This chapter: Don't say I didn't warn you!
Also, I speak only conversational Spanish and I never write in the language. I got some help on the translating but any mistakes or confusion are entirely my fault.
Chapter 2: It's Easy to Survive When You're in Girl Fever
Arizona leaned against Callie's bedroom doorway and smiled as the brunette hastily tossed piles of clothes off the bed and onto the floor.
"Ahh…. Shit," Callie exclaimed when she tripped on a wadded-up pair of scrub pants. "I—I haven't exactly been sleeping here so…"
Arizona tilted her head in mild confusion. "You haven't been sleeping here? Does that mean you've been sleeping… hmm… somewhere else?"
"What? Oh!" Callie laughed uncertainly. "No, nothing like that. I, ah, I've been sleeping on the couch." Now Arizona's smile was full blown. "The bed, it's just so big and, well, the TV is in the living room and Cristina's sleeping in the—"
"Calliope," Arizona interrupted the tirade. She stepped towards the stuttering girl and took the t-shirt out of Callie's wringing grasp. They were both nervous, Arizona realized. Nervous like it was their first night together. Well, nothing settles nerves like a little mutual embarrassment. "The night," Arizona took a deep breath, "the night I left here and we broke up, I checked in to the Archfield. I couldn't… I just couldn't go home. I stayed in a hotel barely two blocks from my apartment."
"Seriously?" Callie whispered.
"Seriously," Arizona nodded and glanced at the t-shirt she was holding. "Isn't this mine?" She gestured to Amos Lee's Southern Girl HeyHeysilkscreen.
"Umm… I don't know. Maybe it is," Callie blushed. "Maybe I've been sleeping in it like some pining teenager in a bad vampire movie."
Arizona couldn't help it, she laughed out loud. "So, let me get this straight. You've been sleeping on the couch in my t-shirt. I'm picking up shifts at the hospital to avoid going home alone. Obviously the break-up experiment was a bust." Callie grinned as Arizona continued, "Tonight, Callie, what I would really like—what I would really like is to sleep. In this bed. With you. To sleep in this bed with you."
"Me too." Callie gently lifted off Arizona's top and slipped the Amos Lee t-shirt over her head. "You wear this and we'll both get some sleep. Sleep," Callie moaned and backpedaled Arizona until they tumbled into the bed together.
"Calliope," Arizona started to giggle but her eyes widened when she saw Callie rising onto her elbows to cage Arizona's head. Brushing a blonde strand of hair away from her eyes, Callie leaned down and pressed her lips softly to Arizona's.
"Calliope." This time her name came out in a shaky hum. Snaking a hand around Callie's neck to tangle in her hair, Arizona tugged her back for another long kiss. When she saw Arizona's eyes drift shut, Callie rolled until they were both lying on their sides, Arizona nestled against the curves of Callie's body. Reaching to turn off the lamp, Callie brushed a last kiss to Arizona's cheek and whispered, "Sleep."
"Only children. There are only children here. Only—"
Callie's eyes fluttered open and anxiously searched her surroundings. "Arizona, where are—" She started to ask until realizing in a rush that they were in her bedroom, not the hospital. There was no shooter; only a dreaming Arizona and—Callie glanced at the clock—and 4:30 in the morning. "Terrific," Callie muttered, dragging one weary hand through her hair before rolling towards Arizona.
"Arizona, Baby, shhh. Come on, baby." Callie shook Arizona's shoulders gently.
"Only children. Please…" Arizona's voice was rising towards a panicked plea and Callie instinctively measured the heartbeats racing beneath her palm.
"Dr. Robbins," Callie spoke more firmly while still lightly shaking the sleeping girl. Her Peace Corps stretch at the Dakwi refugee camp in Botswana had taught Callie to handle victims and witnesses to violence with particular care. She knew from experience that you could do more harm than good by startling someone out of a nightmare. Pulling Arizona tightly against her chest, Callie murmured in her ear, "Baby, you're safe. We're safe. You're kids are safe. It's only a dream Arizona. Only a dream." She could feel it the moment Arizona woke up; a shudder shook the body cradled against Callie's chest and one quiet sob escaped. "There you are," she continued quietly when Arizona placed a tender kiss on the curve of her breast, leaving behind a stain of tears on Callie's tank top. "Only a dream."
