Authur's note: This is actually part of a multi-chapter fan fiction that I've have in mind for quite some time now, I just don't know if I'll ever get around to writing the whole thing. These particular scenes however, have been writing themselves in my head for the last couple of days and I just had to put them into words. Simply couldn't help myself, hehe.
Part 1
"Watch all the crap on the floor baby," she whispers huskily as she guides me through the dark dorm room, "I don't want you to fall on your ass again tonight."
I feel her smile against my lips as she tugs me closer, and as I pull away, she greedily tries to reclaim my mouth with her own. "Hey," I exclaim, "that was not my fault."
"Mm, sure it wasn't," she scoffs.
If it wasn't for the fact that her hands slowly travel down my body to settle at my hips and push me forward to rock our hips together, I would object. Because the not so gracious fall I managed earlier tonight, really wasn't my fault. I had no idea of the existing curb as I strayed around the street with Callie beside me. And it was dark. And she was next to me, which means she could have warned me or caught me falling but she did none of those things.
It really was more her fault than it was mine.
Even though I wasn't sober... Okay, so maybe it was a little bit my fault.
Right now though, I'm not really thinking about that. In fact, I don't even care who's fault it was. Right now, all I care about is Callie's body and how close it is to mine, how her hands are gripping my jeans to keep me close and how her tongue currently slips out of her mouth to graze my lips.
"Whatever, just stop talking," I snort and circle her tongue with my lips.
My heart is going insane because of the growing desire within me. I have never felt this strongly about anyone before, and I have never wanted her as much as I do in this moment.
And maybe it is because of the alcohol, or maybe it is because of the fact that she's been looking at me that way all night, or maybe it is because she's wearing black, tight jeans; gorgeous, black, high heels and a tight, tight top showing off the unbelievably perfect swell of her breasts and the cleavage it creates.
Noticed how many times I used the words 'black' and 'tight'? Yes, well, Calliope Torres is a fucking goddess in black, tight clothes. You know, even more than usual.
But, the fact that I am as turned on as ever, might also be because she's teasing me to no end right now. She's grinding against me and it sends a bolt of tingling electricity to my core, and I can practically feel myself getting wet.
I feel her thigh push up hard in between my legs and I have to pull away from the kiss to gasp for air. I close my eyes as I arch my head back and pant loudly. I hear Callie moan in appreciation as she latches her mouth onto my exposed neck. I feel her warm tongue against my skin as she sucks lightly at my pulse point and wraps her arms around my back, holding me tightly to her.
I lock my arms around her neck and desperately pull us backwards toward the bed.
Closer. Closer and harder, I need her closer and harder.
"Callie," I whisper, for some reason needing to call out to her.
"Arizona." She breathes the word out onto the skin of my neck.
I don't know if she realizes that I want this to go exactly in the direction that it is going. I want her. Now.
As the back of my legs hit the bed, I roughly pull us down onto it, Callie landing firmly on top of me.
God, I love how her body presses into mine this way.
"Now you're talking," she points out quietly and giggles against my ear before she lightly bites down on my earlobe.
"Mm," I mumble, "my bad."
I then take her face in my hands, removing it from where it's buried at my neck and bring it up to mine, crashing my lips against hers in a frenzied kiss. I push my tongue into her hot mouth and stroke it along hers, intensifying the kiss by the second. I keep my hands on her face, rubbing my thumbs against her flushed cheeks.
I am so turned on it's ridiculous. I've been turned on before, and we've been like this a few times before but it has never felt quite as intense as it does now.
I bend my leg so my thigh makes contact with her core and I feel her shiver as she instinctively rocks her hips forward for friction.
She pulls away from me suddenly. "Whoa," she breathes as she steadies herself with her arms on each side of me. She stops just inches from my face and we are both panting uncontrollably.
"Yeah," I agree and reach up to kiss her lips again, but I feel her hesitating. I pout and hold her face firmly in my hands to keep her from pulling away any further. "I'm down here." Why is she not kissing me? Why is she pulling away?
"I know, I know," she says and it sounds like an apology, but she reaches back down and presses her lips hard onto mine. "We should stop," she then says.
"Why?" I simply ask as I keep kissing her, but since she seems so hesitant, I go for her neck instead, kissing from her collarbone and all the way up to her jaw.
"Because, um..." she trails off. I can tell she's having trouble focusing.
Go figure.
"I-I'm... You..."
"Yes?" I run my hands from her face down over her chest – grazing her breasts and that delicious cleavage – to her stomach where I let my fingers play dangerously close to the hem of her sexy ass jeans.
Callie doesn't say anything else, and I'm getting impatient, so I quickly roll us over so we're both laying on our sides, facing each other. I attack her mouth with mine as my hands start to undo the button on her jeans.
She giggles against my mouth. "Arizona, don't start something you know we can't finish." She grabs my hands to make me stop and try to pull them up between our bodies, but I hold on to her jeans and shift my body back a little to look at her.
For the first time tonight, I feel a little nervous as I stare into the chocolate brown eyes of my girlfriend, and I quickly shift my gaze down to where my hands are before I ask, "What if I want to finish?" I'm ducking, but I bring my eyes back to hers to see what her reaction is.
