AN: So this is just pure smut because… who doesn't need a little Ariliza smut?! ;)
I've had the worst day today, so to say that I'm looking forward to unwind and shoot down a couple of drinks with my girlfriend at Joe's would be the understatement of the year. I'm going as fast as I can, knowing that my blonde bombshell has been waiting for me the last hour or so. When I enter the bar, I'm immediately met with the smell of booze, sweat and nuts. Just as a bar should smell like. One thing I love about this bar is the fact that it means me finally getting to see and touch my girlfriend whom I haven't seen since yesterday morning, our schedules being far off. I take in the room, the crowd, and then I spot the woman I've missed fiercely. There she is… looking beautiful as ever, dark slim jeans hugging her legs, a loose light green shirt showing of her incredibly strong arms. Her hair's lightly curled, making her look like a goddess in disguise. And as I move closer to where she's standing at the counter, her cleavage pops right into my face, teasing me instantly. She clears her throat, my eyes going straight to her face. Arizona wears a mischievous expression, her eyes a shed darker than usual.
"Hi there, Dr. Minnick," she smirks. "See something you fancy?"
"Actually I do," I smirk right back at her, my hand finding the lower of her back. "You look amazing," I whisper into her ear, not really caring that my tongue somehow found the shell of her ear, running down the length of it. Arizona moans in return which sends a shiver down my spine.
"I've missed you," she says sweetly, squinting her eyes at me before waving the bartender to serve us. "One beer for me and four shots of tequila for my girlfriend."
"You're buying me four shots and drink one beer yourself… what's wrong with that picture?" I ask her, questioning her order and her intentions.
Arizona just laughs, taking a swig of her bottle as its placed before her on the counter. "You're an hour late, I've already had my shots," she clarifies, her dimples popping out… just as that freaking cleavage does.
"You know… it's pretty mean flashing that thing," I say, pointing at her chest and that goddess cleavage. "…when you've got no intention of doing anything about the lurking guys you've already won over in the last hour or so."
My girlfriend stares at me in what I interpret as awe. I don't know if it's because I surprised her or caught her bad intentions, but when it comes to Arizona's rack I've always got something to say. And somehow I think she loves it.
"And why do you think my intentions are bad, Eliza?" Arizona raises her eyebrow, biting down on her lip. Oh my God… that look. She knows it goes straight to my center, she knows it! And now she uses it against me, it's no fair.
"How many drinks exactly have you bought tonight?" I simply ask her, pressing my thighs together. My hand caressing the skin under her shirt, just above the hem of her jeans.
"5," she states proudly.
"And if you don't count this round?"
"Then…" Arizona hesitates, her lips suddenly at my cheek. They rest there for a second too long, then they trace down my jawline. This makes my entire body shiver in delight, and she knows the effect she's having on me. No… no!
"Then what, Arizona?" I collect myself. Her lips are still leaving little kisses on my jawline, nearing the spot on my neck that drives the both of us crazy. The spot where neck becomes shoulder, right there… right there! And so she goes…
"Then. None," she states without hesitation. When her tongue is about to dwell at the special spot on my neck, she trails off, leaving me frustrated. Her face appears right in front of me, her eyes dark and beautiful. My eyes instantly seek out her boobs…again. Jesus Christ, those boobs. "My intentions are never bad, Eliza, you should know."
I can't remember why my day had been bad. I'm frankly having a hard time remembering my own name. But I do not care right this moment. This gorgeous woman is testing me, but I'm in no place to be tested. I can't take it, not today. But this woman, this fantastic woman is spinning me around, twirling me around her little finger and you know what… I let her because… well, because it's Arizona Robbins. Because it's the hottest woman to have ever stepped upon the face of the Earth. She can do whatever she wants to do with me, to me, on me, inside of me. As long as it involves me cumming, as long as it involves her moaning or thrusting, as long as it involves heavy breathing and wet kisses. I'm all for it.
"Eliza?" Arizona asks me tenderly, her hand now on my cheek. "Where did you go?" she smiles.
"Bathroom," I blurt out, grabbing her wrist and pulling her after me. All I hear is Arizona giggling behind me, her other hand on one of my cheek buts, squeezing it as I try to get us through the crowd and into one of the bathroom booths. Her hand maybe, maybe not slip under the hem of my dress.
Arizona smirks smugly when I hurl her into one of the booths, slamming the door shut and locking it behind us. Pressing my girlfriend against the locked door, I kiss her fiercely, not wasting any more time. I need to have her now.
"What took you so long?" Arizona moans hoarsely when we get up for air, her eyes closed.
