After Seattle: Chapter Three
Author: t8kmybreathaway
Title: After Seattle
Pairing: Callie/Erica
Rating: NC17
Summary: Just a little fluffy, McSexiness.
Disclaimer: All television shows, movies, books, and other copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for-profit, it constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and are not intended to be libelous, defamatory, or in any way factual.
A/N: I had this posted over at the forum under xxamoursanglant, most of you on lj know me as caddieluver89, changed my lj this is the new one. Reposting stuff. Enjoy.
I am so glad I have the rest of today off, and even gladder that she is at my disposal for the next two days. Thank god for mini vacations. It’s been three hours since she hastily fucked me in the kitchen. We haven’t moved from the bed since then. Right now she’s sleeping in my arms. Her breathing is soft against my neck. Her hand rests splayed against my hip. Her legs tangle with mine.
I can’t imagine anything better than this. I can’t help the smile that spreads across my lips. I feel her thumb brush my hip bone and look down. Her eyes are still shut but she’s smiling as well. I know she’s awake, especially when her lips start to trail kisses down my shoulder. “Mmmm… Hey.” I thread my fingers through her hair. “Are you hungry?”
“I’m always hungry for you.” She purrs against my ear.
I pull her in for a light kiss. “I meant actual food.”
She rests her chin on my chest. “A little. What did you have in mind?”
“Italian?” She grins. “You shower, I’ll order.” I say against her lips. She untangles herself from me and the sheets and I watch her as she walks to the bathroom. Her hips sway to an errant beat, the dimples at the base of her back hold my attention. I smile when I catch her glance over her shoulder. Her hair is tousled and sexy as hell.
I raise myself off the bed and reach for my dark blue silk robe. I pull my long hair from the back and let it lay against my shoulder and neck. I reach for the phone and dial the number from memory. It’s a damn good thing they deliver. I call in our usual order and I’m glad it will be a good half hour before it arrives. I slink back into the bedroom and open the bathroom door. I lean against the doorframe and watch as Callie soaps herself. She is the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on.
Even through the foggy glass I can see drops of water trail across her skin in distinct paths. Beads pool at her spine and shoulders. I let my robe slide to the floor after I push off the doorframe and pad to the shower. I pull the glass door open and shut it quietly. I draw up behind her letting my hands slide across her body. I press my breast into her back and my nipples grow hard against her. She moans and reaches around for me but I stop her and put her hand firmly against the tile by her head. I adjust the jets on the side of the shower and in the front so they spray us directly.
I spread her legs with my knee and I part her folds with my fingers. She gasps when the spray I angled hits her sex. “Fuck Erica…” Her hand grabs my wrist and she pushes my hand further toward her sex. “I need you. Now.”
I smile against her neck and delve three slender fingers into her opening. Her hips buck into my hand. The hot water travels down her back and I lick a line of water from her skin. “We have twenty minutes until the delivery guy gets here.” I say sucking her skin into my mouth. “Twenty long minutes to have my wicked way with you.”
“Fuck me.” She pants as her hips grind into my hand and she leans back against me pulling my mouth to hers. Her hips gyrate faster, my palm presses against her clit, and the spray hits her stomach. She forces me around and pins me against the wall. Her hands at either side of my head as her hips ride my fingers. She presses herself against me and our entire bodies are slick moving together as the water beats down on us.
“Jesus I like the way you move.” I say to her and she kisses me hard.
“Yeah?” I nod as my other hand slides to her hair pulling her neck to the side so I can lave at her clavicle. My thigh slips between her legs and she moans into my hair.
“Are you close?” I ask biting her ear softly.
“You should know the answer to that already.” She pants, I can feel her muscles tense around my fingers, clenching and unclenching.
“Not yet.” I say against her ear. “Wait for it.”
She pulls my free hand across her stomach over her breasts. “God touch me. Touch me Erica.” She says and her head drops back when my palm caresses her nipple. “God Erica… I can’t, you-you have to. Now…” Her head drops against my shoulder. “Please.”