She tilts her head and smiles apologetically at me as sighs. Her fingers stroke along my jaw when she says, "We've had this conversation already." There is a hint of irritation in her voice. "Like a million times."
We have come to this point before, where I want to take her clothes off and touch her in her most private places, and I would start doing so but she would always stop me. She has had sex before, and I haven't. And she stops me not because she doesn't want me to touch her – to make love to her – but because she doesn't want me to make love to her until I am ready for her to make love to me as well. And so far, I haven't been.
And me, I would just be happy to please her in any way, especially that way, even if I'm not ready for her to do the same thing for me yet.
Tonight is different.
"I know, but-"
"Arizona," she interrupts me. "Let's not go down this road again, please? I can wait. I want to wait. Until we can both feel good at the same time." She looks at me and touches my cheek with her fingertips. "I don't want it to be just me."
I shift so my body is closer to hers and place a hand on her face as I lean in to kiss her.
I really don't want to talk anymore.
Even though things has cooled down a little, my desire for her to touch me, to feel her inside of me is still there and as soon as she kisses me back, I feel like I will explode if she doesn't start taking my clothes off.
Bringing my free hand down to the button of my own jeans, I start to undo them, and Callie fails to notice.
Moving even closer to her, I roll over onto my back, removing my hand from her face and grabbing her by the front of her shirt to pull her in closer. I then grasp her hand with mine and guide it down my body and when I reach my jeans, I use one hand to grab the hem of my panties to guide Callie's hand inside.
But the second she realizes what I am doing, she pulls her hand up and stops kissing me.
She glares down at me in, fixing me with a hard stare.
"I want this," I say, leaning in to kiss her neck, desperate for her to understand just how much I want it. I wrap an arm around her waist, my hand going under her shirt at the small of her back as I suggestively rock my hips into her.
"Baby," she sighs, and I can tell she's torn. "I do too, but you're drunk."
I pull back to look at her and shake my head. "No," I say, but then realize that that's actually a lie.
I am most definitely drunk.
"I mean yeah," I add quickly, "but so what? I still want to." I graze my fingers across her lips, hungrily following them with my eyes as she closes hers.
"Um, yes, but that's because you're drunk," she says against my fingers.
Now I'm getting annoyed. "Seriously, Calliope, what do I have to do or say to convince you that I want you right now? That I want to feel you inside me?" I take her hand again to guide it down my body, but yet again, she stops me.
She groans loudly at my words and I can't help but smirk a little, loving the effect I have on her.
"Crap Arizona, geez, you're killing me here," she grunts. "Don't say that."
"But that's what I want! Come on Callie, trust me."
She opens her eyes and looks at me, sighing once more. "I do believe you, but I also believe that you feel so sure about this right now because you are intoxicated. You might feel differently about it in the morning." She takes both my hands and brings them to her face, kissing my knuckles. "If we do it now, what if you regret it?"
"I won't regret it," I state simply. I can see where she is coming from, even in my drunken state, but it just feels so right to me in this moment.
"Maybe you won't, but-"
"I won't," I blurt out, interrupting her. I look deeply into her eyes, and they shine with concern. I just want her so desperately to see that I mean what I am saying, I don't want her to worry. "I won't," I repeat, and I give her a quick kiss on the lips.
She sighs yet again. I know she only cares for me and that she's worried, and I love that about her, but I really wish she would just trust me on this.
"If you really want it, it can wait 'til the morning," she says. "And then we'll know it's not just the alcohol talking."
I pull back a little to look at her. "Just the alcohol?" I ask in disbelief. "Are you kidding me? Have you looked at yourself in the mirror lately? It's no wonder I want you so badly tonight and it's definitely not because of the damn alcohol."
She laughs quietly as she looks down at me.
I let out a hard breath in disappointment and defeat. "It's not the alcohol," I repeat in a whisper as I pout childishly at her.
"I know baby," she says quietly before planting a soft kiss on my lips.
"And it's not just your impeccable sexiness either," I add, and then I know my facial expression quickly changes into being more serious, because I know she notices the shift in me, I can see it in her face, in the way she looks at me. "You know how I feel about you," I say as I tuck a black curl behind her ear. "And that means more than anything else."
She leans in to place another soft kiss to my lips. "I know," she whispers. "But can we just, please, please wait at least until the morning? For me?"
I pout. "Fine."
She smirks at my fake crankiness before she leans in close to my ear. "And then I promise I'll do whatever you want me to do to you," she whispers.
I laugh heartily. "You better." I wrap my arms tightly around Callie and pull her in nice and close, kissing her until I need to stop and breathe. Her eyes are closed at first and she's breathing heavily, and I can see that she is trying to regain control. But then she opens her eyes, glares into mine and then shifts her gaze down my body. She brings her hands to my jeans and for just a second I think that she's changed her mind.
But her fingers expertly pulls the zipper up and puts the button back in its hole.
Damn it.
"You know," I start, "you might as well just get those off me because I won't sleep in them anyway."
