Authur's note: I'm so sorry this took me a week to finish as opposed to a few days. On the plus side (hopefully) it's about twice as long as I thought it would be from the start. It's also almost three times as long as part one... Hope you guys like long chapters! Anyway, it's past 2 am here and I am freakishly tired but I did my best to finish it so I hope the last part is ok. Hope y'all will like it!


Part 2

I stir in bed as my eyes slowly flutter open. It's still dark, but I can see the soft contours of Callie's body where she's sleeping nuzzled in next to me.

Smiling to myself at the beautiful sight before me, I lean in to kiss her lightly on the cheek, careful not to wake her. I shift so I'm on my side, steadying my elbow on the mattress beneath me and propping my head up on my hand. Content with just watching her sleep, I observe as her chest rises and falls with each steady breath she takes.

She's flat on her back, one arm above her head where her hair is spread out across the pillow. Her other arm is placed across her bare stomach and her pajama shirt has been pulled up in her sleep. The comforter isn't covering much of her body and it leaves her panties teasingly accessible to me.

I suddenly feel the same desire I felt not so long ago at all, rise within me again.

My eyes wander back to her exposed stomach and then to the hem of her panties. I badly want to touch her there, kiss her there... Remove the very offending pieces of clothing she's wearing. Her skin looks so soft and like it's screaming for me to touch it and put my tongue and lips on it.

I glare down at her half covered thighs and then up a little, stopping at the bottom of her panties. Without even making a conscious decision to, I picture my hand sliding down beneath those thighs and pressing up against her core.

I take a deep breath and close my eyes, the image evolving in my mind. Callie touches me back and I feel her breath on me and hear her voice saying my name...

Crap! Snap out of it Robbins! I mentally yell at myself.

Snapping my eyes open, I look at her again and sigh. Why wouldn't she just trust that I was ready? I'm going insane right now wanting her, needing her.

Knowing it has to be very early since it's not bright outside yet, I still look over at the clock on the nightstand – 5:24. We have only slept for about two and a half hours. How come I am not the least bit tired?

I wonder if 5:30-ish qualifies as morning after the little amount of sleep we've gotten. I sit up and try to distinguish how I feel. I look around the room, tilt my head from side to side – I feel fine. Not drunk anymore. Maybe it is just wishful thinking, I don't know, but my senses feel sharp and I know what I want, no matter what state I am in.

I am going to wake her.

I am going to wake her, and we are going to be as close as two people can possibly be.

Placing my hand on her stomach, I slowly run it back and forth over the exposed skin, grazing her arm in the process. As Callie starts to shift, I move in closer and reach down to softly kiss her neck. She moans drowsily as she starts to wake and I press feather light kisses along her collarbone and continue down over her chest and between her pajama covered breasts until I reach her stomach. My heart starts beating faster in anticipation as I hear her breathing hitch and her hands come to rest on my head.

She's not saying anything, and I don't need her to.

I pull her shirt up a little higher so I can kiss more of her skin. I feel her hands stroke along my skull and I'm sure she's going to say something any second now, ask me what I am doing.

But she doesn't say anything, and then I know that I will have to – she's definitely not just going to let me do this without talking about it first. So I pull back from her stomach and crawl back up to her face, running my hand across her forehead and pressing my lips onto hers, lingering there.

When I pull back to look at her, she opens her eyes.

"Hi," she whispers and cups the back of my neck with her hand, bringing me in for another kiss.

"Hi," I echo, smiling at how cute she is all sleepy.

"Nice way to wake up," she says as she closes her eyes again.

I let my fingers draw random patterns on her chest. "Couldn't keep my hands off you," I admit as I contemplate how to continue, aware that I will have to choose my words carefully.

A big smile spreads across her lips, her eyes still closed. "Yeah? Maybe I'm the one who should have slept on the couch," she suggests and reaches over to start kissing my neck. As she does this, I let my fingers wander further down her body, lightly touching her breasts on the way. When I reach the hem of her shirt, I slide my hand inside, running it up her torso and slowly begin to cover her bare breast with my palm.

I know instantly that I am going to love touching her here in the future too. The skin is so soft and her breast seems to fit perfectly in my hand.

