I Do, For You, Forever
Title: I Do, For You, Forever (1/?)
Pairing: Calzona.
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not Mine, still.
Summary: Callie and Arizona are on their honeymoon in Hawaii! Enjoying each other and the fact that they're now married, reminiscing about their proposal and wedding day.
A/N: This follows the You Picked Me AU, but can be read as standalone.
A/NII: Thanks again to clanket for the mad Betaing skills.
Callie stretched her arms underneath the mountain of ridiculously overstuffed feather pillows on the massive bed. She could hear the waves lapping at the shore and the faint sound of Arizona talking to someone, probably on the phone. Closing her eyes again, the brunette grinned stupidly to herself. She physically ached from all of the activities that continued well into the morning hours, glad that Arizona convinced her to upgrade to a beach condo instead of just a hotel so they could be as loud as they wanted.
Just as she was drifting off, she felt Arizona sweep back the duvet and settle in beside her, as naked as she was when they fell asleep sometime around 7:00 a.m.
“What time is it?” Callie rasped, gratefully accepting Arizona’s embrace.
“Sometime after noon,” Arizona mumbled, pressing her lips against Callie’s shoulder, noticing the faint scratches from the night before, or morning-there was really no telling.
“Mm, we can’t spend our entire honeymoon having sex and napping, we do that on our days off.”
Arizona’s fingertips wandered idly over Callie’s hip, across the spaces her nails bit into last night, to her thighs smattered with love bites and across the smooth curvature of her ass.
“Are you listening to me?” Callie pressed.
“Sorry, you’re naked.” Arizona answered, as if this was a reasonable excuse to only half listen. It kind of was.
Callie giggled, actually giggled, and slid her hand over Arizona’s, lacing their fingers together. She could feel the new piece of jewellery, the smoothness of the platinum band around her finger, the slight catch of the diamond still something she was getting used to feeling against her skin.
“I can’t believe we’re married,” the brunette whispered. “And in Hawaii.”
“Believe it, Calliope. You are Mrs. Robbins-Torres for the rest of your natural life.”
“I still don’t understand what was wrong with Torres-Robbins or just Torres for that matter. Arizona Torres sounds really sexy, actually.”
“Kinda porny.”
Callie gasped.
“But we decided on Robbins-Torres because ‘R’ comes before ‘T’ and it just makes logical sense.”
“To someone with OCD, definitely,” Callie smirked.
Arizona laughed and gently rolled Callie onto her back, studying the way her hair fanned out across the stark white sheets, smeared slightly with the makeup that had been professionally applied the night before and then worked off in hours of sweet, sweaty consummation.
Reaching up to comfortably rest her hands against Arizona’s hips, swiping her thumb across that faded pink butterfly tattoo on the left, Callie smiled. The blonde stared down into those pretty chocolate eyes; the ones that had filled with tears earlier this morning after the umpteenth time of love making, holding her close while she wept into her hair. She was happy, not sad; whole, not broken. She was home.
A knock at the door made Callie groan, but Arizona smirked wickedly.
“Room service!” the voice bellowed.
“Room service?” Callie whispered. “I thought this was a condo.”
“You underestimate me,” Arizona said with a triumphant little laugh, dimples flashing as she pulled on a discarded robe from the floor, grabbing her wallet from the bedside table on her way.
Callie watched from the bed as Arizona opened the door just enough to fit the tray in and pay the man so that her semi-nakedness wasn’t accidentally stumbled upon. That Arizona - so respectful.
Locking the door behind her, Arizona brought the lidded silver platter into the room, urging Callie to sit up. The brunette did so, tucking the bed sheet under her arms, not minding that her back was exposed. Those scratches probably could use some air. They did get a little into it last night.
“What’s this?” Callie asked as Arizona settled in front of her on the bed.
“Breakfast,” Arizona murmured, lifting the lid.
Callie’s eyes widened. Sitting on the tray was a variety of cut fruit: mangos, papayas, pineapples and strawberries along with an ornate little bowl of fluffy whipped cream.
“Look at you scoring wife points. You know pineapple’s my favorite,” Callie grinned as she went to reach for a piece of the tangy fruit.
Arizona gently slapped at her hand and Callie met her gaze curiously.
Taking the piece of fruit that Callie wanted, Arizona dipped it into the whipped cream and held it out for her. The brunette, all bed-headed and smiling, leaned in, letting Arizona feed her.
There was something sexy about the bite of the pineapple, subdued by the cream, Arizona’s eyes watching intently as she bit her own lip.
“I think you’re kinda insatiable,” Callie murmured after she’d finished the small piece of fruit.