"Well, maybe you should."
I narrow my eyes at her. "If it's so hard for you to keep your hands to yourself, I could just crash on the couch," I challenge her and start to get up and out of the bed.
She quickly sits up. "No, no," she complains as she grabs me by my wrist, pulling me back to her. "I want you next to me."
I sit on the edge of the bed and she settles behind me with her legs on either side of my body, her arms locked around me, pressing her front into my back.
"You sure you can handle that, Calliope?" I ask.
"Yes," she answers as she nods against my shoulder. "Stay with me." Her voice is warm, sincere and loving, and I can't help but smile to myself out of the pure happiness she bring out in me. She nuzzles her face into my neck and inhales, sending a shiver through me.
Her hands are pressed gently to my stomach, and I place both of mine on top of hers as I lean my cheek onto her head. A comfortable silence passes between us as we just enjoy being close to one another.
"You know that I want to, right?" Callie suddenly asks, catching me off guard. Now her voice sounds insecure and has a hint of sadness to it.
"What?" I blurt out before even giving myself a chance to realize what she's saying.
"I want to... Have sex with you," she says. "I really want to. I just want it to be right, I want it to be good for you," she explains as she fiddles with the hem of my shirt, her fingers grazing the skin on my lower abdomen every now and again. "I don't want it to be something you might regret afterward because we rushed it. I couldn't take it if I did something to you that hurt you or made you uncomfortable in any way."
I smile to myself, wondering how on earth I got so lucky, and suddenly I feel like I could wait forever only to make sure she believes I am ready.
"Baby I know," I say and kiss the crown of her head as I squeeze the hands placed underneath mine. "I appreciate that."
She is pressed so tightly against me that I can feel the steady beating of her heart against my back. It's a soothing feeling and makes me feel that much closer to her.
"I love you," she whispers softly into my hair.
That warm, fuzzy, unexplainable feeling settles in my chest at those words.
I turn around in her arms, smiling widely at her before I press my lips onto hers for what I am guessing is about the hundredth time tonight. As we mutually stop the kiss I look into her eyes for a little while as I move a strand of hair from her eyes. Then, wrapping my arms around her, I let my body melt into hers as I sigh contentedly.
"Wanna sleep?" I ask as I glace over at the clock on the night stand – 2:47. "It's pretty late," I add.
"She shifts her arms around me but doesn't let go. "Only if you don't sleep on the couch."
I chuckle silently. "I wouldn't dream of it."
We change into our pajamas in silence, and during the few seconds Calliope is only in her bra and panties, I can't help but stare. God, she's so beautiful. And sexy, and gorgeous, and incredible, and...
And I need to go to the bathroom. For two reasons. I actually do need to pee, and that's the first reason. Or maybe the second... Anyway, the other reason being my earlier arousal, as in, I need to physically remove the remnants of it.
"I'm just gonna use the bathroom," I say. "You got me pretty, uh... Um, you know..." I try to find an appropriate word here but, "Oh screw it," I don't know how to say it other than, "you got me wet."
Her eyes widen as she looks at me, a little shocked.
"What? It's not like you hadn't figured that out all by yourself already."
She laughs at that and I wink suggestively at her before I turn to head into the bathroom.
When I get back, she is sitting on the bed, waiting for me. I walk up to her and rest my arms on her shoulders, lacing my fingers together behind her neck. She brings her arms up to circle around my back and she burrows her face into my stomach. Stroking her hands firmly up and down my back, she kisses me through my pajama shirt before she looks up at me.
She has that very mischievous smile on her face that only she can pull off.
"What?" I ask suspiciously.
"My turn to go to the bathroom," she says. "You kind of... Made me wet too. You sexy you." She grins smugly at me and I return it, just as smug, if not more.
"You liked me saying that, did you?"
She bites her bottom lip and nods. "Sexy."
Then she lets her arms slip off my back as she stands up and brushes past me.
When she gets back I am already tucked into the covers, my eyes closed, nearly slumbering.
"You already sleeping baby?" she asks in a quiet whisper as she joins me under the comforter, cuddling close to me. She grazes her lips across my cheek before pressing them against my mouth as I start to move.
I turn around to face her. "Nuh-uh," I say. "Not before I get my goodnight kiss." My eyes still closed, I claim her lips with mine in a slow, gentle kiss.
"Mmm," she moans softly as we pause momentarily, "you taste good."
"Thanks," I simply say as I giggle and then kiss her again. "So do you."
My hands tug at her waist to pull her to me and the kiss instantly becomes more heated. Our tongues collide and all of a sudden hands roam everywhere and I am starting to think I will have to use the bathroom again soon if we don't stop.
I pull back for a second. "So," I start, and kiss her again before I add, "define 'morning'."
Her eyes widen and then she laughs loudly. "Get out, you!"
"Well, then you better stop what you are doing to me Torres, because..." I trail off. I bite my bottom lip and scrutinize her from top to toe and then stop at her eyes. "Wow."
She laughs again. "Perv. You're so drunk, let's just go to sleep."
Hope you guys liked it!
Part two should be up in a couple of days.