Title: Sunny with a Chance of Sexy Showers (2/?)
Summary: Events leading up to the milliseconds of environmentally friendly co-showering in 6.11 "Blink".
Disclaimer: I do not own or profit from this work or these characters in any way. They belong to Shonda and all her lovely peeps at ABC. I have a huge amount of respect for the writers and do not intend to harm or disrespect their work and/or characters in any way. I'm just a Grey's fangirl having fun with the SGH family we know & love ;)
A/N: Sorry this took a while for me to upload! I've had it written since last weekend but life has been pretty hectic so...forgive me? *appealing smile* :) Hope you like it and let me know what you'd like to see from here; I'm a little unsure of how I should start.
She dipped down and grazed her teeth from the waistband of Callie's boyshorts, over her bellybutton "…I love you", up her stomach, "so much…and…", nipping the soft mounds of flesh over the purple fabric, "I want to look you in the eyes," she pushes her hands under Callie's top and squeezes the full breasts she finds, "when I fuck you senseless."
With that, Callie snaps her eyes open. Deep brown and ocean blue lock intensely as Arizona roughly grinds down on her lover; both gasp in pleasure as their aching centres finally meet.
"Oh baby, yesss..." Callie hisses at the contact.
Jerking her hips against her lover again, eyes still locked, Arizona can't help the grateful smile that forms on her flushed face, "Baby you have no idea how badly I want you right now".
Arizona moves her right arm above Callie's shoulder to support herself as she lowers her body and nuzzles into Callie's neck, continuing the slow grind with her hips, and sloppily making her way towards full, parted lips. "No idea…want…need…how bad…mmmm…SO bad".
Their lips meet in a passionate and greedy kiss, between heavy breaths, laced with obvious want and need. Callie's brain seems to finally grasp that this is not a sleep-induced illusion as she soaks up the kiss and runs her hands up and down a soft, milky waist. This is the real Arizona Robbins. The real Arizona Robbins is turned on, talking dirty, and all over me. Fuck, yes.
Callie tugs at Arizona's peach camisole just as Arizona reaches for the waist of Callie's boyshorts. Their limbs frantically tangle, reach, pull, until a mishmash of clothing is haphazardly strewn across the bedroom. The women hastily arrange their bodies to accommodate this new freedom and begin a frenzied rhythm of thrusting hips, struggling for air between their kiss and bodily exertion. With their initial wave of arousal beginning to calm, the lovers quit the horny teenager act and begin a more slow, sensual pace.
"Good God, I love you," Calliope murmured against the blonde's shoulder, her voice dripping with sincerity and passion.
Arizona smiled down at her lover. "I know, baby, and I believe I have just the thing to make sure you never forget it", she said, with a playful glint in her eye. Callie raised a brow- a silent cue that the blonde should elaborate.
Using Calliope's chest to support her, Arizona leans down, brushing lightly against blushing lips and tickles her girlfriend's nose with her own. "It might have something to do with that whole 'fucking you senseless' thing…" she muttered innocently but with a fire in her eyes.
She could feel the Latina's breath hitch beneath her as the same fire was reflected and intensified in those beautiful brown eyes. "Yeah?" Callie questioned softly as she let out a ragged breath, "And what might that be?"
Rather than answering verbally, Arizona thought it best to show her luscious beauty which tool she planned to bring into play…literally. The blonde lifted her body so that she was once again straddling her brunette lover, leaning back so her soft, but firm, bottom rested against Callie's bent legs. She narrowed her hooded, fixed, gaze slightly as her tongue slowly slipped out to part her soft lips. With jaw partially slacked and parted, gritted, teeth, Arizona let her lithe tongue dance swiftly, back and forth, through the sultry air.
If it had been anyone else, Callie probably would have found it dirty or trashy, but on Arizona Robbins? Dirty is good. In fact, that might have been the hottest fucking thing Arizona had ever done. Her naked, sweat-glistening body mounted over her own, just out of reach- so powerful, so confident, so sexy, but completely at the service of one Calliope Torres- Callie had never been more ready for her devilish angel to devour her and bring her down to heaven. All she could do was let out a whimper of anticipation as the blonde nestled herself between her caramel legs, leaving one limb to rest with bended knee while raising the other to rest, extended, against her breast and shoulder. With Arizona's centre flush against Callie's ass, she grips the brunette's ankle with one hand. The other runs down the smooth calf, stopping at the underside of the knee for support. With her body now positioned just right, she Arizona circles around her lover's ankle and continues her slow descent, running her tongue down the inside of the long, toned, limb. Nearing her destination, Arizona throws Callie's leg over her shoulder and lifts her hips, letting the other leg fall further to the side, granting her better access to her girlfriend's glistening core. She drug her tongue lazily over the crease where thigh & centre meet, her blonde curls tickling Callie's sensitive skin, before blowing cool air over the pulsing core before her. Eager to taste her Calliope, Arizona abandons the slow and sensual. She laves over her gorgeous girlfriend, flicking rapidly over her throbbing clit, then she parts the wet folds and aggressively thrusts her tongue inside, determined to blow her lover's mind.
Cristina Yang burst through the door to her apartment, slick with a cold sweat, grooving impatiently to the iPod beat in her ears. She had never been one for morning sprint drills…or jogs for that matter- especially during winter in Seattle- but it was part of Owen's routine a few days a week and they were trying to let one another in to the simpler aspects of their lives. So this morning was Cristina trying. She really tried but she couldn't stand another 45 minutes of that crap; she much preferred dancing as her cardio.
Right now, though, all she wanted was to feel the warmth and comfort of a hot shower. As she made her way to her bathroom, Cristina observed Callie's closed bedroom door. The apartment was just as she had left it.
Holy crap, those two are still asleep! Must be freakin' nice…vacation…pft, I don't get vacation…they just laze around her for three days…it's 9am and they haven't even eaten breakfast yet; must be nice…
Cristina is pulled from her thoughts when she notices the pile of dirty towels on her bathroom floor. Sighing, she turns, making her way to Callie's door, still grooving along to Madonna.
"Great…we'll try not to wake Sleeping Beauty and the Ortho Princess…", she grumbles to herself, reaching for the doorknob.
"Ah! Fuuu—" is all Cristina gets out.
Upon entering she is met by her very naked roommate, head thrown back and a look of sheer pleasure on her face, while a mess of blonde curls and a pale back are visible between caramel legs. At Cristina's outburst, Callie and Arizona both turn towards the source. A mixture of horror, embarrassment, panic, and anger is written across their faces as Cristina turns on her heel, making a swift exit, and firmly shutting the bedroom door behind her.
Okay, so not still sleeping…dirty towels it is. And I was wrong…at least Blondie's had breakfast.