AN: So you liked first part of the movie night, huh? Let's see if you like the second part as well :-)
I actually got a really interesting review which I've decided to use as a source of inspiration – because creating a new family isn't as easy as it looks. Thank you for taking me back to when my own childhood had to get a make-over with the fancy thing called a modern-family!
This is just a little filler chapter to get us going, hope you'll all stay on board anyway.
The more information I get on this woman the more excited I get. I want to know everything about her and even though I was the one spilling my messed up past…and present for that matter, I can't help but wonder why I haven't seen Arizona before. I mean, I've been at Zola's daycare more than a couple of times but I've never seen that beautiful blonde. And it's actually been bugging me ever since I found out because I know, I would've remembered if I had seen her. Such beauty isn't able to go unnoticed, especially not by me.
"I've actually only worked at the daycare for a year or so," Arizona smiles, her lips glistening in the illumination from the candlelight, making me want to touch them again. "I used to work at an orphanage."
"Wow…that's quite interesting," I say impressed, giving her a soft smile.
"You think?" she asks, her hands on either sides of my calves where her thumbs are gently stroking.
"Mmmh," I hum as my own hands draws lazy circles on her thighs.
All Arizona is doing is smiling and I don't know if that's because she doesn't agree, doesn't want to talk about it or her, or because she's bored. And I can't stand the fact that my date…because, yes. Arizona's my date!...could be bored when I'm in fact is having a real good time. Sensing it's time to change the colorful, magical movie, I chance a question I hope will make my blonde stay a couple of hours more.
"You wanna watch an adult movie?" I don't even notice my choice of words before Arizona's eyes go wide and her eyebrows shoot to her hairline. "Oh god, no. I didn't mean an adult-adult movie. I meant a movie that's not animated," I quickly defend myself, running a hand over my face and trying not to look at the woman before me. God! There's my proof, I am really as smooth as sandpaper when it comes to women. I could've just asked if she wanted to watch another movie or listed off titles, but no. Always gotta humiliate myself. Nicely done, Torres!
Arizona, clearly sensing the inner monologue I'm currently having with myself, removes my hand from my face. "I'd love to watch a non-animated movie with you," she smiles and then kisses the palm of my hand. "Just need to go to the bathroom," Arizona tells me as she raises and heads for the toilet. "Pick a good one," she softly calls, giving me a wink over her shoulder.
Okay, okay. I didn't mess up – not that I think so. Unless she just used the bathroom excuse to find an emergency exit? Was that the front door? Come on, Callie. Get yourself together…she's not going anywhere! She's not. She likes you. She likes you enough to sit through all of your crap. Movie. Find a movie. Find a non-sexy, adult movie. Yes.
Kneeling in front of the small, oblong TV-cupboard, my eyes search for a good movie but it's like the only movies we've got are either Disney or rated Family. Knowing that I do have some movies somewhere that are considered to be perfect entertainment for two adults wanting to get to know each other, not really caring about the movie, I reach in behind the colorful children paradise of stories. I grab something and pull it out, looking at the cover and shrug; why not? That's definitely not sexy. Lots of children and churches, yes. Very not sexy. I pop it in the machine and lounges myself back on the couch. Not a minute later Arizona returns.
"Aw, that's just lovely," she chuckles. "Scoot over," I give her questioned look but move to the corner of the couch, my legs curled up under my chin and back resting at the armrest. She sits in the other end of the couch and smiles…that beautiful, sexy, adorable smile I can't ever let slip past me again. Arizona reaches out and tugs the hem of my jeans while gesturing with her head for me to join her in the other corner. And I will never say no to that, I'm sure the silly smile I'm giving her tells that exact thing. When my body quickly settles on the edge of the couch, my back falling back into Arizona's front and her arm coming to gently lie on my hip, I feel the world cease to exist. Everything is blurry and it's perfectly okay because the warm breath of one amazing, blonde woman is washing down my neck and sending shivers down my spine. It is fantastic, it is comfort on a very high level. I can't seem to remember when I have felt so much contentment from just one gentle spooning before. And from now on I won't be able to ever forget this feeling, it has somehow trickled itself into me and I will never let it ooze out again.
