AN: So you wanted another chapter… You wanted to know what Arizona would do to Eliza in a cab. Well, here it is. Ask and you shall receive, apparently ;)
I'm not sure what exactly has gotten into my girlfriend… or I know that I was just inside of her a couple of minutes ago… glorious minutes I may add… but other than that, I don't know. I just know that I like this side of her. No, I don't like it, I freaking love it. It's pretty damn hot and I'm so turned on right now that I have to psychically cross my legs as we wait for a cab to pull up the curb. The scent of Arizona still lingering on my fingers as I go to tuck a stray of hair behind my ear. It sends a shiver down my spine, remembering what I just witnessed in the bathroom… what I just did in that bathroom. Inhaling the fresh air of Seattle, I place one hand in the back pocket of Arizona's jeans. When I squeeze around her but cheek, she turns her head and display those freaking dimples again. She's both so incredibly cute and so inhumanly sexy at the same time. It's freaking crazy. She leans in to drop a kiss on my lips, her teeth softly biting down on my lower lip, causing me to moan into her mouth. I wobble a little, my knees suddenly gooey. She just takes me by the arm, making sure to be my anchor. I grin at her, Arizona's eyes shining.
"What's with the knees, Dr. Minnick? Your bones not working?" Arizona smirks, knowing very well that she is the reason I'm as smooth as butter.
"Shut up," I say sternly, pulling her into me by her shoulders. I can't control my need to kiss this woman, and I'm not even drunk. The booze coats the tongue of my girlfriend, making me dizzy but it's oh so wonderful. Arizona participates, her hands roaming all over my back. I don't waste any time in demanding excess to her mouth, exploring every nook and cranny. Arizona moans, griping me tightly by my hips, causing another shiver to run down my spine. When we break for air, it's not because of oxygen… or it is, but it's also the whistling coming from a group of beer drinking guys, sucking on their nicotine straws outside of the bar. Arizona just shrugs at them, turning her face towards the street and trying to get a cab driver's attention. I just nod towards the group, signalling with my eyebrows that I'm very well aware of the fact that I've got the hottest girlfriend in the entire universe.
"Eliza," Arizona calls sweetly. I turn around to see Arizona opening the door of a cab. "Get in, gorgeous."
Without any further ado, I go to climb into the car. But before I'm placing myself in the seat, I lean over the door to kiss my girlfriend…hard, taking her a little off guard. She leans into me, her lips pressing themselves perfectly against mine. When the cab driver clears his throat, I smirk into the kiss. I love the surprised look on her face which quickly changes into one of those horny looks I've become an expert in analysing. She's plotting something, and man… do I want to know what.
"Come on now," the cab driver orders. "In or out?"
"Sorry," I smile sheepishly, not looking at him but my girlfriend. Then I climb into the car, buckling up.
"Actually both," Arizona whispers to no one as she closes the door behind me and rounds the cab, only to climb in next to me. "Hi," she breathes.
I just grin at her, playing along. "Hi… so, you come here often?"
"Nope. But I plan on you to cum…" she winks at me, her voice all sultry and low. Oh dear Lord… she wasn't kidding before. I'm coaxing myself to not moan out loud by that statement. She's going to kill me some day, I'm positive.
"So ladies… where to?" the cab driver asks, his eyes in the rear-view mirror.
"I'll give you 50 bucks if you just drive around the blocks," Arizona suggests as she leans closer to the front of the car, her hand finding my knee and squeezing.
"Um, why?" he asks in disbelief.
"Does it matter?" Arizona raises her eyebrow, her hand going further up my leg as she strokes the skin she finds. I'm sure she can feel the heath coming from my center, it's almost setting me on fire myself. "You get your money, we get a ride, okay?"
"So… you're not going anywhere?" Now it's his turn to raise his eyebrow at my girlfriend. Arizona just smirks, shrugging. Her fingers somehow already finding the fabric of my panties, stroking me oh so slowly on the outside. Her actions are covered by her arm behind her back as she tries to negotiate with the man. "Okay."
"Okay?" Arizona checks.
"Okay," he nods his head.