I can’t deny her. I speed up my fingers and thrust into her harder. Her hips roll against my hand and thigh. Her screams echo in my ears and reverberated off the walls of the shower. She coats my fingers and I let her ride it out before I pull my fingers away. She whimpers when I suck them into my mouth. “You taste so good.”
She pins my hands above my head and her lips are on mine. Her tongue slides along my bottom lip. Her teeth nibble and pull and then her tongue is inside my mouth. She drags it along the roof of my mouth and pulls back when I try to deepen our kiss. I whimper and she smiles against my lips giving them a light peck. “You’re right I taste good.” She grins and the door bell rings.
“Damn it.” I let my head fall against the tile.
She grins. “It’s not like we can finish in a little while.” She kisses me lightly and turns the water off. “I’ll get the door.”
I smile at her and turn the water back on when she leaves to wash away the stickiness. When I emerge in just my robe, she looks at me with her mouth hanging open. She opted to actually put clothes on, though I doubt that includes any underwear. I leave my robe hanging open enough she can see water that hasn’t dried just above the swell of my breasts. She licks her lips and turns back to dish me out a plate of bruschetta chicken and noodles. I open a bottle of blackberry merlot and grab two wine glasses.
We sit at the bar and I watch her smirk. I feel the blush creep up my cheeks. That was the first time I ever let her take me in the kitchen like that. I don’t normally condone to sex in every room of the house, but she’s damn near made me break all my other rules so I shouldn’t be surprised that we broke this one.
We simply watch each other through hooded eyes. We both know where the rest of tonight is going. She cleans up and I start for the bathroom, she goes to put the wine away and shake my head. “Bring that with you.” She smirks and picks the wine bottle up and follows me into the bedroom.
She sets the bottle on the night stand and shuts the lights off. She leaves the curtains drawn so the moon shines into the room. I’m so glad I convinced her to commute to work. I watch her peel the t-shirt and boxers from her body and I was right she hadn’t bothered with any under garments. She walks toward me and stops just inches from my face. I feel her hands push the silk aside. Her hand trails along my rib cage and the robe falls completely open. I shiver as the backs of her fingers brush the underside of my breast and the moan that escapes my mouth is low and guttural.
The robe falls to the floor at my feet and she pulls me to the bed. I lay down in the middle and she straddles my hips. “Don’t move.” She purrs against my ear. She slides down my torso and reaches for the bottle. I have a feeling I’ll be throwing these sheets away later. I feel the small splash against my abdomen and it trickles into my navel. Her lips and tongue follow its path and her tongue dips into my navel laving at the wine.
When she’s gotten it all she trails her tongue across my skin and she kisses me. I can taste the wine on her lips and I groan. I take the wine bottle from her and push her off me. “If we’re doing this, I am not getting these sheets stained.”
She takes the bottle back and splays her hand on my chest pushing me back down. “Fuck the sheets.” She straddles my hips and I watch as the liquid pours from the bottle onto my chest. She pulls back and sets the rest on the night stand. I feel the wetness around my body where the wine splashed over the sides. She smirks because when her lips touch my skin and her tongue peeks out to lave the wine off my body I don’t care that the sheets are ruined and she knows it.
Her hands kneed my breasts and her tongue flicks across my abdomen. Every inch of my skin is ignited when she presses her torso to mine. Breast to breast and sweet sticky wine the only barrier. Her mouth is on mine, her toned thigh presses against my center and I grind against it grabbing her arms for leverage. “Oh God Callie…”
She kisses down my neck and nips at the skin where my neck and shoulders meet. “You’re so wet, so slick, so ready.” She slides her hand through my wetness. Her index finger teases around my sex pulling moisture to my clit and she circles it alternating pressure. She flattens her tongue against my neck and flicks it over my pulse.
“Jesus Christ Callie…” I moan when her lips wrap around my clit and her fingers toy with my nipples. My hands find her hair and I push her closer. Her fingers enter me and she thrusts in and out quickly and then pulls out. I groan in frustration. She reaches for the wine and smirks at me. She pushes my legs further apart and holds me open to her. The cool liquid splashes down and I feel the throbbing down to my very core. I cry out and my back rises off the bed. She devours my sex with her mouth.
