Callie lay in Tim's bed, her hands holding a dead grip on the comforter under her hands. It was her fifth night now in the Robbins house, and after the first night of getting caught sleeping in her girlfriend's bed, she'd kept the information of Daniel's allowance of her to sleep in Arizona's room with her to herself.
Because, to be completely honest, she wasn't sure if she could control herself into "just cuddling," despite her own rules about keeping things abstinent during their visit. She loved sex. She had always loved sex, but before, when she'd stayed at boyfriend's houses, she'd managed to keep herself under control.
Then there were these two other factors to consider: the two times she'd spent overnight visits to boyfriends' houses had been for less than a week each, and then there was that whole thing where Arizona Robbins was the best sex she's ever had.
Why had she even thought they would be able to keep to this whole no sex thing? In the last seven months, they had proven to be the opposite of good at keeping their hands off of each other. Very bad at it, really.
But Arizona's parents trusted her to not be having sex with their daughter. Daniel, who she was more comfortable with now, trusted her to let him have as virtuous an image of her girlfriend as possible. She wanted to allow him to keep that image of her in his head; she really did.
Then again, she really – really – wanted to have Arizona under her hands. To feel her skin under her palms, to run her lips over her softness. To taste her – "Ugh!" she groaned, her hands coming up to cover her face while she could feel her wetness between her legs.
She was breaking. Five days in, and she broke, she thought, grumbling at herself, even as she threw back the covers. Swinging her feet over the edge, she walked briskly to the door. It was well past midnight, and she knew for a fact that both Robbins parents were asleep, and she did not have the patience to be slow right now. Right now, all she wanted was Arizona.
The quick trip to the blonde's bedroom was a blur, and as she opened the door, she tiptoed in. Arizona was laying on her side, her back facing Callie. The moonlight slating in through the windows highlighted her in a milky blue light, making the blonde waves cascading over her pillow look almost ethereal.
Gorgeous.
On her way to the bed, she pulled off her shirt and kicked off her shorts so they fell off her legs just as she pulled down the covers. Swallowing hard, seeing how Arizona's shirt had risen, revealing her back, up to her abdomen, bunching just below her breasts made her wonder how in the world she'd held out for so long.
Sliding into bed, she ran her hand along the arch of the back that was revealed to her, her hands loving the feel of that impossibly soft skin. She could feel each vertebra under her fingertips, and she rubbed a little harder against them; bones were just so… she didn't know why she loved them so much, but they spoke to her.
Arizona had asked her once, as she'd pushed the blonde onto her back and lifted her shirt a few weeks ago to drift her hands over the ribs that she could make out when Arizona's stomach concaved when she was lying down, kissing over them, why she spent so much time on the bones. She just couldn't help her. Bones just got to her, and her girlfriend's bones got to her than much more.
Running her hands down, she lightly pressed her thumbs into the dimples at the base of her back. Arizona had such amazing dimples. Moving her thumbs around in a circle, she massaged the skin under her hands, Arizona's back slightly arching into her touch, and soon her soft, even breathing was broken. Such a light sleeper.
Which was so, so good, she thought, smiling as her girlfriend didn't move, simply sighed into her touch, her voice heavy with sleep, "Calliope?"
Noticing the questioning tone, she raised an eyebrow and slowly slid her hand over the hip, and down, spreading it over her stomach, the warmth of her skin under her hand making her ache even more, "Were you expecting someone else in your bed?" she whispered.
Slowly waking up, she responded, "Well, no, but with you and your damn self-control, I didn't expect you to be –" rolling over, her eyes met the most incredible sight, her throat going dry, body instantly awake with an intense throbbing starting between her legs.
She wouldn't be able to say for sure, but she was pretty positive that being woken up to a very naked Callie Torres in her bed was probably the most glorious thing. In the world. The universe. Her eyes traveled down to those amazing breasts, with dark nipples already tight. Four long, long days, she thought, licking her lips, unable to bring her eyes back to those dark brown ones.
Callie leaned over her, her boobs swinging just enough that Arizona was immediately drenched – not like it was difficult, seeing as though she'd been horny for her girlfriend for days, and her husky voice whispered right into her ear, "I couldn't wait anymore. You were right; I can't go for two weeks without touching you. Feeling you touch me."
Her words spurred Arizona's hands into action, as if they had a mind of their own, they lifted from where they rested on her mattress to cup that weight in her hands. Her fingers automatically went to taut tips, pinching, watching as Callie's eyes closed, and her head was thrown back, a moan leaving her throat.
