Scar Tissue (Part Two) -- Chapter 23-B
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Scar Tissue (Part Two)
Chapter 23-B
Authors: kennedysbitch & livelovelearneg
Beta'd by englishstrawbie
Rating: NC-17 [Depictions of violence, PTSD, Language, Sexual Content]
Pairing: Callie/Arizona
Disclaimer
Scar Tissue [masterpost]
Summary: When Arizona Robbins’ brother dies in Iraq, her life takes off in a completely different direction. Now a highly-rated trauma surgeon with the United States Marine Corps, she spends the three years following his death serving their country overseas - until an insurgent attack leaves her with debilitating injuries. Traveling to Seattle at her father’s request, she falls under the care of orthopedic surgeon Dr. Calliope Torres. Damaged emotionally and physically, Arizona tries to start the healing process with the help of a headstrong woman she never saw coming.
Part Two: Now free from the confines of a hospital bed for the first time
in almost five months, Arizona begins her physical and emotional recovery while
navigating a budding yet rocky relationship with Callie Torres.
Warnings: Depictions of violence, PTSD, Language, Sexual Content
Trailer:
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Continued from 23-A
The flare up of Arizona’s libido hit her so suddenly and so forcefully that it nearly shocked her stupid. It had been a long, long time since she felt anything resembling arousal this strong. By now she had been starting to think that her ‘parts’ were broken or something.
Callie finally allowed herself to dip below the waist, sliding her fingertips into the material of Arizona’s pajama shorts and holding them against the apex of her thighs before pausing to see if it was okay.
Wordlessly, Arizona managed a stiff nod. Her mouth was far too dry to entertain the idea of speaking out loud.
Callie pushed her fingers through the slickness of Arizona’s labia, pleased to find that she was already nice and wet. She spread her open and dragged some of the evidence along the length of her sex, at the same time feeling quite a bit pool between her own legs.
Arizona hissed at the contact and bit her sharp nails into the back of her girlfriend’s shoulders. Callie circled her opening, using just enough pressure to drive her mad with desire. Her thighs automatically clamped around the hand between them, though that did nothing to stop the ministrations nor make them migrate to where she wanted.
“You’re wet,” Callie husked, both pupils dilated with arousal.
Arizona grunted, surprised and only mildly embarrassed to find that she was already quivering with need. Callie seemed intent on taking her time, working her fingers in slow, drawn out circles - she seemed to like circles a lot - while stroking a thumb across the patch of finely trimmed hairs above.
“I’m pretty sure that’s supposed to happen,” Arizona answered in a hoarse whisper. A hundred years might have passed since the last time she’d had sex, but this part she was definitely remembering.
That made Callie chuckle. She nipped at the side of Arizona’s chin before stifling any more commentary with a passionate kiss. Her fingers were soaked with her lover’s essence as she finally drew upward to press into her clit, causing the blonde to jerk beneath her. She pinched the nerve bundle carefully between her thumb and middle finger, massaging it back and forth, causing Arizona to squirm.
“Fuck,” Arizona gasped, breaking apart with a harsh breath.
“Such a dirty mouth,” Callie smirked, suckling at her bottom lip. “I like it.”
“You have no idea,” was about the only response Arizona could manage. She was so far removed from her intimacy issues at that moment that they seemed like part of another life all together. All she wanted was to feel the sweet release she had been denying herself for so long, and she wanted Callie to be the one to give it to her.
“Feeling good?” Callie asked, a hint of concern masked within the playful question. She wanted to make sure that they were still on the right track.
“Very,” Arizona murmured. Honest to god, she thought she was going to have to beg for penetration if it were to happen any time soon. By the time Callie took mercy on her and entered in one swift movement, she was vibrating with need.
Callie openly growled at how hot and wet Arizona felt as she clenched tightly around the single digit. She moved it back and forth, just enough to ease her up before pushing in with a second, simultaneously making sure to leave her mark along the side of Arizona’s neck.
Arizona’s response was to bite down against the shell of Callie’s ear and spread her legs open wider, allowing the brunette to settle more comfortably between them. Her eyes drifted closed as Callie pumped her fingers in a steady rhythm, scissoring them inside of her and making sure she felt each and every stroke.
She was unable to contain the whimper that escaped as Callie pushed a thumb into her clit, moving it in slow, hard circles, matching the rhythm of her fingers and causing her pussy to contract hard around them.
Callie’s chest heaved for breath as she rocked her hips forward, digging her thigh into the back of her hand in an effort to gain more leverage. Arizona’s body was slick with sweat beneath her, and suddenly all she wanted to do was take her into her mouth.