Suddenly realizing what Callie was whispering to her, Arizona closed her eyes briefly. "Shit," she swiped at her tears with the back of her arm. "I'm sorry."
"Sorry?" Callie only tightened her grip when an irritated Arizona moved to flop over on her back. "Sorry for what?"
"For this," Arizona sniffled. "Stupid crying. You're all snuggly and sleeping and—and I'm stupid crying."
"Oh, that," Callie drawled. "You are, stupid crying." She poked Arizona in the ribs. "And for what? You only locked down a floor of sick children, sedated a scared eight year old with a ruptured appendix, and possibly made all sorts of major life commitments to your hot, hot, hot girlfriend." Arizona laughed. "Oh yeah, andthere was a crazy shooter on the loose trying to kill our friends."
"Calliope, I shouldn't—" Arizona snorted "—we shouldn't laugh."
"I know," Callie heaved and scooted closer. "I'm just saying, your crying, it's not so stupid."
"I guess. It's only that… You're not crying." Arizona's tone was mildly accusing.
"Umm… No, I'm not?"
"You're not crying and you didn't panic and you were sleeping. Not having nightmares."
"Arizona—"
"It's not like I want you to suddenly start crying. It's just… I'm supposed to be a good man in a storm. I always thought…" Arizona sat up against the wall and curled her knees to her chest. "My brother, he fought in a war. A war. So did my father and my grandfather. Three uncles and my cousin Julie. The Robbins', we're good men in a storm. So I used to imagine, the way you do, that if something like this ever happened, I would be brave and strong and" she scoffed, "maybe even a little heroic. Nope, not true. I wasn't any of those things. I panicked. I…" she trailed off.
"Arizona—" Callie tried to speak but Arizona interrupted before she could finish.
"And you!" She rested her cheek on her knees so she could look at Callie. "You got up and you stood in front of the man with a gun. You talked to him and you helped him." Callie cringed slightly at Arizona's choice of words but remained silent. "You stood between me and a gun. A gun, Calliope. When I close my eyes, that is what I imagine now. I see you, standing in front of a gun."
Callie moved to sit in front of Arizona and tugged on her legs until their knees touched. "Arizona, listen to me, because this is important. I stood between you and a gun," she said as Arizona's eyes filled with fresh tears, "because you were covering the body of a child. When Clark came into the room, I was the one who panicked. I froze. Literally froze. It might have been seconds or it might have been hours before I moved. But you…You threw yourself on top of that little girl in an instant. An instant, Arizona. You don't think that was heroic? Want to call Ruby's parents and ask them what they think about that? You are a good man in a hurricane, Arizona Robbins, and today, you made your grandfather very proud."
Arizona's hand trembled when she cupped it against Callie's cheek. "You make me feel so much better, Calliope Torres. Just looking at me with your super magic smile, you make me feel better."
"Hey! That's my line!"
Arizona shrugged, "it was a pretty good one, too, as lines go. It certainly worked on Ruby," she joked. "And Callie?" Arizona lifted her other hand to hold Callie's gaze steady, "those major life commitments I maybe made to my hot, hot, hot girlfriend? I did."
Callie searched Arizona's eyes before whispering, "Yeah?"
"Yes," Arizona replied with a nod, "because when I close my eyes, I see you standing in front of a gun. I see losing my chance to find out how great we could be, together. And it shatters me. Shatters me," she repeated. "So," Arizona sat back and rubbed the last of her tears from her cheeks, "I need you. I need you to take away what I see when I close my eyes."
"Hmm…" Callie grinned. "How do you suggest I do that?" She slid a hand up the side of Arizona's thigh.
"You could talk to me."
