath escaping from them with every pant.
Callie twists her wrists free, grunting when Arizona manages to quickly flatten her palm against one of her own, keeping one arm above her head, fingers entwining immediately and Callie smiles up at the blonde, “Who knew--” She groans as a digit circles her clit, “--Arizona Robbins has a dominant streak.”
“You have no idea.” She replies, sinking two fingers fully inside Callie’s opening, swallowing the loud moan she exudes with a long, deep kiss as she presses her entire body down against her.
When Arizona pulls away, Callie can’t breathe. She can’t move. And she doesn’t want to. Because there are two fingers deliciously seethed inside her and a warm body is blanketing her in the best way possible, not to mention the lips hovering above her own, teasing her mercilessly, as are the immobile fingers inside her. She grunts and makes an attempt at lifting her hips, but it’s no use under the other woman’s weight. “Are you going to--” Her sentence is caught off by her own groan as Arizona slides her fingers out, then uses her hips to push back inside, curling her them upward once there.
Arizona smiles as she bites down on her bottom lip, “--what? Am I going to what?” She breathes against her neck, tugging at the sensitive skin with her teeth and receiving a series of moans in response while her hips move in a slow paced rhythm against her hand, creating a slight friction against her own clit. She releases Callie’s hand, long enough to reach bellow and pull her leg up to hook it over her hip as she pushes harder and deeper into her.
Callie grunts, and now with two free hands, wraps both arms around Arizona, her nails digging into the soft flesh as she urges her to go even deeper and moans against the crook of her neck, which is slick with perspiration.
The feeling of her knuckles against her, combined with the slight sting of nails against her back and Callie’s inner walls pulsating around her fingers, send Arizona over the edge a second time. Her lips search Callie’s again, mouths dueling for control as both women cling to one another, bodies arching and reaching for the other in a series of moans and grunts.
When Callie’s body finally relaxes enough for her to will her limbs to move, she opens her eyes to the soothing feel of soft lips on her forehead, cheeks, and chin. “Mm-” She hums, pulling Arizona’s hand up to kiss her palm as she settles beside her, their legs quickly tangling in each other as they lie back in comfortable, sated silence. “--that was nice.”
Arizona smiles, her fluttering open as she turns to meet Callie’s, “It was.” She takes in Callie’s disheveled hair and decides she likes that look on her. She’s determined to make that look present as often as possible, “And look. No interruptions.”
Callie laughs and shifts onto her stomach, cradling Arizona’s cheek before leaning in to kiss her softly, “That really is the nice part.”
“Hey, Callie where’d you leave the--”
Both woman look up and behind them, toward the door, at a shell shocked, jaw dropped Cristina before she leaves without finishing a sentence. Their eyes meet before Arizona adds, “That was not an interruption. That was intermission.” And flips Callie back onto her back.
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“It’s not like I don’t want to.”
“Uh-huh.”
“But should I?”
“Uh-huh.”
“I mean, shouldn’t she bring it up?”
“UH-huh.”
“Does anyone ever want to meet their significant other’s parents? I don’t think that’s something you volunteer for.” Mark continues, sneering over at Callie, who is clearly not listening to anything he’s saying, because she seems to be engrossed in a magazine she’s holding. The elevator stops and the doors slide open, emptying out completely, and leaving the two friends alone in the small compartment. “You’re not listening to me.”
“Of course I am.” Callie mumbles, turning a glossy page, “You’re the girl in the relationship now. You want to meet the parents, but you don’t want to tell Little Grey because you’ll lose your reputation as Doctor Casanova.” She closes the magazine and grins over at him.
His lip twitches slightly in disagreement and he crosses his arms over his chest, “Has you catching the gay made you delusional?”
She simply laughs as they step off the elevator, “It’s made me wise.”
“It’s making you see mirages in the dessert.”
“Are you jealous of my spanking new, sex-filled relationship?” She asks teasingly, winking over at him as they near their perspective locker rooms.
“Are you aware that I am having just as much sex as you are?” He tells her firmly, “Or more, even.”
“If you say so.” She say in a sing-song tone.
“Shut up.”
