A/N- This started out as a fic that I wrote for Guiding Light characters and I could not find the inspiration to finish it. I changed the characters and some of the plot and was finally able to keep going with this.
Please review and let me know your thoughts on this! Oh, and I own nothing. This is all for fun.
"Awww, that's a shame because you bring out the best in me." Callie smiled suggestively as she shifted closer to Arizona. "And as a matter of fact, I wouldn't mind getting nasty with you. So…have you ever thought about it?" Callie dropped her free hand to Arizona's thigh and slowly walked her fingers up it.
"Tho...thought about what?" Arizona fumbled over her words.
"About what it would be like to..." Callie paused as she reached the waistband of Arizona's jeans. Lifting the blonde's shirt slightly, she ran her fingers along Arizona's toned abdomen before continuing, "be with someone who knows your body as well as you do." Arizona shivered and her stomach muscles tensed as she anticipated Callie's next move. She could not contain a small groan of frustration when the older woman removed her hand and sat back to take an oversized bite of her pizza.
Arizona eyed Callie curiously, wondering what the other woman had planned. Noticing a small amount of sauce in the corner of Callie's mouth, she sat forward, placing her half-eaten slice of pizza on the lid of the box.
"What are you..." Callie began.
Turning her attention back to the designer, Arizona reached forward to tuck a strand of hair behind Callie's ear. "You have a little, tiny bit of...never mind, I'll get it," Arizona said, tucking her legs underneath her body and sitting up straight. She reached forward and cupped Callie's face in her hand. She lifted her thumb and allowed it to linger above the sauce for a moment before tilting her head slightly and replacing it with her tongue. One painfully slow, deliciously languid stroke of Arizona's tongue against her cheek was all that it took to undo the brunette. Callie tangled her hands into Arizona's hair and used the long, blonde tresses to pull the other woman closer. Arizona mirrored Callie's actions and tightened her hold on the older woman's hair. Tension amplified as both women panted in short, labored breaths. Callie's eyes darted from Arizona's glazed over eyes, to her perfectly glossed, pink lips, and back up again. Arizona met her gaze and, unwilling to relinquish control to the other woman, she licked her lips seductively. The intensity of the moment threatened to consume them as each woman wordlessly battled for the upper hand. There was no doubt in Callie's mind that Arizona wanted her, and if she hadn't thought about sleeping with a woman before, she certainly was now.
Callie used her grip in Arizona's hair to lower the younger woman onto her back. She crawled the remaining distance and straddled Arizona's hips, placing her hands on both sides of the blonde's head. Callie lowered her body and moaned huskily, a twinge of arousal coursing through her as Arizona thrust her hips forward. Callie's eyes were locked on Arizona's lips as she inched closer. She gazed into blue eyes that silently pleaded with her to continue. A momentary flash of panic danced across the photographer's face, catching Callie off guard. Callie allowed herself to get lost in Arizona's eyes for a few seconds longer before she sat up, trailing her hands over the blonde's thighs and coming to a stop at her knees. She exhaled deeply, taking Arizona's hands in her own and pulled them both up and off the couch. "It's getting late. We should probably start the shoot soon." Callie released Arizona's hands in an attempt to appear professional.
Arizona cleared her throat and ran her hands down her body to smooth out her clothing before responding, "Ready whenever you are." Willing her hands to remain steady, she bent down to pick up the case that held her camera equipment and followed Callie into her studio, which was separated from the main living quarters by thick, canvas floor-to-ceiling drapes that hung from the ceiling and pulled to the side to grant entrance. Callie's workspace was adorned with gleaming hard wood floors and was surrounded by windows that boasted an excellent view of the New York City skyline. The walls, painted bright white, were flanked by long wooden work tables, meticulously organized and impossibly clean. Dress forms were lined up like soldiers, each one wearing an amazing, one of a kind, Callie Torres creation. This was the kind of studio most designers only dreamed of, and Callie had certainly learned to make the most of it.
"I'm impressed," Arizona said genuinely.
"Impressed? Why?" Callie asked, clearly confused.
"Because your studio is far better put together than that outfit you're wearing," Arizona waved her hand in the air, motioning to the other woman's attire.
Callie scoffed, "I am a designer, Arizona. I am pretty sure that I know what's fashionable."
Arizona chuckled, "Perhaps you should have considered interior decorating instead?" Callie narrowed her eyes at the blonde. "What? I'm just sayin'!"
"And I'm just sayin' that you wouldn't know fashion if someone hit you over the head with a Manolo Blahnik. You probably shop for shoes at Target," Callie responded, a fraction of disgust evident in her tone.
Arizona raised a hand to her mouth and gasped sarcastically. "Oh my God, what was I thinking? Of course the concept of shopping at Target is far more ridiculous than spending nine-hundred dollars on a pair of shoes."
"I knew you would see things my way." Callie fidgeted with the sleeve on one of the impeccably dressed mannequins. "How long is it going to take you to set up your equipment?"
"Not long. Why? Are you in a hurry? Got a hot date with Zac Efron tonight?" Arizona knelt down to open the trunk and removed her favorite camera—a bit old school for the digital photography age, but she loved the way it took photographs. She looked through the lens and pulled back to adjust the focus.
