Title: Covert Affairs 14/?
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 – Callie Torres is a badass. A professional badass. As a spy working for the United States government, it is her job to protect the American people from threats that they don't even know exist. She's awesome at her job. Focused and in control. Except when it comes to the mysterious blonde she needs to help her with her most dangerous mission yet.
A/N: Sorry it's taken me so long to update. I've turned into one of those authors I hate as a reader – the kind that is super slow to update – so much that you forget what's even going on in the story. I sincerely apologize. Work has overtaken my life lately. However, I'm changing jobs. I have 3 weeks off in between , so hopefully will have time to update often. If I don't, feel free to throw bricks. And thanks to those of you who are sticking with me.
Arizona stretched, her back arching, which gave Callie a full, pronounced view of those perfect breasts. Suddenly, Callie didn't care. The mission could wait for an hour. Right now, she needed Arizona. And if the world exploded in the next hour because of the delay, at least she'd go out with a bang. Literally.
Callie watched Arizona for a few more moments, almost as if a predator watching her prey. She circled her slowly from behind, before gently taking Arizona's hand and pulling her smoothly up and out of her chair.
Arizona, who had been deep in thought, looked up at Callie with a confused look on her face. "Calliope. What are you . . ." She let her words trail off as Callie smiled and gently placed a finger over her lips.
Silently, Callie led Arizona out onto the balcony that was attached to the room. They were enveloped in almost complete silence. Arizona leaned on the railing and cast her eyes across the silent desert expanse before her.
Callie studied Arizona's perfect silhouette, awash in the moonlight. Just looking at the woman made her heart skip a beat. It made her decidedly uneasy. She'd meant what she said – that she loved this woman. But that didn't mean that it didn't scare the hell out of her. She was used to being a lone wolf, the type who depended on no one but herself. But now, she couldn't help but feel that her happiness was suddenly and inextricably intertwined with the woman next to her. And that was unsettling to say the least. Unable to resist the incessant pull to be near Arizona, Callie reached out and gently trailed her fingers across the bare skin at the nape of Arizona's neck.
Despite the warmth from the desert environment, Arizona shivered at Callie's touch. She closed her eyes and allowed herself to succumb to the silent, seductive, and calming atmosphere around her. The utter silence, the touch of the woman she loved, the darkness . . . it was easy to relax, to forget, for just a little while, where they were and why they were there. Arizona shifted to face Callie, her fingers drawing lazy patterns on Callie's arms.
All it took was a silent, smiling look from Arizona and Callie was undone. She drew Arizona into her arms and savored the embrace. The warm, safe, comfortable feeling of Arizona's arms around her, of Arizona's breath tickling her neck, of her intoxicating scent washing over her. There was nowhere else she'd rather be.
Callie began to slowly trail gentle butterfly kisses across every inch of Arizona's exposed skin. Callie smiled inwardly as she felt the blonde shudder beneath her touch.
After a few moments, Arizona pulled away and steered Callie's roving lips towards her own. As much as she loved the sensation of Callie's lips on her bare skin, she longed to touch, to savor, to taste this magnificent woman.
Their starting slowly. It was lingering, as they took time to explore one another. Tongues moved against each other is a slow, languid dance. Time and space lost all meaning. There was nothing else but Calliope. Nothing else but Arizona.
Callie let out a low groan as Arizona took her bottom lip between her teeth, gently nipping and sucking. Unable to contain herself, Callie tangled her hand through Arizona's blonde locks, urging her to deepen the contact.
Sensing Callie's urgency, Arizona pulled her ever closing, increasing the intensity of the kiss. She loved feeling the way that Callie's body responded to her ministrations. Feeling a bit devious and wanting to speed things along, Arizona slipped a leg between Callie's, pressing her thigh upwards to put pressure where Callie needed it most. Arizona smiled to herself as she felt the heat emanating from Callie's core.
Callie took a sharp intake of breath as Arizona pressed against her center. She felt herself coming undone already and they'd barely begun. Feeling her legs begin to threaten to collapse, she led Arizona to a nearby reclining deck chair.
Callie sat down, hoping Arizona didn't notice her wobbly legs, and pulled the blonde down atop her.
Arizona sat, her legs straddling Callie's hips. The second she was settled, Arizona pounced again. Despite the fact that Callie had initiated this tryst, somehow it had quickly become Arizona's show.