“Tell her.” She says as he disappears around the corner with a grunt and she gasps as a hand pulls her by the wrist into a supply closet before she can reach the locker room. She laughs, searching in the dark for any sign of her attacker, but is met with soft, but demanding lips on her own. She sighs and moans any and all will power lost with the hands that ask for no permission before they pull at her belt, “God, I hope you’re Arizona, because I am way beyond stopping if you’re not.”
The blonde giggles, sucking Callie’s bottom lip between both of hers and nibbles slightly, “Good morning.” She says with a smile at the brunette, her thumbs hooked into the waist of Callie’s jeans as she pushes them down about an inch or so before pressing her body firmly against hers, sighing into another kiss.
“Morning.” Callie replies, her eyes fluttering closed as a hand slips inside pants and panties. Callie pulls her lips away in a gasp and reaches up to grab hold of the nearest shelf when two fingers are swiftly pushed into her without a notice and she grips the metal shelf tightly, groaning when Arizona pushes her harder against the shelf, a metal bar jabbing her lower back, and lifts a leg up to wrap around the blonde’s waist, “You were gone when I woke up.” She says in a pant.
“I know. I got called in early. I didn’t want to wake you.” Arizona replies, her hand sliding onto Callie’s ass and grabbing a handful, smiling at the brunette as she thrusts firmly into her, breathing heavily against Callie’s shoulder, taking advantage of the nearness, to taste the sweet skin there, “I’ve been thinking about you in this exact state for about three hours.”
Callie chuckles through a moan, thrusting her hips against Arizona’s hand, her head falling back as she bites her lip, “That’s an inappropriate thing to be thinking about when you’re playing with kids--oh god…”
“Well, it’s a good thing they’re not in my head then.” Arizona teases back, releasing Callie’s ass to cradle her cheek, leaning in to kiss her, but she gasps when the tables are turned on her and she finds herself being rammed up against the towel rack on the other end of the small room, a hand quickly shoved down her scrub pants so fast, she has no time to stop the loud moan that escapes her. It takes her a moment to catch her breath and remember what she was just doing.
“What are you doing for breakfast?” Callie asks in a soft grunt, her hips moving in slow thrusts against Arizona’s, catching the blonde in a kiss.
Arizona suppresses a moan by biting down on her lip before she replies, “This is breakfast.” They chuckle breathlessly, Arizona slamming her palm against the door as it opens slightly from the other side. A muffled ‘sorry’ on the other end.
“Then--oh god…” Callie moans, her hand slipping under Arizona’s scrub top to palm her breast while the she does the same and her eyes roll to back of her head and she feels the blonde lick the side of her neck before she gently tugs at the skin with her teeth, “--what about lunch.” She almost whimpers.
“Callie, shut up.” Arizona says sternly, quickly meeting her girlfriend’s lips in a forceful kiss that will most likely leave both of their lips bruised. She realizes they’re getting a little loud and anyone passing by can probably hear them, but she could really not care less.
In a couple more seconds, however, the two are clinging to one another with fingers, nails and hands, and unapologetically loud as far as either of them is concerned, until Callie’s practically hanging off of Arizona, while she’s fallen back against the towel rack behind her.
“I would love--” Arizona starts, taking a breath as she drops a kiss against Callie’s hair, “-- to do this for lunch again.”
Callie laughs as she pulls back, breathless, and tucks herself back into her clothes.
“I have to go.” Arizona says suddenly, fastening her scrub pants, looking back at Callie to make sure she’s fully dressed. Hand on the doorknob, she smiles, reaches out and pulls Callie against her for another chaste kiss before they step out into the hallway, hair all a mess and giggly.
“Well-well-well!” Mark says, arms crossed over his chest as he leans against the wall, Cristina standing beside him with a mirrored look on her face, “I thought that was the happy couple!” He adds as the two women squirm under their eyes.
Arizona blushes and Callie glares at the two people she--for some reason--calls her friends, “Shut up.” She tells them sternly.
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Title: Positive Tension
Rating: NC 17
Pairing: Callie/Arizona
Disclaimer: All characters, events, settings and situations mentioned in this work are sole property of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for profit, in constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context and are not intended to be defamatory or factual in anyway.
