Some more deleted scenes, as we suffer through this endless winter break. I'd like to call these webisodes my 'missing drabbles' - short, but insightful (well, a little, at least). I'm sure you guys know where they fit into the story. I hope you'll like them. Please let me know, I might wanna write some more... :)
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1.
"Grazie!" I smile at the bartender as he hands me the red wine I just ordered. The glass is too full, but in the eighteen hours I've been here so far, I already learned that food, and apparently drinks as well, are basically about quantity over here. I don't mind though, I can use some extra tonight. Out of habit I swirl my glass, sniff, then take a small sip, briefly circulating the wine throughout my mouth. It's not the best... but it will do.
"Listen, I know I left you like ten messages already and you don't seem to care, but I do hope you'll hear me out one more time."
The voice next to me makes me look up. There's a woman sitting three seats away from me, with no one in between us. She's gorgeous. The fact that she's clearly furious doesn't change that. After all, there's nothing wrong with some fire - some passion.
"I've been to your place. I know you're gone," she continues. "And I'm glad, glad that now at least I know I don't have to worry anymore. That I know that you are not lying dead under some stairs somewhere."
Her voice sounds harsh. Hurt. I shouldn't eavesdrop, I really don't intend to, but I'm kinda bored... and this sounds way too juicy.
"I'm glad that you finally gave me reason to just be pissed off. Cause whatever reason you may think is good enough to walk away like this, well, it's not. It's crap! You are crap!"
Whoa, sounds like someone is soon going to be one sorry ex-boyfriend...
"You know perfectly well that I have nothing to do with your resignation. And treating me like I'm part of it all, like I am crap... that's really not okay, Eliza!"
...or girlfriend!
"So, here it is. When you'll start to realize that - and you will! - just don't bother to come back. Don't even bother to call me. We are done."
She ends the call with a deep sigh and puts her phone away, just as mine starts ringing - for the fifth time tonight. I check the screen, even though I don't need to. I press decline, also for the fifth time tonight, and turn off my phone. Slowly exhaling, I close my eyes for a moment. Remember when the world was actually big? When you could actually leave things behind?
I should call my brother. Tell him I'm here. Or I could surprise him just a little bit later? I turn my head and glance at my neighbor again. A small grin flashes over my face. I mean, what's the rush, right?
She's kicking back her drink (I'm guessing it's gin tonic and I'm guessing it's not her first one), looking slightly less angry than a minute ago, though still pretty agitated. And still absolutely gorgeous. Sorry fratellino, you do have to wait a little longer. There's a damsel in distress - or, as she seems strong enough to save herself, probably just a damsel - waiting for me. I'm sure you understand.
I slowly get up, take my wine and walk towards her. As I take the seat next to her, she shows me a small, polite smile.
I smile back at her.
"You're drinking alone?"
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2.
"You want another espresso?" Andrea asks, already waving at the waitress. I nod and he orders two more coffees and some extra fette biscottate.
"I can't believe I flew all this way just to have Italian breakfast again," I laugh.
My brother returns my smile. "It's a nice place though, isn't it?" I look around the small bistro and smile at him; it really is.
"So, are you gonna tell me about Italy?" he drops the question, before taking a big bite of his rusk.
I shake my head. "Nope," I simply answer. With his mouth too full to react straight away I quickly continue, changing the subject, "I need to ask you a favor."
Andrea raises his eyebrows, waiting for whatever is next.
"I need you to introduce me to Miranda Bailey," I tell him. "She's your boss, right?"
He narrows his eyes, looking a bit suspicious. "Why?" he asks with a hint of restraint in his voice. "Are you going to seduce her as well?"
Unable to stop myself, I burst into laughter. "No! I want to talk to her about work."
"You wanna go back to work?"
I pick up my espresso and take a small sip, careful not to burn my mouth. "Sì. It's been long enough. I wanna finish my research."
"Okay. So you are really doing better then?" he cautiously checks. His concern warms my heart and I realize how much I've missed him.
"I am," I smile again, "I really am."
Somewhat reassured, he seems to relax a little. "Good. I'm glad," he slowly nods, just before a small smirk creeps on his face. "Cause although I know I owe you a few depressing weeks on my couch, I don't think I can trust you around my roommate anymore!"
I throw my napkin at his head as another genuine laugh escapes me. "Oh, shut up! When did you become so prudish?!"
