Yay, I'm back! Think of this as an early Christmas present for those of you who celebrate Christmas. This is final part in Arizona's story, SPOILER ALERT (kind of... Arizona isn't going to be become a lumberjack. I promise.) I don't have an actually set day of week when I'm going to post chapters because every chapter I have so far is a little bit on the long side and I'm trying to get better at my bad grammar (A little hard when you know everything that is happening).
Someone asked awhile a back about the rules of Arizona's version of Candyland and I thought I would share it with you since it's makes another appearance in this story.
It follows the same rules as the regular version. When you land on a Red or Purple square you must put one fun size bar into the pot. Yellow and Blue squares require you to put one regular size bar or two fun size bars into the pot. Orange and Green squares require you to put one king size bar or four fun size bars into the pot. If you land on the square with the black dot then you get all the candy in the pot, if you land a pink square( the character square) then you get to choose one piece of candy from that person playing the character. You get one dice roll for a regular card and you get to roll two dice if you get a card with double colors.
With that being said let's see trouble Arizona gets herself into now.
Part 4: Lose to Win
Chapter One
The room I'm currently sitting in is well lit and quiet. Like extremely quiet, you could literally hear a pen drop. Or the sound of Hilton's half sigh/half grunt as she stretches and repositions herself and falls back asleep next to Roxie who is right behind me. I give a heavy sigh before I reach for the center of the board and grab both dice.
I place the dice in the center of my palm and start to rub my hands together. This is my version of rolling dice at the moment. I bring my hands up towards my lips and blow on them for good luck as an extra measure. I need either snake eyes or two six's giving me a twelve. If I get snake eyes than I get all the candy that is in the pot, and if I get the twelve then I get to steal one piece of candy from Teddy's personal stash. Both are good outcomes, but ever since Jackie got a King Size Snickers bar last week when we went treat or treating I have had my eye on it, and on her last turn she was forced to put in a King Size bar into the pot and the only King Size bar she had left was Snickers, and this serial killer loves her Snickers bars.
This year for Halloween this family decided to dress up as the characters from Toy Story, the only Disney movie that all of my children like. I was dressed up as Woody or Jessie. I'm going to say Woody because Callie dressed up as Jessie. Sofia loves the squeeze toy aliens in that movie so she was one of the aliens. William was dressed as Buzz Light Year his favorite character in the movie. For some reason Jackie loves Hamm the piggy bank, so that was her costume. Roxie was Slinky Dog, and Hilton was Rex.
Yes you heard correctly, the dog my tiny humans and wife wanted became a Robbins three months after they sat me down and introduced me to her three years ago. Like they promised the three of them go with Callie or me when we walk both Roxie and Hilton, they clean up after both of them, and they feed them breakfast and dinner every day without fail. The kids have taught Hilton the same tricks as Roxie, but Hilton now loves to swim in the pool and if you don't watch her closely she will jump in the pool for shits and giggles. One thing Callie and I are still trying to figure out is how in the hell the Sofia taught the dogs to use the bathroom bells. Every time the dogs have to go to the bathroom they hit a set of bells that hangs off the door knob by the back door. My baby girl is a little genius just like her mommies.
Anyway I digress. I need to roll a snake eyes to get that damn King Size Snickers bar. I put the dice in my right hand for two shakes before I open my hand and let the dice fall to the board. It's like slow motion as the dice roll around the board, one of the dice finally stops and it is a one, off to a good start. What feels like a full year later the second die finally comes to a stop, the result, "SNAKE EYES!" I yell as both hands reach for the sky. I hear my kids and Teddy give a groan, and my sudden yell causes both Roxie and Hilton to jump a little. "Come to mommy," I say with grin as gather all of the candy that is in the pot. I put the candy in my pillow case, but not before I pick up and hold my beloved Snickers bar. "I'm going to enjoy tomorrow after lunch." I say with a smile.