Summary: At least it doesn’t get worse.
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Arizona wakes up with a start, lifting her head off the pillowed tile floor way, way too quickly. She winces and releases a soft, “Owe.” with a calming hand to her temple. She thinks maybe if she waits before making any sudden movements, the pounding in her head will stop and the strange, guttering sensation in her stomach will cease to cloud her entire body. But alas, it doesn’t disappear.
At least it doesn’t get worse.
She realizes her eyes are still closed and when they slowly slide open, she sees the most smile worthy sight she’s seen in a while. Next to her pillow, sit’s a toothbrush, a glass of water and a tiny packet of Alka-Setzer sitting beside it. The smile fades, however, when she remembers where she is and a whole new wave of regret washes over her.
Regret or a hangover. She’s not sure, but she does throw up one more time before she gets to the toothbrush.
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“Here.” Cristina says as she hands Callie a cup of coffee, before leaning back against the counter while she watches her roommate make eggs for three. She observes her closely, noting the tiniest hint of a smile at the corners of her mouth and she takes a breath before speaking, “Did you get laid last night?”
Callie stops moving the rubber spatula for a second but doesn’t look up as she sets her mug down on the side, “No.”
“Because you look like you got laid and you’re lying.” She shrugs, “That’s all.”
Callie stirs the eggs for a couple more seconds before stopping again and looking up at Cristina, watching her curiously before replying, “Are you asking for details? Because we don’t do that. Details. We just--live together and have breakfast sometimes.”
“Oh, no. I’m completely not asking for details.” She nods and Callie nods as they both stop for an uncomfortable moment of silence, “Of course if you wanted to just--blurt something out I would be inclined to eavesdrop.”
“Right.” Callie nods once, “Okay. I’m going to--just--blurt, then.”
“Okay.”
Callie shuts the stove off then, grabs her coffee and turns to look at Cristina, “I like her.” She tells her, smile quickly forming on her lips, “I really like her. And I think she likes me. Well--I KNOW she likes me. It’s going really well. Except for the no sex yet part, but it’s going really, really well. And she’s great. And the happy-peppy-cheerleader ponytail attitude is only reserved for her patients, really. I mean--you don’t even notice it. She’s funny. And--and smart. I mean, she’s a surgeon, of course she’s smart. But--let’s face it, we run into some idiots sometimes.”
Cristina nods knowingly.
“She’s not an idiot. She’s great. It’s great.” She sips her coffee before adding, “She drank too much last night and puked until three in the morning. I slept on the bathroom floor with her, if that doesn’t say I like you, I don’t know what does. Right?”
“Yeah.” Cristina replies quickly.
“Good blurt.”
“Good blurt.” Cristina agrees, holding a plate out for Callie to scoop eggs onto, “And, Callie--”
“Yeah.”
“Happy isn’t always bad.” She says with a tight smirk before turning to sit at the table.
“Yeah.” Callie nods, serving another two plates for herself and Arizona.
Both women’s heads shoot up in direction of Callie’s room, where they hear a silent thud, followed by a muffled curse.
“I think your girlfriend’s up.”
“You don’t say.” Callie smiles at the blonde emerging from her bedroom, hair up in a ponytail, brow furrowed in what Callie guesses, is a serious headache, but smile well placed anyway.
“Hi.” Arizona offers shyly, looking from Cristina to Callie, both women freshly showered and dressed. She smiles at Callie because she really just can’t help it. Especially when she’s clearly been cooking and she looks--like THAT. She laughs nervously, eerily aware of her wrinkled clothes, “I’m sorry. But I’m pretty sure at least YOU--” She points at Cristina, “--drank more than I did.”
“I can hold my liquor.” Cristina replies into a forkful of eggs and ketchup.
Arizona gags involuntarily, holding a hand to her stomach.
Callie frowns and holds her coffee out in her direction, “I made eggs, but I don’t think your stomach can handle more than coffee.”
Arizona simply shakes her head and moves swiftly across the room, feeling a little awkward now being so close, “Thanks.” She says, secretly making sure her fingers grazed Callie’s as she takes the cup from her. “I feel kind of, uh--” She starts quietly, glancing over her shoulder at Cristina, who is obviously pretending not to listen, but whose ears are perked in their direction, “--inadequate--right now.” She laughs. This is what you look like after a long night of drinking?”