She stoops kissing me but stays less than an inch away from the skin of my neck, and I feel her let out a deep, heavy breath. She arches her her back for more contact and I start to carefully knead the piece of skin in my hand.

Callie moans against my neck as I touch her, and the sound sends a pleasant tickle to my core.

"Mmm," she breathes, "that feels really good."

"Good."

I start to wonder how awake she really is because I wasn't expecting this at all, I thought she would get pissed and start to question me or whatever. I didn't expect this.

Not that I am complaining, of course.

She warps an arm around my waist, pulling me closer as she moves her lips from my neck to my mouth, kissing me intensely. She places her free hand on my cheek as she draws me in as close as she can, so I am partly on top of her.

I slip my hand out from underneath her shirt to remove her arm from around my waist. I pull away so I can look at her as I bring her hand to my face, softly pressing my lips onto it a few times as I close my eyes. I keep her hand close to my face as I fiddle with her fingers, not sure what to say or how to say it.

She presses the back of her hand to my cheek. "What?" she wonders.

My eyes fly open and I meet her dark, gaze. "I want to," I state simply. "I want you to touch me Callie."

She stares back at me, her expression staying the same – wondering, concerned. She wants to know that I am really ready and that's why she locks her eyes on my face, to see that I don't have any doubts.

But she takes too long to say something.

"I love you. I didn't think I would be comfortable to do this with you so soon but I am. And it's not because of the alcohol, it's not because you're almost naked here next to me," I explain and she looks intently into my eyes, listening carefully. "It's simply because you make me feel safe and loved. And I trust you. And I want to take this step with you because it feels right. Being with you feels right."

I take a deep breath and wait for her to say something.

She takes my face in her hands, smiling faintly up at me as she runs one hand back through my hair. "Are you sure?"

I smile down at her as I nod eagerly. "Yes," I say, "I'm so sure."

She brings my face to hers and presses our lips together. "Okay," she whispers.

"Okay?" I ask unsure between kisses.

"Okay," she repeats. To my relief, she sounds determined.

I feel a little nervous suddenly, but I think more than that I am just anxious and excited to be close to her, as close to her as I can possibly be.

To emphasize how sure I am, I roll her over so she's on her back and I stand with my knees on either side of her hips and my hands against the pillow on either side of her head as we keep kissing. Her hands come to rest on the sides of my torso as she gently tugs a little on my pajama shirt. She stops the kiss and looks at me as she slowly sneaks one hand under the fabric of my shirt. As I feel her palm come up to softly rub over my breast, I moan in pleasure into the kiss.

My body responds to her gentle touch and I arch forward a little by instinct.

"Mm, you're right," I whisper against her lips, "that does feel really good."

She smiles. "Yeah?"

"Mm-hm."

I place a hand on her face, only to run it down over her neck and chest. When I reach the bottom of her stomach, she brings her hand to the back of my neck, pressing my lips harder against hers.

She knows where I'm going, and she's encouraging me.

I swiftly slide my hand down between her thighs, pressing my palm against her hot mound through the panties. I start rubbing up and down and I feel her hips arch slightly for more friction.

Callie pulls away from the kiss, moaning silently as she lets out a heavy breath. Her eyes are pinched closed and she bites her bottom lip, her nails simultaneously digging into the skin of my right breast.

"Oh damn, that's good, that's so good," she murmurs, "that feels... Mmm, so good."

I giggle triumphantly and she starts to slip her hand out from under my shirt and sit up. She wraps her arms around my waist and moves us to the edge of the bed as we keep the kiss going.

"Baby," I call quietly as I wrap my arms around her neck.

"Uh-huh," she mumbles into kisses as she pushes us up and off the bed.

"What are you doing?" I ask wearily, worried she's changed her mind.

"I just have to make a quick call," she answers.

I yank my face away from hers and stare at her in shock. "What?" Make a call? Now? Has she lost her mind? I'm about to feel her up and she wants to make a freaking phone call!

She giggles devilishly as she tries to pull me back in for more kissing, but that does nothing but make me mad and I turn my head away.

"Now? Really?" I ask, and suddenly my mood has changed and I feel disappointed. I slip my arms off her shoulders.

