The Dance of Deception 2/5 - Chapter Two - Deceiving (Part One)
Chapter One - Facade (Part One)
Chapter One - Facade (Part Two)
The Dance of Deception - Chapter Two - Deceiving
Deceive, deceivingly, deceiving... these three variations of the same word all represent the same thing:
If you deceive someone it basically means that you are purposely tricking them into believing something that’s not true.
If you do something deceivingly, you’re doing something dishonestly; you’re choosing to replace the truth.
If you’re being deceiving to someone it means you’re misleading them from facts, from the true reality of your world.
Being a deceitful person is quite complicated if you really think about it, you have to replace a version of yourself with a liar, you have to have a quick mind to cover the paths and pasts of your life, you have to remember who you told what to, and you have to make sure you keep it up, there’s no going back if you decide to deceive somebody, there’s no second chances to change the stories you’ve created; you have to live the lies you’ve spun.
There is a loophole to being a deceiving person though; what if the person you were deceiving was yourself? What if you didn’t realise that you had been misleading yourself? Is it possible for somebody’s subconscious to deceive a person’s truths into an eloquent lie? Is it easier for the mind to lie to them instead of letting them deal with their reality?
Callie knew her body was on overload, her mind was racing, her heart was pounding, and her body ached with the need for more, all because of the blonde pressed tightly against her. She knew she’d lost track of time, there was no way in knowing how long she’d been trailing her hands over Erica’s body as the blonde continued to devour her mouth.
Erica shifted her hands to the younger woman’s shoulders and pushed forcefully at her, in response Callie instantly tightened her grip on the cardio doctor’s hips and let herself be pushed backwards. The desperate need for air became apparent by the burning in her lungs and she tore her lips away from the blonde, panting heavily as their eyes met and held.
She watched as the older woman kicked off her shoes and sauntered sexily back towards her; she hurried to kick off her own and rushed forward to capture Erica’s beautiful, pouty, kissed bruised lips again; loving the way that berry lip gloss mixed with the taste of alcohol and something so purely Erica Hahn, filled her taste buds.
Erica growled as Callie bit at her bottom lip again, and for the first time since the kissing started, nipped a pathway across her jaw, stopping to nibble at her earlobe before trailing molten kisses down her neck. Clumsy hands pulled her top from her skirt and skittered across the exposed skin of her lower back; nails biting into her flesh as the younger woman returned to her lips.
She let her fingers get lost in Callie’s silken hair as she held her firmly against her body; she’d never been as filled with want and desire for another person as she felt right then in that moment. Erica tore her mouth away from the dark-haired woman’s and grabbed the hem of her own shirt, ripping it over her head and throwing it to the floor.
Callie watched the material fall to the floor and lifted her heavy gaze back up and over Erica’s body, her gorgeous milky skin contrasting perfectly against the darkness of her skirt and bra. She lifted a hand out, trailing a finger over the heated flush that covered the blonde woman’s chest; she’d never thought that skin looked more beautiful.
When her gaze finally met back with Erica’s she let out a gasp of surprise at the look of pure unadulterated lust she saw on their surface. Before she could move back to claim the older woman’s lips, her own were under attack from a skilled tongue; her spine tingled in delight as she sank into the passion of the kiss.
Erica tangled one hand into Callie’s hair and titled her head to the side; dipping her head, she revelled in the expanse of exposed skin she came across. She moved her assault of open-mouthed kisses and nips across honey skin, lathing the younger woman’s rapid pulse point with her tongue, before nipping at the flesh hard enough to make her name fall from Callie’s lips in pleasure.
She used her free hand to scratch down Callie’s back, fiddling with the zipper of her dress for a few seconds before grasping it between her fingers and lowering it down as far as it would go. She moved her mouth back to the younger woman’s delicious full lips, sucking against them before kissing her deeply.
Callie slipped from Erica’s arms and took a few steps towards the stairs. Reaching her hands up to her shoulders she pushed the dress down her body and stepped out of its remains on the floor; smirking when blue eyes scanned every inch of her flesh with a look of hunger.