“I sipped on beer all night. You were the one pounding shots with Meredith and downing bottle after bottle of wine with Cristina.” Callie says teasingly, accurately aware of the proximity between them.
“I just--” Arizona leans in closer, speaking in a whisper, “--I’m sorry about--what happened. I relaly wanted to--”
“It’s okay. I know you did--”
“No.” Arizona cuts in, making sure their eyes are leveled, “I REALLY--wanted to.”
Callie instantly feels the heat build between them as the words fall from the blonde’s lips and her tongue darts out to lick her own, “I know.” She tells her with a firm nod, making sure she knows she really. REALLY. Wanted to, also.
Arizona sips the hot coffee carefully, her eyes glued to Callie’s over the rim of the cup, “What are you doing today?”
“I have to run some errands. Shopping. Because Cristina doesn’t do shopping. You know--boring home stuff.”
Arizona nods and flashes Callie a smile, “I need to do some shopping. Mind if I tag along? I’ll treat you to lunch later.”
“Okay.” Callie replies, maybe a little too excitedly, before giving Arizona an appreciative glance over, “You look good after a long night of drinking, too by the way.”
Arizona blushes and mentally kicks herself for kicking cool out the door so easily, “I’m going to go to my house to get dressed. And…I’ll meet you back here in an hour or so?”
“Sounds good.”
“Okay.” Arizona replies, taking another sip of the coffee before handing it over and leaning to place a chaste, but effective, kiss on the corner of Callie’s mouth, “Thanks for the coffee.”
Callie leans back against the counter until Arizona is gone and she sighs into her coffee.
“You two need to have sex.” Cristina mumbles, heading into her bedroom.
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“Oh, this is yours.” Callie hands Arizona small plastic bag containing tomatoes.
“Oh, thanks.” She replies, taking the tomatoes and placing it in her grocery bag, before looking up, startled, “Oh my god, I left a mess in your bathroom.”
Callie looks up and chuckles, “It’s okay.”
“No. I made you sleep on the floor with me--” She counters, “--let me--you made me coffee, let me clean it up.” She turns back toward the bedroom.
“Arizona--it’s fine…” Callie calls, with no result, because Arizona is already in through her bedroom. When she catches up to her, she watches her exit the restroom, blanket and pillow in arms, guilty grin on her face.
“I’ll wash these.”
Callie laughs and reaches out to pull the pillow from her hands, “Jesus, cooties aren’t real, Arizona.” She tosses the pillow on the bed, and when she looks back over, she’s surprised, but mostly pleased, to find Arizona’s lips promptly on hers.
The blanket she’s been holding falls on the floor and arms quickly encircle Callie’s waist, bringing her flush against her chest, lips dancing softly over pouting, full ones, tension slowly building until Callie’s being pulled in so tightly, she moans against supple lips and brings one hand up to touch soft, blonde curls, arching her back and welcoming the pressure as she responds with equal growing fervor, kisses deepening as they go. There is no initial tentativeness this time.
No one is having second thoughts, and there is no screaming inner voice freaking about the girl kissing the other girl. No one is worrying about what’s going to happen the morning after. No one is drunk.
And yet, Callie still feels a little inebriated.
They’re forced to pull apart-- the need to breathe and all, but they pull towards one another quickly soon enough.
Callie moans as Arizona pulls her bottom lip in between both of hers, her tongue darting out to swiftly lave over her top one before claiming her mouth fully again.
They stand there for a few moments, hands smoothing against cotton, lips pressing and pushing. Fingers, shaky with overwhelming and growing hunger gently pulling at long locks of dark hair, chills running up and down spines--shivers drawing out sighs and unsteady breaths.
Callie pulls away first, her hand reaching up to caress Arizona’s cheek in the tight embrace, her breath heavy as she runs her finger tips across her cheekbone, her chin, and further down to her neck until she’s cradling her nape and she leans over to kiss just under her ear, enjoying every sigh she elicits when she presses her lips to the silky skin. She gasps sharply as, without warning, cool hands slip under her shirt and roam the small of her back, and around to skim over her waist and stomach.
