This had been one of the longest days of her life, her relationship tested, her life threatened - hell, she'd survived a run in with a rampaging shooter today, but she might die right now if Arizona didn't let her come. But the blonde seemed content to keep her on the edge, pleading for it.
Back arching, Callie tightened her hand in blonde hair and tugged, not caring if she was making a mess of it. "Arizona, please," she gasped, not above begging at this point.
The other woman just hummed out her denial and wrapped both arms more fully around trembling thighs while she entertained herself between them. Arizona couldn't help smiling when she felt a heel kick lightly against her back, Callie's impatience amusing her. But the begging and moaning was like music to her ears. She wasn't ready for it to end.
"Please, Arizona," Callie requested again, shifting her head against the blonde's head. "Please, I want to see you. I want to look at you when you make me come," she panted breathlessly, feeling another peak coming at her. And again, Arizona backed it off by withdrawing, though this time she pulled away completely, lifting her head and meeting Callie's dark, blazing gaze. "Please," whispered Callie for good measure.
Diving forward, Arizona drove her back against their bed, part of her surprised that they'd reached the bedroom at all, Callie's fingers still in her hair to pull her down into a kiss. Knowing Callie was tasting herself on her tongue made her lightheaded, but she persevered, fingers sliding home in a single hard thrust that made Callie buck under her. She forced herself to tear away from the kiss, both of them breathing hard. "Don't close your eyes," she ordered hoarsely. Her hips backed the next deep plunge, Callie moaning loudly and biting down hard on her lip, but she kept her eyes open, maintaining the contact with deep blue eyes.
Breathing was a harsh gasp, and Callie could feel her eyes burning with the need to blink, squeeze closed. But she didn't, staring into Arizona's eyes, dragging fingers through her hair and across her neck, her cheek, brushing a thumb across her bottom lip, hissing when the blonde sucked it between her lips, nipping on the tip of her finger lightly
"I love you," Arizona gasped out, feeling her fingers gripped tight inside as Callie's orgasm became unavoidable, the Latina gasping out her name as she tumbled into oblivion. Coming back slowly, Arizona was stroking her face and hair gently as she caught her breath, smiling hazily. "Hey," the blonde greeted her softly. "You okay?"
Callie moaned from her chest, the noise screaming satisfaction. "Better than okay," she confirmed, throwing an arm and leg across Arizona's body beside her, tucking her face contently in the side of her lover's neck. "Give me a few minutes and I'll make you feel good, I promise."
Arizona smiled but just hummed to herself, trailing fingers through dark hair. She was perfectly happy to spend the night in Callie's arms. That was enough for her. "No hurry," she said softly. "We've got all the time in the world."
Moaning her agreement, Callie nuzzled closer, the hand on Arizona's side moving to drag across the bumps of her ribs under her skin, lingering on one particular spot until the contact made the blonde squirm. "You're ticklish there?" Callie asked, surprised. "It's a scar, isn't it? It's still sensitive?"
Arizona shook her head against the pillow. "No, not ticklish," she answered. "Wait, how'd you know I have a scar there?"
A warm chuckle and a soft kiss against her skin were her answer, Callie not lifting her head. "We have been together for a while now," she reminded her partner. "And this isn't the first time I've seen you naked, thank God."
Arizona laughed, twitching against Callie's soft circles on her side against the patch of roughened scar tissue. "But it's so little. Most people don't even notice it."
"I would hope no one else gets so close to your boobs," reasoned the Latina dryly, amused. At only a few finger widths below Arizona's left breast, that left the scar firmly within what she considered her exclusive territory. "But do you seriously think there's a mark on your body I don't know?" she asked, tone the same. "Because there's not." Callie pecked a kiss to the freckle right below the blonde's hairline at the back of her neck.
Clearing her throat, Arizona shifted a little against the sheets. The thought of someone, of Callie, memorizing her like that - it was kind of awesome. And now that she was thinking about it, she felt confident she could do the same to Calliope's body - find every mark, every scar, every blemish. Because she loved every single one of them. "Yeah? Prove it," she challenged, her voice low.