The blonde licked her lips and twisted to reach the zipper at the side of her skirt, dragging it down she wiggled her hips a little to get it to fall from her hips to the ground ,and swiftly moved towards the sexy younger woman in front of her.
Callie instantly wrapped her arms around the blonde’s frame as their lips fused together again; they both moaned at the first contact of their naked flesh connecting, enjoying the way their body heat radiated between them.
The dark-haired woman danced her fingers down to the clasp of the blonde’s bra and pouted as she moved out of reach, shaking her head as a playful smirk danced on her lips. She held her hand out and waited for Callie to grasp it before tugging her up the stairs.
They made it half way up the staircase before Callie pushed Erica against the wall and attacked the smooth skin of her neck with her teeth; nibbling away at the blonde’s flesh and revelling in the noises she drew from the older woman’s mouth in response.
She worked her hands behind Erica’s back, luckily flipping open her bra clasp with ease. Callie pulled her mouth away from the blonde’s neck and watched in amazement as she pulled the offending item away from Erica’s chest. Her rosy nipples tightened instantly as the cool air whipped against her heated skin. Callie found Erica’s eyes and groaned as she leant forward to briefly kiss her again.
She dipped her head and took one of the awaiting taut peaks into her mouth, suckling the bud with her lips and bathing it with strokes of her tongue. Erica moaned out into the silence, grabbing a fistful of dark hair in order to hold Callie closer to her chest.
The younger woman grazed the nipple gently with her teeth before moving her attention over to the other; easing her fingers to tease the one she left behind. Erica threw her head back, bumping it against the wall as Callie nipped slightly harder against her sensitive nipples; her already unsteady legs were beginning to wobble and she knew she needed to move them off of the stairs.
She tugged at Callie’s hair, drawing the woman’s head away from her chest, and latched onto her hand, pulling her up the final few stairs and into her room. Her head felt heavy, her eyes fuzzy, and yet she knew her body was aching to become even more intoxicated than it already was; only this time she’d be high on Callie Torres.
Callie didn’t have to wait to initiate the next session of making out, Erica was pulling down her own panties and moving towards her before she’d even had time to adjust to the change of their location. As Erica’s tongue sneaked its way back into her mouth, she reached behind her back to rid herself of her own bra.
As her dark breasts sprung from their cloth prison, the blonde pulled away from Callie’s lips to drink her in; her caramel skin was glowing in the low light of the room and she looked stunning. She climbed onto the bed and patted the space beside her; Callie wasted no time ripping away her panties and clambering onto the bed, sliding their naked forms together and attacking the blonde’s lips once again as they fell back against the sheet.
The younger woman made quick work of teasing every inch of Erica’s neck and chest, making sure to spend extra attention at the blonde’s puckered nipples before trailing her kisses lower; she couldn’t wait any longer, she wanted, no she needed to touch her, now.
Erica bit at her bottom lip as Callie nipped her way down the sensitive skin of her stomach, stopping only to swirl her tongue around her navel before feathering kisses along both of her thighs. Callie placed several open mouthed kisses along the blonde’s slit before trailing her tongue through the soaking folds.
The blonde whimpered and Callie groaned as her tongue danced to life with her first taste of Erica Hahn. Without a second thought she eased her tongue to stroke up and down her heated centre several times before lathing the muscle against Erica’s throbbing bundle of nerves. The blonde thrashed about, her hips rising slightly as Callie took her clit between her lips, sucking gently as she slid two of her long fingers inside of her; instantly settling into a steady rhythm.
Her free hand slid up the blonde’s body to toy with her pointed nipples as her fingers increased their pace, curling as they thrust deeper and deeper. With one last flick of her tongue over the blonde’s engrossed clit, Erica’s muscles clammed down on her fingers and she moaned Callie’s name into the night air with fierce intensity.
Callie slowly removed her fingers and slid back up the blonde’s body, finding her hazy eyes before sucking her digits into her mouth, cleaning Erica’s juices from her skin. The older woman moaned in response and drew Callie’s lips to her own; sucking her tongue into her own mouth and tasting herself of the younger woman’s lips.