“Just crazy about you, Calliope Robbins-Torres.”
Callie grabbed hold of Arizona’s hand, spotting a bit of whipped cream on her thumb. She drew the digit into her mouth, lavishing the tip of the woman’s finger with her tongue, enjoying the gasp she heard afterward.
Following the blonde’s lead, Callie dipped a strawberry into the whipped cream and held it out with one hand as she cupped underneath Arizona’s chin with the other. Pearly whites bit into the berry, giving off a little appreciative moan afterward. A pang of arousal shot through the brunette, who wasted no time in sealing the space between their lips.
One innocent kiss turned into something more passionate as tongues met to taste the sweetness of the fruit.
Arizona moved the tray to the floor in one fluid sweep, listening as some of the fruit fell onto the floor. So maybe her plans of a somewhat nutritious breakfast were foiled, but with Callie dropping the sheet and pulling her down on top of her naked body-who really cared?
Not Arizona Robbins-Torres.
“Just touch me, Arizona,” Callie begged and Arizona wasn’t one to complain, bringing a hand between their bodies, pushing two fingers inside of her easier than she thought she would be able to.
“Oh, god,” Arizona groaned, sucking in a breath at the feeling of wet heat surrounding her fingers, how Callie already started rolling her hips.
“Fuck,” Callie gasped. “Don’t stop-harder.”
Arizona complied, shifting so Callie could wrap her legs around her, forcing her deeper. This woman was going to be the death of her. And such a sexy, sexy death it would be. Callie gasped, clawing at Arizona’s shoulders. The blonde pushed even further into her wife, using her hips to back her motions. With her free hand, she reached beside the bed, dipping her fingertips into the little bowl of whipped cream, bringing the hand up to wipe the sweetness onto Callie’s nipple.
Realizing what was happening, Callie moaned when she felt Arizona’s lips close in on the hardened peak, tongue flicking and flattening against it, making sure to get all of the stickiness off.
“Mm, more,” Callie begged and Arizona reached down to transfer the little bowl from the floor to the nightstand for easier access.
Using her forefinger, Arizona dragged more of the sugary treat in between Callie’s breasts. When the brunette arched forward, her wife’s tongue slid along the expanse of skin, making sure not to waste a drop, all the while continuing her motions inside of the Latina, deep and quick, just like she knew Callie loved.
“God, you’re so sexy,” Callie gasped, hands tangling in Arizona’s hair.
The blonde smiled. She knew she was sexy, but it was the brunette’s fault. Something about making love to her brought this out in her, this bold streak. She wanted Calliope in any way she could take her.
Shimmying lower and stilling her fingers, Arizona painted a line just below Callie’s bellybutton, licking it off just as quickly as she’d put it there. She spent a little extra time peppering the soft, golden skin with hot, open-mouthed kisses. Repeating the action, she spread some of the dessert over Callie’s hip, teeth grazing against the taut skin, working herself up by revisiting all the spots where the bruises lay from last night.
“Mm, can’t wait ‘til we go to the beach and see your sexy self in a bikini,” Arizona mumbled distractedly, gathering more whipped cream as she parted Callie’s legs.
Callie gasped, watching as Arizona spread the topping over her inner thigh. The blonde pulled back, grinning at her before lowering her head to clean up the mess. Arizona kept her eyes trained on those hazy browns, licking with agonizing slowness, making sure to angle closer to her wife’s desire. She moved her head inward like she was going to give in to Callie’s need, but then pulled back, swiping whipped cream against the other thigh as well.
“Please,” Callie begged, moaning at the teeth grazing the hypersensitive skin of her inner thigh.
Arizona smiled, fingers slipping out, before she lowered her mouth, tongue sliding down to Callie’s entrance, tasting the wealth of arousal she found there.
“Fuck,” the brunette hissed. “Please.”
The plea drove Arizona even crazier than the intoxicating taste of Callie and whipped cream. Her tongue continued, sliding upward to press and swirl against Callie’s clit, groaning at the taste. Moans vibrated against the Latina’s sex as Arizona continued, unable to get enough of her. Wrapping both arms around those strong thighs, she pulled her closer, legs fitting over her shoulders.
“Close,” Callie promised, squeezing her thighs around Arizona’s head.
But God, Arizona wasn’t ready for this to be over. That still sweet taste of the cream mixed with the naturally intoxicating taste of her wife was cause enough to slow down, tongue flattening and stroking against Callie’s clit in languid motions.
“What are…you doing?”
“Enjoying you,” Arizona murmured. “You taste amazing.”
Callie hissed a breath at the raspy tone.