So she placed one more kiss along Arizona’s jaw before forcing herself to tear away, withdrawing the fingers from between her legs. Arizona actually growled in protest, shooting her an aggravated look that made Callie smile. She hooked a set of fingers into the waist line of the remaining pajama shorts and panties, then pulled the set down the sexiest pair of legs she had ever seen.
Arizona lay still as Callie threw back the covers that were threatening to get in their way. She felt a stab of self-consciousness as the sight of her mangled leg was exposed, although by now her girlfriend had examined it so many times that it didn’t hold quite the power over her that it used to. Besides, she was way too horny to give a crap about what she looked like right now. A shiver rolled down her back as the cool air of the room tightened her already straining nipples.
For all of Callie’s patience leading up to this moment, she ran out as soon as the scent of Arizona’s arousal hit her full force. Mouth watering, she descended with a hasty groan, throwing the blonde’s left leg over her shoulder and taking a long, dragged out swipe of her pussy with her tongue.
Arizona immediately bucked her hips into Callie’s mouth, pushing her fingers deeply into curls of dark hair as she urged for more contact. Her injured leg flopped uselessly to the side as she opened herself up and arched her back when some attention was finally granted to her aching clit.
Callie bathed the sensitive nub with her tongue before she worked it between Arizona’s folds, sucking on the distended flesh before dipping down to swipe at her entrance. It earned another sharp jab of the blonde’s hips into her face and she took the hint. Her mouth moved back up to suck on Arizona’s clit while using her thumb to rub small, pressurized circles around her opening without giving her the satisfaction of any penetration - yet.
“Calliope,” Arizona growled, jerking a thigh against the side of her head as she moaned in frustration.
Never, in all of her years, had Callie heard her full name spoken with so much passion before. It was probably the first time she really loved hearing it out loud; until now it had been sort of a begrudging allowance on her part, only because Arizona could make anything sound good. Now she planned to spend the next few decades making her moan it on a nightly basis.
Callie retracted her thumb and sunk two fingers inside, and Arizona knew she couldn’t handle a lot more before reaching her ever-elusive orgasm. She had been so plagued with personal insecurities that even her own hand hadn’t been enough to satisfy any semblance of a craving she’d had for sexual release over the last few months. The fact that it had been so long, and that Callie’s tongue was relentlessly coaxing her clit out of hiding, combined to ensure that it wouldn’t take much longer. Rather than feel embarrassed about it, she leaned into the sensation and closed her eyes as she lost herself in the build up.
Callie curled her fingers and thrust deeply against Arizona’s inner walls, sucking on her clit and flicking it with her tongue. The hand in her hair tightened and gave a sharp tug of approval. Arizona was fighting for breath, releasing a steady stream of moans that only served to make Callie work harder, faster. Hearing her girlfriend in the throws of passion left an uncomfortable ache between her own legs, causing the one article of clothing left on her body to feel a thousand times tighter than it should have.
Arizona arched her back and bucked her hips, finally reaching a crescendo. The orgasm swept through her with a crippling intensity and she clamped down with both legs, drawing Callie in even deeper. She couldn’t seem to stop shaking as the pressure on her clit refused to ease up.
Callie grunted as her girlfriend’s walls contracted hard around her fingers, her arousal spilling out around them and coating her chin. The sharp cry of ecstasy from above kept her from moving her mouth away too soon, determined to ride out the waves with Arizona before she claimed her reward.
It was only when Arizona’s entire body went limp, completely spent, that Callie carefully withdrew her fingers and replaced them with her tongue. She lapped up any remnants of the orgasm, groaning at the sweet taste as it burst over her tongue. Both hands gripped the thighs surrounding her head and held them there as she licked Arizona clean, enjoying the occasional twitch or shudder that the residual contract caused.
Arizona held out as long as she could but eventually she had to cry mercy, giving a reluctant push to Callie’s shoulder as she drew her hips away from the hungry mouth. Callie gave chase, stealing one last lick before moving up her body, pausing to wipe her chin on the sheets.
With a happy groan, Callie nuzzled into the crook of Arizona’s neck and planted a wet kiss against her skin. This whole thing had left her feeling like she was on fire; the kind that only somebody else’s hand (or a really cold shower) could take care of.
“There are two you right now,” Arizona croaked, tangling her fingers in dark hair as she drew Callie in.
Callie grunted into the kiss, settling her weight to the right of Arizona while planting a forearm on either side of her body. “Lucky you,” she murmured in return, earning herself a playful swat to the behind. She flexed her hips, uncomfortably aware of how soaked her underwear was as she tried to squash down her own libido. By no means was she about to force Arizona to reciprocate, but if that wasn’t ready to happen yet, then she needed to spend some quality alone time in the bathroom.
Thankfully, Arizona answered that question without being asked. While she was still catching her breath, a hand found its way between Callie’s legs and cupped her sex through the thin material. Callie grunted in surprise.