Erica hugged Callie’s body tighter against her own and rolled them so that she was hovering above the Ortho attending. With her body sated, she thought through the fog in her mind to concentrate on the lust filled hunger she felt for the woman trapped beneath her body.
She inched her trail of kisses across Callie’s jaw, making sure she pain special attention to the sweet spot below her ear, whenever she nipped at the sensitive skin and then soothed it over with tongue the younger woman would roll her hips up into the blonde’s and whimper.
Continuing her journey she licked a pathway down Callie’s chest, swirling her tongue around her lush mocha nipples before flicking the tip of her tongue over the hardened nub. The younger woman groaned at the teasing and tangled her hands into Erica’s blonde hair, tugging her firmer against her chest. She finally suckled the peak into her mouth, working the other one between her thumb and forefinger.
Erica felt pressure digging in on her shoulders and lifted her head to meet heavy lidded brown eyes, Callie licked her lips and pushed once again on the blonde’s shoulders; a smirk falling into place on her lips when the blonde dipped her head and began kissing down her stomach.
Reaching Callie’s sex the blonde took a second to breathe her in, her head was clouded already but as she breathed in the younger woman’s unique scent she let herself get lost further inside the fog; dipping her head immediately and attacking Callie’s anticipating sex with her tongue and teeth. She twirled her tongue around Callie’s entrance, plunging it inside and drawing it out again only to replace it with three of her surgeon fingers.
She settled into a rhythm of thrusting her fingers slowly and then picking up speed, depending on whether she was flicking over Callie’s clit with the tip of her tongue or sucking it between her lips. It didn’t take long before she felt the younger woman’s thighs clench around her head, her muscles clamping down on her fingers, and Callie screaming incoherent words as she rode out her orgasm.
When the cardio surgeon was sure the tremors between the dark-haired woman’s legs had stopped, she lifted herself back up her body and leant down to tangle her tongue with Callie’s, losing herself in their heated kiss.
Within a few seconds of them lazily kissing Erica found herself pinned beneath Callie’s body once again; the younger woman’s fingers thrumming away inside her once more as her hot breath panted against her ear. She lifted her hands to Callie’s back, scratching her nails against her skin as they moved into another round of frenzied fucking.
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It was the bright light that scorched through Erica’s eyelids and forced the blonde to wake. She fluttered her eyes open slowly, blinking rapidly and letting herself adjust to the morning light, until her vision came into focus.
The first thing that became apparent was the persistent pounding in her head; the second was that she couldn’t remember arriving back at her house.
It was the heavy pressure across her chest that caused her to tilt her head down; her blue eyes taking in the arm draped lazily across her torso. The arm across her wasn’t just any arm; this arm was a beautiful honey tone that she recognised immediately. A mixture of confusion and fear rippled through the blonde at the realisation that not only was a familiar arm draped over her chest, it was draper over her naked chest.
Erica turned her head towards the direction that the arm was coming from and instantly screwed her eyes shut when a vision of Callie sleeping naked, a crisp white sheet barely covering her naked form, came into view.
She felt a lump rise in her throat and gently shifted the younger woman’s arm off of her chest, placing it carefully back down onto the bed. Moving as slowly and as quietly as she could manage, she freed herself from Callie’s grasp and slipped from the bed.
The blonde quickly moved to the end of the bed, grabbing the royal blue robe that rested on top of the end table, and shrugging into it. She tightened the belt, making sure that it was fully covering her body before lifting her eyes back to the bed. Callie had shifted in her sleep, snuggling further into the warm space Erica had left behind; completely unaware that the blonde had moved.
The pounding in the blonde’s head intensified, moving to throb behind her eyes; she lifted her hands to rub her temple and closed her eyes shut, willing herself to be dreaming. When she reopened them to find Callie still in her bed, she clasped her hand over her mouth; there was no way in hell that they’d slept together, the thought alone was completely absurd and it made the blonde want to both laugh and cry.
She headed towards the door, and looked down as her foot caught onto something, her eyes widened as they studied the offending item and she bent down to retrieve them; lifting the lacy black underwear to her eyes and shaking her head... they were definitely not hers.