"Talk?" The creeping hand stopped at Arizona's hip.
"Yes, Calliope, talk. Tell me a story."
"You want me to tell you a story?" Callie pouted.
Arizona patted Callie's shoulder affectionately. "Uh huh. Just make something up."
Callie rolled her eyes before a smile slid slowly across her face. It was the kind of 'get ready for this' smile that always made Arizona's heart take one swift tumble inside her chest. That feeling, the swooping and soaring feeling, was the best high Arizona knew. She spent every moment with Callie waiting to recreate the sensation.
"Come here. " Callie tugged on Arizona until the blonde was sprawled atop Callie from head to toe, her head nestled on Callie's chest. "I can do better than just the story. I'll scratch your back."
Arizona lifted her head in cheerful surprise. "You will? The way I like it, all soft and slow? For a long time? Without stopping? Or complaining?"
Callie laughed. "Yeah, yeah, just the way you like it, even though you never return the favor. But whatever." Arizona's smile was bright as she reached to pull her t-shirt around her shoulders.
"You know what," Callie said, "if we're gonna do this, let's do it right. Let's just take the shirt off, shall we? "
"Oooh, ok," Arizona let Callie tug her shirt over her head. "That way you can get my shoulders and my arms and neck and… Yay." Arizona sighed as Callie began slowly trailing nails, just barely touching her, in rhythmic and goosebump-inducing circles all along her exposed back. When Callie began to speak softly, it took a moment for Arizona to actually comprehend the words as she snuggled into Callie's chest, lulled by the blended rumble of her girlfriend's voice and steady heartbeat.
"…So, anyway, this girl, she's talking to me and I'm barely hearing her. Here I am, basically crying in a bar bathroom like some drunk co-ed, and this blonde girl I've never met, with eyes sparkling like Miami sunshine, is rambling on about hospital gossip. I'm sad and embarrassed and she's all, 'people talk', and smiling and… Perky." After a year with Arizona, Callie still couldn't keep the smirk out of her voice.
Arizona pinched Callie on the biceps. "I already know this story, Calliope. I kind of wrote it, remember?"
Callie laughed softly. "Oh no, trust me, you do not know this version. Just listen." She smiled when she felt her girlfriend shiver slightly and press a kiss between her breasts. Callie's nails continued their journey down Arizona's spine. "Hmm. Where was I? Right, you're perky and I'm…not. And so this girl, because at this point you weren't my girl, you were still just 'this girl', you know?"
Arizona nodded and smiled to herself.
"This girl, I think she's telling me that she knows something about Erica which is just great because I'm barely even out as—as a person open to relationships with members of either sex," Callie hedged. "I'm not even out and here's this girl I've never met telling me that she knows I was dumped in a parking lot by a world-renowned heart surgeon who barely told me goodbye." Arizona ran her hand softly down Calliope's free arm before linking their fingers loosely. "Not exactly my best moment," Callie continued.
"So anyway, she's talking, this girl, and I'm barely listening before all of a sudden she's kissing me. Just softly laying her lips on mine in Joe's bathroom, of all places. And I am blown away. As in, clichés-have-yet-to-be-written-about-this blown away. But before can even participatein the kiss, the girl is pulling away and smiling this crazy dimpled smile and backing out the door. Leaving. Leaving me with my world rocked. Luckily, my brain reengaged in time and just as she was reaching for the door I shouted 'Wait!'"
"No you didn't, you—" Arizona lifted her head to disagree.
"Shh," Callie placed their joined fingers across Arizona's lips. "My story, remember?" She trailed her hand along the side of Arizona's rib cage to a spot she knew would make Arizona arch with ticklish pleasure. "Settle back down and listen."
"Mmmm." Arizona laid her head back on Callie's chest as her body tried in vain to follow the mesmerizing movements of Callie's fingertips. "Ok."