I can’t feel anything but her. One hand grips her hair as her mouth continues to lave at everything and the other tangles in sheets. “Fuck Callie… Oh Fuck…” I buck into her mouth. Her sweet velvety tongue mixes with her fingers and she fucks me until I can’t see anything or feel anything but her. I scream her name and my body tenses but she doesn’t stop. I feel the wetness pool at my thighs and she laves every last bit up with her tongue and mouth.
Another orgasm shoots through me and my body spasms. “FUCK CALLIE!” I can’t catch my breath, I can’t move and God it’s just too much. I push at her shoulders. “Please… No more… Oh God.” And it goes off again when she blows cool air against my clit. “JESUS FUCKING CHRIST CALLIE!” The words tumble out of my mouth. She drags her lips across my skin until she reaches my mouth and she slips her tongue inside. She kisses me deeply and I can taste the wine and the essence that is purely me on her tongue. It’s intoxicating. She pulls away and I am breathless. She pulls me to her and I lay my head on her chest. She draws lazy circles on my shoulder and kisses my head. “I love you.” She says.
I smile. “I love you too.” I look up at her and frown. “You ruined my satin sheets, Calliope Torres, you sex fiend.”
“You weren’t really complaining.” She kisses me lightly. “I’ll buy you new ones.” She says and I laugh. She pulls the sheets up and covers both of us. “You’re insatiable.” She says and I can hear the grin in her voice.
“And you wouldn’t have me any other way.”
“No, I wouldn’t.” I settle against her and sigh. My eyes close and she wraps her other arm around me holding me against her. I feel so safe in her arms and I can honestly say she’s the only one who ever made me feel like this. I love her to the depths of the ocean and back. It’s not just sex with us either. I don’t think it ever was; there was always something more. It sucks that it took the prospect of me leaving to snap her out of it, but I’m glad something finally did.
Title: After Seattle
Pairing: Callie/Erica
Rating: NC17
Summary: Just a little fluffy, McSexiness.
Disclaimer: All television shows, movies, books, and other copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for-profit, it constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and are not intended to be libelous, defamatory, or in any way factual.
A/N: I had this posted over at the forum under xxamoursanglant, most of you on lj know me as caddieluver89, changed my lj this is the new one. Reposting stuff. Enjoy.
I am so glad I have the rest of today off, and even gladder that she is at my disposal for the next two days. Thank god for mini vacations. It’s been three hours since she hastily fucked me in the kitchen. We haven’t moved from the bed since then. Right now she’s sleeping in my arms. Her breathing is soft against my neck. Her hand rests splayed against my hip. Her legs tangle with mine.
I can’t imagine anything better than this. I can’t help the smile that spreads across my lips. I feel her thumb brush my hip bone and look down. Her eyes are still shut but she’s smiling as well. I know she’s awake, especially when her lips start to trail kisses down my shoulder. “Mmmm… Hey.” I thread my fingers through her hair. “Are you hungry?”
“I’m always hungry for you.” She purrs against my ear.
I pull her in for a light kiss. “I meant actual food.”
She rests her chin on my chest. “A little. What did you have in mind?”
“Italian?” She grins. “You shower, I’ll order.” I say against her lips. She untangles herself from me and the sheets and I watch her as she walks to the bathroom. Her hips sway to an errant beat, the dimples at the base of her back hold my attention. I smile when I catch her glance over her shoulder. Her hair is tousled and sexy as hell.
I raise myself off the bed and reach for my dark blue silk robe. I pull my long hair from the back and let it lay against my shoulder and neck. I reach for the phone and dial the number from memory. It’s a damn good thing they deliver. I call in our usual order and I’m glad it will be a good half hour before it arrives. I slink back into the bedroom and open the bathroom door. I lean against the doorframe and watch as Callie soaps herself. She is the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on.