"No baby," she says, grinning at me. "I'm only kidding." She tries to kiss me again but I keep turning away, feeling genuinely angry. If I had been thinking clearly, I had realized that she wouldn't make a call to anyone at this time of the night. But I'm not thinking, I'm just feeling and even though it was a joke, it made me think for a second that there was something else that was more important than what is happening between us right now.

She stops and looks at me. "I was kidding," she repeats, her smile fading.

"Well it wasn't funny," I snap. I am disappointed, feeling like she's ruined the moment. I look away from her, refusing to meet her eyes, but in the corner of my eye, I see her duck to try and get eye contact.

"I'm sorry," she says sincerely.

I turn my head back only to fix her with a hard stare. "It's my first time Callie," I remind her in a harsh voice, and I feel her tighten her arms around me, afraid that I'll pull away further. Her eyes are glued to mine and she looks sad and sincerely sorry. I sigh before I keep talking, unable to stay angry at her for very long (especially when she's sporting the puppy eyes). "And I thought you were leaving, just like that," I explain, my voice a lot softer now.

"I'm sorry," she repeats. "It was stupid, I shouldn't have said it. I know it's your first time and I want it to be special and good for you, so it was really stupid. I really shouldn't have said it. Arizona, I'm sorry."

The remorse is evident in all her features and I can't help but feel sorry myself now, for her. I didn't mean to make her feel so bad. I wrap my arms around her again, resting my forehead against hers. "Thanks," I whisper. "It's okay. I'm sorry, I overreacted," I add as I close my eyes.

"No, no," she immediately cuts in. "Not at all, it was me, I'm a jerk." She glares at me as she shakes her head. "Don't apologize."

I wrap my arms tighter around her and burrow my face into her neck, needing to feel that connection again that we somewhat lost moments ago. I feel her hands run up and down my back as she presses her lips to my forehead.

"I'm sorry," she whispers against my skin, so quietly I can barely hear it.

"It's okay," I assure her, "I just wanted to so much and then..." I trail off, not knowing how to continue.

"I know. You don't have to explain." She sighs sharply. "God, I'm such an idiot."

"Hey," I call out, "don't talk crap about my girlfriend."

She chuckles lightly against my head and then kisses the skin there. "Well, she kind of really is an idiot," she says. "But okay, I can forgive her just because I know how truly, truly sorry she is." She shifts our positions so she can look at me, "And how much she loves you."

I smile faintly but genuinely up at her. "I love her too."

Callie rubs her nose against mine as she brings a hand to my forehead, running it back over my skull through blonde curls, then places it firmly on my cheek. She stares at me as if waiting for permission, so I reach up and press my lips to hers in a slow, gentle kiss.

I press her tighter to me as we kiss, pleased that it now feels as if we have gotten past whatever stopped us in the first place.

"You know," I start, interrupting the kiss, "I was enjoying every second of what we were doing until we stood up," I whisper seductively.

"Oh," she replies, "did you now?"

I kiss along her jaw and then move down to her neck, sucking softly on the thin flesh. "Mm-hm," I mumble. "Which, by the way, why did we ever get out of bed?" I slide my arms down from around her neck to get more access with my mouth.

"I wanted to get your clothes off," she admits as I move my hands down to cup hear breasts. "Easier doing that standing up." I hear her breathing changing as my tongue slips out of my mouth and onto her neck and my hands knead her breasts. "A-and quicker," she stutters, her breathing hitching. "Gets them off... Quicker."

"Is that a fact?"

"Yeah," she husks.

"Show me."

At that, Callie takes my face in her hands and crashes her lips onto mine, her tongue sliding into my mouth with ease. I wrap my arms around her neck again to keep her close, only to be forced to let go again after a few seconds when her hands run down my body to grab my pajama shirt, quickly pulling it off me. We pull apart only long enough for the shirt to be removed and then hurriedly get back to kissing.

She reaches down and tugs at her own shirt, quickly discarding that too and it drops to the floor. Bringing her hands back up, she places them on either side of my face, forcing me to tare my lips away form hers.

