AN: For my wonderful, other-side-of-the-world best friend, Catherine, who's made me smile more in the last few weeks than anyone has in months. Thank you for keeping me company as I wrote you, "Fluff so cute it makes my heart hurt," and the other half of what we can only deem The Best of Both Worlds.
And what better way to return to fic writing (after MONTHS!) than a bit of good ol' smut for a good ol' pal?
Tanned
Arizona tugged at her shirt, trying to find some semblance of a breeze in the crowded airport. Throngs of people milled about, arriving in dreary Seattle from warm, sunny locations, seemingly bringing the humid air in with them from their planes. She huffed, trying not to get overwhelmed by the heat or too caught up in just how red everyone's skin seemed. Sunshine was kind to no one, obviously.
Sofia huffed from within her arms, smiling up at her momma with a smug look of achievement. She'd been doing that all weekend; copying her. It drew Arizona's attention to her little face, a brush of laughter on her lips, despite the circumstances. Callie's plane had been due almost half an hour earlier, but still they were waiting. She admired her daughter's easy attitude, knowing that, if roles were reversed, she'd be complaining profusely.
A familiar click of heels pulled her gaze from their tiny human, looking up just in time to catch a glimpse of her wife striding toward them. Their eyes met, a smile instinctively stretching Arizona's cheeks. Within seconds, Callie was swooping them into a hug, Sofia giggling into the cocoon of arms.
"Oh God, I missed you," Callie murmured, pressing a quick kiss against Arizona's lips before lifting their daughter out of her momma's arms. "You grew!" she exclaimed, tugging at Sofia's pink sweater, "I told Momma not to feed you while I was gone."
Arizona laughed, stroking a hand down their little girl's back. "It's pretty hard to say no to her," she rebutted, eyes dancing across her wife's face. Unlike the other passengers, Callie seemed to glow. The sun had been kind to her Spanish skin, warming it to a dark shade of brown wherever it peeked out from beneath her sweater. Arizona licked her lips, wondering just how much of Callie the sun had been able to touch.
Callie caught the look of lust, smirking when blue eyes flitted back to her face. "You're so beautiful," she whispered, leaning towards her wife for another peck on the lips.
"Mmm," Arizona hummed, pulling away, "Nothing compared to you."
Callie laughed, pressing her mouth into Sofia's hair as the little girl squirmed with excitement.
"Let's go home," Arizona said, reaching behind them to grab the handle of Callie's luggage.
Callie took her other hand, entwining their fingers as she adjusted their daughter on her hip. "Yes please," she agreed. "Did you have a good weekend?" she asked, turning her attention back to Sofia for a giggle-fueled conversation.
God, Arizona had missed her, too.
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"I missed putting her to sleep," Callie whispered, dropping onto the couch next to her wife. "It felt so wrong to be having drinks in Miami, when I knew it was bath time here."
"Oh, you poor thing," Arizona teased, "Having to drink cocktails."
Callie laughed, pinching at her wife's side.
Arizona smiled, tipping her head so it rested on Callie's shoulder. "I love that we've settled you down. I prefer having you at home."
Callie shook her head, turning so she could look into Arizona's eyes. "You didn't settle me down; you made me happy."
The smile slipped off Arizona's face, a soft wave of emotion taking its place. She leaned forward for a kiss, meeting her wife's lips for longer than they'd allowed themselves in the airport. "I missed you so much," she whispered, peppering kisses across Callie's cheeks. "And this tan," she murmured, her lips pausing on the stretch of neck just below her jaw line. "This tan is enough to want to send you back."
Callie chuckled, tilting her head to allow Arizona more room as she sucked at her pulse point. "You like it, huh?" she asked, kneading at the swell of flesh above the waistband of Arizona's pants, nudging her t-shirt up so she could stroke her thumb along creamy skin. "Because I was thinking of holing up in our apartment with you all winter and getting really pale, but if you prefer the tan..."
Arizona smirked, nipping gently at Callie's collar bone. "That sounds good, too. But right now? I'm enjoying this." She tugged at her wife's sweater, lowering the neck line so she could get a glance at the dark satin bra underneath. "And this," she whispered, lifting her gaze back to Callie's dark brown eyes, her pupils expanding within the iris.
"That's good," Callie whispered back, sliding her hand up the back of Arizona's shirt, "Because I worked very hard on this." Her fingers found the snap of her wife's bra, slipping the hooks out of place with one well-practiced hand.
"How hard?" Arizona asked, joining their mouths in another kiss. She tugged gently on Callie's lower lip as she pulled away, her own fingers seeking out the button of dark skinny jeans that couldn't possibly have been comfortable on the six hour flight. "How did you fly in jeans?" she found herself muttering, her thoughts answered with a giggle.
"I changed in the airport bathroom," Callie admitted, "I wanted to look nice when you saw me. I spent the whole weekend in this awful pair of khaki shorts and tank tops. I forgot how warm it was in Miami at this time of year."
Arizona smiled. "You're always beautiful," she promised.
Their lips pressed together once again, finally parting when Callie slid her tongue along her wife's lower lip. She flicked her tongue against the inside of Arizona's cheek, one or both of them humming in approval - she wasn't quite sure which.