“You must be so hot in these,” Arizona murmured, nibbling on her girlfriend’s bottom lip.
Callie tried not to let her eyes roll as far back into her head as they wanted to. “Y-you don’t have to,” she stammered in return, nearly swallowing her own tongue when Arizona squeezed the fingers into the crotch of her panties, dragging them forward in a torturously slow movement.
“I don’t?” Arizona replied coyly, all signs of her previous hesitancy now completely gone. She leaned up and breathed hotly into Callie’s ear. “But I’ve been wanting to taste you for months now.”
Oh sweet jesus. Arizona Robbins talked dirty during sex. Callie nearly came just from that realization alone.
“D’uhm,” she stammered, blinking a few times in an attempt to keep herself focused. “I, uh - s-sure.”
“Sure?” Arizona echoed. She pulled back with a pout, though her fingers never let up with their relentless stroking. They pushed aside the material of Callie’s panties and buried themselves between her slick folds, sweeping them downward with a hard rub. “I think we can do better than that.”
Callie let out a pathetic whimper and dropped her face into the pillow. “Okay.”
Smirking, Arizona immediately withdrew her hand and gave Callie’s belly a firm push, forcing her to roll off to the side. She followed through with the movement and immediately closed her mouth around an erect nipple, bathing it in a warm lick.
Callie had fucked the tentativeness right out of her. Now all she wanted to do was get a taste in return.
“Y-your leg,” Callie stuttered, lifting her head and peering down the length of Arizona’s body. She was temporarily sidetracked by the ridiculously sexy ass exposed to her line of sight, but she was concerned about the toll such a playful tangle in the sheets might take on her girlfriend’s injuries.
“I think I was more in danger of accidentally hurting myself about thirty seconds ago when your head was buried between my thighs,” Arizona pointed out, flicking Callie’s breast with her tongue before moving further down her stomach. She definitely had to be aware of how her leg factored into each movement, but so far she was pleased with her mobility at a horizontal angle. This felt a thousand times more efficient than when she was stumbling around the room on a pair of crutches. Callie would be lucky if she ever got to wear clothes again from here on out.
A little voice in the back of Callie’s mind refused to let up with the guilt trip. “Arizona,” she groaned, gently touching her shoulder and urging her to look up. “Really, y-you don’t…I mean, I’ll be okay if you don’t want to.”
Pursing her lips, Arizona released a heavy sigh before back moving up the bed. She had to be careful how she set weight on her right knee, but she managed to straddle her girlfriend’s waist before reaching down to take both of her wrists.
“Calliope,” she stated, pinning them above her head as she fixed her with a stern glare. “I love that you’re so careful with me. I love how much you care about my feelings and it means everything that you put my wellbeing ahead of your own pleasure. So please, don’t take this the wrong way, but…shut up and let me take your pants off.”
Callie’s mouth quirked up into a surprised smile. “Or else?”
Rolling her eyes, Arizona lowered herself to steal a brief kiss. “No ‘or else’. Only my way.”
Callie let out a dramatic sigh. “Mm. Okay then.”
“Good.” Arizona planted a kiss on her lips before moving back and tugging the last article of clothing away.
The moment her underwear left her body, Callie groaned in relief. “Thank god,” she sighed as her girlfriend’s nimble fingers took their place.
“You are so sexy,” Arizona murmured as she nipped at Callie’s hip. She had been given far less time to explore than she normally would have liked, but right now she only had one other concern on her mind.
Pushing her hair back over her shoulder, she settled between Callie’s legs, spreading her open and diving in with her tongue. Muscled thighs flexed against either side of her head before she forced them apart again.
Callie had always considered Arizona to be a woman of many talents, but she hadn’t counted on pleasuring a lady as being right at the top of that list. Not that she had ever doubted whether Arizona was good at sex, but up until now, it had felt disrespectful to spend too much time thinking about it. Not when the other woman clearly wasn’t ready to visit the issue of intimacy.
Now, however, Callie’s suspicions were way more than confirmed. Arizona devoured her with her mouth, letting her tongue do all of the talking, and worshipped her in a way that she hadn’t thought possible in the simple missionary position. She also seemed to sense the urgency Callie was feeling and made no effort to tease her. They both knew she might explode if she didn’t get some sort of relief very soon.
Arizona dipped her tongue inside her girlfriend, releasing a muffled groan as her natural flavour flooded her mouth. She let the hand tangled in her hair guide her to where she was most wanted, only breaking contact when she needed to breathe. The heady scent of her partner’s arousal made her mouth water, and it wasn’t much longer before she found her way back to Callie’s clit, making up for the loss of pressure by rubbing the backs of her knuckles up and down the length of her sex.