I open my eyes and meet her chocolate gaze with my blue. Her mouth is open and she's breathing fast, as am I, and every time she exhales, I can feel her hot breath on my face. Her stare shifts down my body and her hands follow, running slowly over my chest and my breasts. I have to close my eyes and moan silently at the incredible feeling of her warm hands touching me. As they reach my stomach and then my panties, I open my eyes and look up at the beautiful woman in front of me.

She is searching my face, but not for doubt or regret – she's simply searching it to know that I am with her and that she's not moving too fast. I'm not sure how I know this, but something in her face just tells me she knows there is not a doubt in my mind about what I want right now.

To my surprise, she removes her hands from my body and grabs her own panties, pulling them down her legs, leaving her completely naked in front of me. My eyes wander down her body, taking in the delicious, nude sight before me.

Callie smiles as she notices me stare and then she closes the distance between us, pulling me to her as she nuzzles her face into the crook of my neck, kissing softly. To have her close to me like this, completely naked, feels so amazing. She moves slowly down my body, her hands following the path of her mouth – across my chest and in the valley between my breasts, lingering there deliberately. She swiftly runs her hands over my breasts, eliciting a moan from me. Reaching down to my stomach, she runs her hands up and down the sides as her mouth meets the hem of my panties.

Kneeling down and settling her hands on my hips, she gazes up at me. Keeping our eyes locked, she reaches forward with her face, kissing my stomach right beneath my belly button as her fingers flexes at my hips.

She inches her fingers inside my panties at the sides, sending a shiver through me. Grabbing at the hem, she slowly pulls them down my now trembling legs, running her hands all the way down to my feet where I step out of the panties, and she tosses them aside.

She gently wraps her arms around my thighs, and in the process keeping my legs from giving in under me. Her hair tickles my skin as she kisses the crease between my thigh and my core. I shiver again, the sensation creating a tug in the pit of my stomach.

I place my hands on her shoulders to let her know I like what she's doing, but she starts kissing her way back up my body. When she is standing on her feet again and her eyes look into mine, a feeling of pure happiness and gratefulness washes over me, and I feel as though I could cry.

I quickly wrap my arms around Callie, holding her close, our bodies pressing together in every way possible. As her arms circle around my back, hugging me to her, she presses her fingers gently into the muscles there.

"Hey," she whispers, concern in her voice. "You okay?"

I nod into her shoulder. "Very," I say. "Very okay." I wrap my arms impossibly tighter around her, for the moment just enjoying the comfortable intimacy of being naked together like this. "This feels right."

Callie sighs contentedly. "To me too." She turns her head a little, her lips brushing against my neck and ear lobe. She doesn't say anything at first, just blows some hot air onto my skin as we stay in the silence. But then...

"I love you."

The words come out barely as a whisper, but I hear, and I know. Her voice is so soft and honest and it makes me so happy that I don't know what to do with myself.

"I love you," I echo. "You make me so happy."

She places kiss after kiss across the side of my neck as she slowly starts walking us back to bed, but keeping us pressed firmly together.

I pull my head back so I can kiss her just as the back of my legs hit the bed. Our lips stay locked together as she lays me down on the bed, placing herself in the same position I was in just minutes ago, hovering above me with her knees on either side of my body and her hands placed against the pillow on either side of my head.

I feel so impossibly turned on, my core pulsating and aching for her to touch. We keep kissing, my hands roaming her body and hers roaming mine, only adding to my arousal.

As if on cue, Callie breaks away slightly, and we both open our eyes to look into the other's because of the loss of contact. "Spread your legs a little," she asks of me softly. It doesn't sound dirty, and it's not meant to, she merely says it to prepare me.

I, of course, obey willingly, separating my legs so she can place herself in between. She looks into my eyes the entire time, carefully making sure I am alright. I wrap my arms around her back as she slides down on top of me, and as her center presses into mine, my mouth falls open, letting out a heavy breath and a moan at the same time. The sensation is utterly incredible, sending all kinds of pleasant feelings swirling through me. It's like butterflies in the stomach but ten times more and all over my body. And she is all over my body.

Callie and the butterflies, all over me.

Her stomach presses perfectly against mine and our breasts do the same.

