This song, though. Every time I hear this song I think of Callie and Arizona - it fits with so many stages of their relationship over the years, it's just kind of perfect. I knew it needed to be somewhere in this fic, and then this scene...just kinda unfolded. As always, comments are love :)
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True Love, by P!nk (featuring Lily Allen)
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Arizona
"God, you can be so freakin' pedantic!"
"I'm pedantic? We're surgeons, it's not exactly a bad quality!"
Callie rolls her eyes, not even bothering to hide the exasperation on her face as she gestures toward me.
"Yeah but you don't need to run our household like your O.R. It's not exactly a life or death situation if there are a few pieces of clothing on the floor."
"A few pieces?" I look around the bedroom, motioning to the pile of Callie's garments haphazardly strewn all around the laundry hamper, "all your clothes are on the floor, Callie. They are always on the floor. I mean seriously how hard is it!"
"Oh my god, Arizona. I just don't see what the big deal is!"
"I just hate it; it looks messy. When you take off your clothes, just throw them into the damn hamper."
I bend over and grab a handful of various fabrics, dropping things into the wicker basket.
"Will you stop that."
I grab another shirt and shove it into the hamper, purposefully giving her a look as I do.
"Well somebody has to do it. I already have a seven-year-old and a two-year-old to clean up after but you know, I guess I can take care of one more child."
Callie raises an eyebrow at that, her eyes taking on a challenging look as I make a show of shaking out a pair of her wrinkled dress pants that were in a heap by the bed. A pair of underwear falls out of them, and I just grab them from the floor too with an exasperated sigh.
"Don't be an asshole."
"No, it's fine, really Callie - "
I know I'm purposefully pressing her buttons now, but I can't help it, and I wave a hand toward her as I scoop up a stray, dirty sock.
"If you want us to live like a couple of college freshmen-"
A strong arm reaches out and Callie pulls me toward her, making me stumble a bit as I'm tugged unceremoniously against her. The flash of annoyance in her eyes doesn't go unnoticed, but a second later she spins us around and I feel luscious curves press me against the bedroom wall, the sock plucked from my hand and tossed far over my shoulder to the floor again.
My mind has barely registered what's happening and her hands are all over me - one of them sliding under the front of my tank top, the other tangling in my hair as she crashes her lips against mine. I kiss her back, instincts kicking in, and she pins me firmly against the wall in a clear show of domination. She kisses me almost feverishly; her tongue sliding over mine in an insistent exploration, and her teeth nip at me as a low growl escapes her throat.
I'm still angry at her, and more than a little annoyed, but it takes my mind a few minutes to catch up as the hand that was snaking under my top pinches at my breast. I groan loudly into her mouth, almost ready to simply submit, but despite my body's longing to keep going, I grab her shoulders and push her away from me with a slight huff of breath. The brunette whimpers slightly, darkening brown eyes glaring at me, and it takes everything I have to pull her hands off me again and hold her at bay.
"Callie..."
I breathe her name into the low light of the room, trying to give it a tone of warning, but it comes out more like a breathless plea as I stare into her lustful eyes.
"Calliope," I draw her name out slightly this time, and I press my hands firmly against her shoulders, "we're not done fighting. I'm so mad at you right now."
Callie's always been stronger than I am though, and she pushes toward me, grasping my wrists and holding them up on either side of me. I know she could take me right now if she wanted to, and I couldn't really protest. I wouldn't really protest - because who's going to argue against the best sex they've ever had? But I'm still annoyed about the clothes and she's just trying to distract me from that fact.
She leans in then, her lips millimetres from mine, and I glance down as the tip of her tongue darts out to lick them. She's just being mean now, and she knows it.
"Stop trying to distract me..."
I manage to breathe out the words, my brain quickly losing control as my body responds to her very presence. I can feel her warm breath against my lips, and although no part of her is currently touching me except for the hands pinning me back, it's like I can feel her all over.
"You're hot when you're angry."
Her voice is lowered now, to the sex-laden tone she knows will make me weak in the knees, and she darts her tongue out once more, this time letting it trail lightly along my own bottom lip. I resist the urge to capture her lips in a kiss, but I know if she keeps this up I won't be able to hold out for long. Calliope Torres knows exactly what drives me crazy - and the longer we're together, the better she gets at doing it. She glances up at me and a smirk forms on her lips - she knows very well that I'm about to break.
"You're not really mad at me, are you?"