I try to keep my heartbeat steady as the movie plays but it's really, really hard with Arizona being so close. I don't know where to put my hands and if she's reading my thoughts, the hand resting on my hip snakes down my midsection and intertwines itself with one of mine. I tug the other one under my cheek and feel myself fall even more back in the embrace of Arizona. Her lips come to kiss the top of my hair and once again I feel like I'm on fire. My heartbeat races even more than before and I know she can feel it. Heck, I think the entire apartment building can feel it; amazing that Sofia isn't standing at the end of the couch, complaining about earthquakes or something. Sighing comfortably, I pull her arm tighter around me which rewards me with another kiss – this time on my cheek.
"So…nuns, huh?" Arizona breaks the comfortable silence.
"You hate the movie?" Of course she would… It's corny and musical and long. But I just thought… everybody loves it. It's the perfect feel good movie. Oh, I suck at this.
"No, silly. I don't hate it," she reassures me with a soft giggle. "Who can hate a movie where you can make 7 outfits out of what…four window drapes? And I like the music…especially when the guitar appears. And ooh, I love to hate Baroness Schraeder like…really love to hate her. And ooh-oh, the concert's just so beautiful and when the boat tips and they all fall into the water," Arizona eagerly speaks and all I can do is enjoy the amazing voice that's currently making love to my ears. Her head is propped up on her elbow that's resting on the armrest, the back of my head nestled into the crook of her neck, as she continues to babble on about what's so great with this movie. Good going, Torres!
"I'm glad you like the movie," I cut her cute stream of words off as I turn my head to look up at her.
"Well, it's all about the good company actually," she grins and then slowly leans down. Our heads are so close, our lips mere inches apart. I can almost taste the sweetness that is her lipgloss, the faint taste of wine and caramel ice-cream, and just the sensational taste that's entirely her. "I'm gonna kiss you now," she informs me in a whisper as our eyes connect – and I'm sure our souls do too.
"Thank you," is the only answer I'm able to form as I watch her eyes twinkle just before she closes the infinitesimal space between us. And it couldn't have fitted more perfectly with the movie playing behind me; energetic tunes seeping out of the speakers, telling me to have confidence. And I have. I have. Now. As Arizona's tongue asks for entrance and I give it to her. The way the kiss deepens in a slow, almost killing speed, makes my head spin. Our hands are still intertwined around my stomach but suddenly I feel Arizona's hand slip out of mine, and if it wasn't for the fact that I'm busy kissing the air out of her lungs I would've whimpered by the loss. But our newly freed hands give me an opportunity to hold her, so I cautiously try not to break the kiss as I turn in her arms. Grasping her side and pulling myself closer to her, Arizona's leg drapes over mine as to anchor herself to me and her hand traces up and down my neck, my forearm, my side only to resume the trail again. I feel a soft moan escape her throat when I oh so ghostly move my hand over her firm ass, and I swallow it while trying to deny myself the oxygen my lungs are screaming for.
When we can't make it another minute, we part and eagerly inhale to fill our almost empty lungs. The smile I receive when I open my eyes is everything my heart screams for, it's everything I want to live for. That and the laughter of my daughter. I place my hand on her cheek and pull myself up a little to lay a soft kiss on that said smile. Arizona hums in contentment and my heart immediately fills with satisfaction. I once again turn and wrap her arm around me so that we're spooning as we were before, Arizona's head now resting on my shoulder as we watch the movie that's currently showing that ridiculous spruce cone scene. We both laugh while falling deeper and deeper into the warm bubble we've created.
As Maria finally gets her head out of her ass and returns to the Von Trapp children, I can't hold it back anymore. I need to know more about Arizona. I need to know about her favorite things, her background, her job, her…her everything. So calming the two fingers drawing circles on my stomach with my hand, I voice my thoughts out in my living room, my eyes on the screen.
"So you like musicals and kids, you've worked at an orphanage, you're a sauce-kinda-gal… Tell me more."