She leans down to capture my lips with hers but I can barely concentrate enough to kiss her back, the sensation of feeling her this close to me taking over my senses. But I do my best to focus and press my lips onto hers. Although, I can't keep our lips locked because I need to stop and breathe more than usual.

I suddenly feel more pressure onto my core as Callie gives her hips a slight rock forward, and I automatically tare my lips from hers as I pinch my eyes shut, groaning in pleasure.

She traces her tongue across my bottom lip as I try to regain somewhat control of my body. "You're wet," she whispers against my mouth, and even though my eyes are closed, I know she's smiling.

I'm too lost to even make an effort to try and say anything to that. "Mmh," is all I manage to muster.

Then, she shuffles off of me a little, still partly on top of me, her left leg between mine. She props her head up on her hand as she looks down at me. Her other hand runs slowly back and forth over my stomach as she strokes her foot up and down my calf. She leans in and places a lingering kiss to my lips, and I can hear my ragged breath, feeling it collide with the skin on her face.

Reaching up with her hand to my face, she strokes some hair out of my forehead. She runs that same hand down my neck as she breaks the kiss, following her hand with her lips. I arch my head back to give her better access as she kisses my neck and rubs her palm softly over my right breast. Replacing her hand with her mouth, she gently sucks my nipple into her mouth, eliciting another appreciative moan from me. Her hair is scattered out over my chest, sending a cushy shiver through me as it tickles my skin.

My hands tangle into her hair as she moves on to my other breast, giving it the same attention. She gives it a lingering peck before moving back up to my face.

She gently pushes her right hand and arm in under the back of my neck. "Come here," she says and I lift my head and then lower it back down to rest on her arm once it's wrapped behind my neck, her hand resting on my shoulder, pulling me in closer.

Once again, she locks her gaze with mine. Her fingers trace random patterns on my belly, tickling me a little. She shifts her gaze down to her hand, following it with her eyes as she places her palm flat against my stomach, slowly running it in a circle around my belly button.

"Let me... Let me know if something hurts, okay?" She looks back up at me again. It wasn't a question.

I nod determinedly as I touch her face with my fingers. "I will," I whisper.

"I won't use my mouth," she adds. "Not this time. I need to be able look at you."

I nod again in understanding. "Okay."

Callie looks worried and I don't like it, so I take her face in my hands. "Callie," I say. "I'm okay. I'm better than okay." I smile reassuringly at her. "Don't worry, okay?" Pulling her face closer, I give her a quick kiss. "Please?"

She sighs slightly. "I'll try."

Callie and I are pressed together nice and close, and I can feel a heart beating against my chest, but I'm not sure if it's hers or mine or maybe both.

Eager for her to touch me and for me to touch her, I reach my right hand down between our bodies, run it across her soft stomach to slide it in between her thighs, but just as my hand grazes the locks of hair it finds there, Callie gently grabs onto my hand.

"Wait," she says in a low voice as she brings my hand up to her face, kissing my knuckles and then pressing them to her cheek. "Let me take care of you first."

Moving our joint hands, she places them on her chest as she leans in and takes my mouth with her own. She shifts impossibly closer as she drops my hand and moves her own to my face. She kisses me intensely, crushing her lips onto mine as her tongue grazes along mine. My eyes are closed, relishing the feeling of her hands on me, her body so close to mine.

She runs her hand down my body once again, over my chest and between my breasts, grazing them slightly. Reaching my stomach, she slows the movements of her hand a little. The anticipation is killing me – I just want her to touch me, I want to feel her hand and her fingers against me, I want to feel what it's like to have her inside of me.

Callie finally slips her hand down between my legs, and in that instant I have to break away from the kiss to breathe, the sensation taking me over yet again. She studies me carefully as she cups her hand over my mound, rubbing up and down with slow, steady movements.

"More," I breathe out, desperate for her fingers to be inside me.

She hugs me a little tighter to her as she slips two fingers into my folds, carefully running them up and down my length. It feels incredible and I have a hard time focusing on anything else. She presses her lips to my cheek as she keeps stroking me, but I want her lips on mine so I turn my head and grasp her neck with my hand, pulling her forward. Our lips lock and I moan into her mouth as she continues touching me.

