A/N : Hey guys- just a little one-shot. (Never posted to this site before). Also feel free to check out my fanvid, which is totally unrelated - .com/watch?v=Eacg41rRNbw
Arizona was standing on the subway platform as the train slowed to a stop in front of her. She sighed as she saw through the windows that people were already being forced to stand. This was typical of the morning commute, but Arizona hated it nonetheless. Strangers pressing into or her, or worse, falling into her; having to hold on to the germ-infested railing to keep her own balance; the claustrophobic feeling of sharing a small space with too many people. As a doctor, Arizona was acutely aware that every cough and sneeze was a flu waiting to happen.
She boarded the train and wedged herself between the already-boarded patrons until she could find enough space to stand. Only one more stop before the subway turned into an express train; she hoped that more people would be getting off than getting on. She grasped the rail above her head and looked down to avoid the awkwardness that comes with being in someone else's personal space. Instead, she gave herself the once over. She was wearing a fitted black blouse, dark, tapered skinny jeans, and her favorite pair of blue Jimmy Choos.
Arizona looked up as she felt the train come to a stop. In a flourish, people were moving both on and off. Unfortunately, there were still as many people riding alongside her – if not more. Stand clear of the closing doors, she heard over the intercom, as the last few people found a place to stand.
Callie had just boarded the train when she looked up to see the most beautiful blonde just a foot away. The blonde was studiously avoiding eye contact with those around her, which only served to give Callie more time to check her out. Her piercing blue eyes matched the blue of her heels – which, Callie had to admit, were incredibly sexy. The Latina unconsciously smoothed out the airy fabric of her knee-length, deep red dress. Callie reached up and grabbed the same handrail that Arizona was holding, causing the blonde to look up.
When Arizona locked eyes with the dark-haired beauty in front of her, her breath caught in her throat. Where did she come from? Arizona flashed her a small smile, appraising her body quickly with her eyes. Callie smiled back before looking away shyly. Maybe this ride won't be so bad, Arizona thought. This is one stranger that can bump into me all she wants.
Callie was deep in her thoughts as well. I wonder if she's gay. She's probably not gay; that's just my luck. I don't know though… there's something about her. Plus I'm pretty sure she just checked me out…
Callie looked back up at Arizona's face to catch the blonde's eyes glued to her cleavage. When Arizona realized she'd been caught her face turned the slightest shade of pink before she looked away, not daring to meet the other woman's gaze. Despite her embarrassment, she felt a tingle shoot down her body at the memory of that perfect, perfect cleavage.
Arizona's blush had sealed the deal in Callie's mind, or at the very least emboldened her. She turned around so that she was facing away from Arizona, allowing the blonde to admire her from behind.
The train was moving faster now on its express route, causing small bumps every so often that jostled the passengers. The man in front of Callie kept clumsily stepping backwards, causing her to stand much closer to Arizona. Smirking to herself, Callie slowly allowed her back to press firmly into Arizona's front. She couldn't see the way the blonde's eyes slid shut at the contact, or her smile of surprise at the Latina's brazenness. She could, however, see Arizona's knuckles turn white against the handrail above them.
Being the lover of salsa dancing that Callie was, she knew exactly how to use her hips to her advantage. She slightly (so slightly that it might have merely been the pull of the train) swayed her hips, causing her ass to brush against the blonde's center. Arizona's mind was on overdrive. Callie's confidence (and mysteriousness) was a huge turn-on. (Speaking of turn-ons, that ass…).
Callie hoped more than anything that what she was doing wasn't too much. She was in the middle of tormenting herself with thoughts of the possibility that Arizona might be repulsed by her and- oh, fuck. Callie felt two firm nipples pressing into her on either side of her spine and nearly melted. This spurred her on even further, causing her to grind her ass back into Arizona with a very obvious intention.
The blonde felt herself getting wetter and wetter with every slow grind of the Latina's hips against her. She leaned her head forward so that she was only inches from the back of Callie's head. Breathing deeply, she inhaled the lavender scent of Callie's shampoo. The smell and feel of this woman sent Arizona's thoughts into overdrive. She pictured the rest of the passengers disappearing; just her and this dark-haired woman spiraling forward on an empty train. She pictured gathering a handful of that long, dark hair into her fist and pulling her head back until that beautiful neck was exposed and she could see the throbbing pulse point. She pictured attaching her lips to that thrumming vein only after seeing Callie gasp and her lips turn up at the surprise of Arizona's forcefulness.