Callie cried out when Arizona sucked on her clit, laving it with smooth, never-ending licks. It took all of the self-control she had left to clamp down on the pillow with her fist and not in Arizona’s hair. She didn’t want to do too much forcing here; she was content to let Arizona be in control as much as she could manage.
The need for more physical contract was starting to get to her, though. She groped blindly for Arizona’s free hand, only to have it thrust into her own before she had to think twice.
Arizona squeezed the fingers laced with hers, swiping a thumb along the side of Callie’s knuckle. There were no words to describe how much she loved each flex and tug around them as she ravished Callie with her tongue, able to feel what she liked most and repeat it over and over again to get the same reactions.
Just when Callie thought she was going to explode, Arizona’s mouth vanished from between her legs and she crashed up the length of her body, crushing their lips together in a bruising kiss. Then there were fingers inside of her once more and Callie lost all ability to form a coherent thought.
She panted into the kiss, missing the hot breath against her pussy but infinitely grateful that she got to wrap herself around the blonde’s body instead. She was guilty of leaving a scratch mark or two as her nails dug deeper into the heated flesh along Arizona’s lower back.
Arizona forced her eyes to stay open so she could watch every bit of ecstasy flash across Callie’s face. She let her set the pace as she rocked forward with each motion of her hand and hips, hissing when Callie’s nails suddenly bit into her ass, leaving little half-moons behind that she could look fondly upon later that day.
“Callie,” she groaned breathlessly, burrowing into the nape of her partner’s neck and inhaling her scent as their bodies ground together, a tangled mesh of skin-on-skin.
As soon as Arizona’s thumb started to rapidly work her clit, Callie lost all control in the matter. She swore loudly and arched her back, hooking her right leg over Arizona’s hip and pulling her closer.
“Fuck!”
Arizona growled at the raw desire in Callie’s voice. She could feel her inner muscles tighten around each finger and a hard contraction roll through as the orgasm finally tipped her over the edge. She pumped her fingers as deeply and swiftly as she could manage with her arm still squashed between them, stimulating Callie’s clit with her thumb until hypersensitivity forced her to jerk away.
When Callie’s rigid form went completely limp, Arizona collapsed from exhaustion, out of breath and feeling as though she had just run a lengthy marathon. Her arm remained wedged between their bodies, fingers still buried to the hilt inside of Callie’s liquid heat, enjoying the sensation of closeness.
Callie lolled her head to the side, staring blankly at the ceiling above as stars and fireworks played out in front of her vision. If she’d had the mental capacity left to think straight, she would have been completely blown away by how hard Arizona had just made her come - the woman had just about fucked her stupid.
Arizona nuzzled into her neck, planting a kiss there as she waited for Callie to regain her senses. She felt more sated than she had in years as Callie rolled onto her side and hugged her closely.
They spent a few moments exchanging soft kisses, waiting until they both regained higher brain function. Arizona might have even dozed off for a moment or two, relaxing with her forehead pressed lightly into her partner’s.
“That was amazing,” Callie murmured, her voice crackling with exhaustion.
Arizona hummed in agreement. “Really amazing.”
“Want to do it again?”
Chuckling, Arizona peeled an eye open to fix her with a coy stare. “Sure. But you have to get me an energy drink from the fridge first.”
Callie groaned at the notion of having to get out of bed. “Maybe later,” she admitted sheepishly.
Arizona reached down and pulled the sheet back over them before they could get cold. Her eyelids were already drooping. “I think we broke just about every rule we ever made,” she pointed out, not sounding in the least bit sorry for it.
“Rules are stupid,” Callie said, caressing a hand along Arizona’s back. “We should burn them.”
“If that means I get to see you naked more often, then you’ve got my vote,” Arizona said with a growing smile.
“First thing tomorrow morning, we destroy that god awful piece of paper.” Callie knew full well that neither of them were in any shape to leave the bedroom right now.
“I think technically it is morning.”
Callie craned her neck around and squinted at the alarm clock. “Damn. I never thought five-a.m sex could be so good.”
Laughing, Arizona shifted closer and curled up against her side. “I’m too tired to get up,” she whined, using Callie’s shoulder as a pillow instead.
“Me too.” Callie smiled into Arizona’s hair, curling a protective arm around her back and absently stroking her bicep. “Maybe we should try and get some rest.”
“M’kay,” Arizona mumbled, losing the battle to remain coherent. It took less than a minute for her body to succumb to the tantalizing seduction of sleep, all of her energy resources one-hundred percent depleted.
Callie rested comfortably against the pillows, listening to her girlfriend’s shallow breathing as the rain started to fall more heavily against the window.
Today was definitely a stay-in-bed kind of day if she did say so herself.
