If Erica had known it would be like this- exhilarating, life altering, terrifying and sweet- she'd have kissed Callie a long time ago.
Every nip, every sigh, the bite of nails digging into her scalp as a content sigh puffed across her lips. Once again, it was all being carefully stored away- hidden for a rainy day not far down the road when she inevitably found herself back to being alone and lonely. Because that's where she was certain she'd end up.
So as Callie abruptly broke their kiss and dragged her through Joe's, strong hand clasping hers as they just barely managed to escape Mark Sloan's curious stare, she had to beg one question...
Had she just fucked everything up?
And that's what she kept asking herself, even as Callie led her to a little alcove just around the corner of the building and backed her roughly against a cold brick wall. Then again as her eyes slammed shut and a gasp caught in the back of her throat. She was ready for accusations and anger, just waiting for a furious Latina woman to tell her off and storm out of her life. Suspecting anything but the feel of a body pressing into her, lips catching hers in a kiss so desperate that for a moment- one tiny moment- she finally felt that same hunger and need reciprocated in kind. And that? That's exactly what she'd been waiting for, hoping against all odds that she wasn't the only one. And now that she found it she wasn't going to let go without a fight.
Erica moaned. Arms once frozen at her sides, too shocked to move, wrapped around Callie's back. Wanting. Clinging. Needing to feel more.
So she did.
Without thinking, she flipped their positions. Swallowing a shocked gasp as their tongues met and she slid her knee between Callie's thighs. It was all happening so fast. Lust and desire winding tightly around them. Hips grinding together, feeling hands sneak up the front of her shirt, cupping and teasing, fumbling with the button and zip on tight jeans.
Her best friend froze, neck arched back, groaning into the night as Erica's fingers slid into unimaginable heat and wetness for the first time. She reveled in it. Testing the waters with a curious touch and an impatient body.
Neither of them noticed a cold gust of wind swirl past them or a group of laughing drunkards as they stumbled out to their car nearby. None of it mattered. The only thing that Erica cared about was the way Callie tightened her muscles around her and the sounds that she made with each frenzied thrust.
It drove her crazy- Callie's breathless moans floating past her shoulder and lips tickling the shell of her ear as they moved together in time. It made her legs quiver and the muted heat low in her belly ache to be sated. But as Erica's arm began to burn from over exertion and she realized that she'd have finger shaped bruises on her biceps in the morning, she found that she couldn't quite bring herself to care. Because that's when Callie writhed and shuddered in her embrace, tumbling swiftly over the edge.
Forget about having her hands inside Walter Tapley's heart, or the look on Burke's face when she screwed him over at their graduation from med school. This moment- the way Callie clung to her like she never wanted her to let go, how her voice seemed to drop half an octave as she groaned her name in the throes of pleasure, and the way she pulled her into a gentle kiss and then rested her forehead against Erica's as the tremors in her body began to dwindle- won hands down.
"Erica?" she whispered, lips still brushing against hers as she spoke.
"Yeah?"
"We really need to send Addison a thank you card."
End.