Arizona lets a deep laugh resonate in the room and I feel like a total nerd, once again. Apparently sensing my inner failure slap, she quickly stifles her laugh, making it a cute giggle. "I'm sorry. It was just a very…very fine definition of me," I can feel Arizona's stomach vibrate against my back, revealing her continued laughter. "Well, I only like this musical, I love kids, I worked at the orphanage because the fates you meet there – they are so life-affirming, horrible at times but still life-affirming and incredible beautiful. It was a hard job but I'm so grateful to have been given that life experience," she softly tells me as the hand I'm not holding on my stomach plays with my loose and now pretty messy ponytail. "And no, I remember I told you that I actually don't eat sauce. Only yours," Arizona smirks as I turn my head to look at her, a mischievous grin on her lips.
"Oh is that so?" I play, arching an amused eyebrow while playing with her thumb ring. "Tell me more."
"What do you wanna know?" she asks sweetly and it takes everything I've got not to shout 'EVERYTHING'!
"What do you wanna tell me?" I play instead, smiling as she resumes to her giggling.
"Oh, the cleverness of you," Arizona shoots back.
"Shut it, Wendy, and tell me more."
"Alright, alright," she chuckles, biting that extremely sexy lower lip. "I play guitar, I bake the most amazing cupcakes if I do say so myself, and 'The Green Mile' is my favorite book."
"Music, cakes and books? Really? That's what you're giving me? Are you like 10 or something?" I play unimpressed.
Chuckling, Arizona continues. "I have these roller-skates I'm really fond of, I hate hiking and I grew up with my parents and my older brother," she smiles. "Oh, and I'm not 10. I'm way older than 10."
"Thank god!" I draw a sigh of dramatically relief. "How old is that then?" grinning, I pull off her ring and spin it between my fingers.
"You don't ask a lady how old she is, Callie. That's not very polite," she fakes a hurt look and right there I think I could just jump her. Not in the sex-crazed kinda way, though…oh well, yes. But that wasn't why in this situation. Her face just has that magical pole I keep being drawn to, it asks and begs for me to lavish kiss upon kiss on all the beautiful angles.
"How else do I get to know if I'm sharing a couch with a foetus or a geriatric?" I smirk, holding the ring above my head, squeezing one eye shut to look through the hole.
"Ha ha, you're oh so hilarious," Arizona says sarcastic.
"I know. But if you don't wanna say it first, I can say how old I am and then you go?" I suggest innocently.
"Now, who's 10?" she chuckles.
"I'm definitely not 10, I'm 31. And even though my daughter's 2 ½ years I'm not old. I'm in my best years," I state because I've got nothing to hide, nothing to be ashamed of. I know I look good for a 31-year-old and for that I'm very grateful.
Arizona takes her ring from my fingers and slides it back onto her thumb with a sigh. Turning my head to look at her, her face isn't showing any kind of…anything. And that's when I get nervous. What if I'm too old? Too old with a brat…but Arizona likes Sofia, she's told me more than once tonight actually. But what if it's too much for-
Arizona once again cuts my inner rambling off with one of those smiles again. "You're not old. You're beautiful," she compliments me. I'm all about to sink into the couch from all the pudding she's made me into, when she makes me float again with the touch of her lips. She still tastes like heaven! And then she brings me back to the pudding mess I was in just before.
"Hhhhammanahhh," a shaky breath leaves my throat when Arizona finally nips at and releases my bottom lip with a pop.
"Totally!" she nods mockingly.
"Oh shut up," I swat her arm. "And now you go," Arizona's face goes blank and I can't help but shake with chuckles. "You're age, woman. How old are you? Or is it a secret or something?" I tease.
"Like your sauce is a secret?" she teases back but when all that get her is a smirk, she finally complies. "I just turned 30."
"Just?"
"Yeah, like 2 months ago. So I'm the foetus and you're the geriatric!" she states with a smirking nod.
"Yeah yeah, but I'm a geriatric who cooks brilliantly!" I nod up at her face hovering mine.
"That is the truth," pecking my lips sweetly, she pulls back again. "Your turn, or would you prefer if I found an empty bottle so we could play spin the bottle as the 10-year-olds you keep referring to us as?" Arizona's chuckle is amazing and without any warning I pull her back down and kiss her.
