Title: All Bets Are Off 11/?
Author: GreysAddictJ
Pairing: Callie/Arizona
Rating: NC-17/M
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine. No infringement intended. Also, I don't use a beta, so all mistakes are mine.
Summary: A/U - World class professional poker player Arizona Robbins is known for keeping her cool in high intensity situations. What happens when an upstart new player, Callie Torres, sets her world spinning out of control?
A/N: Note the rating change.
A/N2: Here's my gift to you – I think we'll need some fluff to get us through this mini-hiatus. I'm not one to really beg for feedback (okay, sometimes I am), but I'm going to need something to keep me sane through the next few weeks. Please humor me and comment! Something's gotta keep me from going crazy! Comments=love.
As they drove in silence back to Arizona's house, Callie began running her hand slowly up Arizona's thigh. Arizona did her best to ignore her attentions, not wanting to get too heated, too quickly. She nearly lost it, however, when Callie's hand left its place atop her thigh and made its way to the inside of her leg, millimeters from where Arizona wanted her most. Callie lightly scraped her fingernails across the fabric of the blonde's jeans, tickling, teasing her nerve endings, which were ablaze.
Arizona bit her lip in frustration and stared out the window, attempting to maintain some semblance of control. When she couldn't take it any longer, she took matters into her own hands, so to speak. She reached down and grabbed Callie's misbehaving hand, lacing their fingers together. She brought their joined hands up to her lips and placed a kiss on the back of Callie's hand. "Later, Calliope. Be patient. I promise you, it will be worth the wait. I've got all sorts of ideas of just exactly what to do with you and trust me, they'll be a lot better than some hurried, cramped car sex."
Callie let out a slightly exasperated sigh. "I suppose I can wait . . . so long as you promise me it's coming . . . soon."
Arizona leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on her cheek. "I promise that it . . . and you . . . will be coming soon . . . and that you won't be able to walk straight in the morning."
Callie's mouth dropped open in shock. "Arizona! You're telling me to behave myself and then you go and talk dirty like that! Not cool!"
They both laughed together, silently thinking about the events to come.
After pulling into Arizona's driveway, they both practically vaulted from the car. Callie was upon Arizona in a second, pressing her body into the side of the car, lips attacking every inch of exposed skin, hands running up and down her sides, groping, prodding, teasing.
Arizona pulled back slightly. "Inside, Calliope," she rasped. "Don't want to give the neighbors a show."
Callie nodded and grabbed Arizona's hand, dragging her to the front door. Callie continued her ministrations, snaking her arms around Arizona's waist from behind as the blonde rummaged through her purse for her keys. Callie placed slow, wet kisses along Arizona's neck, eliciting a frustrated groan from her girlfriend.
"Arizona." Callie husked. "If you don't find those damn keys . . ."
"It might be easier if I weren't being distracted by some really impatient . . . really hot . . . girl." She continued to rifle through her purse, silently cursing herself for keeping so much crap inside. Finally, she held up the offending keys in triumph. "Found them!"
The second they were inside the door, Arizona dropped her things in a haphazard pile and pressed Callie into the door. "My turn," she whispered, as she began tracing a wet path with her lips along Callie's face and neck, pulling aside her shirt slightly to nip and tease at her collarbone." Callie responded in the only way she was capable of – wrapping her arms around the blonde and pulling her even closer. Callie gasped as Arizona shoved her thigh in between Callie's, pressing it against her heated center. But just as quickly as she had begun, she was gone.
"Arizona!" Callie called after her as Arizona walked into the next room. "Enough! I need you. NOW!"
Arizona turned back and smirked, her dimples teasing at Callie's shredded composure. "Soon enough, Calliope. We're taking this slow."
"Arizona Robbins! If you use that word – slow, one more time. I'm gonna . . . I'm gonna . . ."
Arizona arched her eyebrow in amusement. "You're gonna what, Calliope?"
Callie was at a loss for words.
"Yeah, that's what I thought. Now follow me. I didn't say that we weren't going to have some fun tonight. We're just going to do it my way Now just trust me. It will be worth the wait." She grinned and continued walking.
Callie, frustrated beyond belief, had no choice but to follow her. Even if Arizona decided to pull away again, to continue this torture, she'd follow anyway. She'd follow her anywhere. The pull this woman had over her was frightening, as well as exciting. She followed Arizona into a room she hadn't seen before. Inside was a poker room, decked out with its own poker table.
"Arizona. You can't seriously want to play more poker. We've been playing all day. No more – I need a break from poker."