Arizona tilted her head forward again, this time adding two fingers as her tongue lazily swirled around Callie’s sensitive bundle of nerves. She could feel Callie’s hips rising to meet her equally gentle thrusts, frustration evident in the huffs and soft moans coming from the other woman. All of it was just turning Arizona on and she could feel herself aching for Callie’s touch.
Callie, tired of begging, grabbed Arizona’s untamed curls and tugged, pulling her closer. The blonde got the hint, speeding up her ministrations, tongue gaining more of a steady rhythm while fingers worked up to a less than gentle pace. The brunette had been through the wringer: on her back, on her belly, on her knees-all night long-and it didn’t take much for her to feel that familiar tingle in her belly.
Gripping the sheets with her free hand, Callie was rocked by her orgasm, unable to inhale enough air to properly moan her wife’s name, who continued to fuck her, slowing her fingers through the last of the orgasm. Arizona looked up, cheekily wiping her mouth and clamoring up next to the brunette to pull her into her arms.
“Mm,” Callie moaned appreciatively, resting her head against Arizona’s chest, pressing a kiss against warm skin.
“Hi,” Arizona whispered, making Callie tighten her hold, arms moving around the blonde as she snuggled.
“You’re really good at that.”
“I’ve had a lot of practice.”
Callie playfully swatted her arm.
“I meant with you, Calliope!” Arizona smirked, kissing the brunette’s forehead.
“Oh. Well, then that’s a perfectly acceptable answer.”
“I know,” the blonde grinned, dimpling.
“I’m sticky.”
Arizona snorted a little.
“You’re such a pervert.”
“You certainly don’t seem to mind.”
Callie rolled her eyes and nuzzled her face into the crook of Arizona’s neck. She could smell the faint scent of perfume-her perfume - which was kind of sexy.
“I can’t believe we’re married. It seems like five minutes ago I was just saying yes to your proposal.”
Arizona groaned, “Do we have to bring that up?”
Chuckling, the brunette passed a hand through Arizona’s curls. “Um, yes.”
“Oh come on, Calliope.”
“What? It was cute, and kind of hilarious.”
Arizona sighed.
---
Callie sat expectantly in her living room, wondering where the hell Arizona was and why she was so astronomically late. The blonde was never late and now Callie was torn between wondering if she was tied up in a surgery or lying in a ditch somewhere.
Her phone buzzed and she checked the Blackberry in her palm, reading the message.
Sry late. Don’t be mad. Love u.
Sighing, the brunette resisted the urge to say, “So late you forgot half the letters to those words,” but instead settled on that telling:
K.
Did you just ‘k’ me?
Callie rolled her eyes, tempted to bury her phone into the pocket of her coat.
I’m annoyed. I’ve been waiting for an hour and a half.
I’m sorry. It’s my car acting up again. I just left my place. I’ll be there in a few minutes.
Callie was cursing in Spanish. If Arizona hadn’t been so god damned stubborn and actually taken her car in to get that check engine light mystery solved then this could have been avoided. To top it all off, Callie was voraciously hungry, having only eaten a handful of Cheez-Its today knowing she and Arizona had plans to get sushi.
Also, “a few minutes?” Arizona’s place was about twenty minutes away. Callie plucked an apple from the fruit bowl and a half-full bottle of wine from the counter. Taking out the stopper, she took a big gulp straight from the bottle, washing the taste down with an enormous bite from the fruit. Stupid girls and their stupid tardiness and her stupid hungriness.
Apple finished, wine mostly depleted, Callie’s attention turned from studying the bottle’s label to the sound of her phone chiming annoyingly. Well, usually it wasn’t that annoying, but today was an exception.
She looked down at the caller ID. That goofy photo of Arizona wearing her sunglasses and that stupid pink hat flashed on the screen.
“Hello,” Callie said flatly.
“Okay, can you come down here? My car’s doing really funny things.”
So, she wasn’t even going to come to the door? Some date night this was turning out to be.
“Fine. Be right down.”
“Callie don-“
Too late. Phone was off.
Callie made it outside at a leisurely pace. What usually took her five minutes, maximum, somehow dragged out to be around ten. She spotted Arizona standing by her car across the street, trying to pry the hood of the Jeep open to no avail.
“You know you have to release the lever on the inside, right?” Callie scoffed.
“I knew I loved you for a reason, my car savvy, beautiful girlfriend.” Arizona grinned, walking over to where Callie stood with her arms folded across her leather jacket-clad chest.
“No. I’m hungry. And you texted me an hour and a half after you were supposed to pick me up to tell me you were late. Why didn’t you just call? We could have ordered pizza! Or I could have come to your house.” Quietly, she added, “I was starting to worry.”