Little known fact about me, I'm not that big on candy. I will more than likely give the candy that is in my pillowcase to the sick and dying tiny humans in the hospital instead of eating it. Expect for when it comes to Snickers bars. I love them, disappointing size (fun size), regular size and king size, I will not share. Not even for the sick, dying tiny humans in my ward. You want to get a good head start before I kill you, throw a Snickers bar at me. I will eat that before I continue on my mission of killing you. After I collect my winnings, it is William's turn. He grabs a card and turns it over to reveal a blue card. He moves to the next blue square before looking through his pillowcase for candy. The blue card means he has to put in a regular size bar, but he doesn't have any regular size bars so he puts in two fun size Kit Kat bars before he rolls the dice. He gets a five which puts him on a yellow square.
Each take two more turns before my bladder can't take any more of Callie's homemade lemonade that we brought downstairs along with the huge 24 inch bag of cameral corn to snack on. "I need to use the rest room," I say as I get up from the floor, "and I'm taking this with me." I grab my pillow case full candy. The last time I left my candy unattended the little shits stole three pieces of candy from me, and Teddy was in on it as well.
With my bag of candy I walk upstairs with Hilton right behind me. For some reason she loves me out of everyone in the house. Everywhere I go, she goes. I spend five minute relieving my bladder before I start to go back downstairs, however I stop dead in my tracks when I pass the kitchen.
There standing the kitchen with her back facing me is my wife. Nothing major has happen between Callie and me since she found out about my love for killing people. I follow her rules and she's okay with that. I keep her in the dark about what I do when I 'go out with friends', just like before she found out. The only reason why I'm surprised to see her home is she said she was working late and we would have to do dinner without her. Whenever Callie works late is when the banned game of Candyland comes out from its hiding place. Every time we play Candyland it turns in to a gambling game which Callie is against so she threw away our game and has banned it from coming back into the house. This rule hasn't stopped us because we always buy a new game and hide the evidence of our playing before Callie comes home.
"Callie!" I yell as I hug the left side of the doorway to hide my pillow case filled with candy.
Callie jumps a little before she turns around to face me. "Arizona?" her statement turns into a question while she raises a freshly manicured eyebrow in my direction.
"Your home early," I try to recover quickly to hide the fact that the illegal game of Candyland is being played just below her feet. "I though you would be at the hospital all night with Derek working on your brain mapping project."
"I was but our patient, Katie, dead when Derek was trying to fix some cables." Callie's voice drops a little bit.
I slowly slide my pillow case to floor before I walk into kitchen to give her a hug. I comfort her for a little bit before we break apart. "Anyway what extremely unhealthy dinner did you order for you, Teddy and our kids?"
"Nothing yet, but I know they are excited for two large white pizzas, garlic knots, chicken parmesan subs and some cannoli's from Luigi's."
Callie just gives me a knowing smile before she chuckles and walks over towards her phone, which is in her purse which is right behind me on the counter. "Where do you guys put all of that food?" Callie says as she dials the number to Luigi's.
"Well the animalistic type sex we have three times a week helps me burn off a few extra calories." I say as walk up behind her. I slap her ass before I kneading it my palm.
Callie lets out a yelp before spins around to look at me. She glares at me and is about to scold me but someone from Luigi's answers the phone.
Luigi's, how can help you?
I hear a muffled voice say on the other line. I take the phone out of her hand and hang up on the man on the other line. I lightly toss her phone on the counter behind her before I lean forward and capture her lips with mine. I don't wait or ask for permission as I slide my tongue into her mouth. I feel her tongue start to play with mine as her hands slide down my stomach and around my waist. She draws me closer to her, before my left hand wraps around to the other side of her ass to join my right hand. With both of my hands behind her I lower my knees a little bit before I lift her up onto the counter. She slides back as far as she can go before she spreads her legs so I can stand in between them. My hands stay around her waist, while Callie's hands slide back up my body and take a new resting place around my neck.
I end our long and heated kiss so I can kiss her jawline, neck and finally her favorite spot, her collarbone. The minute my lips hit her collarbone is when my hands slide around to the front of Callie's pants. I undo her belt and unbutton her jeans, for some reason Callie loves the jeans with button flies. I'm about to slip my hands down her pants when she stops me.
"Arizona, don't" Callie pants as she leans her head back to rest on one of the cabinets.
"Why not," my voice is muffled because I don't want my lips to leave her soft skin.
"The kids and Teddy, they could come upstairs any minute."