Arizona leans back in her seat, not removing her hand from between my legs. "And oh… no peeking in the mirror," she clarifies, squinting her eyes at the man in the rear-view mirror. I watch him sigh in disappointment. I try to suppress a chuckle but it's really hard when your girlfriend's just made a deal with a random dude to drive around, not using his mirror while she does whatever it is she's got planned out. I do not know what to expect, but I'm dying to figure out. "Got it?" Arizona asks, meaning business.
"Got it!" he says as he starts the engine, driving out in the street.
Finally, Arizona looks at me, her eyes covered in a membrane of booze and beauty. She looks horny as hell which pretty much mirrors the feelings going on inside of me. She doesn't buckle her seatbelt, scooting closer to me. Making sure her hand never leaves my heating center, she presses it against me while she situates her sideways in the car. I moan in delight as the pressure to my clit sends waves of shock through my body. Arizona glances at the mirror for a second, wanting to see if the man kept his part of the deal. When she doesn't see a set of ogling eyes, she returns her attention to me. Thank God…
Arizona leans in to capture my earlobe between her teeth, her tongue carefully licking little circles, as her hand between my legs follow the motions her tongue does… It's electrifying. It's so inappropriate, but that's for another day to discuss. Right know all I can think about is my girlfriend's actions. I need her to touch me, feel me, grope me, take me… anything, I need her to do anything to me. I'll take it all… everything she's got planned.
Arizona feels my breath getting ragged. After releasing me from my seatbelt, she snakes her right arm around my waist, resting it at my hip from between the seat and my back, keeping me in place. My eyes battles, not knowing if they are to stay open or closed as my girlfriend continues to feel me up in a freaking cab.
"Open your eyes," she whispers, her lips now behind my ear, kissing the skin she finds. "Keep'em open!"
"Nnngh," is all I've got. I fixate my eyes on the headrest before me, one hand at the door handle to my right, the other one fisting itself. Arizona keeps stroking me, making sure to get my juices flowing. Her hot breath washing all over me, the hairs on my arms and neck rising with the sensation.
"Spread your legs, Eliza," Arizona coaxes. When I uncross my legs, she immediately helps me with the spreading, getting herself enough room to do whatever she wants. I'm a mix of pure teenage hormones and a little bit of insecurity. You can't get off in a cab, you just can't. It's not appropriate. But I'm guessing the one who's been making that rule hasn't had Arizona Robbins' hands between their legs nor has that person got Arizona Robbins' lips attached to their neck. So I'm guessing this is the exception to the rule. Arizona Robbins is my exception to every rule, actually. Speaking of rules, Arizona doesn't seem to care a bit about those right now. Her smooth hand cupping my center. I buck automatically into her touch which gets my girlfriend to bite down on my shoulder.
"You. Are. So. Fucking. Wet," she speaks under her breath as she kisses the place she just bid. "You okay?"
I can't answer her, I can't focus on anything besides what she's doing to me right here, right now. I nod, giving her permission to do what she pleases. And so she does. Pressing her front against my side, my shoulder pushed between her breasts; her loose shirt providing the space we need. Arizona runs her hand up and down my center, enjoying a little too much how much power she's got in this position. I've still got my eyes locked at the headrest, trying to comprehend all of the amazing feelings shooting right through me. When she stops her actions and presses her thumb against my clit, my head shoots back, my eyes instantly closing.
"Nuh-uh," Arizona scolds in a whisper. "Eyes open."
I do as she asks of me, turning my head to look at her. When we lock eyes she makes sure I'm okay, sending me a sweet but devilish smile. I lean in to place a kiss on her lips which she eagerly accepts, her lips smearing themselves all out my mouth. I hungrily participate in this battle, as Arizona swiftly removes my panties to the side.
The cab comes to a stop, making us halt in our actions. Not bothering to figure out what caused the movement, Arizona just runs two fingers through my folds… my very drenched folds, I might add. The scent of my arousal meets my nose and clearly Arizona's too. The sensation of my scent and how wet I am because of her drives Arizona crazy, I know so. She detaches herself from our kiss, going straight for my pulse point as she collects my moisture on her fingers. Sucking, biting, marking me. I moan… loudly.