Arizona sighed. “I was trying to figure out this car situation, okay?”
“Arizona, you trying to figure out anything to do with a car is like… well, you trying to figure out anything to do with a car!”
“Rude!” Arizona gasped. “Would you just calm down? I called the mechanic; they can take me on Thursday.”
“Fine.”
“Now would you just stop for a second and look at this hood so we can go?” Arizona huffed.
Callie rolled her eyes and opened the driver’s side door. “Stand back, you know how weird your hood is and basically flies open. I don’t want you chipping another tooth.”
Arizona sighed. “You promised you’d never bring that up again.”
“You promised me sushi at seven, here it is almost nine o’clock.”
“Impossible,” Arizona mumbled.
Once the hood was popped, Callie walked back around to look under it, grateful for the street lamp to shine a bit of extra light on the situation.
“Um, it looks fine under here. What exactly is wrong?”
Except Arizona was not looking as calm as she was before. “Oh, no.”
“What? You’ll be fine until Thursday. Can we please go eat?”
“No. We can’t eat Calliope, this is all wrong.”
“Arizona, would you relax? If it’ll make you feel better we can take my car.”
“Stop, seriously.”
At that tone, Callie wrinkled her eyebrows. “Um, what?”
“I lost something really important. Under the hood of my car.”
“No, your car would be doing something worse than just ‘funny stuff’ if you lost something vital, like smoking or making awful noises.”
Arizona looked over to Callie, eyes welling with tears. “This is serious.”
Resisting the urge to roll her eyes, Callie reached into her pocket for her phone. “We’ll call Triple A?”
“No!” Arizona sniffled. “They can’t help us now.”
“Okay, Arizona. Look, it’s not the apocalypse -”
“Stop, you don’t have the answer for everything all the time!”
Callie recoiled, realizing Arizona was truly upset. “Baby, you need to tell me what’s wrong. I can’t help if I don’t know.”
“Y-your,” Arizona trailed off.
“My?”
“This is not how this was supposed to happen,” Arizona grumbled, kicking the fender of her car so that it rocked slightly on its shocks.
With that, something dislodged and fell onto the street near the passenger side door.
“Uh, now we definitely need to call Triple A,” Callie said as she went to look for the missing car part, crouching down to get a better look at it lying on the damp street. It was so small that she didn’t recognize it at first. It looked almost like a - a box.
A jewellery box.
Arizona scurried over and retrieved the tiny black container off of the road before the brunette had time to pick it up, wiping her eyes and then the box. Callie was torn between throwing her arms around her girlfriend and bawling.
“Damn it, Callie,” Arizona sighed. “I just wanted this to be surprising! And romantic! But, no! Instead it all has to get messed up and you’re hungry and I’m hungry. And I’m late because I was scared you’d say no and so I didn’t know what to do so I just sat there and then I called my dad. And my dad said that you were perfect for me. I mean, I agree, I don’t need my parents telling me who I should marry, but I value their opinion.”
Callie smiled, moving to slide her arms around Arizona, trying to calm her down.
The blonde’s resolve broke and she sniffed back more tears. “I just wanted it to be cute and funny and I just really, really wanted you to say yes.”
Wiping at tears of her own, the brunette closed the space between them with a kiss. “Yes”
“What? Really? You haven’t even seen the ring yet.”
“I don’t care about the ring, Arizona.”
The blonde smiled.
“But can I see it?”
--
Back in bed, Arizona buried her face in the pillow while Callie laughed hysterically, wiping a tear from the corner of her eye. The proposal was so unconventional and more than a little cheesy (even if it hadn’t gone the way Arizona had planned). Never a proponent of conformity, the Latina enjoyed this more than anything. Why Arizona thought a ring box under the grimy hood of a car was romantic was beyond her, but she certainly thought about it every time she took her rings off to scrub in for surgery.
In short, Arizona Robbins-Torres was a goof, but she was her goof.
“Are you finished?” Arizona mumbled as she sighed, turning her face to look at Calliope.
“Sorry, but you have to admit that was really funny.”
“Sorry, that we all can’t be so romantic and awesome when we give our girlfriends their rings.”
Callie grinned triumphantly, “Oh, I am so awesome sometimes.”
Arizona rolled her eyes.
The Latina grinned. “You’re just jealous because my ring-giving went off without a hitch! And you know the sex afterward was some of the best we’ve ever had.”
Again, blue eyes rolled.
“Hilarious,” the blonde huffed, glancing at Callie’s smirking face. “Okay, the sex was really good.”
“Still is,” Callie smiled, leaning over to press a kiss to Arizona’s forehead.