When she moves her hand a little lower, I gasp for air as she starts circling my entrance with the tips of her fingers. She moves slowly and gently, but it's almost excruciating because I want her even closer.

She devours my mouth one last time, before she slowly starts to slide her index finger inside. I clutch at her upper arm, my fingers digging into her skin. Her finger inches deeper with incredible care, and it feels good, it feels amazing.

And then I feel a stinging pain and my body instantly tenses by reflex. In seconds, a hundred thoughts fly through my head. I curse myself for not being able to control my body because I know Callie has noticed and she's going to feel bad. But I don't want her to stop, it really wasn't that bad, and it's definitely worth it because the rest of it so far is so damn good.

Callie freezes and looks down at me, concern shining in her eyes. All her movements have stopped and she looks so frightened I think she can't even talk.

"I'm okay," I whisper just as I sense she's about to pull out. I grab her wrist to keep her hand from moving away. "Don't stop." I shake my head. "Please don't stop."

She still looks hesitant so I take her face in my hands and pull her in for a heated kiss as I arch my hips a little against her hand. Finally she starts to slide her finger back inside.

I keep kissing her roughly as her finger slides further into me. It still hurts a little, and I bet it would hurt a lot more if Callie wasn't so incredibly careful and gentle.

When her finger is fully buried inside of me, she stills her movements and we break away from the kiss.

"Wow," I breathe out. Now that she's not moving, it doesn't hurt. It just feels... I can't even explain how it feels. Amazing doesn't even begin to cover it.

Callie smiles tentatively at me as she exhales. She leans her head forward until her forehead touches mine. Brushing her nose and lips against my face, she closes her eyes and cuddles closer, needing to know that she's not hurting me.

"Still okay?" she asks and kisses my cheek a few times.

"I'm perfect," I assure her. "You're amazing."

I feel her smile against the side of my face before she brings her lips back to mine and we start to kiss again. As we do, I feel her hand shifting between my legs and her thumb comes up to rub against my clit. I moan sharply at the sensation as it starts sending bolts of electricity through me.

Eventually her finger starts to move inside of me, and the pain comes back. But somehow, it just doesn't matter. Everything else is so perfect that the pain just feels insignificant.

I can't concentrate. I can't focus. Everything she is doing to me takes me over in every possible way. The only thing my senses are aware of is Callie. I can't kiss her back anymore, it's as if I've lost the ability. I feel her finger move deep inside me and then back out. It's moving in a steady rhythm, and at the same time, her thumb runs up and down over my clit.

I'm lost.

I am so lost. In everything I am feeling, everything that is happening. I hear myself make loud noises and breathe like crazy. I attempt to kiss her, to let her know somehow how amazing she is making me feel, but I'm not sure if I quite manage.

I press my hand into her back and put the other on the back of her neck, needing to touch her.

Suddenly I feel that familiar feeling of the climax building up.

I mean I've come before, but only on my own. Now that wasn't nearly as awesome as this.

"Callie," I manage to choke out.

"I know," I hear her whisper back against my lips. "Let it come baby."

I clench my jaw shut and pinch my eyes as I feel it the release getting closer by the second. Callie moves a little faster inside me, but remains careful.

As I feel that wave of pleasure spread through my body from where Callie's hand is, I hold my breath for a second as every muscle in my body tenses. She moves slower and slower until the feeling starts to decrease and I am coming down from my high.

I feel Callie's finger slowly slide out of me as she buries her face in the crook of my neck, placing soft kisses against my damp skin. Her now free arm wraps around my waist and hugs me softly as my breathing slowly gets back to normal.

When I open my eyes and have regained somewhat control of my body, I hug her tightly to me and kiss her shoulder. Callie then lies down next to me, my head resting on her upper arm. She looks into my eyes and strokes a finger across my face.

We don't say anything.

My arm is around her waist, and I wrap it tighter around her and move in closer. My skin feels sticky against hers, but I don't care. I'm all sweaty and gross, but I like it. Because she made me sweaty and sticky.

I take a deep breath, my body finally back to normal. My ear is pressed against her upper arm and I smile to myself. "I can hear your heart beating," I say in a low voice, breaking the very comfortable silence.