"Shhh," Arizona chuckles before returning to her work. I slam my head back in frustration, shaking it from one side to the other again and again. Arizona's actions leaving me without any chance of getting out of this with sanity. And it's amazing, it's hot and it's oh so freaking unbelievable. She is… all of that. I am pudding in her hands… literally. Those hands, though. And those fingers, those master fingers. Speaking of…
Arizona enters me with no warning, making me arch my back off of the seat, my head once again slamming itself back into the headrest. "Godddd…" I hiss under my breath. The cab moves again, not that any of us cares.
"Arizona's just fine," she smirks, her fingers pumping in and out of me with full vigour… like a pro doing what's to be expected of an expert. Arizona's an expert in me… everything concerning me and my sexual needs. She knows me and what I want… sometimes even before I know it myself. "Open your eyes, Eliza." I oblige, looking straight ahead.
The hand not trying to kill me, snakes from behind my back to the front of my chest, squeezing my breast in a mix of strong and weak squeezes. What I'm experiencing is almost magical… all of this creating a sex-filled bobble I don't ever want to come out of.
Arizona curls her fingers inside of me, causing me yet again to arch my back, moaning. I bite down on my lip, knowing very well that I'll soon bleed. But it doesn't matter. Arizona Robbins has got me feeling more alive than ever, so what does a little blood mean… it means nothing, she means everything. I use my ass to meet her thrust, lifting off the seat just a fraction meeting her fingers in an almost silent dance. She uses her free hand to turn my head, smiling brightly at me as she flicks her thumb over my bundle of nerves, watching me screw up my eyes as she screws me in this freaking cab. She enjoys it… I enjoy it… heck, the cab driver sure enjoys it, because let's be honest… he knows what's going on, he's got ears. But I don't care, tomorrow maybe… but not now. Now I'm about to come in the hand of my oh so hot girlfriend while we're escorted by a cab driver. It's just plain stupid but it's fucking amazing…
She curls her fingers once more, testing where I'm at… the wet sound of her fingers going in and out of me is about to explode my ears, her hot breathing against my face as she watches me change due to her actions. I'm like her masterpiece, she's the artist. And then, when I somehow find the strength to open my eyes and look at her again… then… then she does the scissors-move with the two fingers buried in my heath only to drag them against my walls. That… that!... sends me over the cliff… with a silent cry, my mouth agape as we stare at each other. I cum hard, feeling myself pool into her hand. I'm sure it's going to stain the seat but I couldn't care less right now. She smiles at me, those dimples popping and going straight to my heart. Wow…
"You okay there?" she whispers when I finally find a somehow decent facial expression. She pulls out, causing me to shake due to the loss of her fingers inside of me.
"Mmmmh," is all get out, my throat hoarse. Twisting slightly in my seat, I chastely press my lips onto hers. Arizona grins, sporting a very smug look. "What?" I croak out with a smile.
"Look who just came in a cab."
"Your bad intentions…" I chuckle, finally finding my own voice. "…are very hard not to be affected by."
"I'm not the one with bad intentions here," Arizona shakes her head no while grinning. "You thought stepping into this cab… that you were about to have your world rocked, right?"
"Look who's making high assumptions here," I squint my eyes, basking in the fact that this is so easy… me and her, teasing each other right after having made a very inappropriate thing in public. I love her sooo much, it's freaking scary sometimes.
"Well, didn't you?" Arizona looks at me in interest, the truth very most having been on display the entire time.
"So?"
"The bad intentions are all on you, Minnick."
"And what do you mean by that?" I raise an eyebrow, laughing.
"If you hadn't worn that dress, we wouldn't be here…" she points at my outfit.
"What?" I exclaim, snorting.
"It all starts with a dress," Arizona states matter-of-factly, like it's something everyone besides me knows. "Everyone knows that."
I can't believe how she does that… that… always turning the tables so that she's the innocent one. She just fucked me in a cab but then makes me out to be the unruly sex-freak. She's unbelievable… I'm so going to marry this woman one day!... my intentions being all good and all… I mean, mostly good.
AN2: So, there you had it. I hope you enjoyed taking a cab ride with Arizona and Eliza ;)