Sliding her hands down to grip caramel hips that could move in a way she could – and did – only dream about, she managed to flip them, despite the small size of her bed. Sitting up on her knees, she looked down at that body.
Her chest was already moving up and down rapidly, and blue eyes were transfixed for long moments just watching. Pale hands traced up, loving the contrast between skin tones, over a soft stomach. Looking lower, she dragged her hands down, pulling apart thighs, already able to see wetness on those lips.
Clenching her thighs together – sometimes she thought she might be able to come just by staring at her – she brought her eyes back to Callie, who was watching her with already hooded eyes. Feeling a small smile on her face, she fell forward, bracing herself on her hands on either side of the Latina's head, "You caved," she mumbled, dipping her head lower, kissing the side of Callie's mouth that wasn't cut.
That damn cut. Every time she saw it, she thought of Joanne. And how much she absolutely wanted to murder her. Not only that, but it was also stopping she and her girlfriend from being able to properly make out. And had done so for the past five days.
So she ran her lips lightly over Callie's full ones, brushing along the bottom one softly, barely touching as she got to the cut, just pressing her tongue against it in the lightest of touches. "My million dollar baby," she whispered, grinning.
Callie barked out a laugh, only for Arizona to lift her head away quickly, looking over her shoulder, "Shh!" she warned, "My parents are both light sleepers. Lighter than I am."
Closing her eyes tightly, she ran her hands up to rest on Arizona's waist, "You tell me that now that I'm naked in your bed. But not in the last few days that you've been trying to get me here!" she stuck out her tongue, then groaned as her girlfriend instantly had her head back down, lips wrapping about her tongue, pulling it into her mouth, then teeth nipping in lightly.
Her hips bucked against her girlfriend's, the sensations that her mouth could cause simply against her own were too fucking good to be true. Too soon, that warm mouth had pulled back again, and Arizona's voice was quiet in her ear, "Baby, you're going to have to be really quiet."
She was going to say that she definitely could do that, when slim hips rocked down, her girlfriend's still clothed center dragging against hers, a moan ripping from her throat before she could stop it. Her eyes flipped open to see blue eyes looking down in her with mock disappointment, "Calliope, I said quiet!" she said in a harsh whisper.
"You surprised me. I wasn't ready; I'll do better," she promised, her heart already pounding to need to have Arizona make her come starting to take over. Preparing herself, she brought her arms around to the blonde's firm ass, pulling her down again, rocking her hips up, pressing herself against the warm center she could feel through the clothes. A similar moan wanted to tear from her throat, but she kept her mouth closed tightly, proud of herself for holding in any sounds that wanted to escape while the pleasure ripped through her body, her core clenching.
Arizona took advantage of this new position, and thrust her hips a few more times, as small gasp falling from her lips while Callie's own mouth fell open, ragged breaths breaking into the air, "I – wait – I don't want to… so soon."
Because she could come so soon, and would. Arizona looked down at her, blue eyes dark and her arousal so clear, just the thought of how wet she knew the blonde would be set her on edge, and her voice broke in whispers, "That's too bad. I want you to come – I want to make you come, now, just not like this. I've wanted to taste you since the first night here."
Pink lips suddenly enveloped her nipple, tongue running in circles, while one of her hands came up to twist Callie's other one. Arching her back, pushing her chest firmer into Arizona's touch, a whimper fell from her lips. With just the right amount of pressure, she was going to come. Just like this.
But then that mouth was gone, kissing her way down her stomach, making her tingle in anticipation. She was expecting them to wrap around her clit and suck in just that way that her girlfriend knew how to do, but when she felt just a light scraping of teeth against her lips, she jerked, a groan falling from her mouth.
That mouth was off of her in a heartbeat, "Shh!"
"I – I…" she wanted to defend herself. But there really were no words her mind could form that would make human sense, besides, "More."
A sexy smirk took over Arizona's features, and she reached up, taking a pillow and giving it to Callie, who readily took it, and held it tightly over her face. Anything to get the blonde back to, "Fuck!" she exclaimed into the pillow, as a firm tongue pushed into her, her center clenching around it.
Arizona started a rhythm with her tongue, thrusting in and out, and Callie continued to curse into the pillow, because fuck it was so good. Great. Amazing. Incredible. Shivers erupted over her skin as her tongue disappeared and two fingers were pressed deep inside of her. And then didn't move, even as they pressed in so deep…
Shuddering, she managed to shift the pillow upwards with weak arms, her voice a broken whisper, "Arizo-ooooh god, what... please? Move. I'm – I'm –"
The lips pushed against her thigh in a soft kiss, "You're close. I can feel you clenching around my fingers already, baby. But not yet. Just wait. Not yet."