"No need. I can kiss you without a bottle telling me to," I say when we part, her eyes just as dizzy as my head feels.
"Cute," she states, placing her head on my shoulder again.
"Okay. Callie isn't my-"
"I know," Arizona cuts me off.
"You know? What do you know?" I ask confused.
"That Callie is short for Calliope," how is that even possible? I can't believe it… she's known all along and hasn't said anything… "Derek told me," she tells me, her leg pulling me even closer to her body.
"I'm going to kill him!"
"Don't. I like you and it would just be terribly hard to keep seeing you in jail. And besides, Sofia wouldn't like it either…picture which games she'd play with her stuffed animals then. I mean, Callie… it wouldn't just be Barbie hitting Mr. Bear in the head, it would be Ladybug killing that big Pooh in the corner of her room. Total massacre. Don't do that to her. Don't kill Derek. Because…because your name's beautiful."
I know she's been talking, I know that. But all her words seemed to blur out after she said that she liked me. She likes me. I know she wouldn't be here if she didn't, I know she wouldn't play with my daughter if she didn't but still…it felt out of this world amazing to hear those words.
"I like you too!" I burst out without any control of my thoughts or my tongue.
"That's a relief," she chuckles. "So yeah, no. No killing, no murdering, no assassins, okay?"
"Deal," I grin goofily and continue. "I've got an older sister, cooked since I could walk, I love watching medical shows when I've got the time. Hate thunders but love storms. Oh, I'm afraid of elevators and I never had any pets."
"No mocking my music, cakes and books when you give me TV, weather, fears and pets," Arizona laughs.
When the music fades out and the screen goes back to the main menu, Arizona hugs me into her and drops a kiss on my temple. We've been in this position ever since the movie started and it's not a second too long, actually it's 10.000 seconds too little. Sitting up, she stretches her arms and I can't help but run a finger down her spine. She's truly remarkable in any ways. Arizona casts me a sweet look over her shoulder and then running both hands through her gorgeous, blonde and shiny hair.
"I better get going," she sighs.
"Yeah, I guess so," sighing too as I pull my legs back and throw them over the edge of the couch. Arizona mirrors my position and places her hand high on my right thigh, turning my head to look her directly into the eyes I'm thrown back by the beauty of this whole scenario. The almost non-existent light from the candles and the light from the green TV-screen make her eyes twinkle and come even more to life than ever. It's like looking through a kaleidoscope of fairytales. She gives me that feeling of wanting to be more, to be better because she deserves it. Because deep in those eyes, she tells me that she needs me to be. I let my fingers play with her soft hair before leaning in and placing a soft kiss on her lips, feeling her body respond to it just as my own does. "So you'll…you'll…" I try after we break away, but I can't get the words over my lips. I can't ask her even though she's offered it earlier. It could've just been a heat in the moment kind of thing.
"I'll see you tomorrow," she smiles and gives me the reassurance I needed.
"Really?" I sigh with a smile.
"You know it. I never bail on my promises," Arizona proudly tells me, her dimples coming out to play with my heart again.
"That's good to know," we both raises, me just behind her as she walks to get her purse and jacket on the chest in the hall.
When she's ready to leave, she lingers in the doorway. Approaching her, I drag her in for a hug. An amazing and perfect hug, those kinds of hugs you only get from the ones you're supposed to hug. Those hugs that linger on your clothes, in your mind, in your heart forever. Dropping a soft kiss to her cheek, I smile.
"Thank you…for tonight. It was-"
"Perfect!"
"Yeahhh," I breathe happily.
"Tomorrow?" she asks one more time as I fidget with her thumb ring again.
"1pm? You think you could make it?"
"Nowhere else I wanna be," and with a soft touch of her lips upon mine, I watch as a blonde woman gets smaller and smaller before my eyes but bigger and bigger in my heart. Closing the door, I lean my back against it and draw a sigh of pure and utter happiness. Even though Mark has decided to turn up nothing will be able to ruin the fun fair inside my body, inside my soul.
So tell me, did you like second part of movie night just as much as I did writing it? I had a lot of fun, actually :-)
May you all have a nice week-end!