AN: Sorry for the wait. I'm back from vacation, that means I won't be able to write and post as frequently as I used to what with school and life. Anyway, I hope you'll still want to read. Here's to the L.A. trip. Enjoy!
I'm not usually one to wear skirts. I'm actually a jeans kinda girl. My job as a zookeeper also makes for pants and overalls which is probably why Arizona has been staring at me the entire trip. She's seen my legs before, of course she has. She has got them curled around her body and her face more times than I can count. She has had her head between them on various occasions, but this... this is a rare sight. Me in a skirt… and a tiny skirt that is… showing off my very smooth and long legs. Because I know, I know many women would kill to have legs like mine, I know that. And my girlfriend would clearly kill anyone trying to touch them judging by the look on her face. She's practically eating me with her eyes as she ogles me. She's not subtle, but then again... I never wanted them subtle. I like a woman who knows what she wants. And right now Arizona vividly wants me.I cross my legs, pulling a little at the fabric of my skirt as I situate myself in the seat. I can see from the corner of my eye that Arizona hasn't moved since we boarded the plane. She's leaned crooked against the window, carefully watching my every move. Her eyes glazed with lust as she snaps her fingers now and again. Her entire body is tense, her teeth biting down on her lower lip. She is so turned on by my appearance right now which honestly makes me want her so much myself. I won't do anything, though. This is completely in Arizona's pace. I only wore this outfit to deflect her from her fear of flying. Clearly, it's working. I don't think she's thought about us flying at all. I think her mind's been occupied with me. Just how I like it.
My girlfriend's a leg girl. That's unmistakable even to the blind. Arizona's a leg girl and a loose hair girl. Seriously, whenever I let my hair fall, she's biting that lip and squirming. It's cute, though, and kind of very hot. And now with me flaunting the length of my naked legs, my hair lightly bouncing and framing my face, I'm sure Arizona's on the verge to explode. She hasn't said much during this trip, her mind not able to form coherent sentences. The silence has been comfortable, though, and I've actually enjoyed having a speechless girlfriend. Mainly because her lack of words is caused by me and my body. I need to know something now, though. I don't know if she'll be up for it, but a girl gotta try, right?"Arizona?" I ask carefully, placing a hand on her thigh. It startles her a bit, so I send her a sweet smile. "Where were you?"
"Nowhere," she shakes her head slightly, trying to gather herself.
"Liar, liar, pants on fire," I smirk.
"Sp-speaking of pants," Arizona stutters, her voice low. "Where are your pants?"
Arizona's eyes snake up my legs for the hundredth time today. Her eyes on me are fuel to my fire. It's igniting everything inside of me. It's making my center burn... like hell. Crossing my legs tighter, I try to ease it.
"In my suitcase," I breathe out, my eyes never leaving hers. The blue in her eyes are darkened, the tip of her tongue poking out between her lips. Okay, I can't take it anymore. I need to fuck my girlfriend on this damn airplane. Please, let her fine with it. Please. "Imma go to the restroom now, okay?" I whisper as I lean in painfully close to her lips. "O-kay?"
"Wh-why?" she asks a little dumbfounded, her mind playing tricks on her. I arch my eyebrow mischievously, trying to let her in on my thoughts without having to voice them. I move my hand closer to her center, the heath already meeting me fuels my want even more. When my plan finally reaches my girlfriend's mind telepathically, her breath catches in her throat. "E-Eliza... we… we can't-"
"We can, baby, we can."
"I can't move. I hate, I hate flying," she breathes out, her head dropping. Nuh-huh, this is not happening. She's been so good, a real trooper. I'm not about to take that away from her, not when I can actually do something to prevent her from breaking. I've managed so far. I'm not giving up now. Not a chance!"Let me take you flying," I speak softly, the tips of my fingers stroking her jeans clad center. Arizona's heath immediately snaps up, and I know she definitely knows what I am talking about. "Meet me in five minutes," I smile and then stand, leaving my girlfriend to sort out her brains while I head for the small toilet stand.
Inside the toilet, I take a deep breath and fixes my hair in the small mirror. Yeah, looking good. Definitely. Unbuttoning another button in my shirt, my cleavage pops. I really want to fuck my girlfriend in this tiny room, although I don't think I'm going to. Arizona may possibly want to fuck me even more considering how she's been looking at me the last couple of hours… and given the circumstances that is completely okay. I'll take whatever she wants to do now. As long as her fear doesn't get the better of her. And being fucked by my crazy hot girlfriend miles up in the sky… that isn't such a bad thing. After all, there's always the flight back home.
There will be no such thing, though, if Arizona doesn't show up. I've been here for more than five minutes, I'm positive. What's taking her so long? Clearly, she understood what I implied just before. She did, I know it. When it comes to sex, we definitely speak the same language. But… where is she? Oh God, maybe she's passed out due to her fear finally having kicked in? What if she's in the middle of having a mouth-to-mouth with some random steward or even worse, a stewardess? What if the miles up in the air have killed her? What if Arizona no longer is with me? I wouldn't know because I'm standing in this stupid booth, thinking about dirty hot sex. I'm such a bad girlfriend, I'm so selfish. I can't stay here. I need to find Arizona.