She needed to come; her body was drawn so tight she felt that she might just break right open. Trying to wiggle her hips to gain some friction, her efforts were stopped by a firm hold of Arizona's hand pushing on her pelvis.
"Please," the word burst from her lips, loudly, and she forced one hand to shove the pillow down right over her mouth.
Then all at once, those fingers inside of her put on a burst of motion, working in and out furiously, while a tongue flicked over her clit in a rapid motion, making her universe splinter outwards. The hand that wasn't holding a death grip on the pillow reached down and grabbed a fistful of blonde hair and thighs wrapped around her head, to hold her in place while her entire world flipped on its axis.
And still Arizona didn't stop. Quicker than she'd thought was possible for herself, her stomach tingled and toes curled within minutes of her first orgasm. Shuddering as she came down once more, she couldn't stop as those fingers lightly rubbed inside of her, and her tongue lapped up all of the juices she had to give.
After long last, Arizona crawled back up her body, hands ripping the pillow away from her face, lips crashing down onto hers. Tasting herself on her girlfriend's lips was the second best taste in the world, only second to Arizona herself on her lips, and she moaned into the kiss, flinching just a bit at the pain as teeth scraped against her bottom lip.
But the blonde felt the flinch, and drew back, breathing hard, "Your lip – I forgot. I just had to – to –" with a groan, she dropped her head to Callie's shoulder, simultaneously collapsing on top of her.
Callie mustered enough strength to bring up her hands to scratch them over her girlfriend's slim sides. "Sweetie, it's fine. It barely hurt – I wanted to taste you, too," she whispered, her nails inching up, against the sides of her breasts, loving how she could see the goosebumps appear under her hands.
Shifting their lower bodies just a bit, she managed to slip her thigh between Arizona's both of them gasping, as she was met with an abundance of moisture, feeling it through the cotton shorts. Sliding her hands down again, she hooked her fingers in the waistband of both shorts and underwear, dragging them down using her own feet, both she and her girlfriend working to kick them away.
Putting her leg back into place, her skin was immediately soaked, while Arizona's hips worked against her. "Now you wait," she ordered against Arizona's ear, as her girlfriend's laboring breath against her neck sent shivers down her spine.
"Can't," came the grunted response, hips picking up speed, but losing friction against the tan skin the most she thrust against it.
She bent her leg at the knee, pushing up hard against the blonde's core, her own eyes rolling back as she felt burned by the heat, while Arizona froze, her hands shooting to grip Callie's hips. "Jesus," she breathed out, her body trembling.
She worked quickly, knowing how close the blonde was already, and that her great attempt at getting her to stop working herself against her thigh might have worked well, but she could feel Arizona's clit pulsing against her hip bone. Working her hands between then, sliding over their sweat-covered stomachs, she easily slipped two fingers into Arizona, whose teeth bit into her neck.
Hooking her fingers and rubbing them without really pushing in and out, she managed to rub the base of her palm against her girlfriend's throbbing clit. Her entire hand was covered in her wetness within moments, and her other hand reached up to sweep back a mess of damp blonde hair, whispering into her skin, "You are so fucking wet for me."
"Uh huh," Arizona grunted, not lifting her mouth, her hips working rapidly against her hand, grinding against her.
Callie pushed in deeper, her head falling back, "I don't think I've ever been this deep inside you." Her fingers continued to pump in shallow, quick movements, dragging her fingertips against her walls, feeling them start to contract already.
"Uh uh," she moaned into her skin, teeth biting in harder before releasing, throwing her head back, "Calliope! I'm –"
Bringing her hand up, she clamped it around the blonde's neck, pushing her face back down to where it was, groaning as her teeth dug back into her skin, feeling Arizona clamp around her, holding her fingers inside while she pulsed around her.
Later, she wasn't exactly sure when, all of the tension leaked out of the blonde's body, melting into Callie's, while she pulled her fingers out. Making quick work of licking them clean, she brought both of her hands to smooth down Arizona's back, "I love when I can make you come that fast."
Still catching her breath, she shuddered, "Believe me, I was holding on as long as possible. I've been ready for that for almost a week."