Pairing: Calzona.
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not Mine, still.
Summary: Callie and Arizona are on their honeymoon in Hawaii! Enjoying each other and the fact that they're now married, reminiscing about their proposal and wedding day.
A/N: This follows the You Picked Me AU, but can be read as standalone.
A/NII: Thanks again to clanket for the mad Betaing skills.
Callie stretched her arms underneath the mountain of ridiculously overstuffed feather pillows on the massive bed. She could hear the waves lapping at the shore and the faint sound of Arizona talking to someone, probably on the phone. Closing her eyes again, the brunette grinned stupidly to herself. She physically ached from all of the activities that continued well into the morning hours, glad that Arizona convinced her to upgrade to a beach condo instead of just a hotel so they could be as loud as they wanted.
Just as she was drifting off, she felt Arizona sweep back the duvet and settle in beside her, as naked as she was when they fell asleep sometime around 7:00 a.m.
“What time is it?” Callie rasped, gratefully accepting Arizona’s embrace.
“Sometime after noon,” Arizona mumbled, pressing her lips against Callie’s shoulder, noticing the faint scratches from the night before, or morning-there was really no telling.
“Mm, we can’t spend our entire honeymoon having sex and napping, we do that on our days off.”
Arizona’s fingertips wandered idly over Callie’s hip, across the spaces her nails bit into last night, to her thighs smattered with love bites and across the smooth curvature of her ass.
“Are you listening to me?” Callie pressed.
“Sorry, you’re naked.” Arizona answered, as if this was a reasonable excuse to only half listen. It kind of was.
Callie giggled, actually giggled, and slid her hand over Arizona’s, lacing their fingers together. She could feel the new piece of jewellery, the smoothness of the platinum band around her finger, the slight catch of the diamond still something she was getting used to feeling against her skin.
“I can’t believe we’re married,” the brunette whispered. “And in Hawaii.”
“Believe it, Calliope. You are Mrs. Robbins-Torres for the rest of your natural life.”
“I still don’t understand what was wrong with Torres-Robbins or just Torres for that matter. Arizona Torres sounds really sexy, actually.”
“Kinda porny.”
Callie gasped.
“But we decided on Robbins-Torres because ‘R’ comes before ‘T’ and it just makes logical sense.”
“To someone with OCD, definitely,” Callie smirked.
Arizona laughed and gently rolled Callie onto her back, studying the way her hair fanned out across the stark white sheets, smeared slightly with the makeup that had been professionally applied the night before and then worked off in hours of sweet, sweaty consummation.
Reaching up to comfortably rest her hands against Arizona’s hips, swiping her thumb across that faded pink butterfly tattoo on the left, Callie smiled. The blonde stared down into those pretty chocolate eyes; the ones that had filled with tears earlier this morning after the umpteenth time of love making, holding her close while she wept into her hair. She was happy, not sad; whole, not broken. She was home.
A knock at the door made Callie groan, but Arizona smirked wickedly.
“Room service!” the voice bellowed.
“Room service?” Callie whispered. “I thought this was a condo.”
“You underestimate me,” Arizona said with a triumphant little laugh, dimples flashing as she pulled on a discarded robe from the floor, grabbing her wallet from the bedside table on her way.
Callie watched from the bed as Arizona opened the door just enough to fit the tray in and pay the man so that her semi-nakedness wasn’t accidentally stumbled upon. That Arizona - so respectful.
Locking the door behind her, Arizona brought the lidded silver platter into the room, urging Callie to sit up. The brunette did so, tucking the bed sheet under her arms, not minding that her back was exposed. Those scratches probably could use some air. They did get a little into it last night.
“What’s this?” Callie asked as Arizona settled in front of her on the bed.
“Breakfast,” Arizona murmured, lifting the lid.
Callie’s eyes widened. Sitting on the tray was a variety of cut fruit: mangos, papayas, pineapples and strawberries along with an ornate little bowl of fluffy whipped cream.
“Look at you scoring wife points. You know pineapple’s my favorite,” Callie grinned as she went to reach for a piece of the tangy fruit.
Arizona gently slapped at her hand and Callie met her gaze curiously.
Taking the piece of fruit that Callie wanted, Arizona dipped it into the whipped cream and held it out for her. The brunette, all bed-headed and smiling, leaned in, letting Arizona feed her.
There was something sexy about the bite of the pineapple, subdued by the cream, Arizona’s eyes watching intently as she bit her own lip.
“I think you’re kinda insatiable,” Callie murmured after she’d finished the small piece of fruit.
“Just crazy about you, Calliope Robbins-Torres.”