Arizona pulls at the thin cotton of Callie’s shirt, tugging it over her head and letting it fall limply at their feet. She smiles at the other woman and glances favorably at her half dressed torso. That quick look she got of Callie before did not compare to being this close to the warm skin. She leans over to press her mouth to one shoulder, while her hand skillfully pushes the bra strap off the other. Her hands then fall over Callie’s hips, moving around to undo her jeans while her mouth continues to explore Callie’s neck, her heaving chest, the valley between her breasts, where she licks and grazes her teeth over before she sinks to her knees and pulls at the offending material keeping her from more soft, silky skin.
Callie’s head falls back with a heavy pant at the feel of wanting lips on her stomach and impatient hands pulling at her jeans. Once out of them, those hands are back on her bare legs, skimming up her thighs, higher to hold her hips in both hands while Arizona licks and kisses her bare belly--lower until she’s tugging at her panties with her teeth and Callie moans this time, her body aching with anticipation as the blonde’s mouth drifts even lower.
Arizona feels a hand in her hair. A glance up and a breathy ‘come here’ out of Callie’s lips is all it takes for her to get to her feet and lock lips with her again. Before she knows it, she’s being pushed onto the bed, and before she can say otherwise, her clothes are gone and Callie is hovering over her, her long, dark hair fanned over Arizona’s chest while Callie covers every inch of her skin with open mouthed kisses.
Callie drinks in the silken skin under her, tasting and kissing every inch before her, wrapping her lips around one hardened nipple while her hand laves attention to the other.
Arizona moans and reaches out to place her hand over the back of Callie’s head, sighing as teeth gently graze over one hardened nub, a sweep of Callie’s tongue following soon after to soothe any discomfort. Her eyes drift shut as Callie then moves lower, leaving soft kisses over her ribs and stomach, her hands following the trail her lips leave in gentle caresses that leave Arizona breathing heavily.
Her hips thrust slightly upward in anticipation as Callie parts her legs with gently guiding hands on her knees.
Their eyes meet for the briefest of times and Callie smiles, swiftly moving up to place one chaste kiss on Arizona’s lips, her tongue sweeping against the blonde’s once before returning to where she rested earlier, between her legs. She kisses her pubic bone, butterflies all a frenzy in her stomach. Now THIS was performance anxiety. But one sweep of her tongue over the blonde’s soft folds draws out a deep moan and the butterflies settle quickly.
One hand gripping the covers, and the other tangled in Callie’s hair, Arizona, bites her lip through a moan, then releases a heavy breath as Callie applies slow, tentative strokes over her, until her breath seems to be in unison with the rhythm of Callie’s tongue on her. She squirms, parting her legs further as Callie licks every inch, alternating between using just the tip and then flattening her tongue against her, once in a while grazing her clit.
Her back arches and she groans when Callie’s hand slides up her torso to mold her breast into her palm, rubbing and gently pinching, her mouth never ceasing its ministrations. Not soon after, she drapes her arm over her mouth to silence herself as one long wave washes over her body and her eyes are tightly shut.
Callie keeps stills Arizona’s hips as she writhes under her, subsiding slowly. She smiles victoriously to herself, dropping a kiss here and there as she crawls up Arizona’s body, stopping with a kiss on her cheek, her head rested on her hand as she watches her girlfriend tries to catch her breath, one hand fanned over her face.
“Oh my god.” Arizona mumbles, taking a breath, then licking her lips as she looks over, in time to see Callie kiss her shoulder, and she smiles, “You look pleased with yourself.”
Callie lifts her head and smiles back, “I am, Arizona. I’m not going to lie.” She shrugs, then smiles against her lips as she leans over to kiss her, then drapes one leg over the other woman’s waist, straddling her as the blonde sits up slowly, her hands firmly gripping Callie’s thighs, their kiss never breaking until she finds herself being flipped onto her back and pinned against the mattress.