"Trust me they won't," is my only response before I slip my right hand down the front of her jeans. The material that makes up her underwear is the only thing blocking me from her sex. I can tell from the heat and moisture from the outside of her panties that she is ready for me. A quickie in the kitchen would serve as a great distraction while Teddy and the kids hide our evidence of Candyland, however, I never told them that Callie is home. I'll just make a note of that little fun fact for later.
"Oh Dios Arizona, que estas haciendo a mi?" (Oh God Arizona, what are you doing to me?) Callie whines when she feels my hand slide her panties over towards the side.
"Estoy a punto de cogerte," (I'm about to fuck you.) I reply back as I kiss my way back to her neck. My head is resting perfectly in the crook of her neck; I take two fingers and start to slide them up and down her very slick folds. "Estas tan mojado." (You're so wet). My fingers are right in front of her and I'm about to slide them into her, when her phone goes off. We both let out a low growl as she reaches over to grab and answer her phone.
"Hello?"
Yes, I got a call coming from this number. Did you mean to call Luigi's pizzeria?
WHAT THE FUCK!? Are you kidding me? What pizza place calls back after you hang up the fucking phone?
"Yeah, I did but I lost the signal. I'm coming home from work." Callie lies.
"You'd be coming right now if this little fucker didn't call you back."
Callie shots me a death glare mixed with her classic 'shut the fuck up' look. I take the hint and back away from her. Callie starts to place our dinner order while I walk out of the kitchen, but run back downstairs.
When I get downstairs I can see from the lack of candy in the pot and happy look on my son's face, that William won the pot. However his look is wiped of his face as he looks at me with confusion like everyone else.
"The warden is home early."
After I say that we all take off and work together at cleaning up the Candyland mess. Over the past few years our cleanup has become flawless and we hardly speak to each other while we hide everything. The fact that we work great together in silence helps spare us a few minutes before Callie catches on, and believe me she always catches on.
Sofia and I hide our pillowcases of candy, while Teddy and Jackie set up a new board game, and William hides the Candyland board game. Sofia and I are in the middle of hiding the candy when we hear the sounds of Callie putting two and two together. We start to rush through everything when we hear Callie stomp from the kitchen to the hallway to basement doorway and down the basement stairs. When Callie reaches the bottom of the steps, all of us are back in our original spots in the middle of the basement floor with a new board game in the middle of our circle.
Callie crosses her arms before she starts to walk over towards our circle. Along her slow walk towards us she starts looking in old hiding places where we used to store some of our evidence from Candyland. Along with the old hiding places she also looks through some news ones as well. She is empty handed by the time she reaches us, and I think we got away with it until I watch her relaxed face tense back up when she notices the new game between us.
"What are you guys doing?" Callie questions as her cold angry motherly brown eyes meet my innocent yet guilty blue eyes.
"You know, just hanging out down here eating cameral corn and drinking lemonade while playing board games because it's cold and rainy outside." I say trying to play it cool.
"Hmm," Callie just nods her head and looks back at the board in the middle of all us. Her action causes me to look at the new game we are 'playing' for the first time.
Fuck, we're screwed.
"Correct me if I'm wrong but 13 13 Dead End Drive has traps you guys have to set up, and from the looks of that board you are in the middle of game, but there are no traps."
I don't say anything as I keep my eyes on the board. Pull yourself together Robbins. You kill people for a hobby; don't let your wife get in your head. "They weren't working," I start off with a headshake and half smile. "They kept falling down and not activating when they needed to be so we took them down and we are using our minds to envision the traps."
Nice work if I do say so myself.
Callie turns around and walks over to the TV stand and bends down for a moment. When she turns around to face us, we all start to sink down a little bit. The room gets quieter as comes back to us holding the board game Candyland. I hear William gulp as he continues to look down at his hands avoiding eye contact with his other mother.
"I'm not dumb, unlike you guys."
Well that was rude, Teddy and I are world-class surgeons; best in our fields I might add. Sofia is in the second grade but has the IQ of third grader, and the twins are the smartest kids in their preschool class at Brightwater. We're not dumb, you're dumb…Bitch.
"See every time you guys play Candyland, you always replace it with 13 13 Dead End Drive."
Okay, well clearly some people in the circle are book smart while the others are street smart.
Teddy and I just look at each other for a moment before we both go back to looking at a pissed Callie. Safe to say I'm not having sex tonight.