Callie grabbed hold of Arizona’s hand, spotting a bit of whipped cream on her thumb. She drew the digit into her mouth, lavishing the tip of the woman’s finger with her tongue, enjoying the gasp she heard afterward.
Following the blonde’s lead, Callie dipped a strawberry into the whipped cream and held it out with one hand as she cupped underneath Arizona’s chin with the other. Pearly whites bit into the berry, giving off a little appreciative moan afterward. A pang of arousal shot through the brunette, who wasted no time in sealing the space between their lips.
One innocent kiss turned into something more passionate as tongues met to taste the sweetness of the fruit.
Arizona moved the tray to the floor in one fluid sweep, listening as some of the fruit fell onto the floor. So maybe her plans of a somewhat nutritious breakfast were foiled, but with Callie dropping the sheet and pulling her down on top of her naked body-who really cared?
Not Arizona Robbins-Torres.
“Just touch me, Arizona,” Callie begged and Arizona wasn’t one to complain, bringing a hand between their bodies, pushing two fingers inside of her easier than she thought she would be able to.
“Oh, god,” Arizona groaned, sucking in a breath at the feeling of wet heat surrounding her fingers, how Callie already started rolling her hips.
“Fuck,” Callie gasped. “Don’t stop-harder.”
Arizona complied, shifting so Callie could wrap her legs around her, forcing her deeper. This woman was going to be the death of her. And such a sexy, sexy death it would be. Callie gasped, clawing at Arizona’s shoulders. The blonde pushed even further into her wife, using her hips to back her motions. With her free hand, she reached beside the bed, dipping her fingertips into the little bowl of whipped cream, bringing the hand up to wipe the sweetness onto Callie’s nipple.
Realizing what was happening, Callie moaned when she felt Arizona’s lips close in on the hardened peak, tongue flicking and flattening against it, making sure to get all of the stickiness off.
“Mm, more,” Callie begged and Arizona reached down to transfer the little bowl from the floor to the nightstand for easier access.
Using her forefinger, Arizona dragged more of the sugary treat in between Callie’s breasts. When the brunette arched forward, her wife’s tongue slid along the expanse of skin, making sure not to waste a drop, all the while continuing her motions inside of the Latina, deep and quick, just like she knew Callie loved.
“God, you’re so sexy,” Callie gasped, hands tangling in Arizona’s hair.
The blonde smiled. She knew she was sexy, but it was the brunette’s fault. Something about making love to her brought this out in her, this bold streak. She wanted Calliope in any way she could take her.
Shimmying lower and stilling her fingers, Arizona painted a line just below Callie’s bellybutton, licking it off just as quickly as she’d put it there. She spent a little extra time peppering the soft, golden skin with hot, open-mouthed kisses. Repeating the action, she spread some of the dessert over Callie’s hip, teeth grazing against the taut skin, working herself up by revisiting all the spots where the bruises lay from last night.
“Mm, can’t wait ‘til we go to the beach and see your sexy self in a bikini,” Arizona mumbled distractedly, gathering more whipped cream as she parted Callie’s legs.
Callie gasped, watching as Arizona spread the topping over her inner thigh. The blonde pulled back, grinning at her before lowering her head to clean up the mess. Arizona kept her eyes trained on those hazy browns, licking with agonizing slowness, making sure to angle closer to her wife’s desire. She moved her head inward like she was going to give in to Callie’s need, but then pulled back, swiping whipped cream against the other thigh as well.
“Please,” Callie begged, moaning at the teeth grazing the hypersensitive skin of her inner thigh.
Arizona smiled, fingers slipping out, before she lowered her mouth, tongue sliding down to Callie’s entrance, tasting the wealth of arousal she found there.
“Fuck,” the brunette hissed. “Please.”
The plea drove Arizona even crazier than the intoxicating taste of Callie and whipped cream. Her tongue continued, sliding upward to press and swirl against Callie’s clit, groaning at the taste. Moans vibrated against the Latina’s sex as Arizona continued, unable to get enough of her. Wrapping both arms around those strong thighs, she pulled her closer, legs fitting over her shoulders.
“Close,” Callie promised, squeezing her thighs around Arizona’s head.
But God, Arizona wasn’t ready for this to be over. That still sweet taste of the cream mixed with the naturally intoxicating taste of her wife was cause enough to slow down, tongue flattening and stroking against Callie’s clit in languid motions.
“What are…you doing?”
“Enjoying you,” Arizona murmured. “You taste amazing.”
Callie hissed a breath at the raspy tone.