She kisses my forehead and runs her fingers up and down my arm. "Was it okay?"

"What, your heart beat?" I joke, knowing that's not what she means.

"No," she complains, giving my arm a soft, playful slap, "the other thing."

Oh, the other thing?

Frikken fabulous.

I turn around to lie on my stomach and raise my head to look at her. I give her a lingering kiss on the lips. "You worry too much," I say, kissing her again and stroking her face. "You were amazing. You were..." I trail off, thinking about what to say. "I don't even know." I lean my forehead against hers and sigh contentedly. "It was... Incredible, wonderful, heavenly, amazing, fantastic..." I press my lips to hers again. "...And all that. I loved it."

She exhales in what I guess is relief. "I loved it too. I was nervous, but I loved it."

"Wasn't I the one who was supposed to be nervous?" I tease with a big grin on my face.

"Ha-ha," she scoffs. "Aren't you funny."

"Why yes I am." I smile against her mouth.

Our lips meet again and I trace my tongue along Callie's. I place my hand on her breast, softly touching it as I start kissing down her neck. I hear her breathing changing instantly, getting heavier and louder.

I replace my hand with my mouth as my hand continues south. I caress her stomach a little, but I don't linger, I want to touch her somewhere else, and I can't wait. I gently slide my hand down between her thighs and I instantly feel her legs spread a little to give me better access.

She moans loudly as I rub up and down her center. I really want to touch her and make her feel the way she just made me feel, but I am a little nervous. I want to do it right, I want it to be good for her. But I decide to just try and do what she did when she was touching me.

I giggle a little as I lift my face to hers. Her eyes are closed and her mouth is slightly open to take in more air. "You're wet too," I whisper. I haven't even slipped my fingers into her folds yet, but the gloriously sticky liquid is already all over my hand.

Callie struggles to talk. "I held you and watched you come," she says in a strained voice. "W-what did you expect?"

Instead of answering, I slide my fingers into the wetness between her legs and she moans again at the intimate touch. She takes my face in her hands and kisses me intensely as she rocks her hips onto the movements of my hand.

"Is that good?" I ask.

She merely nods her head and then kisses me again.

I let my fingers just graze her folds up and down as we kiss. I feel her hand move from my face and down to cup my breast, kneading it softly. She rocks her hips forward, urging me on.

"Baby," she whispers.

"Yeah?"

"I..." she trails off. "Inside," she says. "Go inside."

Of course I do obey.

I run my finger down until I feel her entrance, and slowly start to slide my finger inside.

We've stopped kissing. Me, because I am freaking focused on what I'm doing with my hand and Callie, well... She's busy feeling what my hand is doing.

When my finger is fully inside, I start to move it back and forth and I feel Callie shifting beneath me, holding her breath for a second, only to exhale audibly the second after.

I move inside of her and I suddenly remember I've forgotten my thumb. As in, I've forgotten to put it in the right place. So I move it and place it on Callie's clit, rubbing soft circles around it.

"Am I doing it right?" I ask insecurely.

Callie nods again as she bites her bottom lip. "Perfect," she then says. "Perfect."

I lean in to kiss her and she kisses me back only vaguely, and I figure she probably has the same trouble as I did concentrating on anything but what she's feeling. Or at least so I like to believe.

She whimpers and arches her hips every time I sink my finger back inside of her. I can't believe how sexy she is right now, how turned on I get from touching her like this and watching her and hearing her make all these new sounds.

"Oh fuck," she groans out.

Oh, hello.

I think I just came.

"God damn it Calliope," I whisper. "You are so damn hot right now."

"Mm," she moans in reply as she wraps her free arm around my back. "I'm gonna come."

I hear her breathing changing, it's hitching, and her nails are painfully digging into my skin. I move faster inside of her, and press my thumb a little harder against the bundle of nerves underneath it.

I feel Callie spasm and shudder beneath me as she moans and whimpers out her orgasm. As her hold of me loosens, I slowly decrease the speed of my movements until I am eventually completely still. Her warm, soft breath is on my face and her arms encircle my body, her hands stroking my back up and down. I slide my finger out of her and bring it to her face as I lay down half on top of her, nuzzling my face into the crook of her neck. I kiss the damp, salty skin over her neck and then up to her face. Her eyes are still closed and her breathing is on its way back to normal. She opens her eyes when she feels me look at her.

