AN: Posting the second half of this two-shot, despite the rather nasty anonymous review I got this afternoon. It must be because I love Catherine so much.
Here you go, Australien: smut so fluffy it makes your heart hurt.
"You do, hmm?" Callie hummed against her wife's lips, her hips instinctively rolling as her body sought out some sort of friction. Feeling Arizona tumble into release beneath her hands had coated the lining of her thong, warming the space between her legs into a raging fire. She hadn't realized how desperately she'd been craving the touch of her wife.
Or her taste, actually. Her hand had slipped out of Arizona's pants as she'd turned for a kiss and Callie took the opportunity to bring it to her mouth, her first two fingers wet. She set them carefully on her tongue, sliding them slowly out of the tight space between her lips with a satisfied smile.
Arizona ran her tongue over her lips, eyes glued to Callie's mouth. "Mhm," she murmured.
"Well that's good," Callie whispered, her free hand finding purchase in a clump of Arizona's blonde hair. "Because I'd like you to take me to bed now." She wrapped her mouth around Arizona's, both of them moaning as her taste danced between their tongues.
Arizona was first to pull away, spinning on her toes and leading the way into the bedroom. She tossed their pile of clothes haphazardly across the room, turning back to close the door behind Callie. She pushed her wife up against the wood, seeking out her mouth with sloppy need. The taste of herself was still hooked behind Callie's teeth and she lapped at it thirstily.
"I love you, I love you, I love you," she repeated like a mantra, her lips making trails down tan skin. She paused at the waistband of Callie's jeans, settling herself carefully on the floor in a kneel. She chanced a look up at her wife's face, dark brown eyes hooded and silently begging her to continue. She took hold of the zipper, undoing it slowly before she slid the tight denim down strong, muscular legs, the tan present on every inch of them.
She swallowed roughly. God, was she ever glad that conference was in Miami.
God, was she ever glad to be married to a Latin woman.
God, was she ever thankful for Callie.
"You're so beautiful," she whispered, meeting Callie's eyes again, the two of them working together to completely remove her dark skinny jeans. She tossed them over her shoulder, turning her attention to the black thong and the wonderfully familiar scent escaping from it.
Callie whimpered above her, fingers curling into her hair desperately. She pushed at Arizona's head, forcefully placing her nose at the apex of her thighs. Her own head tipped back, a moan escaping despite how lightly she was being touched.
Arizona nudged her face closer, biting at Callie's clit through the thin fabric. "You're so wet," she gulped, her lips rubbing against the soaked material.
"Don't tease me," Callie pleaded, pushing herself roughly against Arizona's mouth.
Arizona quickly hooked her fingers on either side of the thong, tugging it down part way before pushing her nose into the swirl of dark, curly hair. She breathed in deeply, letting her breath out cool the wet slit between Callie's legs. She was awarded with another moan, another tug at her hair.
Callie lifted one leg out of her thong, the black material hooking on her other ankle. Arizona smiled, kissing at that thigh as she lifted it slowly over her shoulder. She felt the underwear brush against her bare back, her wife's wetness warm against her shoulder blade.
And then she gave in, licking the length of Callie's labia before wrapping her lips around the erect nub of her clit. She sucked at it hungrily, humming against it as Callie's hips rolled naturally.
"Pl-please," Callie mumbled. "More."
Arizona answered by slipping one finger into her entrance, curling it on the way out before entering again with two. She pumped slowly, building momentum before she hooked both fingers again, finding that spot on Callie's inner walls that always made her -
Callie let out a scream, eyes opening for a brief second before she squeezed them shut, her body stiffening with orgasm. More fluid dripped down Arizona's fingers, tumbling onto her bottom lip. She licked it off as Callie relaxed, gently coaxing out aftershocks with the light touch of her tongue.