Arizona tilted her head forward again, this time adding two fingers as her tongue lazily swirled around Callie’s sensitive bundle of nerves. She could feel Callie’s hips rising to meet her equally gentle thrusts, frustration evident in the huffs and soft moans coming from the other woman. All of it was just turning Arizona on and she could feel herself aching for Callie’s touch.
Callie, tired of begging, grabbed Arizona’s untamed curls and tugged, pulling her closer. The blonde got the hint, speeding up her ministrations, tongue gaining more of a steady rhythm while fingers worked up to a less than gentle pace. The brunette had been through the wringer: on her back, on her belly, on her knees-all night long-and it didn’t take much for her to feel that familiar tingle in her belly.
Gripping the sheets with her free hand, Callie was rocked by her orgasm, unable to inhale enough air to properly moan her wife’s name, who continued to fuck her, slowing her fingers through the last of the orgasm. Arizona looked up, cheekily wiping her mouth and clamoring up next to the brunette to pull her into her arms.
“Mm,” Callie moaned appreciatively, resting her head against Arizona’s chest, pressing a kiss against warm skin.
“Hi,” Arizona whispered, making Callie tighten her hold, arms moving around the blonde as she snuggled.
“You’re really good at that.”
“I’ve had a lot of practice.”
Callie playfully swatted her arm.
“I meant with you, Calliope!” Arizona smirked, kissing the brunette’s forehead.
“Oh. Well, then that’s a perfectly acceptable answer.”
“I know,” the blonde grinned, dimpling.
“I’m sticky.”
Arizona snorted a little.
“You’re such a pervert.”
“You certainly don’t seem to mind.”
Callie rolled her eyes and nuzzled her face into the crook of Arizona’s neck. She could smell the faint scent of perfume-her perfume - which was kind of sexy.
“I can’t believe we’re married. It seems like five minutes ago I was just saying yes to your proposal.”
Arizona groaned, “Do we have to bring that up?”
Chuckling, the brunette passed a hand through Arizona’s curls. “Um, yes.”
“Oh come on, Calliope.”
“What? It was cute, and kind of hilarious.”
Arizona sighed.
---
Callie sat expectantly in her living room, wondering where the hell Arizona was and why she was so astronomically late. The blonde was never late and now Callie was torn between wondering if she was tied up in a surgery or lying in a ditch somewhere.
Her phone buzzed and she checked the Blackberry in her palm, reading the message.
Sry late. Don’t be mad. Love u.
Sighing, the brunette resisted the urge to say, “So late you forgot half the letters to those words,” but instead settled on that telling:
K.
Did you just ‘k’ me?
Callie rolled her eyes, tempted to bury her phone into the pocket of her coat.
I’m annoyed. I’ve been waiting for an hour and a half.
I’m sorry. It’s my car acting up again. I just left my place. I’ll be there in a few minutes.
Callie was cursing in Spanish. If Arizona hadn’t been so god damned stubborn and actually taken her car in to get that check engine light mystery solved then this could have been avoided. To top it all off, Callie was voraciously hungry, having only eaten a handful of Cheez-Its today knowing she and Arizona had plans to get sushi.
Also, “a few minutes?” Arizona’s place was about twenty minutes away. Callie plucked an apple from the fruit bowl and a half-full bottle of wine from the counter. Taking out the stopper, she took a big gulp straight from the bottle, washing the taste down with an enormous bite from the fruit. Stupid girls and their stupid tardiness and her stupid hungriness.
Apple finished, wine mostly depleted, Callie’s attention turned from studying the bottle’s label to the sound of her phone chiming annoyingly. Well, usually it wasn’t that annoying, but today was an exception.
She looked down at the caller ID. That goofy photo of Arizona wearing her sunglasses and that stupid pink hat flashed on the screen.
“Hello,” Callie said flatly.
“Okay, can you come down here? My car’s doing really funny things.”
So, she wasn’t even going to come to the door? Some date night this was turning out to be.
“Fine. Be right down.”
“Callie don-“
Too late. Phone was off.
Callie made it outside at a leisurely pace. What usually took her five minutes, maximum, somehow dragged out to be around ten. She spotted Arizona standing by her car across the street, trying to pry the hood of the Jeep open to no avail.
“You know you have to release the lever on the inside, right?” Callie scoffed.
“I knew I loved you for a reason, my car savvy, beautiful girlfriend.” Arizona grinned, walking over to where Callie stood with her arms folded across her leather jacket-clad chest.
“No. I’m hungry. And you texted me an hour and a half after you were supposed to pick me up to tell me you were late. Why didn’t you just call? We could have ordered pizza! Or I could have come to your house.” Quietly, she added, “I was starting to worry.”