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Scar Tissue (Part Two)
Chapter 23-B
Authors: kennedysbitch & livelovelearneg
Beta'd by englishstrawbie
Rating: NC-17 [Depictions of violence, PTSD, Language, Sexual Content]
Pairing: Callie/Arizona
Disclaimer
Scar Tissue [masterpost]
Summary: When Arizona Robbins’ brother dies in Iraq, her life takes off in a completely different direction. Now a highly-rated trauma surgeon with the United States Marine Corps, she spends the three years following his death serving their country overseas - until an insurgent attack leaves her with debilitating injuries. Traveling to Seattle at her father’s request, she falls under the care of orthopedic surgeon Dr. Calliope Torres. Damaged emotionally and physically, Arizona tries to start the healing process with the help of a headstrong woman she never saw coming.
Part Two: Now free from the confines of a hospital bed for the first time
in almost five months, Arizona begins her physical and emotional recovery while
navigating a budding yet rocky relationship with Callie Torres.
Warnings: Depictions of violence, PTSD, Language, Sexual Content
Trailer:
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Continued from 23-A
The flare up of Arizona’s libido hit her so suddenly and so forcefully that it nearly shocked her stupid. It had been a long, long time since she felt anything resembling arousal this strong. By now she had been starting to think that her ‘parts’ were broken or something.
Callie finally allowed herself to dip below the waist, sliding her fingertips into the material of Arizona’s pajama shorts and holding them against the apex of her thighs before pausing to see if it was okay.
Wordlessly, Arizona managed a stiff nod. Her mouth was far too dry to entertain the idea of speaking out loud.
Callie pushed her fingers through the slickness of Arizona’s labia, pleased to find that she was already nice and wet. She spread her open and dragged some of the evidence along the length of her sex, at the same time feeling quite a bit pool between her own legs.
Arizona hissed at the contact and bit her sharp nails into the back of her girlfriend’s shoulders. Callie circled her opening, using just enough pressure to drive her mad with desire. Her thighs automatically clamped around the hand between them, though that did nothing to stop the ministrations nor make them migrate to where she wanted.
“You’re wet,” Callie husked, both pupils dilated with arousal.
Arizona grunted, surprised and only mildly embarrassed to find that she was already quivering with need. Callie seemed intent on taking her time, working her fingers in slow, drawn out circles - she seemed to like circles a lot - while stroking a thumb across the patch of finely trimmed hairs above.
“I’m pretty sure that’s supposed to happen,” Arizona answered in a hoarse whisper. A hundred years might have passed since the last time she’d had sex, but this part she was definitely remembering.
That made Callie chuckle. She nipped at the side of Arizona’s chin before stifling any more commentary with a passionate kiss. Her fingers were soaked with her lover’s essence as she finally drew upward to press into her clit, causing the blonde to jerk beneath her. She pinched the nerve bundle carefully between her thumb and middle finger, massaging it back and forth, causing Arizona to squirm.
“Fuck,” Arizona gasped, breaking apart with a harsh breath.
“Such a dirty mouth,” Callie smirked, suckling at her bottom lip. “I like it.”
“You have no idea,” was about the only response Arizona could manage. She was so far removed from her intimacy issues at that moment that they seemed like part of another life all together. All she wanted was to feel the sweet release she had been denying herself for so long, and she wanted Callie to be the one to give it to her.
“Feeling good?” Callie asked, a hint of concern masked within the playful question. She wanted to make sure that they were still on the right track.
“Very,” Arizona murmured. Honest to god, she thought she was going to have to beg for penetration if it were to happen any time soon. By the time Callie took mercy on her and entered in one swift movement, she was vibrating with need.
Callie openly growled at how hot and wet Arizona felt as she clenched tightly around the single digit. She moved it back and forth, just enough to ease her up before pushing in with a second, simultaneously making sure to leave her mark along the side of Arizona’s neck.
Arizona’s response was to bite down against the shell of Callie’s ear and spread her legs open wider, allowing the brunette to settle more comfortably between them. Her eyes drifted closed as Callie pumped her fingers in a steady rhythm, scissoring them inside of her and making sure she felt each and every stroke.
She was unable to contain the whimper that escaped as Callie pushed a thumb into her clit, moving it in slow, hard circles, matching the rhythm of her fingers and causing her pussy to contract hard around them.
Callie’s chest heaved for breath as she rocked her hips forward, digging her thigh into the back of her hand in an effort to gain more leverage. Arizona’s body was slick with sweat beneath her, and suddenly all she wanted to do was take her into her mouth.