Callie finally sighed, shuffling her hips. Arizona removed her fingers from inside her and then helped her lift her leg off her shoulder. She stood up slowly, sucking more wetness off her fingers as she did so and then finally meeting Callie's lips with another kiss.
"I guess you really did miss me," she murmured smugly, nuzzling against Callie's cheek. "That's the fastest I've made you come in a while."
Callie smacked at her ass, meeting bright blue eyes. "Are you proud of that?" she asked softly.
Arizona nodded, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth. "But I'm more proud to have the hottest wife around."
Callie laughed, tipping her head back so it rested on the door.
"Now can I get you into bed?" Arizona whispered.
Callie thought for a moment, gaze still on the ceiling, before she dropped her chin. She kissed Arizona quickly, smiling as she pulled away. "Only if you take your pants off," she conceded.
Arizona pushed her pants down her legs, kicking her feet free and only stumbling slightly. She blushed as she watched Callie's eyes wander slowly down her body, pausing at the thatch of curls between her legs. "I'm not as beautiful as you," she apologized.
"Shhh," Callie said, shaking her head as she stepped closer. She ran a single finger down the center of her wife's chest. "You are so beautiful, Arizona. You know that, right?"
"Do you?" Arizona rebutted, eyebrows pushing upwards on her face.
Callie smiled softly, something akin to love filling her dark brown eyes. "I do when I'm with you," she whispered.
Their next kiss was slower, lips moving against one another before a tongue peeked out to dance a trail along bottom teeth. Something rumbled in the pit of Arizona's stomach, sending chills up her spine. She sighed as they pulled apart, moving her hand upwards to cup her wife's cheek. She rubbed her thumb back and forth against the smooth skin.
"You're always beautiful," Arizona whispered.
Callie blushed, setting her forehead against her wife's. "You, too," she murmured.
Arizona smirked, finally extricating herself from Callie's arm and crossing the room to their bed. She pulled the covers back, dropping onto the sheets. "So did you bring me anything?" she asked cheekily, her eyes following Callie as she crossed the room.
Callie smiled knowingly, leaning down in front of her luggage to pull a small package out of the front pocket. She'd stowed it there just before getting on her flight, having spent the whole weekend trying to find what she'd pictured in her head. Sofia's gift had been easy; another snow globe to set upon her shelf. She already had three: one from Mark's trip to New York, one with the Seattle skyline trapped inside, and one made with glitter by children in Malawi. Arizona said it was like giving their daughter a whole world to explore in the safety of her bedroom.
But Arizona's gift had been harder to find, and she'd had to give up some of her beach time to travel out of the city of Miami. She'd found it in a familiar shop at the edge of town, where a little old woman sat making jewelry. They'd spoken as she'd worked, lilting Spanish tossed over beads. And when she'd finished, she'd set it carefully in Callie's hand, smiling widely despite several missing teeth.
It had been exactly what she was searching for.
She clutched it tightly in her fist as she climbed into bed next to her wife. "There's a little shop just outside Miami," she said softly, eyes on her hand. "This old woman has been working there since before I went to Botswana, she has to be like... a hundred," she guessed. "But she sits there every day, and she makes jewelry. And I went back to see her while I was there, just like I always do, and she made me a bracelet just for you. And it's probably not as nice as you deserve - she just makes them with twine and gemstone beads - but I want you to have it because she let me pick what stones she used." She opened her hand slowly, revealing the gift.
Arizona lifted it carefully out of her palm, examining the delicate twine and pale blue beads.
"I picked Amazonite," Callie whispered. "Because it reminded me of your eyes."
Arizona looked up quickly, those same blue eyes dancing a path across her wife's face. "Calliope," she murmured, choking slightly. "It's beautiful."
Callie smiled, leaning forward for another kiss. "You are," she promised. "You're beautiful."
Arizona kissed her again, pushing hard against her mouth. "I missed you so much," she swore into the space between them. "And you're so beautiful and God, do I love you."
"Me too," Callie answered warmly, "Me, too."