Laughing, she wrapped her arm around Arizona's waist as she slid sideways, cuddling into her, "I have to confess something to you… your dad told me I was allowed to sleep in here days ago."
A blonde head whipped up, "What?! Are you kidding me? Why have you been sleeping in Tim's room? I've been lonely," she pouted, tucking her head back against that caramel skin.
Reaching down, she pulled up the sheet over them, then brought her hand down to rest on Arizona's thigh, tracing light patterns, "Because when your dad gave me permission, he gave me this look that said he totally knew we were going to have sex but that we still shouldn't be even though we were allowed to sleep in the same bed." Sighing heavily, she shook her head, "So I was trying to make us both a little more virtuous because obviously, if we tried to sleep in the same bed after not having sex for five days, we definitely were going to end up… but my plan backfired because I ended up in here tonight, anyway."
The blonde slung her arm over her waist, "I would be mad, Calliope, believe me. I would be really mad that we could have been having sex and cuddling every night, but because I'm feeling very mellowed out right now, I'm not. Consider yourself lucky."
Looking down at her, seeing how absolutely beautiful she was, and remembering the back to back orgasms she's received very recently, she yawned, stroking her hand that wasn't against a toned thigh up and down her back, "I do consider myself lucky. Very lucky."
She hmm'd against her skin, "Me, too." Then her hand came up to hit Callie's shoulder, "And, Calliope, you were so loud when I made you come! That pillow did nothing to muffle any of your squeals and your whimpers. I'm surprised my parents aren't wide awake right now."
Mouth falling open, she looked down, "Me? You were the one who screamed my name!"
"I did not!" Blue eyes flashed up to hers, her hand tickling into Callie's side, making her giggle.
But she was still maintaining her side of the argument, even through her laughing, "You definitely did. How do you not remember that? You literally screamed into the air "Calliope!" until I pushed your head down again." There was no way she could make up that scream, that high-pitched, gasping call of her name in complete abandon.
Huffing out her breath, she dropped her head back down, eyes drooping with tiredness, "Fine. I did scream your name. But can you blame me? It was – you were – I was. Hmm," she finished with a sated hum, the tone revealing how close to sleep she really was.
Callie felt sleep fog her own mind, closing her eyes and turning her body slightly more into Arizona's, so their stomachs rubbed softly together, "I think we're both to blame if we were really that loud at all. Which I doubt we were. Probably not loud at all." No, really, they were both pretty bad at the quiet game.
"Sure," Arizona's voice came, soft and sweet, in a tone she spoke in just before she drifted off. Tightening her arm around her waist, she closed her eyes, too.
Only to feel like she was snapping them open minutes later – but what must have been hours later, given the sunlight streaming in through the shades. Arizona had just shot up into a sitting position, unceremoniously ripping herself from Callie's arms, wide blue eyes alarmed.
It took Callie a few seconds to get her bearings, but then she heard what Arizona did. The knocking on her bedroom door, Barbara's voice coming in loud and clear, "Yes, Daniel, I'm going to go downstairs to make breakfast in just a moment, thank you for the coffee. Yes, I'm sure Arizona would appreciate a cup for when you go to wake her up!" she exclaimed, clearly exaggerated for their benefit.
Arizona – who's hair was a knotted mess, much more so from just sleep, but also from the way Callie's hands had run through it last night, gripping and pulling. Sex hair. Straight up sex hair. Hearing heavy footsteps, Colonel footsteps, Callie had come to realize, start up the bottom of the stairs, she dove off the edge of Arizona's bed while Arizona leapt off, running for where Callie's oversized T-shirt was, discarded near the door, slipping it on, then snatching up the Latina's shorts and pulling them up her legs in a hurry, jumping back into bed and pulling up the covers.
While Callie, as the Colonel's feet came closer, ducked down, falling to the floor and pulling herself under the blonde's bed. She was laying naked, under Arizona's bed, hiding from her father. Biting back a laugh, her eyes widened as she saw the last piece of clothing Arizona had missed – her own shorts and underwear kicked off in a tangle near the foot of the bed.
Her hand reached out and grabbed them, pulling them back into her hiding spot while the door opened after a gentle knock, and impeccably clean sneakers walked into her vision, while Daniel's voice said in his cheerful morning-person tone, "Bug! You're already up."
Arizona's heart beat erratically in her chest, and she thought this might be a situation other people experienced in their teenage years, but when she was in her teenage years, there was no way she would ever rebel against her father's rules enough as to fall asleep naked in bed with her girlfriend. Her smile was quick and she feigned a yawn, because after being woken up to her mother's – thank god – warning knock, she nodded, "Uh, yeah, just woke up a few seconds ago."