I unlock the door and goes to exit it, but suddenly I'm being pushed right back to where I was just leaving. The scent of my girlfriend hitting me, just as her hands come to grasp my hips, pushing me further into the toilet. Removing her hands from my body, she locks the door behind us and then looks at me. She doesn't say anything. She just looks at me all intense while her chest heaves. I'm about to tell her that she doesn't have to do this, but my attempt is being cut off by her hungry lips upon mine. She spins us around in the small space, my back against the door. Arizona doesn't waste any time. I just follow her lead… I'm completely at her mercy. She can do whatever she pleases. A dominant Arizona is a very, very, very hot Arizona. Tilting my head, Arizona's lips quickly find my neck, nipping, sucking and licking. My entire body is on fire, my hands in her perfectly blonde and slight curly hair. My center is throbbing, waiting for her to do something about the fire she's started within me.
Still, she doesn't say anything. And I don't either. The restroom is filled with frenzied moans and growls, and I'm sure I can smell Arizona's arousal all up here. It's animalistic, it's urgent, it's freaking hot. Arizona's lips find mine again, our tongues battling frantically, no one cares about who's winning, though. It's all about the emotions. It's all about the release. And we both know it. That is what's making this so perfect. It's not sex, it's fucking. And it's perfect.
Arizona slides one hand down between my legs… finally. When her fingers get in contact with my very naked center, she pulls out of the kiss, her eyes wider than I've ever seen them before. Beautiful. And just the reaction I was hoping for. Well done, Minnick! I give her an innocent shrug, practically making the blonde in front of me saliva. Cupping my center, we both moan. I buck into the palm of her hand, the connection feeling so good. Once again joined by the lips, Arizona pulls my one leg up around her waist with the one hand not between my legs. It makes for so much more room for her to work in. My mini skirt pools around my hips, the lower part of my body completely exposed. I anchor myself to this woman, I put my balance…and my heart, my whole life… in the hands of Arizona as I wait for her to take me higher than I've ever been before. Literally.
One hand on the door, she keeps her balance as she runs two fingers through my already soaked folds. It feels so good, so good I can't keep my eyes open anymore. I really wanted to see her fuck my brains out but I can't, I just can't. The emotions too hot, too intense. Growling, she pushes her fingers into my awaiting entrance and my head flies back against the hard surface of the door. My head hurts but at the same time everything feels complete. Everything feels so good, everything feels just as it should, I'm sure. Everything is flawless. I dig my nails into Arizona's neck, desperately trying to find something to keep me on this plane, on this planet. And what better to find than my girlfriend, fucking me so good? Really, it is everything I could possibly want right now. Arizona finds her pace, her fingers thrusting into me with force and confident, her thumb occasionally stroking my clit as her tongue and lips ravish my neck, my collarbone and everything they can find. I'm in heaven… literally. She's bringing me closer and closer with everything pound she makes, with every moan of pleasure she does, with every stroke she applies my bundle of nerves. She's just that good… working around her fear like that. I don't mind being the thing that distracts her. I don't mind one bit. After all, I was the one indicating it just before. And look at me now… perfectly win-win. She gets her mind off of the fear, she gets to touch me however she sees fit, and I get to cum. Everything is definitely fine.
My walls clamp around her fingers, my impending orgasm so very close. Sucking both of my lips in between my teeth, my breath racked, I try to brace myself for what's coming. I know it's me who is cumming in a matter of seconds, but I try to brace myself for the emotions rushing through my body as it happens. Arizona uses all of her strength to pound into me, her groans of exhaustion washing over the skin of my neck. Suddenly, the plane experiences some sort of turbulence, making my girlfriend stiffen in her movements. The reality of us flying… of us being so far from the ground as possible… hitting her full force. I'm about to explode from the orgasm so close on, although I wouldn't blame her for withdrawing. I wouldn't hold it against her, never. Just as I open my eyes, Arizona's lock themselves onto mine. I see it… I see the fear clouding those pretty blues. Also, I see love. I see so much love in those eyes. She grips my shoulder for dear life, her fingers still inside of me, filling me so good. When the plane finds its balance again, she gives me a confident smirk. What just happened? Before I can even begin to comprehend what's happening, Arizona plunges right back into me, her fingers reaching deeper and deeper with every pound.
"FFFFFFFUCKKK," I growl as Arizona's fingers deepens their thrusts only to drag themselves down my walls. And that's it… I cum, hard. I'm a huge mess of cum in my girlfriend's hand. And she loves it, judging by the look on her face.
My leg falls to the floor. Arizona immediately catches my shoulders, steadying my body as I come down from the major high she just caused. I need to collapse, though. Draping my arms around her neck, I bury myself in the crook of her neck. My breathing almost normal, although my heart beats like ten wild horses'. God, I love this woman… also when fear strikes her."Look who's being good at flying," I croak out, inhaling every ounce of pure Arizona I can from the skin I'm currently buried in. I feel my girlfriend's body move, and I know she's stifling a laugh.