"So, the girl, she turns around and looks at me with this little half smile. You know, where one side of her lips goes up and the other side is sort of waiting to see what happens next. That smile kills me," Callie said thoughtfully. "What am I supposed to do? I have to have this girl. So I step towards her and I slowly back her against the door, caging her between my hands on either side of her head. Leaning in, I swallow her quiet 'Oh' as place my lips on hers. My tongue swoops in to control her mouth and we battle for each other's taste. This kiss isn't soft or chaste; it's all speed and urgency and impatience. I can't hear her moan, but I can feel it as she lightly sucks on my tongue, using this amazing little trick I have never felt before. Unable to stop myself, my open hand cups the side of her face and forcefully caresses down her neck and across her chest until, finally, I palm her breast through her silky shirt and padded bra. With my other hand I reach down and I silently flip the lock on the bathroom door."
"You…" Arizona's breath shuddered out. Swoop. Soar. "You do?"
Callie smiled. "Yeah, I do." Her fingernails now traced along Arizona's hips, curving ever so slightly inwards. "And I can feel, through the layers, I can feel her nipple tightening, extending right into the center of my palm, so I use the heel of my hand to rub circles across the tip, raising my other hand to grip this girl behind the neck and pull her into me. It was like I wanted to somehow absorb her into my person. I used my hips to hold her against the door, inserting my thigh between hers so that eventually she was delicately riding my thigh while we kissed, whimpering in tune to her movements, with the friction from her jeans intensifying the heat I knew was dripping between her legs. "
"Oh. " Arizona couldn't stop her hips from rotating in one firm circle against Calliope's. "God."
Callie, still calm but now breathing heavily, allowed her fingertips to drift to Arizona's ass, tracing the same rhythmic circles there as she had along her back. "The girl, I guess she wanted to touch me too and—"
"She did," Arizona interrupted.
"—her hands streaked under my shirt and between our bodies, moving rapidly towards the buttons of my pants. But I don't want the moment to end and if she touches me, it's all over. So, without warning, I turned her around, bracing her front against the door and briefly pressing my body into her back. Wrapping my arms around her middle, I turned us both again, so that our eyes lock in the mirror. And there she is, smiling that same half smile while her body is pressing back against mine. With my arms still wrapped around her, I trace my tongue along the line of skin exposed by her jacket, lingering over her pulse as it beats, beats, beats under my lips." Callie leaned down to kiss Arizona in that exact spot and Arizona stretched her neck in supplicant offering. "The girl, she reaches up to undo the front clasp of her bra before burying both hands in my hair, holding me in place. Freed from her bra and her arms reaching above her head, I can see both her nipples straining against her silk shirt, begging for attention. I reach one hand under her shirt to fondle her breasts while I use my other hand to unbutton her jeans. All this time, she is watching me, watching herself in the mirror, waiting to see what I will do next. Like the low hum of a fan, I can hear the noises coming from Joe's—bad music, glasses clanging, laughter—but all of that activity is somewhere else. There is only she and I in this place. In this moment. Looking directly into her reflected eyes, I shove my hand underneath her jeans and her panties and slide immediately into slick, wet, glorious heat."
"Oh. My. God." Arizona's legs fell to either side to straddle Callie so that she—all that slick, wet, glorious heat—pressed fully against Callie. Forcefully turning Callie's head with her hand, Arizona pressed their lips together, immediately invading her girlfriend's mouth with her tongue. Using the trick Callie described before, Arizona wrapped her tongue around Callie's and sucked it into her mouth. When Callie groaned and dug her nails sharply into Arizona's ass, Arizona bit ever so lightly on Callie's tongue before finally pulling away. "You continue with your story, please. I'll just be over here." And with that she dropped her head towards Callie's stomach, tracing each exposed inch of skin as she raised Callie's shirt above her breasts.
