12 Days of Christmas 8A/12
Title: 12 Days of Christmas 8a/12
Author: GreysAddictJ
Pairing: Callie/Arizona
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Callie and Arizona try to outdo each other and prove they’re the best at giving Christmas presents
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine. No infringement intended. This hasn’t been betaed - all mistakes are mine.
A/N: I had originally intended Part 8 to end with a smutty little scene with Callie and her maid costume. However, never having really written scenes like that, I chickened out. After several reviewers/commenters mentioned how much they wanted to hear more about Callie’s maid outfit, I’ve talked myself into giving it a try. If smut isn’t your thing, skip this little mini-chapter - it doesn’t move the plot forward in any way and I’ll post Day 9 without a need for you to have read this. If it is your thing, here it is, by request. As I said before, not really my area of expertise, so I hope it doesn’t suck. :-)
Laying across the bed in the most seductive pose possible, was none other than her girlfriend, wearing a very skimpy and very slutty-looking French maid costume.
“Has the house been cleaned to your satisfaction, my lady?” Callie asked, clearly playing the part. “If not, perhaps you’d like to punish me.”
That was all it took for Arizona to fling herself at the bed and at Calliope. Yes, this was going to be a very Merry Christmas indeed.
Callie could only laugh as the blonde practically launched herself at the bed. Her laughter was silenced, however as Arizona pinned her to the bed, capturing her lips in a searing, hot and passionate kiss. Arizona’s tongue forced its way into the brunette’s mouth, their tongues greedily attacking one another. Callie’s arms snaked their way around the blonde’s hips, grabbing hold and forcefully pulling Arizona against her, needing to get as close as physically possible. Arizona let out a soft moan, rolling her hips against Callie’s, letting her intentions be known.
After coming up for air, Arizona chuckled.
“What?” Callie asked. “What’s so funny. Here I am trying to be all sexy and you’re laughing at me?”
Arizona smiled and reached up to remove the white maid’s cap from Callie’s hair. “Oh, don’t worry sweetie, you’re definitely sexy. But you also look ridiculous with this hat on.” Removing the cap, Arizona focused her newest assault on the pulse point on the brunette’s neck, nipping, sucking, and licking, anxious to make her mark. Callie could only groan in response.
Arizona continued her exploration southward, kissing the exposed areas of skin on Callie’s chest and collarbones. Making her way to the swell of her breasts, Arizona ran a tongue along the edge of Callie’s costume, kissing and savoring each and every inch of exposed skin.
She reached up with one hand and fondled Callie’s breasts - first one and then the other. Deciding that they were entirely too covered for her liking, Arizona pushed down the neckline of Callie’s dress, exposing the caramel-colored mounds in all their glory. Arizona gently tweaked a newly exposed nipple, eliciting a breathy moan from her girlfriend. She then dipped her head and took the nipple into her mouth, gently suckling and swirling her tongue around the aroused bud. After a few moments, Arizona switched her attentions to the other breast and repeated the exercise. Callie groaned, running her hands through Arizona’s hair in appreciation.
Callie pulled Arizona back up for another deep kiss and mumbled “you have too many clothes on.” Callie grabbed the hem of Arizona’s sweater and roughly pulled it up and over her head. She made quick work of the blonde’s jeans as well, leaving Arizona in nothing but a matching red satin bra and panty set. “That’s better.” Callie added, recapturing Arizona’s lips and kissing her into oblivion.
Arizona reached down and underneath Callie’s skirt, only to discover no barrier between her hand and Callie’s heated, wet center. Arizona raised an eyebrow and said “no panties? Calliope, you have been a naughty girl haven’t you?”
Callie giggled. “Apparently. What are you going to do about it?”
“Fuck you senseless.” Arizona replied huskily before swiftly inserting two fingers into Callie’s dripping core. Callie moaned at the sudden and surprise invasion. Arizona quickly found a rhythm, thrusting in and out of Callie’s slick tunnel. She added the pressure of her hips behind her hand, grinding against her girlfriend in a frenzied dance. Judging by the stream of moans and expletives coming from the brunette’s mouth, Arizona knew she was close.
“Oh, God, Arizona. Please, baby. . . I’m so close. Please. Fuck me.” Callie rambled in an incoherent manner.
Arizona grazed her thumb intermittently over Callie’s bundle of nerves. The added sensation drove Callie wild. She wrapped her legs around Arizona, arching her hips to meet each thrust.
“Arizona. . .” Callie gasped. “Don’t . . . ever . . . stop . . . fucking . . . meeeeeeee!” Callie cried out as she crashed over the edge into oblivion. Arizona could feel the ripples of Callie’s orgasm as her muscles contracted around her fingers.
As Callie came down from her high, she laid listlessly, struggling to regain her senses.
“That was amazing.” She replied. “You were amazing.”
“When am I not amazing?” Arizona joked, planting a quick kiss on her girlfriend’s list. “However, you’d better get to work and show me just how amazing I am, or you really will be in need of some punishment.” She added, grabbing Callie’s hand and guiding it towards her panties.
“Yes, mistress.” Callie smirked. “But first, let me slip into something a little more comfortable.” She rolled them over so that she sat straddling Arizona’s hips and pulled her decidedly disheveled looking costume off in one swift movement. “You too. She added, reached around and flipping open the clasp of Arizona’s bra, quickly removing it.
Callie wasted no time, quickly attacking Arizona’s breasts, kneading one with her hand while gently nipping and suckling at the other. Arizona moaned and arched her back off the bed, eagerly attempting to meet Callie’s mouth. Callie then slid her tongue between the blonde’s breasts, leaving a wet trail down her stomach to the line of her panties.
Callie scooted down the bed and placed her head between Arizona’s thighs, placing gentle kisses everywhere except where Arizona really needed them. Taking the red panties in her teeth, Callie seductively pulled them down Arizona’s legs and pulled them off.
Returning to her previous position, Callie continued to tease - kissing and sucking the flesh at the apex of Arizona’s thighs and center. She then began to blow warm air over Arizona’s core, never touching her.
Arizona groaned in protest. “Please, Calliope. No more teasing. I’m already so close. Please, just make me come.”
Knowing that Arizona was not in any position for game-playing, Callie dove in, running her tongue along the heated, wet, slit of her girlfriend.
“Oh, God.” Arizona exclaimed, finally getting the contact she needed.
Callie took Arizona’s bundle of nerves between her lips, alternating between sucking and gently biting.
“Fuck!” Arizona cried out. “Please. Please. Oh, god. I’m almost there.”
Callie quickly added two fingers into Arizona’s slick center, thrusting in and out as her mouth continued its assault on her girlfriend’s clit.
Arizona’s hips raised off the bed, attempting to meet each thrust of Callie’s fingers. She roughly grabbed Callie’s hair and pushed her further down into her dripping core, anxious to gain as much contact as possible.
“Fuck! Oh, God! Calliopeeeeeee!!” Arizona moaned as her body began to quiver uncontrollably. Callie continued her ministrations as she felt Arizona spastically contract around her fingers. Callie brushed her thumb against Arizona’s clit, wanting to prolong the experience for the blonde for as long as possible.
Finally coming down, Arizona collapsed, unable to move. Callie climbed back up and captured her spent girlfriend’s lips in a deep kiss.
“Happy 8th Day of Christmas, Arizona.” Callie smiled.
“Same to you, my love.” Arizona replied, pulling Callie against her, where they fell asleep, bodies entwined.