So she placed one more kiss along Arizona’s jaw before forcing herself to tear away, withdrawing the fingers from between her legs. Arizona actually growled in protest, shooting her an aggravated look that made Callie smile. She hooked a set of fingers into the waist line of the remaining pajama shorts and panties, then pulled the set down the sexiest pair of legs she had ever seen.
Arizona lay still as Callie threw back the covers that were threatening to get in their way. She felt a stab of self-consciousness as the sight of her mangled leg was exposed, although by now her girlfriend had examined it so many times that it didn’t hold quite the power over her that it used to. Besides, she was way too horny to give a crap about what she looked like right now. A shiver rolled down her back as the cool air of the room tightened her already straining nipples.
For all of Callie’s patience leading up to this moment, she ran out as soon as the scent of Arizona’s arousal hit her full force. Mouth watering, she descended with a hasty groan, throwing the blonde’s left leg over her shoulder and taking a long, dragged out swipe of her pussy with her tongue.
Arizona immediately bucked her hips into Callie’s mouth, pushing her fingers deeply into curls of dark hair as she urged for more contact. Her injured leg flopped uselessly to the side as she opened herself up and arched her back when some attention was finally granted to her aching clit.
Callie bathed the sensitive nub with her tongue before she worked it between Arizona’s folds, sucking on the distended flesh before dipping down to swipe at her entrance. It earned another sharp jab of the blonde’s hips into her face and she took the hint. Her mouth moved back up to suck on Arizona’s clit while using her thumb to rub small, pressurized circles around her opening without giving her the satisfaction of any penetration - yet.
“Calliope,” Arizona growled, jerking a thigh against the side of her head as she moaned in frustration.
Never, in all of her years, had Callie heard her full name spoken with so much passion before. It was probably the first time she really loved hearing it out loud; until now it had been sort of a begrudging allowance on her part, only because Arizona could make anything sound good. Now she planned to spend the next few decades making her moan it on a nightly basis.
Callie retracted her thumb and sunk two fingers inside, and Arizona knew she couldn’t handle a lot more before reaching her ever-elusive orgasm. She had been so plagued with personal insecurities that even her own hand hadn’t been enough to satisfy any semblance of a craving she’d had for sexual release over the last few months. The fact that it had been so long, and that Callie’s tongue was relentlessly coaxing her clit out of hiding, combined to ensure that it wouldn’t take much longer. Rather than feel embarrassed about it, she leaned into the sensation and closed her eyes as she lost herself in the build up.
Callie curled her fingers and thrust deeply against Arizona’s inner walls, sucking on her clit and flicking it with her tongue. The hand in her hair tightened and gave a sharp tug of approval. Arizona was fighting for breath, releasing a steady stream of moans that only served to make Callie work harder, faster. Hearing her girlfriend in the throws of passion left an uncomfortable ache between her own legs, causing the one article of clothing left on her body to feel a thousand times tighter than it should have.
Arizona arched her back and bucked her hips, finally reaching a crescendo. The orgasm swept through her with a crippling intensity and she clamped down with both legs, drawing Callie in even deeper. She couldn’t seem to stop shaking as the pressure on her clit refused to ease up.
Callie grunted as her girlfriend’s walls contracted hard around her fingers, her arousal spilling out around them and coating her chin. The sharp cry of ecstasy from above kept her from moving her mouth away too soon, determined to ride out the waves with Arizona before she claimed her reward.
It was only when Arizona’s entire body went limp, completely spent, that Callie carefully withdrew her fingers and replaced them with her tongue. She lapped up any remnants of the orgasm, groaning at the sweet taste as it burst over her tongue. Both hands gripped the thighs surrounding her head and held them there as she licked Arizona clean, enjoying the occasional twitch or shudder that the residual contract caused.
Arizona held out as long as she could but eventually she had to cry mercy, giving a reluctant push to Callie’s shoulder as she drew her hips away from the hungry mouth. Callie gave chase, stealing one last lick before moving up her body, pausing to wipe her chin on the sheets.
With a happy groan, Callie nuzzled into the crook of Arizona’s neck and planted a wet kiss against her skin. This whole thing had left her feeling like she was on fire; the kind that only somebody else’s hand (or a really cold shower) could take care of.
“There are two you right now,” Arizona croaked, tangling her fingers in dark hair as she drew Callie in.
Callie grunted into the kiss, settling her weight to the right of Arizona while planting a forearm on either side of her body. “Lucky you,” she murmured in return, earning herself a playful swat to the behind. She flexed her hips, uncomfortably aware of how soaked her underwear was as she tried to squash down her own libido. By no means was she about to force Arizona to reciprocate, but if that wasn’t ready to happen yet, then she needed to spend some quality alone time in the bathroom.
Thankfully, Arizona answered that question without being asked. While she was still catching her breath, a hand found its way between Callie’s legs and cupped her sex through the thin material. Callie grunted in surprise.