"Umm…" Callie had to close her eyes to concentrate on the story. "Well, so my hand, it's inside her pants and… Jesus, Arizona." Arizona bit lightly on the end of Callie's last extended rib bone. "And…umm… ok. I pinch her nipple and I trace my tongue up her neck to her earlobe and at the same time I slide three fingers inside her. And these three things, all happening at once, these three things, they're too much for her and she starts trembling, shaking against me and thrusting her hips into my hands, all the time watching in the mirror. Her breasts are perfect; they fit perfectly in my hand and the nipple is so hard it scrapes against my palm. I can tell she's really sensitive around her breasts because when I scrape my nails, just really lightly, across both tips, I can see her bite hard on her bottom lip to keep from crying out. Her jeans, they're pretty tight. Not too tight or anything but just tight enough to really hold my hand against her and my fingers can barely move so, really, she has to do all the work. But that's no problem 'cause she's already moving her hips against my hand and it's, God, it's so hot. Every time her hips shift forward my fingers sink deeper inside all that soft heat and when her hips shift backwards her sexy, jean-clad ass bumps and rubs against my hoo-ha."
Arizona laughed lightly and gently bit the bottom curve of Callie's breast at her deliberate use of Arizona's favorite, and kid-friendly, term for 'vagina.'
"And she's shaking and watching and thrusting and groaning, and all of a sudden she tightens around my fingers—" Arizona was actively crushing her hips against Callie's at this point "—and her hands grip my hair and she turns her head into my ear and moans softly, 'Caaallliiooopppeee.'"
With that last moan ringing in her ears, Arizona slid bonelessly off of Callie's body, lying on her back and attempting to catch her breath. Callie shivered at the sudden cold and turned to smile at her girlfriend.
"God, Calliope. What was that?"
"That was my story. You said you wanted a story."
"Did you just make that up off the top of your head? Because, seriously, you are an amazing surgeon, but if you were just ad-libbing that entire thing you are definitely in the wrong business."
"Oh really? Because that story qualifies me for what?" Callie grinned.
"I don't know. Writing porn or romance novels or, or prostitution. Anything where those skills aren't going to waste."
Callie rolled on her side towards Arizona and laughed out loud. "Prostitution, huh? Who needs to be a surgeon when I've got such superior prostitution skills?"
"Seriously, Calliope, you would be a millionaire. A gazillionaire. You would be the reason they legalize prostitution. "
Callie continued to laugh. "Thanks, I think."
"But really," Arizona turned her head to look at her girlfriend, "where did that come from? Because that is so the way that night should have gone."
Callie shook her head. "No, I like the way our night, and the next nights, went in reality. I like that we were slow and adult and responsible."
"Yeah, sure. Because responsible, that's sexy."
"It is. It's sexy and it's romantic and it's real. If my story… If that had been how we happened, there would be no us. It would have just been a one-time thing and this," she gestured back and forth between the girls' chests, "this me and you, this is way better."
"Trust me, Calliope, if that night had happened the way you just described, it would not have been a one-time thing. I would have come back for more." Callie's grin was delighted. "So, that story, it's just a figment of your over-active and obviously fabulous imagination?"
"Well," Callie elaborated, "that was basically a retelling of the dream I had that night after I went home. The dream I had about this perky girl with Miami-sunshine eyes and that damn half smile."
"Really? You dreamed that? You dreamed that on the very first night? Wow."
"I did. That's why I avoided you for a while. How was I supposed to casually ask you to dinner with visions of that running through my mind?"
"Huh. Wow. So much for newborn. You, my darling, are a professional."
"I tried to tell ya."
"You did. Hey! I called you Calliope in your dream?"
"You know, you did. Weird, right? In the beginning, every time you called me Calliope it would remind me of that dream. Which can get tricky when you are putting an intermedullary rod into a femur." Arizona laughed. "Anyway, that dream was the first time I ever fantasized about someone calling me Calliope in the moment, you know? And the night of Alex and Izzie's wedding, that was the first time anyone ever called me Calliope—"
"In the moment," Arizona offered with a smile.
"—for real. Who knew it would be so hot?"
"I did. Trust me, it's a super sexy name."
"Ha. If you say so."
"So, tell me, Dr. Torres," Arizona propped her head up on one elbow and traced a fingertip across Callie's lips, "what did you do when you woke up from this dream about the perky blonde?"