Keeping these thoughts at bay, Arizona removed her hand from the railing, placing both hands on Callie's waist. The thought of what she was doing, touching this complete stranger in an oddly intimate way, in such a public place, was intoxicating. Arizona's fingers pressed into the soft flesh of Callie's hips, keeping the woman's body attached to hers. She ran her hands lightly down the sides of Callie's thighs, feeling the strong muscles beneath her fingers.
Callie pictured the rest of the passengers disappearing; just her and this blonde-headed woman spiraling forward on an empty train. She pictured those beautiful pale hands continuing down her thighs until the blonde's fingers gathered up the hem of her dress. She imaged Arizona's hands returning up her thighs, only this time touching her bare skin, her dress bunching up around the blonde's wrists. Her head would drop back onto Arizona's shoulder as she felt nimble fingers finding her black panties and, in one swift movement, ripping them off.
Arizona's hands travelled around to Callie's front, lightly moving across her stomach and up until her fingertips just touched the swell of Callie's breasts. She wanted so badly to continue. She envisioned her hands jerking down the thin straps of Callie's dress until her breasts were exposed. She pictured looking down over Callie's shoulder to see two achingly hard, brown nipples heaving with a heavy breath. She felt her hands grabbing the flesh, cupping her breasts, kneading the nipples to the breaking point between pain and pleasure.
The skin of Callie's stomach was burning in the places where Arizona was resting her hands. She reached her free hand behind her to pull Arizona forward into her by the crease on the back of her thigh, just below her ass. Callie closed her eyes, imaging Arizona gathering up the fabric of her dress into one hand, holding it at the waist so that her now panty-less body was exposed. Her legs would spread of their own accord as Arizona's other arm wrapped around her body, her hand quickly finding Callie's wet heat. She could virtually feel the warmth of Arizona's temple resting between her should blades as the blonde braced herself for each impending thrust of her fingers. She imagined her own hand holding on to the back of Arizona's neck as she struggled to stay upright as the blonde buried herself deep inside her.
Arizona leaned forward and nuzzled her nose into Callie's ear, saying nothing despite the torrent of words she longed to say. She pictured pulling this earlobe into her mouth as her fingers frantically pumped in and out of the Latina. Her hot breath constantly pressed against Callie's ear, urging her to come. Asking her if she liked the way the blonde fucked her. Telling her how wet she was; how unbelievably fucking sexy she was; how tight she was. Demanding that she reach down and fondle her own clit between her fingers.
Callie pictured the way her hardened nub would feel beneath her digits as she furiously stroked it in time with Arizona's thrusts. She felt her orgasm building and building, gaining momentum; a crescendo of epic proportions. She imagined Arizona's fingers reaching up to rub against that spot that made her knees weak, and then imagined her knees actually going weak. Arizona forcefully kept her upright as she continued pounding into her, Callie's orgasm breaking like waves around the both of them. Their breath, staggered. The sweat on the back of Callie's neck. Arizona's lips on her shoulder blade. A wrinkled red dress. The smell of lavender. The best sex they'd never had.
The train was coming to halt, breaking the women out of their reverie. Arizona looked out the window, disoriented. Shit. Her stop. She slowly and regretfully pulled her hands away from Callie's body. Feeling the loss, Callie's head snapped up as well as she took in her surroundings. She turned around to find Arizona rifling through her purse. She pulled out a business card and a pen, and hastily scribbled on it. As the train's doors opened she looked up, meeting Callie's eyes. She smiled, passing the card over to her.
"That's my cell number," Arizona said. "Will you call?" she asked, hopefully.
"Arizona," Callie read aloud. She smiled. "Yes. I will call."
Arizona smiled, and then turned to make her way towards the door. She was just a step away from getting off the train when she turned abruptly.
"Wait! What's your name?" She asked.
Callie hesitated a moment before answering honestly. "Calliope".
"Calliope," Arizona repeated, loving the taste of the name in her mouth. She smiled a full, dimpled smile before stepping off the train, and then waited on the platform until the train was nothing more than a light in the distance.