Arizona continued her assault on Callie's lips as her hands roved over every inch the brunette's luscious curves. Arizona slid her hands under Callie's shirt, enjoying the goose bumps that spread out across Callie's skin at the welcomed contact. Arizona spread her fingers wide across Callie's back, enjoying the feel of the warm skin beneath her own. Needing more, she broke the kiss just long enough to rid Callie of her shirt.
The loss of her shirt brought Callie out of her submissive reverie. Wanting to even the playing field, she gripped Arizona's shirt and ripped it apart, buttons flying everywhere. Neither woman cared as they quickly became a tangle of roving limbs, grinding hips, and hushed moans.
Despite Arizona's dominant position on top, she was taken by surprise as Callie's hand slipped below her waistband and into her panties in one swift movement.
Callie smirked, a smug look on her face as she watched Arizona's head tilt back, mouth slightly agape as Callie's fingers slipped into her slick folds.
Any thought of teasing, torturing, or controlling the beautiful Latina beneath her slipped out of Arizona's mind, her thoughts clouded with nothing but the sensations emanating from her throbbing loins. The shivers of pleasure coursing through her as Callie's long fingers explored erased any rational thought, any sound, any smell, any sight. For Arizona, all that existed in that moment was her, was Callie, and was her building climax.
Arizona began to rock up and down against Callie's hand, riding, arching, thrusting towards her inevitable pleasure.
Callie couldn't tear her eyes away from Arizona. There was nothing more entrancing, nothing more erotic, nothing more satisfying than seeing Arizona writhe atop her hand, riding frantically towards her release. It was perhaps the most beautiful sight she'd ever scene. Yes, Arizona Robbins fucking herself on Callie's hand – definitely a masterpiece worthy of a museum. Callie smiled to herself at the thought.
Arizona was oblivious to Callie's musings, lost in the pure bliss of being close to the woman she loved, lost in the beautiful, delicious tension building to a crescendo within her. Edging ever closer, Arizona let out a stream of incoherent words, her eyes closed in concentration, focused only on the fire between her legs.
Sensing that Arizona was close, Callie reached up with her free hand to gently toy with Arizona's bouncing breasts, pinching, squeezing, and flicking at the hardened nipples, their seductive, bouncing dance entrancing her.
Callie's extra touch was all it took to send Arizona over the edge, her stream of moans ebbing and flowing as the waves of her orgasm crested over her. Her body shook and trembled, wracked by the flow of pleasure emanating from her core. Unable to fully support herself, she leaned forward, throwing her arms lazily about Callie's neck, inadvertently burying Callie's face in her perfect breasts as she struggled to steady her breathing.
Callie could only smile as she gently kissed Arizona's heated flesh and patiently waited for her love to regain her senses. Despite the burning ache between her legs, Callie was content. She didn't think she'd ever tire of watching Arizona come. It was like nothing she'd ever known. It was perfection. Her own needs could wait.
Even though she was being slightly smothered by Arizona's breasts, Callie made no effort to move. She was content to sit there, this close to the beautiful woman atop her, happy to revel in her scent, in the comforting rhythm of her breathing, in the steady cadence of her heartbeat. Callie smirked as she thought about her present situation, buried beneath Arizona's chest. She could get used to this.
Callie's thoughts were cut short, however, as Arizona's previously limp body moved swiftly and suddenly off of her, making a quick journey southward. Before Callie could register exactly what was happening, her pants and underwear had make a quick and unexpected departure, leaving her naked apart from her bra, a gorgeous blonde with a devious look on her face smiling up at her from between her thighs.
"I'm going to make you come, Calliope. I'm going to eat you out." Arizona whispered with a devilish grin. "I hope you're ready. Cause I'm going to make you see stars."
Callie felt her mouth go dry. Hearing Arizona talk dirty seemed out of character and it did all sorts of things to her. All sorts of wonderful things. All she could muster was a nod as she watched Arizona's head dip down to where she needed her most.
The minute Arizona's tongue dipped into Callie's drenched folds, both women were in heaven. Arizona savored the sultry taste that was uniquely Calliope. Callie felt her body immediately respond and she knew it wouldn't take long until she was a quivering puddle beneath Arizona's deft touch. Watching Arizona come had already put her nearly over the edge. The skilled way in which Arizona's tongue explored, swirled, and teased at her center was causing Callie's pulse to skyrocket. It wouldn't be long now.
Arizona could sense, from the tension in Callie's muscles, from the way Callie's hips began to arch to meet her lips, that she was close. She flicked her tongue over the engorged bundle of nerves at Callie's center, and swiftly drove a finger deep inside her lover.
