Don't poke the Bear 1/1
Don’t Poke The Bear 1/1
Title: Don’t Poke The Bear
Rating: NC 17
Pairing: Callie/Arizona
Spoilers: slight spoiler for 6X2
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: What happened after the girls had THE talk and the screen faded out. (Or what should have)
Author’s Notes: So, listen, I have been pretty disgruntled and a little disgusted by the way the Callie/Arizona relationship has been portrayed. They act like friends. Like, buddies. They never touch, they don’t kiss hello, not even a fucking hug, and it bugs me to end because Callie is about the most sexual character on that show. I find it hard to believe she wouldn’t want to catch a little kiss from her fairly new girlfriend, whom she has not seen all day. All they do is drink wine and eat pizza together. I’m sorry, but I’ve gotten further with my best friend, and she’s straight. Bullshit, I say! Anyway, end of rant. On to the story.
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“--you don’t want to mess with me.”
Callie’s smiling eyes slowly darkened and became smaller with an implicating gaze. “Really? I don’t?” She teased.
Arizona fought hard to keep her features stern. She fought the tingling sensation humming slowly through out her body. She lifted a decisive chin and pursed her lips as she shook her head and glared, “No, you don’t. So--will you go talk to the chief?” She asked, her tone a little shakier than she had initially intended and she mentally kicked herself for it. She eyed Callie curiously.
“I don’t know.” Callie shrugged and sighed, grabbing the beer she’d opened earlier and sipping nonchalantly. “I might, I might not.”
“Callie!” She said firmly, hating the amused smirk on Callie’s lips, “You’re going to beg the chief to take you back. You’re going to tell him again what a rock star you are and you’re going to remind him how badly he needs you.” She played with a folded napkin sitting limply on the counter top and released a heavy breath, “And you can throw in there that you have a girlfriend that misses seeing you whenever she feels like it during the day.” She looked up and smiled brightly.
Callie indulged in a chuckle, then shrugged again, “I’ll think about it.”
“Calliope!” She scolded.
“What?” Callie asked mischievously as she strode around the counter, and nudged Arizona’s knees apart and casually stepped between them, leaning forward until their lips were an inch away, “What?” She repeated in a whisper.
Arizona smiled as the tingling sensation became full on arousal and she bit her lips briefly before replying in a sultry tone, “Don’t poke the bear in the zoo.”
“Oh…” Callie’s voice was soft as her hand slid slowly up Arizona’s thigh, their lips grazing as she spoke, “…are you the bear in this situation?”
“Yes, I am the bear.” She replied, her skin a blaze beneath the denim of her jeans where Callie’s fingertips were raking tiny trails.
“And I would be the one doing the po-king.” She said the last word with all the insinuation in the world and she felt Arizona shift in her seat toward her.
“No. I think I might be doing the poking tonight.” She said saucily before averting from kissing Callie’s lips and opting for her chin instead while her hands slid over and around her waist until they rested over her ass.
“So, am I the bear now then?” Callie asked in a sigh as lips played over her pulse and a tongue darted out to lick there.
“No I’m still the bear.” Arizona replied, her fingers toying with Callie’s dress. “But, now you’ve poked the bear, and the bear is going to eat you.” She planted one last kiss on Callie’s shoulder and hopped off her seat before pulling her quickly by the hand towards the bedroom.
Once the door was closed, Arizona stepped behind Callie and worked at the zipper on the back of her dress, pressing her lips lightly to the newly exposed skin, starting with her shoulders, then her back. “So--” She started, her hands slipping inside the dress and around, her palms flat against Callie’s stomach, fingers splayed as she kissed a shoulder blade, “--you going to talk to the chief tomorrow. That’s the plan.”
Callie groaned in protest, “Arizona--”
“No!” She cut in, removing her hands from where they rested to push the dress completely off and onto the floor. “No arguing during naked time. Just--naked time.”
“You started it.” Callie mumbled, and turned in time to see Arizona toe off her shoes and start to work on her pants.
“I wasn’t arguing. I was simply letting you know what’s going to happen.”
Callie’s eyebrows shot up and amusement and she placed a hand on her bare waist, “You just throw orders around now like you’re at work?”
“Shut up, Calliope.” She replied with a cant like smirk as she pushed her jeans off her hips and onto a pile on the floor, “Get on the bed now before you really piss me off.” her tone was serious, but she couldn’t fight the smile that played on her lips when Callie’s gaze grew a little more wanting. She nodded approvingly when she was obeyed and she proceeded to remove her shirt.
