Okay, so. This is a sequel of sorts to my story "Well Maybe What You Want is Right Here" - so I would definitely recommend you read that first, if you haven't already.
This time, I'm capturing snapshots of Callie and Arizona's life throughout that story. Memories, if you will, or little leftover bits that happened in between and around and behind the scenes. They won't necessarily be in chronological order, but I'll try to make it clear where each one fits in the timeline. Some will be short, and some will be longer. They're pretty much all inspired by a song, so I'll give you that at the beginning of each one, if you want to follow along with my soundtrack.
Thank you VERY MUCH to everyone who reads, and comments, and everyone on tumblr who encouraged me to write this sequel! Your feedback is much appreciated, and I look forward to hearing what you think!
Oh! And, as a final note - the title for this story was very gratefully borrowed from the band Correatown. It was perfect, and I had to use it.
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Jenny, by Walk the Moon
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Arizona
"When did we become the couple who spends forty minutes picking out a blender?"
I cross my arms over my chest, shifting a bit as my eyes scan over the massive wall of kitchen appliances in front of us. Honestly, we should have just gone to Target or something.
"We wouldn't be the couple who needs a new blender if someone hadn't broken ours last weekend," Callie doesn't glance up from her phone, but I can hear a hint of amusement colouring her tone, "besides, I'm researching here. How was I supposed to know our model got discontinued?"
"I didn't break it! It just...broke."
"It's almost like you're supposed to use the special ice mode for giant, frozen, chunks of fruit."
Scowling slightly, I cast my eyes toward the other woman's profile, noting a definite smirk curving the edge of her lips upward. She enjoys teasing me way too much.
"Blenders shouldn't be this complicated."
I scan over the numerous brands and models again, reaching for a relatively fancy looking one.
"Let's just get this one, Callie."
"Wait- no."
She bats my hand away, pocketing her phone, and walks down the aisle to a sleek, gunmetal gray model that looks like it has about a million settings and is constructed to take a speeding bullet.
"This one. It has fantastic reviews."
Glancing at the price tag, I blink a little in disbelief.
"For that price, it better."
I watch as my new wife carefully slides a box off the shelf, cradling the new kitchen toy like it's a baby. She raises an eyebrow, pointing with her free hand, and lets out a slight huff of breath.
"It'll be worth it."
Rolling my eyes with a slight chuckle, I follow her down the aisle and back towards the front of the high-end kitchen store where we line up at the cash register. I'm not about to argue. When it comes to anything food-related, I'm more than happy to let Calliope choose. Not that I can't cook - but in all fairness, she spends way more time in the kitchen than I ever will. Besides, we just got married again a month ago, and we're in newlywed bliss for the second time with each other - I have absolutely zero complaints about anything.
"Yes, darling."
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"Did you...make a milkshake? It's ten thirty at night. I didn't even hear-"
"That's because our new blender is super quiet," Callie just grins, walking around to my side of the bed, "one of its many, many features."
She dips a spoon into the dark, chocolaty shake and offers it to me, and I lean up to taste. Except before I have a chance, the brunette tips the spoon and spills the cold liquid over the top of my chest.
"Oops."
Raising her eyebrow slowly, she plucks the book from my hands and sets it aside, kneeling beside me on the bed.
"Let me just get that for you."
Before I even catch on to what's happening, Callie is leaning in, her warm tongue slowly trailing across the top of my breast, licking up the trail of chocolaty drink. The combination of the icy sensation and her warm breath as it skirts across my skin causes me to shiver, and I lean my head back against the headboard as I watch appreciatively.
"Is that how it's gonna be?"
She smiles, dark eyes flickering up innocently.
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
She dips the spoon into the milkshake again and makes a show of 'accidentally' spilling it a little further down my cleavage, and I can't help jump a bit in surprise.
"Oops, look at that. Happened again."
Leaning down, she licks a droplet from my skin, her free hand tugging the material of my tank top down further as her tongue dips low in between my breasts. A distinct shiver of arousal shoots through my body and I laugh breathlessly, grabbing the material from her and swiftly pulling it up and over my head. If this is how she wants to play tonight, then I'm certainly not going to deny her.
"I wouldn't want to get this dirty. It's one of my favourites."
My wife's grin grows exponentially as my top hits the floor, leaving me in only a pair of purple, cotton underwear, and as she swiftly places a hand on my shoulder and pushes me to my back I'm extremely glad that she closed the bedroom door on her way in and that Sofia is already long asleep. Her eyes darken even more as her gaze trails over my body, and all I can do is watch as she tips the glass in her hand and slowly, determinedly pours a cold, thin line of the perfectly blended beverage from the middle of my chest down past my belly button, licking her lips in anticipation.
"See? I told you the blender was worth it."
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