Callie cried out with a mixture of shock and pleasure at the welcome invasion. She needed this, needed Arizona inside her, needed more. Unable to form complete sentences as Arizona continued her assault with her mouth and finger, Callie struggled to speak. Finally, between gasps, she managed a single word. "More."
Needing no further encouragement, Arizona added another finger and increased the intensity and the pace of her attentions.
Callie attempted to scream as the most forceful climax of her life hit her., but all that came out was a breathless gasp. Arizona had lived up to her promise – stars streaked across her vision as her body crumbled beneath Arizona's touch, rocking, tilting, swaying in a dance of pure pleasure. Though it probably lasted less than a minute, to Callie it felt like an eternity of pure bliss. A moment that she never wanted to end. She laid their on the chair, incapable of movement. Finally, on wobbly legs, she let Arizona lead her back inside to the bed, where they collapsed together and fell asleep in each other's arms, the mission forgotten for the time being.
An hour or so later, Arizona stirred. She took a few moments to study the sleeping beauty next to her. She was definitely in a difficult, complicated situation. A dangerous one too. Yet here, somehow, she'd stumbled onto something special. Hopefully, she'd be lucky enough to hang onto it. Arizona tried, in vain, to go back to sleep. But something kept gnawing at her. She couldn't drift back off into blissful dreamland. With a slightly exasperated sigh, she quietly got up, careful not to wake Calliope, and made her way to the computer. If she couldn't sleep, at least she could do some work, see if she could make any headway in hacking into the compound's computer systems.
The room was silent, but for the soft cadence of Callie's breathing and the clickety clack as Arizona's fingers flew across the computer's keys. She lost track of time, lost in a maze of encrypted servers, IP clones, and firewalls. The system was surprisingly difficult to crack, but Arizona had no doubt that she'd get it – it just would take time and patience.
She was starting to grow weary – she'd been at it for quite some time, yet the dark of night was not yet threatening to escape. If she could just get past this one encryption . . . she tried a few commands and then suddenly, she was in. She thought about waking Calliope, but there was nothing to show yet. She was in, but she still had to figure out exactly what she had access to.
After poking around for a bit, she stumbled onto something interesting – what looked like the feeds for the compound's various security cameras. Figuring it might show them where and how to get to the Marine and to anything else they might be plotting, Arizona flipped through the various feeds. Suddenly, her heart stopped as her stomach dropped to her feet.
There he was . . . weak, bleeding, dirty. And he wasn't alone. He was surrounded by 3 men. And the things they were doing to him. The video feed didn't have audio, but it didn't take sound for her to see the pain and torture on his face as they beat him senseless, as they cut him, as they burned him. Feeling the bile rise in her throat, she quickly ran to the bathroom and wretched. No one should have to go through that.
She stood at the mirror and studied her pale reflection, splashing cool water on her face. She was struck by how utterly selfish she had been. Letting herself get lost in the whirlwind of romance with Callie. Yes, Calliope was special. But there were more important things at stake. She composed herself and went back into the other room to wake Callie.
It took a few moments to rouse Callie, her sleepy eyes and disheveled raven locks were enough to momentarily comfort Arizona.
"Calliope. I'm in." Arizona whispered.
"You're what?" Callie asked groggily.
Unable to say much more, given the listening devices in the room, Arizona simply repeated herself. "I'm in."
It took Callie a moment, her brain still fuzzy with sleep, but then a look of recognition spread across her face. She followed Arizona to the laptop, where she saw the Marine, who at this point had lost consciousness and was being dragged somewhere, presumably back to his cell.
Callie's heart sank. She knew, just by the looks of him, that he didn't have much more fight in him. He wouldn't last much longer. She noticed the stress and pain on Arizona's face – this couldn't be easy for her – to see a fellow Marine in such a dire situation. She grabbed the blonde's hand and led her to the bathroom.
After quickly turning on the shower, Callie spoke. "So I guess that's Avery."
Arizona, who had been lost in her thoughts, struggled to reply. "Uh, yeah. Guess so." After a moment, she continued. "We have to get him out of there. He's dying. We need to go now."
Callie shook her head. "I agree, he needs help. But we can't just go running in there, guns ablazing. We can't rush this."
Arizona grew impatient. "We don't have a choice, Calliope."
"Arizona. We don't even know where he is yet. We need a plan.. And don't forget, there are bigger things at stake than this Marine. A lot more lives than his could be lost if we blow this."