Arizona chuckled. "Oh trust me, Calliope. You're going to want to play with me when you find out the stakes."
Callie gave her a questioning look. "Care to elaborate?"
"We're playing strip poker."
As those words left her girlfriend's mouth, Callie nearly lost it. Her mouth went suddenly dry and her heart threatened to pound out of her chest. A jolt of excitement shot straight down to her core and she was suddenly on fire, unable to see or think straight. How she was going to focus on winning this game, she didn't know. But she damn well was going to try.
Arizona sat down at the table and began expertly shuffling a deck of cards. "Okay, Calliope, here are the rules. We're going to play 5-card draw. You can fold your hand right away with no penalty. However, once the betting begins, your clothes are like poker chips. You can bet an article of clothing. You lose the hand, you lose that article of clothing." Both women blushed slightly at the thought. Arizona offered Callie a flirtatious smile as she gazed into her deep brown eyes, which were sparkling with excitement and lust. "Now, let's count our articles of clothing – we don't want one of us having an unfair advantage" She smirked. "Not that it'll matter . . . I'm going to have you naked in no time."
Callie ignored the butterflies, or what really felt more like rather large birds, fluttering in her stomach. "Oh, really? We'll just have to see about that, won't we? If I recall, the last time you played against me, you lost – bad." She grinned, loving their flirty exchange.
They quickly evened out their attire so that they both started with the same number of "poker chips" or articles of clothing. Arizona dealt them each five cards, face down.
Looking down at her cards, Callie pondered her options. "I bet one item of clothing."
Arizona smiled and taunted her. "Sure you want to do that, Calliope? Okay, then, I'll match your bet and raise you another."
Callie quickly agreed. Both women drew a few cards and engaged in nonverbal communication – trying to intimidate each other with looks alone. Finally, Callie made her move. "I bet one more."
"I call." Arizona said without hesitation as she turned over her hand. She had two pair – a pair of kings and a pair of threes, which clearly beat Callie's pair of 8s.
Callie grumbled and thought about her options. After a moment she removed both shoes, as well as her jacket.
"See. I told you I'd be getting your pretty little behind naked in no time, Calliope." Arizona loved teasing her, knowing that in the end, all this build up would make things even more epic than otherwise would have been the case.
Callie narrowed her eyes. "You'd better watch it, Arizona, or I might just take my pretty little behind home and just celebrate your win all by myself."
Arizona laughed at Callie's obviously empty threat. "Just deal the cards, Calliope. The sooner you lose this hand, the sooner I can see some skin."
Callie rolled her eyes and dealt the cards. Arizona fidgeted a bit and rearranged her cards. "I bet two articles of clothing."
Callie, pleased with her cards, smirked. "Confident, aren't we? Fine. I raise you two more." Arizona called Callie's bet
The two women drew some cards and Arizona stared Callie down, attempting to gauge the strength of her hand. Finally, she announced her bet. "Two more."
Callie looked down at her cards again and took a moment to think. She had a pretty strong hand – a winner she thought. But if she lost right now, she'd be losing 6 more pieces of clothing. Hell . . . it would be worth it in the long run, no matter the outcome. "I call." She turned over her cards and heard Arizona curse. Callie's three 7s beat Arizona's two pair.
Callie smirked. "You lost, you strip."
Arizona reached down and took off her shoes, a pair of obnoxiously bright pink Converse Chuck Taylor sneakers. Callie began to snicker.
"What?"
"Just you and those shoes. Really Arizona? They're bright pink. They're ridiculous." Callie continued to laugh.
"So? They're awesome. Just like me. Do not mock my Chucks."
Callie put up her hands up in surrender. "Fine, fine. You and your hideous shoes are awesome. Now stop stalling and lose the clothes."
Arizona removed both socks, her jacket, and after pondering for a moment, her pants. She figured that her pants were less of a loss than her top, since she was covered from the waist down by the table. She shuffled the cards and re-dealt them.
They played out the hand, which resulted in Callie losing only three articles of clothing – both socks and her shirt. Arizona swallowed hard as she watched her girlfriend deal the next hand. Her breasts, skin a perfect shade of caramel, just threatening, teasing to spill out over the top her red lacy bra. At that moment, she had no doubt that Callie had chosen to remove her shirt instead of her pants entirely on purpose – to distract her. And damn it, it was working.
It was time for some deceptive measures. Time to put all of her talents to work, so to speak. After surveying her cards, Arizona knew exactly what she needed to do. She checked, indicating that she didn't want to bet.