“I’ll show you pleased.” Arizona purrs, pinning Callie’s wrists above her head with one hand, while her free hand snakes between their joint bodies and slides between Callie’s legs, parting the delicate folds with two fingers while a third probes the slick, tender flesh. She presses her lips to Callie’s once, lingering online centimeters away after she pulls away, taking in her parted lips, warm, heavy breath escaping from them with every pant.
Callie twists her wrists free, grunting when Arizona manages to quickly flatten her palm against one of her own, keeping one arm above her head, fingers entwining immediately and Callie smiles up at the blonde, “Who knew--” She groans as a digit circles her clit, “--Arizona Robbins has a dominant streak.”
“You have no idea.” She replies, sinking two fingers fully inside Callie’s opening, swallowing the loud moan she exudes with a long, deep kiss as she presses her entire body down against her.
When Arizona pulls away, Callie can’t breathe. She can’t move. And she doesn’t want to. Because there are two fingers deliciously seethed inside her and a warm body is blanketing her in the best way possible, not to mention the lips hovering above her own, teasing her mercilessly, as are the immobile fingers inside her. She grunts and makes an attempt at lifting her hips, but it’s no use under the other woman’s weight. “Are you going to--” Her sentence is caught off by her own groan as Arizona slides her fingers out, then uses her hips to push back inside, curling her them upward once there.
Arizona smiles as she bites down on her bottom lip, “--what? Am I going to what?” She breathes against her neck, tugging at the sensitive skin with her teeth and receiving a series of moans in response while her hips move in a slow paced rhythm against her hand, creating a slight friction against her own clit. She releases Callie’s hand, long enough to reach bellow and pull her leg up to hook it over her hip as she pushes harder and deeper into her.
Callie grunts, and now with two free hands, wraps both arms around Arizona, her nails digging into the soft flesh as she urges her to go even deeper and moans against the crook of her neck, which is slick with perspiration.
The feeling of her knuckles against her, combined with the slight sting of nails against her back and Callie’s inner walls pulsating around her fingers, send Arizona over the edge a second time. Her lips search Callie’s again, mouths dueling for control as both women cling to one another, bodies arching and reaching for the other in a series of moans and grunts.
When Callie’s body finally relaxes enough for her to will her limbs to move, she opens her eyes to the soothing feel of soft lips on her forehead, cheeks, and chin. “Mm-” She hums, pulling Arizona’s hand up to kiss her palm as she settles beside her, their legs quickly tangling in each other as they lie back in comfortable, sated silence. “--that was nice.”
Arizona smiles, her fluttering open as she turns to meet Callie’s, “It was.” She takes in Callie’s disheveled hair and decides she likes that look on her. She’s determined to make that look present as often as possible, “And look. No interruptions.”
Callie laughs and shifts onto her stomach, cradling Arizona’s cheek before leaning in to kiss her softly, “That really is the nice part.”
“Hey, Callie where’d you leave the--”
Both woman look up and behind them, toward the door, at a shell shocked, jaw dropped Cristina before she leaves without finishing a sentence. Their eyes meet before Arizona adds, “That was not an interruption. That was intermission.” And flips Callie back onto her back.
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“It’s not like I don’t want to.”
“Uh-huh.”
“But should I?”
“Uh-huh.”
“I mean, shouldn’t she bring it up?”
“UH-huh.”
“Does anyone ever want to meet their significant other’s parents? I don’t think that’s something you volunteer for.” Mark continues, sneering over at Callie, who is clearly not listening to anything he’s saying, because she seems to be engrossed in a magazine she’s holding. The elevator stops and the doors slide open, emptying out completely, and leaving the two friends alone in the small compartment. “You’re not listening to me.”
“Of course I am.” Callie mumbles, turning a glossy page, “You’re the girl in the relationship now. You want to meet the parents, but you don’t want to tell Little Grey because you’ll lose your reputation as Doctor Casanova.” She closes the magazine and grins over at him.
His lip twitches slightly in disagreement and he crosses his arms over his chest, “Has you catching the gay made you delusional?”
She simply laughs as they step off the elevator, “It’s made me wise.”
“It’s making you see mirages in the dessert.”
“Are you jealous of my spanking new, sex-filled relationship?” She asks teasingly, winking over at him as they near their perspective locker rooms.