"Calliope. I don't know what you were taught, but as a Marine, I was taught never to leave a man behind. He needs our help. We can worry about the rest later." Arizona's heart was pounding. Her head was a mess of emotions, panic, and the need to do something, anything, to help him. She just needed Callie to see it that way.
Again, Callie shook her head. She could see that Arizona was agitated, and placed a comforting hand on her arm. "Take a few deep breaths and think about this, Arizona. Take a step back. It's awful what they're doing to him. It is. But we've only got one shot. One shot to put a halt to whatever awful plan they've got going. That's the main objective. If we can rescue him too, great. But as a Marine, you should also understand giving up your life for your country. Are you telling me that he'd rather us save him, even if it cost hundreds or thousands of civilian lives? Would you have made that choice as a Marine?"
Arizona let out a resigned sigh. She knew Callie was right. She knew what his choice would be – the same that hers would be. Country first. Her father had instilled that in his children. And it was something she still believed in.
"So come on, let's get an hour or two more sleep, give ourselves time to calm down, and then we'll plan."
Arizona followed Callie to the bed. What else could she do. As she laid in Callie's arms, the same arms that just hours ago had been the most comforting place on earth, Arizona struggled to compose herself. A single tear trickled down her cheek.
Callie sensed the tension in every one of Arizona's muscles. She gently stroked her arm, placing a few light kisses into her hair. "It will be alright, Arizona." She whispered. "You just have to trust me."
Arizona nodded, unable to say anything. They laid in silence for a while and she felt Callie drift off. Arizona willed sleep to come to her, but it was not to be. She couldn't rid herself of the images she'd seen. They were irreparably painted across her vision. She didn't know if she'd ever forget them.
Finally, unable to take it any longer, she gently slipped out of Callie's arms and quietly got dressed. She slipped out of the room and down the hallway. She didn't know exactly where she was going, but she had to try. She had to do something. What, she wasn't sure. But she couldn't stand by and wait, no matter the consequences.
Callie stirred and reached over for Arizona. Instead, her arms hit nothing but the empty bedding, still warm to the touch, where Arizona had been. She called out, figuring that maybe Arizona had just gone to the restroom. However, after receiving no answer, she got up and quickly searched the rooms. Finding no sign of Arizona, her heart dropped. She knew where she'd gone – after that Marine. Sighing, Callie quickly dressed and grabbed a small sidearm she'd hidden in the depths of her luggage. She quietly left the room, hoping that everyone else was still asleep and praying that she could find Arizona before Paolo and his goons did.
Arizona was so lost in her thoughts, in her frantic search, that she didn't hear anyone approach her. When she felt a hand lay upon her shoulder, she jumped nearly a mile. Heart racing, she turned, suddenly very relieved to see Callie standing there and not some terrorist.
"Calliope, you scared the hell out of me." She said.
"You scared the hell out of me, Arizona. I woke up and you were gone. You could have been caught. You could have been killed. What about the mission? What the held do you think you're doing?" Callie whispered, her quiet tones laced with anger.
"I was . . . I was . . ." Arizona struggled for a proper excuse.
"Looking for Avery. I thought we agreed that we needed to plan. That we couldn't be reckless. That he was secondary objective, as hard as that was. Or were you not there for that conversation?" Callie said, her chocolate eyes fiery with passion.
"His name isn't Avery." Was all Arizona responded.
"What?" Callie asked, clearly confused.
"His name isn't Avery." Arizona repeated. "It's Lt. Timothy Robbins."
"I don't know what you mean." Callie said, still not following. Then the last name hit her.
"Avery was a code name. His name is Tim Robbins." Arizona said, her blue eyes shimmering with unshed tears.
Callie knew what was coming, but she waited for Arizona to say it.
Arizona let out a sigh as a tear fell. "And he's my brother."
A/N: Again, I'm so sorry for the super long delay. I've had almost no time that wasn't devoted to work or sleeping lately. However, I've just changed jobs and have 3 weeks off until I start my new one. Hopefully I'll be able to update more frequently. And I'm hopeful that my new job won't eat up all my free time like the last one did. Also, I apologize, but I think I'm going to have to give up on the voting at the end of the chapters. It's getting to the point in the story where I need each chapter to head a certain way and I can't plan for multiple outcomes. I hope that's okay. Otherwise, the votes would be over something dumb like what color shirt should Callie wear. I do appreciate your feedback and comments, so if you've got an idea, please feel free to send it my way. You never know, it may end up in the story. I truly appreciate those of you who are sticking with me and truly appreciate any comments/feedback you may have. Jen.