"I-, umm, I-, I-, hmm. What?"
Arizona was delighted by Callie's stuttering. It was rare that she caught her girlfriend so off guard. She lightly shoved Callie back onto her back and rained a necklace of kisses around her neck. "I see. Did you, hmm, did you use your dream to 'entertain' yourself?"
"Umm… ¡Dios mío! Maybe I did. I mean, God, there was all this heat. I woke up surrounded by heat. What was I supposed to do?"
"Show me," Arizona whispered in Callie's ear.
"Sh—What!" Callie exclaimed. "You want me to—to show you how I…" She trailed off and felt the wet that her story had already created melt between her legs.
"I do." Arizona bit down on Callie's earlobe before soothing the sting with her tongue. "I really, really do."
"I… I can't." But even as she said it, Callie's hand had lifted to hover lightly above her body.
"You can. You will, and I'm going to watch you."
Arizona's breath was like steam against Callie's ear. As though moving of its own accord, Callie's hand traced lightly across her breasts and down her stomach but hesitated at the waistband of her underwear. Noticing Callie's nerves, Arizona linked her fingers on top of Callie's and together they gently pushed her lace boy shorts out of the way. Fingers still linked, Arizona trailed their hands back up Callie's thigh, coming to rest with their fingers spread out over Callie's center. Disentangling their hands, Arizona scraped her nails sharply against the back of Callie's hand and again whispered in her ear, "Show me Calliope."
Callie's hand, still spread over her folds, began to press inward, rotating and squeezing in a way that put magnificent pressure on all the right places. She kept her rhythm smooth and steady, her eyes watching Arizona as Arizona watched her. When she saw Arizona bite her bottom lip and tremble, she knew her girlfriend was turned on by the show. Emboldened by Arizona's desire, Callie tipped her hips more firmly into her hand. When her leisurely rhythm became too much, or not enough, she slid a single fingertip between her folds, smiling when she heard Arizona breathe "Finally." It was as though she too had been waiting for that touch. Allowing her finger to dip deep inside herself, Callie curled the tip just once before dragging her moisture back up.
Arizona groaned and leaned down to suck Callie's nipple into her mouth, her head turned so she could continue to watch as her girlfriend touched herself. "That is so fucking sexy," she growled against Callie's breasts.
Arizona's unexpected and unusual cursing flipped a switch in Callie and she began circling with increasing speed and intensity. When she felt herself about to come she grabbed Arizona's hand with her free one and together they pressed Callie's fingers hard against her as she raced over the edge.
When her breathing returned to normal, Callie opened her eyes to find Arizona smiling at her as she brushed sweaty strands of hair away from Callie's face. "Arizona, that was—"
"Awesome," Arizona nodded. "Super hot."
"Ha. And she's back."
"What do you mean?" Arizona squinted in confusion.
"Just that I'm used to 'super hot' not 'so fucking sexy'," Callie grinned.
"Oh, well," Arizona's cheeks turned a slight pink, "it was. Super fucking sexy. How's that?"
Callie laughed. "Perfect. That's perfect. And you know what it reminds me of?" Callie rolled so that she was now on top of Arizona.
"What's that?"
"Something we've never done before." She smiled and reached down to remove Arizona's panties.
"You mean there's something left?" Arizona grinned and wrapped her arms more fully around Callie.
"There is," Callie nodded as she kissed her way down Arizona's neck. She kissed across Arizona's collarbone, stopping to dip her tongue in the hollow at the base of her neck. "I've never talked dirty to you."
"Umm, Calliope, there has been an awful lot of talking just recently and not a bit of it has been what you would call clean."
"No," Callie shook her head. "That's nothing. I can do better than that, trust me."
"Oh." Arizona's eyes widened and her breathe came out in a rush when Callie touched just the very tip of her tongue to Arizona's extended nipple. "Well, be my guest."
"I bet," Callie said, "I can make you come by just barely touching you."