"I'm not even going to dignify that with a response," Callie said, turning her back to Arizona and putting the final touches on the garments draped on her mannequins. Arizona watched as Callie meticulously tweaked each ensemble until it was perfect. She couldn't fight a small smile from forming at the sight of the other woman, so deep in concentration. She's incredibly beautiful when she's not speaking, Arizona thought, stealthily taking a photograph of the oblivious designer. Callie pinned the last piece of fabric in place and stepped back to admire her handiwork. "All right, I am finished. God, I am talented," Callie boasted.
"Modesty looks good on you," Arizona retorted playfully.
"Everything looks good on me."
"You're going to have to move if you don't want your gigantic head in my shot," Arizona said, snapping several pictures in quick succession.
Callie jumped out of the way and moved to stand directly behind Arizona. She positioned her body so that she was as close to the younger woman as possible without actually touching her. "You should shoot from this angle. It emphasizes the..." Arizona turned over her shoulder and glared at the other woman, daring her to continue speaking. Accepting the challenge, Callie smirked before continuing, "Or you know, you could always..."
"Calliope," Arizona warned. "I do not tell you how to rock your Bedazzler, or where to glue on all of your pretty little sequins..."
"I do not use sequins!" Callie hissed.
"Oh, yeah? What exactly would you call these then?" Arizona pointed to the small line of shiny discs that adorned the bottom of the dress.
"Those, my dear, ignorant woman, are called 'embellishments,'" Callie corrected her.
"Riiight. You know if you could just learn how to master the art of glitter and finger painting you'd be all set for your first day of kindergarten."
"Honey, I excel in the art of finger painting. If you need proof, there is a bottle of chocolate body paint in the top drawer of my dresser." Callie pressed her chest into Arizona's back and leaned in close to whisper, "I would be happy to show you." Arizona shivered as the other woman's breath danced across her cheek. Her involuntary reaction to Callie's actions caused her finger to slip off the button and she accidently snapped a picture. The blonde's face flushed instantly, and she cleared her throat, hoping that Callie didn't notice her rose tinted cheeks.
"Easy there, shutterbug. It was just a suggestion," Callie teased.
"Okay, here's how the remainder of this photo shoot is going to work," Arizona said, drawing herself up and asserting herself. "You are going to walk over to your desk, and sit down. I know it may seem far, but trust me, sweetheart... you could use the exercise." Arizona winked before pushing Callie towards her desk. The brunette stumbled the short distance to stand beside her chair. "Sit," Arizona instructed. Callie opened her mouth to protest but Arizona raised her hand to silence the older woman. Callie huffed before throwing her body down into her chair. "Good girl. You do understand basic commands. Now, if only I could get you to roll over and play dead!" Arizona laughed loudly at her own cleverness.
"Any excuse to get me on my back, right?" Callie asked with a devilish smirk.
"Any excuse to get you to shut up!"
Callie crossed her arms over her chest indignantly. Heaving a sigh, she reached across her desk and picked up the most recent issue Vogue. She threw her feet up on her desk, leaned back in her chair, lifted the magazine, and began reading.
When Arizona was certain that Callie was preoccupied enough to let her perform her job, she walked around to survey the headless models. She knew that here was a lot riding on this shoot and her perception of the other woman's new line. She internally estimated the most effective angles to properly showcase the designs and snapped several pictures. She glanced up from behind her camera to find Callie's eyes fixated on her. A mischievous smile played on Arizona's lips and Callie knew in an instant what the blonde haired beauty had planned. Callie pointed at Arizona and opened her mouth to speak but it was too late. The bright light of the flash temporarily blinded her and she had to blink several times to regain her vision. "Delete that!" Callie barked from across the room.
"No," Arizona stated simply.
"Yes," Callie shouted in frustration.
"Not. Going. To. Happen." Arizona punctuated each word for emphasis, giggling as she looked down to the image of Callie on the small screen.
The brunette jumped up from her chair and stalked towards the younger woman purposefully. "Just give me the camera and I will delete it then."
"No." Arizona cradled the camera to her chest and turned her back to the designer.
Callie swung her right arm around Arizona and tried to grab the camera from the blonde. Arizona was quick to twist to her left causing Callie to miss her intended target. "Arizona," Callie began, wrapping both arms around the other woman's body in an attempt to still her movements. "Give me that camera or I'll... I'll..."
"Or you will what? You'll huff and you'll puff and you'll..." Arizona cut in, stopping mid-sentence as Callie spun the younger woman to face her.
Callie dragged her perfectly manicured nails down Arizona's arms and placed her hands on top of the other woman's. "You really have no idea what I am capable of, do you?" Callie purred.
Arizona fought her desire to give in to the surge of arousal that seemed to overwhelm her whenever Callie was near. "I am well-aware of your capabilities, and I must say...I am really not all that impressed," Arizona said, turning out of Callie's embrace and bending down to quickly pack up her camera equipment. She stood and walked back towards the brunette. Leaning in slowly, Arizona watched as Callie's dark eyes fluttered closed. She dipped her head slightly to place a lingering kiss at corner of the unsuspecting woman's tantalizing mouth. "I think that I got everything I needed," Arizona pulled back to whisper against Callie's cheek. "Sweet dreams, Calliope," she called back to the speechless designer as she exited the studio.