Callie smiled as she lifted her head, brushing blonde hair back from her face. "Oh, it's on, babe," she agreed warmly. "I'll just start at the top and work my way down, alright?" Arizona just bit her lip and Callie kissed her softly before leaning up on her elbows to move blonde hair aside from the very top of her head.
"You've got a little scar here, which is from… a curling iron?" guessed Callie, smoothing her fingers lightly over the tiny smooth scar.
Arizona laughed. Callie leaning over her like this was practically smothering her in breasts but she wasn't going to complain. "Oh, Calliope, curling iron is your best guess?" she teased, imitating a buzzer sound. "I'm sorry, that's incorrect. The correct answer is tree branch," Arizona corrected her, playing up her game show host impression. "I was climbing trees with Tim when we were about eight or nine and wasn't looking and ran the top of my head into a pointy branch."
Callie murmured and let the hair fall back into place. "I bet it bled a lot."
"Oh God, my mom was freaking out," agreed Arizona with a laugh. "And we were supposed to be inside doing homework so we got grounded for leaving the house too."
Squeezing her gently, Callie smiled as she moved down her partner's body. "My little rebel," she murmured, her loving affection clear in her voice. She dragged her tongue across a thin line under the blonde's hairline, leading from the back of her neck toward her ear. Callie finished with a light nip of her earlobe. Arizona smelled like smoke and alcohol from the bar, and sex from after the bar, but her skin was soft and smooth and she just couldn't help herself.
"That one is a curling iron," said Arizona before she could guess, biting her lip and grinning as Callie's face popped into view over hers. "That's all you got?" she challenged, leaning up when Callie kissed her softly.
The brunette just scoffed when the kiss ended, flipping over onto Arizona's other side and kissing the small scar that had started this endeavor. "This one… it looks a little like road rash, actually."
"Ding, ding, ding," Arizona confirmed, laughing.
Callie's head came up quickly, brows furrowed. "What? Really? What happened? Did you have a motorcycle and never tell me? Because that would be kind of hot…" She swallowed, licking her lips unconsciously. "Kind of really hot," she corrected herself slowly.
Laughing, Arizona combed her fingers through dark hair. "Good to know, but no, it was Tim's dirt bike and I was eleven."
"Okay, so more cute than hot, but it seems like Tim got you hurt a lot," observed Callie dryly, circling the mark with her fingertips.
"Well, technically, I took the dirt bike without asking," Arizona confessed, giggling.
Callie shook her head, laughing herself. She palmed Arizona's side, sliding her hand back and forth across her flesh. She could touch her forever. "You were quite the little delinquent, weren't you? How have I never heard these stories before? I need to call and ask your mom for some more - they sound like good dirt."
Smacking a hand to a bare side, Arizona's eyes narrowed. "Don't you dare! My mom actually never found out about that one and she would kill me."
"You know you're an adult, right?" Callie teased. "You could get a motorcycle of your very own now." She abruptly shook her head, expression going serious as her hand tightened against the blonde's side. After everything that had happened today, she couldn't contemplate not being in this bed with Arizona. "Except that you cannot get a motorcycle," she declared flatly. "Because drivers in this city don't look where they're going and I will not have some idiot running you over."
Arizona nodded without argument. "Okay. No motorcycle," she agreed mildly. She wouldn't do anything to take herself away from Callie, even if Tim's dirt bike hadn't put her off the idea long before. She could handle her heelies, but had no desire for anything larger.
Callie's smile was back immediately. "Okay, then, let's keep going, shall we?" Flipping Arizona's arm over, she kissed a pale mark on the inside of her forearm, studying the scar carefully. "I'm going to guess burn from an oven."
"Correct," confirmed the blonde with a laugh. "I worked in a pizza shop during undergrad. That was the one and only time I burned myself, though."