I don't answer, I just ravish the beauty that is Arizona pressed against a cold surface. This is perfect. A mix of hot and cold. It's magnificent and oh so hot. Arizona writhes, trying to suppress her moans my lips are causing her. She knows it's not polite to moan freely at a public place, but she also knows that I looove when she does. I'm betting that she's thorn right about now.
I continue to ravish her neck, my hands working their way down her perfect body. I make sure to ghost her hardened nipples, electing yet another lingering moan. I press my center against hers, thanking God for having helped me to decide to wear a light summer dress. Arizona clearly enjoys my choice of clothes as well, her hands now for sure groping my ass, having scooted the fabric up my thighs. The friction is amazing but I need more. As fun as it is to make my girlfriend all hot and bothered in a dirty bar bathroom, I desperately need more. Slowing my kisses and my actions, she opens her pools of cerulean. We connect our eyes, making each other our life anchors. I smile at her which she returns with a soft kiss. When we break, Arizona nods her head slightly. That's all the permission I need.
I unzip her zipper, slipping my hand into her jeans to cup her outside her panties. The heath I'm met with is life changing. It's making my center soak through my own panties. She's heavenly and to think that she's mine. That's just too much right now, but I won't give it up. No chance, not ever.
"Eliza," she draws, her hips bucking into my hand. "Touch me."
"I am, Arizona," I smirk, enjoying that she's not the only one having this kind of effect.
"More… more," she begs, bucking harder against me. She laches herself onto my neck, sucking, while she hugs me with one arm around my shoulders; the other arm still attached to my but cheek.
I can't deny this woman anything and I really want to feel her wetness on my skin, so I do as she wants. I give her more. I slip my hand out of her jeans, making her whine in frustration. Using both my hands to drag her jeans down her thighs, I remove her panties just as smoothly. I place my right hand on the door behind her, needing the leverage. And then I cup her again, her juices running into my hand. I moan at the sudden moisture in my hand while she leans in and kisses me with full force. I run two fingers up her folds, bathing them in her liquid, before adding pressure to her bundle of nerves. She hisses out, a big moan escaping her throat. It causes my own center to run over.
"Please," she begs one more time, her lips all over my mouth. Her teeth scrap my teeth, biting down on my tongue. "Eliza…"
I wait no more. Pushing my fingers inside of her she takes me so very expertly, my fingers fitting into her like they were made to do so. I pound into her heath again and again, Arizona's back slamming into the door. She's using whatever strength she's gathered to ride my fingers alongside my thrusting, making this an even rhythm. As I continue to slam into her, I let my head fall to her chest, my tongue instantly planting itself in between her breasts, collecting every drop of sweat and Arizona I can get. She uses this position to rest her head upon me as I bend my neck. I put more pressure to her clit with my thumb, Arizona's head slamming into the door behind her in pure ecstasy. I use her exposed neck as a path to lick and suck on, Arizona trying desperately not to cum just yet, enjoying the sensation too much. She screws up her eyes, biting down her lip and I swear, it will leave a mark. She's so damn hot, I can't believe she's real and she's right here. The music from inside the bar vibrates all the way into the bathroom, making our grunting and moaning almost soundless… almost. Thrusting into her with a strong pound, slowly removing my fingers just outside of her aching core only to fil her again, I go about this procedure three more times. Arizona's taking all she's giving, she's taking all of me and I wouldn't have it any other way.
"L-let me c-cum, E-liz-liza," Arizona begs hoarsely, her breathing uneven. Her hair's all messed up, just how I like it when I fuck her like this. It spikes me on to know that I'm the one doing this to her. That I'm the one making her want to cum. It's an honour, really. And with that, I curl my fingers inside of her, keeping her body flushed against the cold surface. She goes stiff, her jaw fixed, her mouth agape. She's pure utopia. She's not real except that she is. When her jaw relaxes, I slowly move inside of her, dragging out the last of her orgasm as she comes back to this reality.
"Who's-who's the one with the bad intentions, huh?" Arizona breathes. I pull out of her, smiling as she watches me place my fingers in my mouth.
"Who? Me? Never," I fake innocence as I swirl my tongue around every inch of my fingers, intensely enjoying everything Arizona has given me. Arizona licks her lips in anticipation.
"My turn," she goes to pull up her panties and jeans, zipping them impressively quick before looking me straight into my eyes. "Come on…" Arizona's dimples luring me in.
"Where to?"
"I've always wanted to fuck you in a cab. No time like the present, ay?" Arizona reveals, unlocking the booth and then walking out, leaving me dumbfounded.
AN2: So there... I hope you enjoyed it :) Feel free to review!