Callie sat on the bed, one leg crossed over the other while she watched Arizona closely. Her skin was always such a contrast to her own. It was a creamy pale. And it was softer than anything she had ever touched. She had a tiny beauty mark on her left hip, and it was visible now, just above the black lace waistband of her panties. Her curves were softer than her own, but they always created a rush deep within Callie.
“Didn‘t I tell you to lie down?” Arizona teased as stepped forward and mimicking Callie’s earlier actions, parted the brunette’s knees with one of her own, “You don’t know how to follow directions.”
Callie’s hands went up to brace the blonde’s waist and replied as she leaned forward to kiss the soft skin of her belly, “To be fair--” She kissed just above her navel, “--you didn’t specify you wanted me to lie down, so technically--” She nipped and kissed and smiled at the breathy sigh she received in return, “--you don’t know how to give directions.”
Arizona’s narrowed in annoyance--her breath thicker as she inhaled and exhaled--she really did not like her tables turned.
Callie looked up and smiled innocently and was about to defend her comment, when Arizona leaned down and pressed her lips to hers in a bruising kiss. Her lips parted and without hesitation the blonde’s tongue slipped inside to slide sensually against Callie’s. She breathed out through her nose, scooting back against the bed as Arizona followed her, their kiss only intensifying when Callie’s head hit the pillow.
She moaned and cradled Arizona’s head with one hand tangled in blonde locks, as her hips angled as she thrust forward.
“You know, Calliope--” Arizona panted after tearing her lips from Callie’s, smiling down at her flushed cheeks, “--if you were back at Seattle Grace, we could do this in the middle of the day in the on call room.” She allowed no time for reply as she lowered her head and pressed open mouthed kisses over one breast while her hand worked at the other, molding it against her palm while her teeth tugged at the lacy fabric of Callie’s bra.
Callie groaned up at the ceiling as she tried to lift her hips off the mattress, but failed as Arizona pushed her harder against the bed with her own, “I’ll think about it.”
Arizona pulled back then, smirking down as she reached around and unclasped her bra, easily removing it and tossing it aside. Wordlessly, she leaned in again, teasing Callie as she leaned in close enough to kiss her, but pulled back when the other woman reached up to meet her lips.
She smiled and lightly touched her lips to Callie’s, once then again before pressing down firmly, kissing the plump bottom pout before gently nibbling and kissing her deeply, her tongue sliding over the roof of Callie’s mouth, then pulling back against the other woman’s protests.
She continued her oral exploration, kissing and tasting skin here and there until she’d reached the waistband of Callie’s boy shorts. She hooked both index fingers under the fabric and pulled, her lips trailing over the skin Callie’s panties left uncovered.
Callie shivered and lifted her head off the pillow, just in time to see her panties being carelessly dropped over the side of the bed. Arizona sat up and winked, dimples on full display before she dipped her head and scooted back until she was where she wanted to be. A kiss was dropped over Callie’s pubic bone and her head fell back against the pillow with a muted groan.
She kissed the apex of her thighs and licked the already moist slit with just the tip of her tongue. She was rewarded with a grunt and a slight upward thrust. By the time she was lapping luxuriously slow circles that varied in pressure and direction, Callie was moaning and gripping the headboard above her head for dear life. She pursed her lips and attempted to suppress a loud groan as Arizona’s tongue dipped inside her and out to swirl around, over and under the swollen, fleshy mound. She felt a hand slide up her abdomen and over her breast. She tried to concentrate on the deft hand molding her breast but her senses became a bit preoccupied with that same hand falling off and quickly slipping between her legs, where two digits thrust and curled in all the right places.
Her breath was heavy, her skin was slick and she felt herself falling in a wave of euphoria, losing herself for a second, lightheaded and finally, satisfied as Arizona slipped up her body and kissed along her jaw line.
“So, that’s a yes right?” Arizona asked, head perched on her palm as she watched Callie with interest, “You’ll talk to the Chief.”
Callie licked her lips, turned her head sideways and glared at Arizona, “I hate you.”
“Yes, but I’m your girlfriend. And your girlfriend wants you back at Seattle Grace, so you will humor your girlfriend and come back. Girlfriend.” She smiled widely.
Callie held out for as long as she could before she dissolved into a fit of giggles, “Fine. But we’re going to be using the on call room quite often when I come back.”
“That’s fine.”
Callie smiled as she rolled over and on top of Arizona, “Now, I believe there’s a bear that needs poking.”