Arizona sighed. “I was trying to figure out this car situation, okay?”
“Arizona, you trying to figure out anything to do with a car is like… well, you trying to figure out anything to do with a car!”
“Rude!” Arizona gasped. “Would you just calm down? I called the mechanic; they can take me on Thursday.”
“Fine.”
“Now would you just stop for a second and look at this hood so we can go?” Arizona huffed.
Callie rolled her eyes and opened the driver’s side door. “Stand back, you know how weird your hood is and basically flies open. I don’t want you chipping another tooth.”
Arizona sighed. “You promised you’d never bring that up again.”
“You promised me sushi at seven, here it is almost nine o’clock.”
“Impossible,” Arizona mumbled.
Once the hood was popped, Callie walked back around to look under it, grateful for the street lamp to shine a bit of extra light on the situation.
“Um, it looks fine under here. What exactly is wrong?”
Except Arizona was not looking as calm as she was before. “Oh, no.”
“What? You’ll be fine until Thursday. Can we please go eat?”
“No. We can’t eat Calliope, this is all wrong.”
“Arizona, would you relax? If it’ll make you feel better we can take my car.”
“Stop, seriously.”
At that tone, Callie wrinkled her eyebrows. “Um, what?”
“I lost something really important. Under the hood of my car.”
“No, your car would be doing something worse than just ‘funny stuff’ if you lost something vital, like smoking or making awful noises.”
Arizona looked over to Callie, eyes welling with tears. “This is serious.”
Resisting the urge to roll her eyes, Callie reached into her pocket for her phone. “We’ll call Triple A?”
“No!” Arizona sniffled. “They can’t help us now.”
“Okay, Arizona. Look, it’s not the apocalypse -”
“Stop, you don’t have the answer for everything all the time!”
Callie recoiled, realizing Arizona was truly upset. “Baby, you need to tell me what’s wrong. I can’t help if I don’t know.”
“Y-your,” Arizona trailed off.
“My?”
“This is not how this was supposed to happen,” Arizona grumbled, kicking the fender of her car so that it rocked slightly on its shocks.
With that, something dislodged and fell onto the street near the passenger side door.
“Uh, now we definitely need to call Triple A,” Callie said as she went to look for the missing car part, crouching down to get a better look at it lying on the damp street. It was so small that she didn’t recognize it at first. It looked almost like a - a box.
A jewellery box.
Arizona scurried over and retrieved the tiny black container off of the road before the brunette had time to pick it up, wiping her eyes and then the box. Callie was torn between throwing her arms around her girlfriend and bawling.
“Damn it, Callie,” Arizona sighed. “I just wanted this to be surprising! And romantic! But, no! Instead it all has to get messed up and you’re hungry and I’m hungry. And I’m late because I was scared you’d say no and so I didn’t know what to do so I just sat there and then I called my dad. And my dad said that you were perfect for me. I mean, I agree, I don’t need my parents telling me who I should marry, but I value their opinion.”
Callie smiled, moving to slide her arms around Arizona, trying to calm her down.
The blonde’s resolve broke and she sniffed back more tears. “I just wanted it to be cute and funny and I just really, really wanted you to say yes.”
Wiping at tears of her own, the brunette closed the space between them with a kiss. “Yes”
“What? Really? You haven’t even seen the ring yet.”
“I don’t care about the ring, Arizona.”
The blonde smiled.
“But can I see it?”
--
Back in bed, Arizona buried her face in the pillow while Callie laughed hysterically, wiping a tear from the corner of her eye. The proposal was so unconventional and more than a little cheesy (even if it hadn’t gone the way Arizona had planned). Never a proponent of conformity, the Latina enjoyed this more than anything. Why Arizona thought a ring box under the grimy hood of a car was romantic was beyond her, but she certainly thought about it every time she took her rings off to scrub in for surgery.
In short, Arizona Robbins-Torres was a goof, but she was her goof.
“Are you finished?” Arizona mumbled as she sighed, turning her face to look at Calliope.
“Sorry, but you have to admit that was really funny.”
“Sorry, that we all can’t be so romantic and awesome when we give our girlfriends their rings.”
Callie grinned triumphantly, “Oh, I am so awesome sometimes.”
Arizona rolled her eyes.
The Latina grinned. “You’re just jealous because my ring-giving went off without a hitch! And you know the sex afterward was some of the best we’ve ever had.”
Again, blue eyes rolled.
“Hilarious,” the blonde huffed, glancing at Callie’s smirking face. “Okay, the sex was really good.”
“Still is,” Callie smiled, leaning over to press a kiss to Arizona’s forehead.