Damn, I really wanted to have sex tonight.
"Who started the game?" Your youngest daughter, Jackie.
Callie is met with silence. The kids aren't looking at Callie, but Teddy and I are. She is getting more pissed by the minute.
"I get it, you ride together so you're going to die together." Callie's voice starts to grow more in volume. "If you don't tell me who started this game in the next 10 seconds you kiss homemade desserts goodbye for the rest of the month."
Well if you are blind and can't tell that my kids look just like me, threaten to take away their food. That will let you know if they are a Robbins'. All three of their heads snap up and over towards Callie. Callie doesn't say anything to them and just gives them a motherly knowing look.
With me being a serial killer it means that I live in the dark ages. I hardly use credit cards; I don't have Facebook, Twitter or Instagram because I like to keep a low profile. Makes finding me a lot harder if I get into a sticky situation. Callie on the other hand is all about technology and that crap. Her younger sister Aria talked her into getting Instagram so the two of them can share pictures of their family and friends since Aria will be spending the next 4 years in Germany working for Rolls Royce Aerospace.
Along with following Aria, Callie started following some food people as well which have helped her come up with some delicious ideas for dinner and dessert. For example yesterday was Taco Tuesday. Instead of making the usual, a taco ring, shrimp, steak and chicken fajitas. Callie made tilapia tacos with a pineapple and black bean salsa. It was orgasmic, and then for dessert she made cinnamon spiced cheesecake squares. Can you imagine what she might make tomorrow for dinner? I don't know what it will be, but I can tell you it will be an orgasm in your mouth.
By the grin on Callie's face, she thinks she has us cornered but she doesn't. We came up with a plan b just in case something like this was to happen. Teddy and I give each other one more glance before Teddy opens her mouth to speak.
"It was my idea, Cal" Teddy says as she gets up from the floor. "I saw the game on sale yesterday and couldn't help myself." Teddy removes her Spongebob pillowcase from its hiding spot and hands it over towards Callie. "I'm sorry."
Callie takes a minute and just looks at Teddy, almost studying her for a moment. "You can keep the candy the Ted." Callie says with a smile before she turns around to walk back upstairs.
Teddy and I just exchange looks and I see the puzzled looks on the kid's faces as well. What game is Callie playing right now?
"Oh God," Teddy is the first out of the five of us to piece it together. "Please, take the candy Callie." Teddy is hot on Callie's trail as they walk upstairs. "I will do anything you want, just please don't tell Addison."
Oh shit, Addison is going to kill Teddy when she finds out. Like literally kill my best friend.
"Arizona, Sofia, Jackie and William, you have 5 minute to pick up that mess and get your butts upstairs in the living room." Callie says ignoring Teddy altogether.
The four of us clean up our mess before we go upstairs to see Teddy sitting on the couch staring straight ahead into nothing. I sit next to Teddy on the couch, while William sits next to me and the girls sit next to each other in the love seat.
I reach forward and grab the remote before I turn to look over at Teddy. "Well seeing how you might die today, I think it's only fair that you get chose what we watch." I say with a slight smile.
"I just barely recovered from her tongue lashing this morning, and now I'm going to get another when I get home." Teddy whines before her head falls onto my shoulder. "Just kill me now."
I don't respond as I start to point the remote at the TV, however, Callie storms into the living room and snatches the remote out of my hands. "There is no TV tonight, and there is no movie either. We are going to eat dinner, then I'm going go over their homework and then you guys are going upstairs to rooms until bedtime." Callie yells at us. "Sofia, Jackie and William go into the kitchen and set the table. And you two," Callie points at Teddy and me, "go get the pizza, NOW!"
We all silently scramble and do what we are told. Luigi's used to deliver to our house, but a year ago they changed their distances and we are outside of radius and have to pick up instead of getting delivery. There and back, it takes Teddy and I 20 minutes to get the food. We are silent for the entire journey. When we get home and step into the kitchen we see the kids sitting at the table in silence, while Callie and a very pregnant Addison talk in the middle of the kitchen. Addison is holding the Candyland board with a somewhat pissed look on her face.
"It was nice knowing you," I whisper in Teddy's ear.
"What did you say?" Callie snaps at me.
"I said, food's here."