“Are you aware that I am having just as much sex as you are?” He tells her firmly, “Or more, even.”
“If you say so.” She say in a sing-song tone.
“Shut up.”
“Tell her.” She says as he disappears around the corner with a grunt and she gasps as a hand pulls her by the wrist into a supply closet before she can reach the locker room. She laughs, searching in the dark for any sign of her attacker, but is met with soft, but demanding lips on her own. She sighs and moans any and all will power lost with the hands that ask for no permission before they pull at her belt, “God, I hope you’re Arizona, because I am way beyond stopping if you’re not.”
The blonde giggles, sucking Callie’s bottom lip between both of hers and nibbles slightly, “Good morning.” She says with a smile at the brunette, her thumbs hooked into the waist of Callie’s jeans as she pushes them down about an inch or so before pressing her body firmly against hers, sighing into another kiss.
“Morning.” Callie replies, her eyes fluttering closed as a hand slips inside pants and panties. Callie pulls her lips away in a gasp and reaches up to grab hold of the nearest shelf when two fingers are swiftly pushed into her without a notice and she grips the metal shelf tightly, groaning when Arizona pushes her harder against the shelf, a metal bar jabbing her lower back, and lifts a leg up to wrap around the blonde’s waist, “You were gone when I woke up.” She says in a pant.
“I know. I got called in early. I didn’t want to wake you.” Arizona replies, her hand sliding onto Callie’s ass and grabbing a handful, smiling at the brunette as she thrusts firmly into her, breathing heavily against Callie’s shoulder, taking advantage of the nearness, to taste the sweet skin there, “I’ve been thinking about you in this exact state for about three hours.”
Callie chuckles through a moan, thrusting her hips against Arizona’s hand, her head falling back as she bites her lip, “That’s an inappropriate thing to be thinking about when you’re playing with kids--oh god…”
“Well, it’s a good thing they’re not in my head then.” Arizona teases back, releasing Callie’s ass to cradle her cheek, leaning in to kiss her, but she gasps when the tables are turned on her and she finds herself being rammed up against the towel rack on the other end of the small room, a hand quickly shoved down her scrub pants so fast, she has no time to stop the loud moan that escapes her. It takes her a moment to catch her breath and remember what she was just doing.
“What are you doing for breakfast?” Callie asks in a soft grunt, her hips moving in slow thrusts against Arizona’s, catching the blonde in a kiss.
Arizona suppresses a moan by biting down on her lip before she replies, “This is breakfast.” They chuckle breathlessly, Arizona slamming her palm against the door as it opens slightly from the other side. A muffled ‘sorry’ on the other end.
“Then--oh god…” Callie moans, her hand slipping under Arizona’s scrub top to palm her breast while the she does the same and her eyes roll to back of her head and she feels the blonde lick the side of her neck before she gently tugs at the skin with her teeth, “--what about lunch.” She almost whimpers.
“Callie, shut up.” Arizona says sternly, quickly meeting her girlfriend’s lips in a forceful kiss that will most likely leave both of their lips bruised. She realizes they’re getting a little loud and anyone passing by can probably hear them, but she could really not care less.
In a couple more seconds, however, the two are clinging to one another with fingers, nails and hands, and unapologetically loud as far as either of them is concerned, until Callie’s practically hanging off of Arizona, while she’s fallen back against the towel rack behind her.
“I would love--” Arizona starts, taking a breath as she drops a kiss against Callie’s hair, “-- to do this for lunch again.”
Callie laughs as she pulls back, breathless, and tucks herself back into her clothes.
“I have to go.” Arizona says suddenly, fastening her scrub pants, looking back at Callie to make sure she’s fully dressed. Hand on the doorknob, she smiles, reaches out and pulls Callie against her for another chaste kiss before they step out into the hallway, hair all a mess and giggly.
“Well-well-well!” Mark says, arms crossed over his chest as he leans against the wall, Cristina standing beside him with a mirrored look on her face, “I thought that was the happy couple!” He adds as the two women squirm under their eyes.
Arizona blushes and Callie glares at the two people she--for some reason--calls her friends, “Shut up.” She tells them sternly.
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