"Hmm. Well, I'm pretty fired up already but I'm guessing you're going to need to touch me some, Calliope. Please," she begged when Callie blew hot breath between her thighs. Spreading her legs, she saw Callie's dark hair fall to cover her view and dropped her head back against the pillows. Arching towards Callie's breathe, Arizona cried out when she felt the very tip of Callie's tongue, again, trace just barely along her slit, never delving further.
"Mmm," Callie ran her tongue along her lips the way she did after a sip of really fabulous red wine. "Have I ever told you how much I love the way you taste, Arizona?" Much to Arizona's dismay, Callie continued her elusive journey across Arizona's body, talking all the time. "Have I told you how sometimes, after we make love, I wake up with the taste of you still in my mouth and it is intoxicating. Those are the nights," she bit the inside of Arizona's thigh lightly, "when I wake you up at 3 o'clock in the morning even though we both need our sleep. It's because your taste shoots straight to my head like a shot of tequila and I need more."
"And did you know that your pulse is the strongest right here?" Callie's tongue traced the inside of Arizona's knee, resting against the racing pulse. "When I hold you up against the wall, I can feel it flying under my fingers and I know you are about to explode."
"Calliope, touch me. Really touch me. Somewhere, anywhere."
"Mmm," Callie switched legs and moved up to where Arizona's thigh and hip came together. "And this spot," she dragged her tongue along the crease. "I love this spot. I've missed this spot. I can smell you and feel your heat, and you do this thing," Callie lifted her head to giggle. "Yep, that thing, where you turn your hips towards me like you are offering me something even better."
"I am, damnit," Arizona moaned.
"Yeah," she grinned, "but see there's also this other spot, over here," she moved to drop wet kisses on Arizona's hip bone, "where I can feel bone. I've got kind of a thing for bones, you know?" She asked innocently. "And when you lift your hips towards me," Callie lifted her head slightly so that Arizona's hips were forced to follow. "Mmm, like that, and I can feel that bone move and shift under my tongue. Talk about fucking sexy."
"But, there is one place, one taste I like the most." Callie dipped her fingertip into Arizona's awaiting warmth. Arizona barely had time to register that her girlfriend was, finally, touching her before Callie slid her finger back up, briefly across Arizona and away from her body.
"Calliope," Arizona whined and tried to grab her hand.
Callie anticipated her and pulled Arizona's arms above her head. "Uh uh," she whispered in Arizona's ear before tracing her lobe with that damn tip of her tongue. "I haven't finished telling you about your taste yet." She traced her fingertip across Arizona's lips, transferring the juices she had gathered from Arizona's center. Callie smiled when Arizona mouthed the words 'holy shit,' unable to utter a sound. Leaning down, Callie licked her tongue across Arizona's now tantalizing lips. "You taste," she sucked Arizona's bottom lip into her mouth. "Mmm…" Moving back to Arizona's ear, she whispered, "Arizona. You taste like toronja. Dulce, amargo y pegajoso, toronja jugosa." Knowing her girlfriend was a sucker for Spanish, Callie scraped her nails just lightly across Arizona's outer folds without ever truly touching her. She continued to whisper, "Y el chocolate, chocolate negro, rico. Usted sabe a Arizona. Mi Arizona. Me encanta la forma en que el gusto."
Arizona came in a flooding rush, her breath escaping from her chest in a muffled scream as she arched her hips and leaned her ear closer to Callie's hot whispers. It was as though Callie's words were touching her, physically touching her body to bring her to orgasm. And, just like in Callie's dream, she moaned softly, "Caaallliiooopppeee."
They were both drifting into a few morning hours of exhausted sleep when Arizona whispered, "Calliope?"
"Mmm…" Callie moaned and reached out a hand to bat Arizona's mouth lightly. "Shh. Sleeping."
"Me too. But I need to know. What did it mean? The Spanish, what did it mean?"
Callie smirked to herself and awakened enough to turn her head towards Arizona. "It means," she nipped lightly at Arizona's ear, "it means, learn Spanish."