Arizona gasped and pretended to be offended in between kisses, “Calliope, that is SO dirty…”
FIN
Title: Don’t Poke The Bear
Rating: NC 17
Pairing: Callie/Arizona
Spoilers: slight spoiler for 6X2
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: What happened after the girls had THE talk and the screen faded out. (Or what should have)
Author’s Notes: So, listen, I have been pretty disgruntled and a little disgusted by the way the Callie/Arizona relationship has been portrayed. They act like friends. Like, buddies. They never touch, they don’t kiss hello, not even a fucking hug, and it bugs me to end because Callie is about the most sexual character on that show. I find it hard to believe she wouldn’t want to catch a little kiss from her fairly new girlfriend, whom she has not seen all day. All they do is drink wine and eat pizza together. I’m sorry, but I’ve gotten further with my best friend, and she’s straight. Bullshit, I say! Anyway, end of rant. On to the story.
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“--you don’t want to mess with me.”
Callie’s smiling eyes slowly darkened and became smaller with an implicating gaze. “Really? I don’t?” She teased.
Arizona fought hard to keep her features stern. She fought the tingling sensation humming slowly through out her body. She lifted a decisive chin and pursed her lips as she shook her head and glared, “No, you don’t. So--will you go talk to the chief?” She asked, her tone a little shakier than she had initially intended and she mentally kicked herself for it. She eyed Callie curiously.
“I don’t know.” Callie shrugged and sighed, grabbing the beer she’d opened earlier and sipping nonchalantly. “I might, I might not.”
“Callie!” She said firmly, hating the amused smirk on Callie’s lips, “You’re going to beg the chief to take you back. You’re going to tell him again what a rock star you are and you’re going to remind him how badly he needs you.” She played with a folded napkin sitting limply on the counter top and released a heavy breath, “And you can throw in there that you have a girlfriend that misses seeing you whenever she feels like it during the day.” She looked up and smiled brightly.
Callie indulged in a chuckle, then shrugged again, “I’ll think about it.”
“Calliope!” She scolded.
“What?” Callie asked mischievously as she strode around the counter, and nudged Arizona’s knees apart and casually stepped between them, leaning forward until their lips were an inch away, “What?” She repeated in a whisper.
Arizona smiled as the tingling sensation became full on arousal and she bit her lips briefly before replying in a sultry tone, “Don’t poke the bear in the zoo.”
“Oh…” Callie’s voice was soft as her hand slid slowly up Arizona’s thigh, their lips grazing as she spoke, “…are you the bear in this situation?”
“Yes, I am the bear.” She replied, her skin a blaze beneath the denim of her jeans where Callie’s fingertips were raking tiny trails.
“And I would be the one doing the po-king.” She said the last word with all the insinuation in the world and she felt Arizona shift in her seat toward her.
“No. I think I might be doing the poking tonight.” She said saucily before averting from kissing Callie’s lips and opting for her chin instead while her hands slid over and around her waist until they rested over her ass.
“So, am I the bear now then?” Callie asked in a sigh as lips played over her pulse and a tongue darted out to lick there.
“No I’m still the bear.” Arizona replied, her fingers toying with Callie’s dress. “But, now you’ve poked the bear, and the bear is going to eat you.” She planted one last kiss on Callie’s shoulder and hopped off her seat before pulling her quickly by the hand towards the bedroom.
Once the door was closed, Arizona stepped behind Callie and worked at the zipper on the back of her dress, pressing her lips lightly to the newly exposed skin, starting with her shoulders, then her back. “So--” She started, her hands slipping inside the dress and around, her palms flat against Callie’s stomach, fingers splayed as she kissed a shoulder blade, “--you going to talk to the chief tomorrow. That’s the plan.”
Callie groaned in protest, “Arizona--”
“No!” She cut in, removing her hands from where they rested to push the dress completely off and onto the floor. “No arguing during naked time. Just--naked time.”
“You started it.” Callie mumbled, and turned in time to see Arizona toe off her shoes and start to work on her pants.
“I wasn’t arguing. I was simply letting you know what’s going to happen.”
Callie’s eyebrows shot up and amusement and she placed a hand on her bare waist, “You just throw orders around now like you’re at work?”
“Shut up, Calliope.” She replied with a cant like smirk as she pushed her jeans off her hips and onto a pile on the floor, “Get on the bed now before you really piss me off.” her tone was serious, but she couldn’t fight the smile that played on her lips when Callie’s gaze grew a little more wanting. She nodded approvingly when she was obeyed and she proceeded to remove her shirt.