Callie was hiding stark naked under her bed. Her girlfriend was naked in the same room as her father. Oh my fucking god, she thought, her cheeks turning bright pink. The Colonel noticed of course, because he noticed everything, "Are you feeling all right?"
Swallowing hard once, then twice, her eyes shifted back and forth around her room, making her focal point the TLC cd she had jammed out to many times as a teenager, then wandering around and landing back on it. She had never been that great at lying, and really not that good at lying to her dad, "I'm, yeah, I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?"
He regarded her suspiciously, "I don't know… Where's Callie? She wasn't in Tim's room," he said, but thankfully his voice wasn't holding that knowing tone.
Holding her breath a little, her head yelled under my bed! Because we had really great sex last night!, but she managed to nod her head toward the bathroom, "Um, taking a shower." Then they were both quiet for a moment, hearing no water, and she blushed again, "I… that is, she's probably still getting ready to climb into the shower."
Lifting his eyebrows, he nodded, "Okay, well, I need some help out in the tool shed, which is why I'm waking you up. Maybe while Callie's in the shower you could help?" he offered her a mug of coffee – her favorite mug – which she took, her hands shaking slightly.
Too quickly, she really just wanted him to get out, she agreed, "Yeah! Absolutely. Just let me get ready and I'll be down in a minute."
He gave her a smile, patting down her outrageous hair, "You're the best, Bug. Oh, and your mom is about to start breakfast, so make sure you let Callie know that it'll be ready soon or if she wants to help. That girl does like to cook," he said, grinning.
Relieved as he started to walk to the door, she nodded, and smiled her best dimpled, I'm-your-innocent-daughter-smile, "She does. Super, will do."
Finally, when he was gone, she and Callie were on the same page without even speaking that they needed to wait for his footsteps to go back down stairs before she quickly set aside her mug, and Callie popped back out from under her bed, shaking in laughter.
She even felt some of her anxiety melt away, about to start laughing herself when she noticed her girlfriend's neck, "Holy crap!" she reached out, drawing her closer, so she could look closer. She'd left a bite mark the size of Texas last night, trying to muffle herself.
Callie's own hand came up to her neck, "What? What's going on?"
"I can't believe I did that to you!" she exclaimed. She could see her teeth marks in the skin; she couldn't believe she hadn't broken the skin. Running her thumb lightly over the bruise, she mumbled, "I practically mauled you. Why didn't you say anything?"
The Latina stood, taking Arizona's sheet with her and wrapping it around her body as she walked toward the mirror. Her mouth fell open at her reflection, "What the hell? I didn't even… I mean, I felt it, but it felt good! Arizona, this is… a monster. I can wear my purple shirt to cover up most of it, but it's still going to be visible. Your parents are going to think I got attacked by a vampire or some shit."
Feeling a small laugh, she got up and walked behind her, pressing her lips super lightly against the mark, "I'm sorry." Drawing back just a bit, she took in Callie's split lip, then the dark bruise on her neck, "You really do look like you might have gone a few rounds with the champ."
Dark eyes narrowed, "I can see that."
Giggling, she tilted up her chin, "Do you want to bite me back? Payback?"
Instead, Callie brought up her hand and lightly pinched her before clasping the sheet around her like a toga, "No, sweetie, you know what? Your parents can see this and it's going to be embarrassing but at least they know for sure that you're the woman who can't control herself in this relationship. They'll know that their daughter's girlfriend isn't the sexual deviant in our relationship."
Blushing, she lifted an eyebrow, "Well, who snuck into whose bedroom earlier this morning? Hmm, Calliope?"
Crossing her arms, she scrunched up her nose, "I'm banking on the fact that you aren't going to go downstairs and tell your parents that fun fact."
And she was absolutely correct, Arizona sighed, then looked at herself in the mirror, laughing once more, "I put your shorts on backwards."
Callie's laugh joined hers, "Good thing your dad didn't notice. And I have to get in that shower. I've been prepping for a while," she added, then reached her hand out to tap against her butt, "And you have to go out to the tool shed."
"Yeah, yeah," she mumbled, looking once more at Callie's neck, then again at her shorts. They were quite a pair, she thought with a smile.
Please let me know what you think! I'm thinking there will be one more chapter with the Robbins, because I really enjoy writing with them. Thank you for reading!