My brother is smart enough not to answer me. Instead we finish our breakfast in comfortable silence. After the waitress cleans our table and goes to get our check, I look at him again. "So, you'll ask her? To meet with me?"
He pulls a face. "You promise not to sleep with any more of my bosses?"
"I promise," I tell him with a straight face, yet with my fingers crossed behind my back - albeit in the most obvious way.
Andrea shakes his head. "I'll ask her," he sighs, his eyes twinkling and telling me he's not that serious though. "And I'll probably regret even saying this, but I'm really happy you are here."
I lean forward and tousle his hair, before he can even duck away. "Me too," I laugh, and I really mean it.
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3.
"Hm, I guess you like Italian, huh?" I wink. There's nothing like the taste of yourself on someone else's tongue. Arizona opens her mouth to shut me up, but it's me who quiets her first as I capture her lips again.
Hungry for more, I gently shove her back against the kitchen wall, pinning her with my body, my lips already finding their way back to her neck. My fingers trail down, impatiently, till they find the button of her jeans. I can feel how her chest rises and falls heavily as my breasts press against hers.
"You know, I have a perfectly fine bedr-oooah..." she groans, just as my hand slips into her panties. I groan as well. She's wet for me.
"I don't want your bedroom," I breathe against her skin. I catch her bottom lip between my teeth and tug until she lets out a small gasp. "I just want you. Right now. Right here."
I retrieve my hand and pull her shirt over her head in one swift movement. My hands quickly find her hips again, holding her firmly against the wall. Arizona tries to pull me in, but I surprise her by suddenly spinning her away from me, making her face the wall. As my hand slips around her waist, roaming the naked skin of her abdomen, I press my body into hers from behind. My free hand brushes her hair to the side and I trace the back of her neck with open mouth kisses. I don't think I'll ever get enough of her taste, her smell.
"Carina," she pants heavily, but I shush her - I already know what she wants. My hand slides downwards to tuck itself into her jeans again, my fingers stroking the smooth silk of her panties. With her palms flat against the wall, she throws her head back onto my shoulder. She's gasping, ready for more, but we're not there yet.
I manage to yank both her jeans and panties a bit further down, then wrap my other arm around her as well. A small attempt to give her some extra support. My hand slips underneath her bra and starts squeezing her breast; her hard nipple rolling between my fingers. She whimpers and her body squirms against mine, uncontrollably as it seems. I tighten my grip a little to make sure I keep her up on both feet.
With my lips attached to her neck and one hand still teasing her nipple, my other hand lowers again, till it reaches its destination. I gasp. Her pussy feels so hot, it's like she's literally burning with desire. My fingers start to explore, slipping between her wet lips, slowly finding their way up to her pounding clit. As I start rubbing, drawing firm circles around the swollen nub, her hips begin to move against my hand. I mirror her movements, pressing my dripping core against the back of her hipbone, telling her I want her just as bad. Another moan escapes her.
I start circling her entrance, teasingly. Letting go of the wall with one hand, Arizona reaches back over her shoulder and buries her hand into my hair. "C- Carina," she begs again, her mouth just an inch away from mine, "Just f-" She exhales. "Just fuck me already!"
Her voice sounds as hoarse as her breathing. I can't resist it. She wins.
I close the small gab between us for a wet, sloppy kiss and enter her at the same time, two fingers at once. She moans into my mouth. Her hips meet my thrusts and I grind my sex against her tensed body, a little harder this time. I'm still so sensitive from before, I don't need much more than this to come all over again.
"That's so.. Y-you feel so good," Arizona breathes against my ear as our lips break apart in a desperate need for air. "Don't stop. Don't ever stop!"
"Sto godendo," I groan in return, as my fingers keep sliding in and out. I feel how her walls clench around them. The palm of my thumb finds her clit again, hitting it every time I thrust in deep, taking her hard like she begs me to, with and without words.
With my other hand still upon her breast, my lips grazing against her neck - muffling my moans into her hair, my body this close against hers, I feel like we are one.
And I come.
And she comes. Panting. Quivering. Convulsing around my fingers.
But it doesn't stop me. Despite my own shaking legs, despite her pulling my hair in her need to hold on to something - anything! - I manage to keep her up. I do as she told me. I keep thrusting. I keep stroking. Until a second orgasm hits her. Until our legs finally give in and we slowly drop ourselves to the floor, holding on to each other, and not able to speak another word.
Seriously, who needs a bedroom?
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