They pulled apart slowly, Arizona quickly filling the warm silence. "You didn't answer my question." Callie's brows furrowed, eliciting a grin. "Just how hard did you work on this tan?"
Callie blushed, dropping her chin self-consciously. "I might've skipped a couple of presentations," she said softly, "So I could go lay on the beach."
"Hmmm," Arizona hummed, thumbs hooking on the bottom of Callie's sweater. "What did you wear on the beach, Calliope?" she asked, her voice lowering huskily.
Callie felt a rush of warmth surge through her as Arizona lifted her sweater over her head, revealing even more sun-tinged skin. The flush had made her scar more prominent, displaying itself loudly from the space between her breasts, but Arizona barely even seemed to notice, her eyes instead dancing across the dark brown plane of her stomach. Her hand slipped slowly around Callie's side, massaging the warmth of a hip as her eyes made their way up to full breasts, still restrained in black cups. She leaned closer, studying before reaching around to undo the bra and complete the display.
She smiled, tossing the black satin behind the couch before kissing a path up a thin, untouched patch of skin. "Did you wear the red bikini, Calliope?" she murmured against the top of a breast, lips still tracing the outline of a bikini top she knew all too well.
Callie hummed out a response, heading tipping backwards as her wife wrapped her mouth around a quickly hardening nipple. She tugged at Arizona's t-shirt, urging her to remove it. It tumbled to the floor with her bra, as well as Arizona's, and she instantly pulled her wife closer against her. Their breasts rubbed together, both mumbling out a heated sigh before crashing their mouths into another, needier, kiss.
Callie welcomed Arizona's tongue into her mouth, flicking at it with her own as another rush of heat filled her stomach. Fluid pooled between her legs, making her groan.
Arizona answered with a roll of her hips, lifting a leg over her wife's body so she was straddling her. "I missed you so much," she swore in a breath, her lower half grinding quickly as if to prove just how much.
A huff echoed out of the baby monitor, making them both freeze, lips less than an inch apart. They waited silently, both praying the little sound wouldn't be the beginning of wails. After a minute of silence they looked at each other, giggling softly.
"Maybe we should take this to our room," Callie suggested, one of her hands sliding off Arizona's waist to cup a still-clothed ass.
Arizona shrugged, sliding off her wife's lap and offering a hand to help her up. "If that'll get your pants off faster," she whispered against her ear, sucking gently on her ear lobe before rounding the couch. She leaned over slowly, picking their clothing up off the floor with her back to Callie.
Callie swallowed, eyes tracing the edges of her wife's ass in a pair of black yoga pants that she decided abruptly were definitely her new favourites. She stepped forward to cop another feel as Arizona stood back up, arms full of their tops and bras. Arizona moaned softly, leaning against her.
"You better hurry up," Callie murmured, "Or we might not get our pants off at all." She wrapped an arm around Arizona to prove her point, slipping her fingertips into the waistband of her wife's pants, groaning when she found no underwear hidden beneath. "Are you going commando, Dr. Robbins?" she asked softly, nuzzling against her neck.
Arizona moaned again, rolling her hips slightly in an effort to make Callie's hand wander lower. "I really, really missed you," she whispered.
"Oh," Callie said, nipping a trail down the side of her wife's neck. "So you were hoping I'd just slip my hand into your pants and fuck you, then?"
The word made Arizona's knees buckle slightly, leaning heavily against Callie's bare front. The tightened nubs of nipples rubbed against her back, releasing another moan from her throat. She managed only a nod in response to Callie's question, closing her eyes as she felt a rush of wet warmth fill the space between her legs.
"Are you wet?" Callie husked, wrapping her lips around Arizona's earlobe. She sucked slowly, humming as she felt her wife shiver beneath her fingertips. When all she got was another moan in response, she pushed her hand lower, slipping a finger through warm slit. "You are," she breathed as fluid clung to her index finger.
Arizona whimpered, bucking her hips against her wife's hand. "Please," she begged.
"Please what?" Callie coaxed, hand stilled with just one finger in Arizona's labia.
"Please," Arizona sighed, pushing her ass into Callie's crotch, "Please f-fuck me."
Callie acquiesced the plea, pressing two frantic fingers hard against her wife's clit, swirling it slowly before building momentum. Her hips rolled against Arizona's backside, more of her own wetness collecting in her black thong.
Within minutes, they were both panting loudly, Arizona's legs shaking with the impending release of an orgasm. "Please," she begged once again.
Callie answered by slipping her other hand up off Arizona's hip, underneath the bundle of clothing still clutched to her chest, and twisted a nipple quickly. A few more rolls of the nub and Arizona stiffened in her hold, a guttural moan emerging from her. Callie rubbed her clit slowly as the aftershocks dissipated, Arizona finally slumping against her.
"I missed you, too," Callie whispered, gently kissing a path down Arizona's neck.
Arizona turned slowly, wrapping her lips around her wife's. She smiled, eyelids still hooded. "I love you so much," she whispered into the space between them. "And I really, really love your tan."