Callie's lips quirked against the mark and she dragged her mouth down to kiss Arizona's palm. "Nothing here," she declared happily, shifting back to Arizona's torso, dropping kisses down her stomach and the tops of her thighs, alternating sides as she worked her way down, saying every time, "Not here, or here." Arizona squirmed under the attention but didn't say anything as Callie bypassed her knees and continued down the length of her leg. "One here," Callie said, picking up her right foot and rubbing a thumb across the back of her heel. "What's the story here? The wheelie shoes?"
Arizona bit the inside of her lip, though she couldn't hide a smile. "No," she scoffed. "It was actually a pair of really terrible shoes once when I was a bridesmaid in a friend's wedding."
Grimacing in sympathy, Callie rubbed the thin line. "Those must have been some killer shoes. Yikes."
The blonde leaned up on her elbows, meeting her partner's eyes with a smile. "So, head to toe. Are you done?" There had been one scar missed but she'd been impressed with her partner's recollection.
Callie gave her a smirk, kissing the inside of her ankle. "Arizona, I've put your legs over my shoulders how many times and you still think I would miss one? The scar on the back of your left knee. It's shaped like a capital 'L' and I honestly have no clue what it could be from."
"It's another burn, but this one is from a weedeater motor," explained Arizona. "Me and Tim, to make money during the summer, we used to do yard work for the officers in the base housing and our weedeater didn't actually have a cover on the motor and I burned the back of my leg."
Moving up the bed, Callie pulled Arizona's leg over her shoulder more, turning her head to get a look at the mark. "You and Tim got hurt a lot," she observed, kissing the inside of her knee and moving up her leg slowly, hearing the blonde's breathing grow short with every inch of skin she covered. "Personally, I think you're much safer with me."
Arizona laughed, leaning back on her elbows as Callie's hair tickled the inside of her leg. The brunette gave no sign that she was moving from her spot, apparently content to lay there with Arizona's leg over her shoulder. "Oh, I'm sure that's true. I wouldn't hate it if you stayed a little safer, though."
Callie's head cocked at the unexpected serious mention of the day's events, but just shifted up slightly. "Do you know what's here?" she asked, poking one finger deliberately to a spot right where leg became something else entirely.
Blinking at her and trying to fight a sudden blush, Arizona's mouth fell open. "Um, yeah?" She laughed and Callie felt her heart beat faster. She loved to make Arizona laugh.
"I don't think you do," hummed Callie, dipping her head to kiss the crease. "It's my favorite mark on you."
Blonde brows furrowed. "I don't have a scar there."
"I didn't say it was a scar. I said a mark," the Latina clarified. "You have a freckle right here," she said, indicating the spot with her finger again, deliberately tickling this time with a fingernail. It got her more laughter, the blonde's hips bucking beyond her control.
"I guess I know why it's your favorite," Arizona said a bit breathlessly as Callie dragged her nail over the spot again.
"No, I don't think you do," objected Callie with a smile. "It's not about placement." Dropping her head, Callie took a long, deliberate lick of Arizona's pussy, smacking her lips as she surfaced. "Someone's wet," she noticed, voice gone husky. As fun as teasing was, she was going to have to do something about that. "This freckle is my favorite because it's kind of shaped like a lopsided heart," she explained, having Arizona on her tongue tempering her desire to drag this out and setting her on fire for more of her lover. "It reminds me of our necklaces."
Blue eyes had gone dark but her expression softened and she reached one hand up to Callie's hair, stroking softly. "Oh, Calliope, that is so sw-eet!" Her voice abruptly went up in pitch as Callie's tongue went back to work on her without warning. At that moment, though, she couldn't care less if anyone else was home to hear Callie make her squeak. She didn't care if anyone heard Callie make her moan either. And when it happened, she didn't care the littlest bit if anyone heard Callie make her scream.
On my way out the door to work, but I wanted to post this - and it's had literally no editing, so if you spot an error/typo, please let me know so I can fix it! Thank you!