Sensing Arizona's weakness, Callie bet one item of clothing. "You know, Arizona, you can still fold right now and run away. Of course, that would make you the loser . . . but maybe better than the loser of more clothing."
Arizona smiled and simply matched Callie's bet. After their draw of cards, Arizona again checked, figuring that Callie wouldn't be able to resist betting. She was right. Callie bet another article of clothing.
"I'm all in." Arizona announced quickly. "I bet everything I've got."
Callie debated her options for a moment. She didn't have that many clothes left to lose as it was . . . and really, was it such a bad thing to lose at this point? Arizona's repeated and unmistakably lust-filled gazes at her chest had her nerves worked up into a frenzy. Finally, deciding that maybe winning wasn't the most important thing, she agreed. "Fine. I'm all in as well."
They turned over their hands, and Arizona's hand was the winner. If asked later, neither one would have been able to remember exactly what those hands even were.
Callie rose and began to remove the last items of her clothing – her pants, bra and underwear. As she reached for the button on her jeans, Arizona laid a staying hand atop hers.
"No, Calliope. I'm the winner of these clothes and I will remove them as I see fit."
Not to be one to fight such a request, Callie removed her hand and waited for Arizona's next move. "As you wish," she added, smiling at the corny reference to the movie they'd watched the day before.
"Get on the table."
"What?" Callie asked, a little confused.
"I said, Get. On. The. Table." Arizona ordered, a little forcefully. The tone of her voice, along with the unmasked look of abject desire reflected in her bright blue eyes, sent shivers running through Callie. She nodded and sat on the edge of the poker table.
Arizona was atop her in an instant, pushing her further back onto the table. Cards flew in every direction, as did a few stacks of neatly piled poker chips that had been sitting in the center of the table. Arizona hands quickly flew to the button of Callie's jeans, making quick work of them as she roughly slid them down and off of Callie's legs.
Callie sat up and ripped Arizona's shirt open, buttons flying everywhere.
"Hey! I liked that shirt!" Arizona protested, secretly turned on beyond words at Callie's aggressiveness.
"Sorry. Too many clothes." Callie husked, before capturing those supple, protesting lips in a soul-sucking kiss. Callie flipped them over, eager to gain the upper hand for a moment. Her tongue plunged into Arizona's awaiting mouth as they melded their bodies together, skin-on-skin, apart from a few offending pieces of undergarment. Callie began to grind her hips against Arizona, desperate for the friction that would send them both into oblivion.
Arizona raised a hand to Callie's face, forcing her to focus on her eyes. "Calliope." She whispered, the sultry tone of her voice nearly sending Callie over the edge right then and there.
"Yeah?" Callie husked back as she gazed into Arizona's deep blue eyes.
"Not so fast." Arizona smirked as she used the temporary distraction to roll them over, once more winning control. "I won. Remember. And since you are my prize, I get to do with you as I please." She leaned down and began kissing her way down Callie's body, starting at her pulse point and slowly moving south.
"Hey . . ." Callie attempted to protest, but was too distracted by Arizona's teasing mouth. "I . . . never . . . agreed . . ." Her words trailed off as she lost all power of speech. Arizona's mouth had made its way to her bra-clad breasts, nipping, teasing, sucking through the material, leaving a damp spot as she moved from one nipple to the other.
Finally, Arizona reached behind her back and unclasped the garment, freeing Callie's luscious breasts. Arizona reached up and palmed one with admiration, while taking the other in her mouth. Callie let out a stream of groans as Arizona swirled the hardened nipple around her tongue, gently nipping before moving on to repeat the process with the other.
Arizona moved further down, raking her tongue slowly across Callie's stomach. She slid further down still, placing small brief kisses along the border of Callie's panties, gently grazing her teeth over the outside of the fabric.
Callie reached down and ran her hands roughly through her girlfriend's hair. "Arizona," Callie rasped. "I need you. Please."
Knowing that the teasing had gone on long enough, Arizona quickly slid off the last stitch of Callie's clothing and dipped her fingers into Callie's heated core. "My God, Calliope. You're so wet."
Callie laughed lightly. "Tell me about it. I've been in this state constantly for several days. And it's all your fault." She laughed again, but her laugh was cut short by a gasp as Arizona gently inserted two fingers into her slick tunnel. Sensing that it wouldn't take much to bring Callie to climax, Arizona quickly set a pace, driving her fingers in and out of her girlfriend. Judging by the stream of expletives coming from Callie's beautiful lips, her fingers were working their magic.