She draws the words out as her thumb starts tracing light circles over my wrist, and I'm not sure which distracts me more - the insistent touch, or the throaty sound of her voice. I squeeze my eyes shut, but I can feel her soft breath against my ear now, and that alone is almost enough to make me lose control.
"I am annoyed," I swallow thickly as her tongue traces the shell of my ear, "you never...pick up the damn clothes."
She kisses just behind my ear and then licks at the sensitive skin - the spot that always drives me insane - and a shudder runs down my spine almost instantly.
"You want me to pick them up right now?"
She murmurs against my ear before drawing my earlobe between her lips, nibbling lightly. She's still holding her body away from mine, only her lips and her hands making contact, but it's driving me absolutely, completely insane.
Releasing my earlobe after a moment, she trails her tongue down along my jaw, leaving a trail of moisture that cools when the air hits it and makes me whimper for more contact. I can feel her smile at the sound I make, and she lightly kisses down my throat, her tongue swirling over the racing pulse in my neck. She's still holding my arms against the bedroom wall, but I wriggle a bit against her, craving more contact - needing her hands on places other than my wrists.
That warm tongue flicks out along my exposed collarbone, and she kisses up my throat again, glancing toward me. One eyebrow raises sexily, dark eyes meeting mine, and she leans in and bites my lower lip, lingering and teasing just long enough for a loud moan to escape my throat.
"Mm," she licks it, soothing the spot with her tongue, "that's what I thought."
The minute her hands release my own, all the remaining restraint I possess flies out the window. I grab for her, burying my fingers in silky, dark hair as I crash our lips together, kissing her like she's the very air I need to breathe.
Callie doesn't take long to reclaim her position of dominance, though, and her toned, caramel arms push me back against the wall as her mouth continues to lay claim to mine. This time she presses her body flush against me, and I can feel her burning skin through the thin layers of cotton we wear. I can't help the low growl that escapes my throat as I slide my hands under her t-shirt, and I let my hands wander up her sides, her silky skin warm under my touch. I grasp hastily at the material of her shirt as I try to pull it up and strip her of it, and she laughs a little breathlessly, releasing my lips just long enough to let me yank it off and toss it, my own following in quick pursuit.
"Mm...what happened to no clothes on the floor...?"
Bare skin finally connecting, a soft moan echoes into the room - and I'm not sure whether it came from her or from my own body. Her lips are kissing their way across my jaw again, and I grab fistfuls of her hair as she moves down along my collarbone, heightening the arousal in every inch of my skin.
"Calliope...shut up."
Her teeth nip at my neck and I can tell the spot she's been lingering on is going to have a mark by the time we're through. I don't care though. I'm hers, and she can claim me all she wants - mind, body, and soul.
I grab her hand and slide it down my bare stomach, pulling her to where she knows I need her the most. She chuckles softly against my neck before leaning up and kissing me again, and I feel her deft fingers push just under the waist of my pajama pants, tracing along the heated skin there.
"I love when you're pushy."
She murmurs the words against my lips before kissing me deeply, and I just let my fingers get lost in luxurious waves of hair, finding it very difficult to form any coherent response. I gasp as her hand slides lower, pushing beneath the thin cotton that separates our skin, and she lets two strong fingers circle over my clit before she dips them inside me, a whimper leaving my throat as I try to catch my breath.
I glare slightly when she pulls her hand away...but then she nonchalantly slips those same fingers up into her mouth and I groan in sheer agony at the sight.
"Callie."
Uttering a throaty warning, I grasp at her wrist, but the brunette just smiles a little, licking her fingers clean before leaning in to kiss me. I can taste myself on her lips - one of my favourite things ever - and that alone is almost enough to drive me over the edge. But I know my wife, and I know what's coming...and so when she hooks her thumbs into my pants and drags them down my legs, slowing lowering herself to her knees, I am more than ready to wait for her next move.
The hot, open-mouthed kisses she trails down my stomach make my muscles contract with a shudder, and I lean my head back against the wall, hands sliding into her hair as I wait for the flood of sensations I know is about to assault my system. Callie breathes me in, her nose nuzzling the inside of my thigh, and she glances up with a hint of mischievousness in her eyes. She picks up the cotton pants I'd stepped out of only moments before and holds my gaze, her voice a sexy murmur.
"I should probably put these in the hamper."
Grabbing them and tugging them out of her hand, I blindly throw them somewhere behind her - long ago having given in to my arousal.
"I hate you."
She leans in with a smirk, her tongue flickering out against me, and I lean back into the wall with a soft cry - finally, finally getting what I've been waiting for.
"I love you too."
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