“You must be so hot in these,” Arizona murmured, nibbling on her girlfriend’s bottom lip.
Callie tried not to let her eyes roll as far back into her head as they wanted to. “Y-you don’t have to,” she stammered in return, nearly swallowing her own tongue when Arizona squeezed the fingers into the crotch of her panties, dragging them forward in a torturously slow movement.
“I don’t?” Arizona replied coyly, all signs of her previous hesitancy now completely gone. She leaned up and breathed hotly into Callie’s ear. “But I’ve been wanting to taste you for months now.”
Oh sweet jesus. Arizona Robbins talked dirty during sex. Callie nearly came just from that realization alone.
“D’uhm,” she stammered, blinking a few times in an attempt to keep herself focused. “I, uh - s-sure.”
“Sure?” Arizona echoed. She pulled back with a pout, though her fingers never let up with their relentless stroking. They pushed aside the material of Callie’s panties and buried themselves between her slick folds, sweeping them downward with a hard rub. “I think we can do better than that.”
Callie let out a pathetic whimper and dropped her face into the pillow. “Okay.”
Smirking, Arizona immediately withdrew her hand and gave Callie’s belly a firm push, forcing her to roll off to the side. She followed through with the movement and immediately closed her mouth around an erect nipple, bathing it in a warm lick.
Callie had fucked the tentativeness right out of her. Now all she wanted to do was get a taste in return.
“Y-your leg,” Callie stuttered, lifting her head and peering down the length of Arizona’s body. She was temporarily sidetracked by the ridiculously sexy ass exposed to her line of sight, but she was concerned about the toll such a playful tangle in the sheets might take on her girlfriend’s injuries.
“I think I was more in danger of accidentally hurting myself about thirty seconds ago when your head was buried between my thighs,” Arizona pointed out, flicking Callie’s breast with her tongue before moving further down her stomach. She definitely had to be aware of how her leg factored into each movement, but so far she was pleased with her mobility at a horizontal angle. This felt a thousand times more efficient than when she was stumbling around the room on a pair of crutches. Callie would be lucky if she ever got to wear clothes again from here on out.
A little voice in the back of Callie’s mind refused to let up with the guilt trip. “Arizona,” she groaned, gently touching her shoulder and urging her to look up. “Really, y-you don’t…I mean, I’ll be okay if you don’t want to.”
Pursing her lips, Arizona released a heavy sigh before back moving up the bed. She had to be careful how she set weight on her right knee, but she managed to straddle her girlfriend’s waist before reaching down to take both of her wrists.
“Calliope,” she stated, pinning them above her head as she fixed her with a stern glare. “I love that you’re so careful with me. I love how much you care about my feelings and it means everything that you put my wellbeing ahead of your own pleasure. So please, don’t take this the wrong way, but…shut up and let me take your pants off.”
Callie’s mouth quirked up into a surprised smile. “Or else?”
Rolling her eyes, Arizona lowered herself to steal a brief kiss. “No ‘or else’. Only my way.”
Callie let out a dramatic sigh. “Mm. Okay then.”
“Good.” Arizona planted a kiss on her lips before moving back and tugging the last article of clothing away.
The moment her underwear left her body, Callie groaned in relief. “Thank god,” she sighed as her girlfriend’s nimble fingers took their place.
“You are so sexy,” Arizona murmured as she nipped at Callie’s hip. She had been given far less time to explore than she normally would have liked, but right now she only had one other concern on her mind.
Pushing her hair back over her shoulder, she settled between Callie’s legs, spreading her open and diving in with her tongue. Muscled thighs flexed against either side of her head before she forced them apart again.
Callie had always considered Arizona to be a woman of many talents, but she hadn’t counted on pleasuring a lady as being right at the top of that list. Not that she had ever doubted whether Arizona was good at sex, but up until now, it had felt disrespectful to spend too much time thinking about it. Not when the other woman clearly wasn’t ready to visit the issue of intimacy.
Now, however, Callie’s suspicions were way more than confirmed. Arizona devoured her with her mouth, letting her tongue do all of the talking, and worshipped her in a way that she hadn’t thought possible in the simple missionary position. She also seemed to sense the urgency Callie was feeling and made no effort to tease her. They both knew she might explode if she didn’t get some sort of relief very soon.
Arizona dipped her tongue inside her girlfriend, releasing a muffled groan as her natural flavour flooded her mouth. She let the hand tangled in her hair guide her to where she was most wanted, only breaking contact when she needed to breathe. The heady scent of her partner’s arousal made her mouth water, and it wasn’t much longer before she found her way back to Callie’s clit, making up for the loss of pressure by rubbing the backs of her knuckles up and down the length of her sex.