"Hi," I say.

She swallows visibly. "Hi."

I lean forward to press a soft kiss against her lips. "Wow."

"Mm-hm," she mumbles. "Wow."

I giggle quietly against her mouth before I kiss her again and run my hand across her head.

"Are you sure you haven't done that before?" she teases.

I chuckle at that. "Yep. Calliope Torres, you are my first."

I wake to the sunlight shining in through the window and Callie's soft fingers slowly dancing across my naked chest. Remembering why for the first time I am waking up naked next to her, I smile to myself.

We had sex.

And it was mind-blowing.

Just thinking about it now has the desire come rushing back to me.

As I turn my head, the smile still plastered to my face, I immediately feel Callie's lips press against my own in a soft, gentle kiss.

"Mm," she moans silently as she cups my breast with her hand. It's not a suggestive touch, it's only intimate and beautiful.

Then she breaks the kiss and replaces her hand with her mouth, kissing my nipple tenderly and then trails kisses all around it. Her arm wraps tightly around my waist and I run my hand along it.

She comes up to my face again and puts her hand back on my breast.

She kisses me softly again. "Last night was amazing." Her eyes meet mine and we both have ridiculously big smiles stretched from ear to ear.

"It really was," I agree.

Callie nuzzles her face into my neck as she flexes her fingers at my breast, sending a nice shiver through me from the touch.

"Or was it... Morning?" she asks incredulously. "It should at least have been morning."

I chuckle slightly. "It was incredible either way."

"Glad you think so," she says absent-mindedly as her fingers keep playing over the sensitive skin of my breast and nipple. I like the touch, it's perfect – her hands feel perfect on me.

A comfortable silence stretches out between us and I close my eyes and touch her soft face with my hand. "I could get used to this," I whisper.

"Me too." She presses her lips to my neck as she inhales deeply. "I love you."

I pull my head away a little and placing my fingers on her chin, I tilt her face up to capture her lips with mine, stroking my tongue along hers. "I love you," whisper against her lips before claiming her mouth again. She moans into my moth again. "God, I love it when you do that," I husk.

"Do what?"

"The moaning."

Callie giggles. "Really?"

"Really," I whisper and kiss her again. "I liked something else you did last night," I continue. "Well, I liked all the things you did last night, or morning, but there was something you said..." I trail off and look away a little and pretend to be pondering.

"Hmm," Callie says, totally playing along, while kissing my neck.

"Oh yeah," I announce. "Yeah now I remember. Say it again." I look up at her.

"Say what again?"

"The thing you said last night."

"I said a lot of things last night and if I remember correctly, a lot of the things that came out of my mouth, and yours, were noises. As in not words."

"Hmm, yes, the noises. I do like them too, but this was a word. A kind of... dirty word. Hot."

"When did I say it?"

"You said it when..." I trail off and look down her body, dragging my nails over her rib cage. "...I was touching you. And you were..." I move my hand up to cup her breast and she closes her eyes and whimpers quietly. "...making other sounds, just like that, before and after you said this word."

"Mmmm, fuck," she groans.

I close my eyes and growl out my appreciation.

"That's it huh?"

"Mm-hm," I mumble and kiss her roughly, my desire growing again.

"You know," she starts, "we really shouldn't stay in bed, we have good reasons to get up."

"I can think of a pretty good reason not to get up," I state as I wrap my arms around her and make sure she can't pull away.

"I-I know," she stutters between kisses, "me too, but there are some reasons for us to get up also. Might not be as good reasons, but still reasons."

"What reasons?"

"Biological reasons."

I pull away a little to look at her, a frown forming on my face. "What?"

"We need to eat," she points out. I burst out laughing and she smiles back at me.

"Really?" I pout. "Do we have to? I could eat you, I mean you taste good and all..."

"Baby, you haven't even really tasted me yet."

"Correct!" I exclaim before I lean in closer and say with a low voice, "Even more reason for us to stay in bed..."