Even through the foggy glass I can see drops of water trail across her skin in distinct paths. Beads pool at her spine and shoulders. I let my robe slide to the floor after I push off the doorframe and pad to the shower. I pull the glass door open and shut it quietly. I draw up behind her letting my hands slide across her body. I press my breast into her back and my nipples grow hard against her. She moans and reaches around for me but I stop her and put her hand firmly against the tile by her head. I adjust the jets on the side of the shower and in the front so they spray us directly.
I spread her legs with my knee and I part her folds with my fingers. She gasps when the spray I angled hits her sex. “Fuck Erica…” Her hand grabs my wrist and she pushes my hand further toward her sex. “I need you. Now.”
I smile against her neck and delve three slender fingers into her opening. Her hips buck into my hand. The hot water travels down her back and I lick a line of water from her skin. “We have twenty minutes until the delivery guy gets here.” I say sucking her skin into my mouth. “Twenty long minutes to have my wicked way with you.”
“Fuck me.” She pants as her hips grind into my hand and she leans back against me pulling my mouth to hers. Her hips gyrate faster, my palm presses against her clit, and the spray hits her stomach. She forces me around and pins me against the wall. Her hands at either side of my head as her hips ride my fingers. She presses herself against me and our entire bodies are slick moving together as the water beats down on us.
“Jesus I like the way you move.” I say to her and she kisses me hard.
“Yeah?” I nod as my other hand slides to her hair pulling her neck to the side so I can lave at her clavicle. My thigh slips between her legs and she moans into my hair.
“Are you close?” I ask biting her ear softly.
“You should know the answer to that already.” She pants, I can feel her muscles tense around my fingers, clenching and unclenching.
“Not yet.” I say against her ear. “Wait for it.”
She pulls my free hand across her stomach over her breasts. “God touch me. Touch me Erica.” She says and her head drops back when my palm caresses her nipple. “God Erica… I can’t, you-you have to. Now…” Her head drops against my shoulder. “Please.”
I can’t deny her. I speed up my fingers and thrust into her harder. Her hips roll against my hand and thigh. Her screams echo in my ears and reverberated off the walls of the shower. She coats my fingers and I let her ride it out before I pull my fingers away. She whimpers when I suck them into my mouth. “You taste so good.”
She pins my hands above my head and her lips are on mine. Her tongue slides along my bottom lip. Her teeth nibble and pull and then her tongue is inside my mouth. She drags it along the roof of my mouth and pulls back when I try to deepen our kiss. I whimper and she smiles against my lips giving them a light peck. “You’re right I taste good.” She grins and the door bell rings.
“Damn it.” I let my head fall against the tile.
She grins. “It’s not like we can finish in a little while.” She kisses me lightly and turns the water off. “I’ll get the door.”
I smile at her and turn the water back on when she leaves to wash away the stickiness. When I emerge in just my robe, she looks at me with her mouth hanging open. She opted to actually put clothes on, though I doubt that includes any underwear. I leave my robe hanging open enough she can see water that hasn’t dried just above the swell of my breasts. She licks her lips and turns back to dish me out a plate of bruschetta chicken and noodles. I open a bottle of blackberry merlot and grab two wine glasses.
We sit at the bar and I watch her smirk. I feel the blush creep up my cheeks. That was the first time I ever let her take me in the kitchen like that. I don’t normally condone to sex in every room of the house, but she’s damn near made me break all my other rules so I shouldn’t be surprised that we broke this one.
We simply watch each other through hooded eyes. We both know where the rest of tonight is going. She cleans up and I start for the bathroom, she goes to put the wine away and shake my head. “Bring that with you.” She smirks and picks the wine bottle up and follows me into the bedroom.
She sets the bottle on the night stand and shuts the lights off. She leaves the curtains drawn so the moon shines into the room. I’m so glad I convinced her to commute to work. I watch her peel the t-shirt and boxers from her body and I was right she hadn’t bothered with any under garments. She walks toward me and stops just inches from my face. I feel her hands push the silk aside. Her hand trails along my rib cage and the robe falls completely open. I shiver as the backs of her fingers brush the underside of my breast and the moan that escapes my mouth is low and guttural.