"Oh God . . . Arizona. Mmmm. Please . . . more."
Sensing Callie's need for release, Arizona bent and gently took her girlfriend's bundle of nerves between her lips, gently sucking and swirling her tongue around its edges."
That was the final straw. Callie grabbed Arizona's head as her hips bucked wildly, her muscles squeezing around the moving fingers inside her. "Arizonnnnnnaaaaa . . . fuck . . . I'm . . . cominggggggggg . . ." Arizona continued her ministrations, wanting to extend Callie's pleasure for as long as possible. As Callie came down, Arizona scooted back up the table and placed a leisurely kiss on Callie's lips.
"That was . . . that was . . . unlike anything I've ever experienced." Callie grinned, before pulling Arizona in for another kiss, tasting herself on Arizona's lips. "You are right about one thing, Arizona Robbins. You are pretty awesome. Now . . ." Callie's words trailed off as her hand fell to Arizona's breast. "Let me return the favor."
Callie rolled them over and made quick work of all of Arizona's remaining clothing, knowing that now was probably not the time for teasing . . . as much as she was tempted. Callie slowly reached down and slid her fingers into Arizona's slick folds. She grinned, eyes smiling into Arizona's. "I see I'm not the only one rather turned on by this whole affair." Arizona nodded, a little distracted by Callie's wandering fingers to properly answer.
Callie gently inserted two fingers and set a pace, pumping in and out of Arizona, eliciting gasps of pleasure from the blonde. The feel of Callie's fingers inside her was perfect . . . just right. Callie added the force of her hips to her hand, thrusting against Arizona as the blonde arched her hips off the table to meet her.
Arizona knew that it wouldn't take much to bring her climax to fruition, but also sensed that Callie was quickly heading in that direction again as well. "Calliope." She gazed into Callie's lust-darkened eyes. "I want you to come with me. I need to feel you against me."
Somehow, despite her lack of experience, Callie knew just what to do, removing her fingers and placing her center directly over Arizona's, grinding their hips together in an erotic dance. The speed of their mutual thrusts quickened as they arched against each other, eager to feel as close as possible, to feel that much needed friction. Poker chips and cards went flying every which way as the force of their coupling heightened.
"Fuck . . . Calliope . . . my God . . ." Arizona gasped, slamming into the table, knowing the end was near.
After a few more heated thrusts, Callie fell over the edge, experiencing a climax even more powerful than the one before. Her entire body shuddered as she let forth a low moan.
The feel of Callie's orgasm was enough to send Arizona's own ripping through her body, electricity jolting through her. "Ohhh . . . Calliopeeeee . . ." Arizona screamed as her climax crashed around her like stormy waves against the shore.
Attempting to elicit every last ounce of feeling, they ground against each other a few more times, reveling in the feeling of their joined bodies. However, the repeated slamming of their bodies was too much for the table, and just as the women collapsed upon each other in sated bliss, so did the table, its legs giving out from their unusual use. As one end of the table slid to the ground, so did the two women, landing in a heap of sweaty, naked limbs on the floor.
Arizona wrapped her arms around Callie and both laughed. "Well, looks like I'm going to have to replace the table. Somehow, I don't think this type of use falls under the warranty." Arizona grinned and placed a gentle kiss on Callie's temple. They lay there on the floor in contented silence, taking a moment to recover.
Callie finally broke their silence. "You know, if I'd known that all it would take to get you into bed was some gaudy gold bracelet, I'd have run out to the nearest store and bought one days ago."
Arizona chuckled. "Oh, it wasn't the bracelet. I have a feeling tonight would have happened whether or not I won that tournament. I've wanted you since the moment I first laid eyes on you. I was just trying to be respectful and responsible for once. But even I have my limits. As the old poker adage goes, 'you've gotta know when to hold'em and when to fold'em.' It was time I laid down my hand and let you win . . . so to speak. But I guess we could call this a win for both of us."
Callie smiled, placing a quick kiss on Arizona's lips, gently brushing away stray hair. "Oh definitely. I'm glad you finally decided to fold. I was beginning to think you were bluffing and that you really didn't want me. All that teasing can give a girl a complex."
"Okay, enough with the poker metaphors. I can think of much more interesting things to be doing right now." Arizona smirked as she pulled Callie up after the floor and led them to the bedroom, eager to continue what they'd started.
Callie followed her, but stopped in mid-stride, laughing.
"What?" Arizona turned to ask, perplexed at Callie's sudden humor.
"Oh nothing. It's just that you've got the Queen of Hearts stuck to your ass, Arizona."