She released them from her grip, dropping them back down to the floor and crept further towards the door. As soon as she made it onto the landing relief flooded her system, her chest was tight and she felt like she couldn’t breathe, there could be no way that this was happening to her.
The blonde desperately needed tablets for her headache, and a large glass of water to clench the dryness that had settled in her throat. She made it halfway down the stairs before catching sight of a discarded bra on one of the steps and a pile of scattered clothes that lead from the base of her stairs and into the kitchen.
Erica forced herself to walk past them, immediately going to the sink and filling a glass of water. She took a couple of large sips before pulling open the draw and retrieving a bottle of tablets for her headache. She took a few deep breathes before turning back around to study the clothing, two sets of shoes were recklessly abandoned, along with her top, her skirt and Callie’s purple dress.
She palmed the heels of her hands into her eyes and willed herself to remember, something that clearly shouldn’t have happened had indeed happened, and the worse thing was she couldn’t remember any of it. Erica groaned in frustration, her mind rationalised that she should try and work it out logically, start at the beginning. She remembered picking Callie up, she remembered going into the club and drinking with her, she remembered dancing with a guy called Jack and she evenly faintly remembered the feeling of Callie’s hands over her stomach as her lips brushed against her neck as they continued to move to the music.
The thought of Callie’s lips against her skin sent a tingle of sensation down her spine and she swiftly pushed it away, her confusion replacing with anger and frustration. Why had Callie been kissing her at all? Had that led them to come back here and-
Erica shook her head, she couldn’t think about the last part. If it was true then they’d just committed an act against their friendship that could never be reversed. Maybe she was wrong, maybe they’d come back here, hot and sweaty from dancing and simply fell asleep naked.
The blonde scoffed at her own stupidity and headed back upstairs and into the bathroom, she needed to check out the damage of their night, and if she looked half as bad as she felt, she was going to look like a walking zombie for work.
She slid into the bathroom, flicking on the light and drinking in her appearance; dark circles had settled under her eyes, and her lips looked bruised and swollen. She caught sight of something red in the mirror and tore her eyes away immediately.
Erica moved back towards her bedroom, stopping in the doorway to look over Callie’s sleeping form; the only thought resounding in her head was ‘what the hell have we done?’ She snuck back into the room and settled into the chair in the corner, she felt sick and numb as she watched over her friend in the deafening silence of her room.
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Callie stirred in her sleep and nuzzled her face further into the pillow, the familiar sent of Erica’s perfume filling her lungs. After a few seconds it registered that it was Erica’s perfume, and not the smell of her own, not even the smell of the fabric softener that she used on her sheets at home. She blinked open her eyes and instantly knew where she was; she shifted under the sheet and noticed her lack of clothing at once. Keeping hold of the sheet she sat up, her eyes instantly locked with Erica’s, and she noted a look of anger on their surface.
The blonde was standing at the foot of the bed wrapped up in her blue robe and staring at Callie with a mixture of anger, hurt, and sadness. The look she read on the older woman’s face was more than enough to let her know exactly what had happened between them; shifting the sheet higher around her body she desperately searched for her voice, the intensity and pain behind the blonde’s gaze making her physically ache.
“Erica...”
The dark-haired woman watched the blonde’s incredible blue eyes fill with tears as an angry flush covered her cheeks. Before Callie could find any more words the blonde had stormed off out of the room and into the bathroom, slamming the door fiercely behind her.
Callie clenched her eyes shut as the sound of the door slamming tore through her, and lifted her hands to cup her face; trying to rub the tension away from her head before running her fingers through her hair. As her brown eyes flicked open again she caught sight of herself in the full length mirror next to Erica’s wardrobe.
She stared back at herself as she battled through the memories of last night, flashes of what had happened running through her head in short bursts, as a sick feeling settled into the pit of her stomach.
The sound of the shower running drew her momentarily from her thoughts and she murmured a swell of curses into the silence. Fuck the new club, fuck the dancing, and fuck the god damned drinking.
Just fuck!
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Chapter Two - Deceiving (Part Two)