Callie sat on the bed, one leg crossed over the other while she watched Arizona closely. Her skin was always such a contrast to her own. It was a creamy pale. And it was softer than anything she had ever touched. She had a tiny beauty mark on her left hip, and it was visible now, just above the black lace waistband of her panties. Her curves were softer than her own, but they always created a rush deep within Callie.
“Didn‘t I tell you to lie down?” Arizona teased as stepped forward and mimicking Callie’s earlier actions, parted the brunette’s knees with one of her own, “You don’t know how to follow directions.”
Callie’s hands went up to brace the blonde’s waist and replied as she leaned forward to kiss the soft skin of her belly, “To be fair--” She kissed just above her navel, “--you didn’t specify you wanted me to lie down, so technically--” She nipped and kissed and smiled at the breathy sigh she received in return, “--you don’t know how to give directions.”
Arizona’s narrowed in annoyance--her breath thicker as she inhaled and exhaled--she really did not like her tables turned.
Callie looked up and smiled innocently and was about to defend her comment, when Arizona leaned down and pressed her lips to hers in a bruising kiss. Her lips parted and without hesitation the blonde’s tongue slipped inside to slide sensually against Callie’s. She breathed out through her nose, scooting back against the bed as Arizona followed her, their kiss only intensifying when Callie’s head hit the pillow.
She moaned and cradled Arizona’s head with one hand tangled in blonde locks, as her hips angled as she thrust forward.
“You know, Calliope--” Arizona panted after tearing her lips from Callie’s, smiling down at her flushed cheeks, “--if you were back at Seattle Grace, we could do this in the middle of the day in the on call room.” She allowed no time for reply as she lowered her head and pressed open mouthed kisses over one breast while her hand worked at the other, molding it against her palm while her teeth tugged at the lacy fabric of Callie’s bra.
Callie groaned up at the ceiling as she tried to lift her hips off the mattress, but failed as Arizona pushed her harder against the bed with her own, “I’ll think about it.”
Arizona pulled back then, smirking down as she reached around and unclasped her bra, easily removing it and tossing it aside. Wordlessly, she leaned in again, teasing Callie as she leaned in close enough to kiss her, but pulled back when the other woman reached up to meet her lips.
She smiled and lightly touched her lips to Callie’s, once then again before pressing down firmly, kissing the plump bottom pout before gently nibbling and kissing her deeply, her tongue sliding over the roof of Callie’s mouth, then pulling back against the other woman’s protests.
She continued her oral exploration, kissing and tasting skin here and there until she’d reached the waistband of Callie’s boy shorts. She hooked both index fingers under the fabric and pulled, her lips trailing over the skin Callie’s panties left uncovered.
Callie shivered and lifted her head off the pillow, just in time to see her panties being carelessly dropped over the side of the bed. Arizona sat up and winked, dimples on full display before she dipped her head and scooted back until she was where she wanted to be. A kiss was dropped over Callie’s pubic bone and her head fell back against the pillow with a muted groan.
She kissed the apex of her thighs and licked the already moist slit with just the tip of her tongue. She was rewarded with a grunt and a slight upward thrust. By the time she was lapping luxuriously slow circles that varied in pressure and direction, Callie was moaning and gripping the headboard above her head for dear life. She pursed her lips and attempted to suppress a loud groan as Arizona’s tongue dipped inside her and out to swirl around, over and under the swollen, fleshy mound. She felt a hand slide up her abdomen and over her breast. She tried to concentrate on the deft hand molding her breast but her senses became a bit preoccupied with that same hand falling off and quickly slipping between her legs, where two digits thrust and curled in all the right places.
Her breath was heavy, her skin was slick and she felt herself falling in a wave of euphoria, losing herself for a second, lightheaded and finally, satisfied as Arizona slipped up her body and kissed along her jaw line.
“So, that’s a yes right?” Arizona asked, head perched on her palm as she watched Callie with interest, “You’ll talk to the Chief.”
Callie licked her lips, turned her head sideways and glared at Arizona, “I hate you.”
“Yes, but I’m your girlfriend. And your girlfriend wants you back at Seattle Grace, so you will humor your girlfriend and come back. Girlfriend.” She smiled widely.
Callie held out for as long as she could before she dissolved into a fit of giggles, “Fine. But we’re going to be using the on call room quite often when I come back.”
“That’s fine.”
Callie smiled as she rolled over and on top of Arizona, “Now, I believe there’s a bear that needs poking.”
Arizona gasped and pretended to be offended in between kisses, “Calliope, that is SO dirty…”
FIN