"Only when I'm the pilot," she chuckles hoarsely. Hot!Another round of turbulence hits the airplane, Arizona instantly freeze. I quickly hug her tighter into me, her heart very vividly beating against mine. "Don't worry, honey. I gotcha."
I feel how Arizona tries to relax, and that's really all I need right now. I stroke her back, I nuzzle into her neck so that she can feel how close I am. Her arms hugging me just as tight, her head tilted a little against my own. "Thank you," she whispers. I don't say anything back, it isn't necessary. I just hug her even closer. We both know what she thanked me for. We don't need to voice her fear right now. We are together, we are flying and we are alive. That's all that matters.
I'm bored. I'm so bored I actually think I'm about to die from boredom. My girlfriend keeps telling me through texts that I'm just being overdramatic. I don't know, though. It's easy for her to say when she's the one being a big ass business woman, going to meetings with the big boys whilst I'm the one strolling the streets of L.A… alone. Okay, that is a bit dramatic, I'll admit. I've actually only been strolling the streets of L.A. alone since this morning. We had all yesterday together. We shopped, we ate, we laughed, we drank, we made love… again. So, yeah, Los Angeles is treating us rather nicely. I shouldn't really complain. I know she needs to be at this meeting, I know that. That's why we are here in the first place. But that doesn't mean I've got to like it. If I could spend my entire day with Arizona, I so would. I'd spoil her rotten. I'd spoil her with dinners at the good and fancy restaurants, with champagne and girly drinks, with flowers and sex all day long. I'd spoil her with all the things she could possibly need and want. The thing is, though… she doesn't want much. She doesn't ask for much. She doesn't want fancy things. She doesn't want champagne and lobster. She really just wants a cold beer, a good milkshake… a really good one! Preferably from her own shop… and she just wants to be with me. Nothing fancy, nothing big. Just me and her, strolling around and enjoying ourselves, enjoying our love. And I'm totally on board with that way of thinking. It makes it a lot easier to woo her, actually. And considering the fact that I intend on wooing her for the rest of my life, that makes it perfect.
But now I'm here… missing her. It's what they say, isn't it? When you've first got the taste of pure perfection, you can never ever go back to normal again? And I've had the taste of vacating with Arizona Robbins. I've had the taste of what it feels like to have her undying attention. So, now I just want more. I'm like a freaking kid in a candy store. Everyone would be so, if they had Arizona Robbins as a girlfriend, that's not even up for discussion. It's simple as that. She's addictive. She's heartstoppingly adorable. And she's sex on sticks. She's just… wow and she's mine. She's my awesome business woman who's currently negotiating with suited men about the expansion of her and Amelia's business. That's freaking awesome. I'm so proud of her. Also, I miss her.Arizona's at some fancy office right now, and I'm sitting at some pavement café, reading a book and drinking a cup of hot chocolate. Or… I try to read. But it seems my mind won't let me. All the letters keep dancing around because my mind is full of the images of Arizona. Arizona on the airplane, Arizona in the hotel bed, Arizona between my legs, Arizona beneath me as I bring her into ecstasy. Arizona is all around me. She takes up all of me, all of my space. It's not something I've experienced before, so I don't really know how to work around it. Picking up my phone, I press on Ruzzle. Knowing that there's definitely someone who'll be able to pull my mind off of the blonde for this time being. A good distraction.
I swipe as fast I can, making out word after word. It's good, it's a good deflection. When the round ends, I watch as I get a message on the app. Knowing that Amelia will probably excuse her lost game due to her being at work or something, I open it with a confident look on my face.
BrainFreeze: How come you're beating my sorry ass while being in L.A? Shouldn't you be all consumed with my best friend?I snicker out loud, taking a swig of my hot chocolate. I love how Amelia never beats around the bushes. She always just says what's on her mind. Pressing the keyboard of my phone, I reply.
Eliza DoMuch: Since your best friend is here on business that is what she's doing :(BrainFreeze: Aw, boo-hoo, you miss her?Eliza DoMuch: Maybe.BrainFreeze: Riiiight, Minnick. You're whipped. No one hangs around the shop so much without buying anything ;)Again, my emotions spill out of me. I'm sure people are wondering why I'm sitting here alone and laughing at my screen. Never mind. Because she's right. If I didn't love Arizona so much, I wouldn't just casually swing by the ice-cream shed at any given moment, just to drop by and 'see how things are going'. I'm like an open book when it comes to my girlfriend. Actually, I like that. I like that it's visible to people that I love my girlfriend very, very much.
As I'm about to reply Amelia on the app, a text message disturbs my typing. It's a welcome text, though. It's from Arizona.
I need to see you. Where are you? A xTo say I'm surprised by the urgent need would be an understatement. I'm frankly quite shocked. What's happening?
AN2: Yeah, I did it again. But frankly, it's been awhile. And we need it. We need the tension… just because we simply can't have all we want all at once. So bear with me, lash out on me… as long as you review. Thank you :)