Author's Note: I'm uploading old fics from LJ onto Fanfiction so I can keep better track of my old writings...
Ghost Touch:
Drip… Drip…
The echo from the cascade of water from the broken pipe in Seattle Grace hospital still ran clear in Callie's mind, paralleling the dripping of her shower head as Calliope Torres turned the water on full blast, heat all the way up.
Stripping down to the nude, her curvy yet downright gorgeous body developed a layer of goose flesh that was only relieved as she stepped into the steaming water. The ache from a long, stressful day was eased away as the water pounded against her raven-haired scalp.
As she ran her hands through her long hair, Callie returned in her mind to a few hours earlier with Erica in Joe's bar. Shivers ran down her spine as the word, 'naked' reverberated in her ears. Erica had admitted to wanting to see her naked! The usually reserved, straight laced Erica Hahn had admitted to having not-so-nice thoughts about her best friend.
Not that Callie minded at all. In fact, thoughts of her best friend-turned-something-else crept into her mind, decimating all her other problems in the process, as she showered. Thoughts that weren't so immaculate. ..
Drip…Drip..
"I think I just hate him because he's seen you naked."
The ghost voice echoed in Callie head, and she could not help but throw her head back in pleasure as she felt a hand trail along her neck, soft lips peppering the path as the hand descended lower. The invisible hand dared to go lower, tracing Callie's collarbone and eventually reaching for her breast.
Callie gasped out loud as she felt the ghost hand gently caress her breast before roughly tweaking her now erect nipple. The unexpected phantom contact sent a wave of pleasure down to Callie's hot, warm center.
A second specter touch encircled Callie's other breast, causing her to hiss in surprise. Callie's caramel hand shot out and braced herself against the shower tile. A thumb flicked Callie's other already aching to be touched nipple, causing it to come to attention.
"Erica…" Callie hissed through clenched teeth as she felt her best-friend-turned-something-else's lips touch the back of her neck, sucking on her pulse point.
"Erica…" She moaned the name again like a deeply embedded mantra, as a hand slowly traced her supple curves, stopping only when it had reached her already warm center. A single finger lazily teased her outer folds, before suddenly and roughly entering her.
An cry echoed across the shower as Callie's hips bucked and she rode out her sudden orgasm. As she slowed down and came off the unbelievable high, her knees gave way and she found herself collapsed on the wet floor, Erica nowhere in sight. Only the faint dripping of the water to keep her company.
Drip... Drip...