Callie cried out when Arizona sucked on her clit, laving it with smooth, never-ending licks. It took all of the self-control she had left to clamp down on the pillow with her fist and not in Arizona’s hair. She didn’t want to do too much forcing here; she was content to let Arizona be in control as much as she could manage.
The need for more physical contract was starting to get to her, though. She groped blindly for Arizona’s free hand, only to have it thrust into her own before she had to think twice.
Arizona squeezed the fingers laced with hers, swiping a thumb along the side of Callie’s knuckle. There were no words to describe how much she loved each flex and tug around them as she ravished Callie with her tongue, able to feel what she liked most and repeat it over and over again to get the same reactions.
Just when Callie thought she was going to explode, Arizona’s mouth vanished from between her legs and she crashed up the length of her body, crushing their lips together in a bruising kiss. Then there were fingers inside of her once more and Callie lost all ability to form a coherent thought.
She panted into the kiss, missing the hot breath against her pussy but infinitely grateful that she got to wrap herself around the blonde’s body instead. She was guilty of leaving a scratch mark or two as her nails dug deeper into the heated flesh along Arizona’s lower back.
Arizona forced her eyes to stay open so she could watch every bit of ecstasy flash across Callie’s face. She let her set the pace as she rocked forward with each motion of her hand and hips, hissing when Callie’s nails suddenly bit into her ass, leaving little half-moons behind that she could look fondly upon later that day.
“Callie,” she groaned breathlessly, burrowing into the nape of her partner’s neck and inhaling her scent as their bodies ground together, a tangled mesh of skin-on-skin.
As soon as Arizona’s thumb started to rapidly work her clit, Callie lost all control in the matter. She swore loudly and arched her back, hooking her right leg over Arizona’s hip and pulling her closer.
“Fuck!”
Arizona growled at the raw desire in Callie’s voice. She could feel her inner muscles tighten around each finger and a hard contraction roll through as the orgasm finally tipped her over the edge. She pumped her fingers as deeply and swiftly as she could manage with her arm still squashed between them, stimulating Callie’s clit with her thumb until hypersensitivity forced her to jerk away.
When Callie’s rigid form went completely limp, Arizona collapsed from exhaustion, out of breath and feeling as though she had just run a lengthy marathon. Her arm remained wedged between their bodies, fingers still buried to the hilt inside of Callie’s liquid heat, enjoying the sensation of closeness.
Callie lolled her head to the side, staring blankly at the ceiling above as stars and fireworks played out in front of her vision. If she’d had the mental capacity left to think straight, she would have been completely blown away by how hard Arizona had just made her come - the woman had just about fucked her stupid.
Arizona nuzzled into her neck, planting a kiss there as she waited for Callie to regain her senses. She felt more sated than she had in years as Callie rolled onto her side and hugged her closely.
They spent a few moments exchanging soft kisses, waiting until they both regained higher brain function. Arizona might have even dozed off for a moment or two, relaxing with her forehead pressed lightly into her partner’s.
“That was amazing,” Callie murmured, her voice crackling with exhaustion.
Arizona hummed in agreement. “Really amazing.”
“Want to do it again?”
Chuckling, Arizona peeled an eye open to fix her with a coy stare. “Sure. But you have to get me an energy drink from the fridge first.”
Callie groaned at the notion of having to get out of bed. “Maybe later,” she admitted sheepishly.
Arizona reached down and pulled the sheet back over them before they could get cold. Her eyelids were already drooping. “I think we broke just about every rule we ever made,” she pointed out, not sounding in the least bit sorry for it.
“Rules are stupid,” Callie said, caressing a hand along Arizona’s back. “We should burn them.”
“If that means I get to see you naked more often, then you’ve got my vote,” Arizona said with a growing smile.
“First thing tomorrow morning, we destroy that god awful piece of paper.” Callie knew full well that neither of them were in any shape to leave the bedroom right now.
“I think technically it is morning.”
Callie craned her neck around and squinted at the alarm clock. “Damn. I never thought five-a.m sex could be so good.”
Laughing, Arizona shifted closer and curled up against her side. “I’m too tired to get up,” she whined, using Callie’s shoulder as a pillow instead.
“Me too.” Callie smiled into Arizona’s hair, curling a protective arm around her back and absently stroking her bicep. “Maybe we should try and get some rest.”
“M’kay,” Arizona mumbled, losing the battle to remain coherent. It took less than a minute for her body to succumb to the tantalizing seduction of sleep, all of her energy resources one-hundred percent depleted.
Callie rested comfortably against the pillows, listening to her girlfriend’s shallow breathing as the rain started to fall more heavily against the window.
Today was definitely a stay-in-bed kind of day if she did say so herself.
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