The robe falls to the floor at my feet and she pulls me to the bed. I lay down in the middle and she straddles my hips. “Don’t move.” She purrs against my ear. She slides down my torso and reaches for the bottle. I have a feeling I’ll be throwing these sheets away later. I feel the small splash against my abdomen and it trickles into my navel. Her lips and tongue follow its path and her tongue dips into my navel laving at the wine.
When she’s gotten it all she trails her tongue across my skin and she kisses me. I can taste the wine on her lips and I groan. I take the wine bottle from her and push her off me. “If we’re doing this, I am not getting these sheets stained.”
She takes the bottle back and splays her hand on my chest pushing me back down. “Fuck the sheets.” She straddles my hips and I watch as the liquid pours from the bottle onto my chest. She pulls back and sets the rest on the night stand. I feel the wetness around my body where the wine splashed over the sides. She smirks because when her lips touch my skin and her tongue peeks out to lave the wine off my body I don’t care that the sheets are ruined and she knows it.
Her hands kneed my breasts and her tongue flicks across my abdomen. Every inch of my skin is ignited when she presses her torso to mine. Breast to breast and sweet sticky wine the only barrier. Her mouth is on mine, her toned thigh presses against my center and I grind against it grabbing her arms for leverage. “Oh God Callie…”
She kisses down my neck and nips at the skin where my neck and shoulders meet. “You’re so wet, so slick, so ready.” She slides her hand through my wetness. Her index finger teases around my sex pulling moisture to my clit and she circles it alternating pressure. She flattens her tongue against my neck and flicks it over my pulse.
“Jesus Christ Callie…” I moan when her lips wrap around my clit and her fingers toy with my nipples. My hands find her hair and I push her closer. Her fingers enter me and she thrusts in and out quickly and then pulls out. I groan in frustration. She reaches for the wine and smirks at me. She pushes my legs further apart and holds me open to her. The cool liquid splashes down and I feel the throbbing down to my very core. I cry out and my back rises off the bed. She devours my sex with her mouth.
I can’t feel anything but her. One hand grips her hair as her mouth continues to lave at everything and the other tangles in sheets. “Fuck Callie… Oh Fuck…” I buck into her mouth. Her sweet velvety tongue mixes with her fingers and she fucks me until I can’t see anything or feel anything but her. I scream her name and my body tenses but she doesn’t stop. I feel the wetness pool at my thighs and she laves every last bit up with her tongue and mouth.
Another orgasm shoots through me and my body spasms. “FUCK CALLIE!” I can’t catch my breath, I can’t move and God it’s just too much. I push at her shoulders. “Please… No more… Oh God.” And it goes off again when she blows cool air against my clit. “JESUS FUCKING CHRIST CALLIE!” The words tumble out of my mouth. She drags her lips across my skin until she reaches my mouth and she slips her tongue inside. She kisses me deeply and I can taste the wine and the essence that is purely me on her tongue. It’s intoxicating. She pulls away and I am breathless. She pulls me to her and I lay my head on her chest. She draws lazy circles on my shoulder and kisses my head. “I love you.” She says.
I smile. “I love you too.” I look up at her and frown. “You ruined my satin sheets, Calliope Torres, you sex fiend.”
“You weren’t really complaining.” She kisses me lightly. “I’ll buy you new ones.” She says and I laugh. She pulls the sheets up and covers both of us. “You’re insatiable.” She says and I can hear the grin in her voice.
“And you wouldn’t have me any other way.”
“No, I wouldn’t.” I settle against her and sigh. My eyes close and she wraps her other arm around me holding me against her. I feel so safe in her arms and I can honestly say she’s the only one who ever made me feel like this. I love her to the depths of the ocean and back. It’s not just sex with us either. I don’t think it ever was; there was always something more. It sucks that it took the prospect of me leaving to snap her out of it, but I’m glad something finally did.