Callie doesn't question me and just takes the cannoli bag and puts it into the refrigerator. I set the boxes in the middle of the table and we start to eat dinner in a semi quiet and awkward environment. Since the kids have gotten older we have played musical chairs on where everyone sits. Callie and I still have the heads of the table, and Sofia still sits on my left side but now William sits on my right side. Jackie loves her big sister and sits between Sofia and Callie. Currently Teddy is sitting next to William while Addison sits between her and Callie.
After dinner Teddy and Addison leave, while Callie makes me and kids clean the kitchen as she looks over their homework. After we clean the kitchen Callie makes the kids go upstairs to their rooms and makes them do an extra section their Brightwater workbooks. When they finish their sections they give it to Callie so she can review it, if it's wrong she makes them fix it and if it's right she tells to get changed and go to bed, which they do without argument.
Callie's whole no TV and movie rules apply to me as well, a grown ass woman. I find myself upstairs lying in bed reading The Hunger Games, while Callie cleans what sounds like the living room and formal dining room. Whenever she gets mad she always cleans. I want to say two hours after dinner the kids complete their workbooks and go to sleep. After Callie finishes cleaning she comes upstairs and closes our bedroom door before walking into the bathroom. She closes the bathroom door as well as she takes a 20-minute shower.
I'm heavily engrossed in this gauntlet of kids killing each other, I don't hear Callie as she comes out of the bathroom and walks over to me. I feel her crawling into the bed and I'm about to address her, but I can't take my eyes off this damn book. Callie grabs the book out of hands and tosses it on my nightstand. With the book gone I'm able to take in my current situation. Callie is straddling my waist, naked, like completely naked.
"Never understood the point of lingerie when you're married." Callie says innocently as she traces random patterns on my clothed stomach. "I mean it's not like you haven't seen this before."
"It's more fun for the other person to peel it off…" I can't stop staring at her boobs, stomach and crotch.
"You don't have time for all of that when you have three kids at home." Callie grabs my chin and lifts my head so I'm looking at her in the eyes.
"You raise a valid point," I feel mouth go dry as I watch Callie slowly lean forward to capture my lips with hers. The kiss starts off slow and builds from there. Callie's hands on are either side of my head while my hands find their place around her waist. Callie starts to grind her center on my pajama bottoms causing her to let out a low throaty moan.
"You know what we haven't done in a while?" Callie says as she returns to sitting upright on my waist.
"What?" I say giving her a questionable look.
Callie lowers her right hand for a second before raising it again to reveal a pair of handcuffs. "Fuck that," I say while shaking my head.
Callie's only response is a raised eyebrow. We stare at each other for a few minutes before I let out a loud sigh. I take my shirt off and raise my hands over my head through the headboard.
Why can't I be the Arizona I was 10 years ago, the Arizona who could get up and walk away from a hot woman throwing herself at me. God, this one of the times where I hate the fact that this women has changed me.
Callie grins at me before her hands slide up my arms. She maneuvers over to my left side and grabs my arm and repositions it on the headboard before putting one part of the handcuffs on the headboard and the other side around my wrist. I don't know where she got a second pair of handcuffs from, but she repeats the same action on my right arm. When Callie is done, my upper body is in the spread eagle position while my legs remain untied and closed at the moment.
Callie leans down for a quick kiss on the lips before she slowly lowers herself down my body while placing open mouth kiss randomly on her path. When she makes it to my sex she slowly spreads my legs apart, and takes the time to breathe on and kiss each thigh. For a brief second I can tell that she's playing with me because when my breathing starts to change so does hers, and it is driving me crazy. Once Callie has had her fun, I feel her tongue against my sex as she slowly does diagonal licks. Once I get close to coming Callie stops and changes directions on me. My entire body is on fire and I just want to explode but Callie keeps preventing that from happening. "Callie," I say in a half whine half moan. Callie's only response is her making one long lick upper wards to my clit, which she takes the time to alternate between flicking and licking it. Just like before she always stops right before I can fall over the edge. "Please Calliope," I whine as pull against the handcuffs thinking that maybe they are cheap toy handcuffs that break if you pull hard enough. After two unsuccessful pulls I drop my arms and let out another whine.
I figured after a good ten minutes of me whining and pulling at these stupid handcuffs, Callie would take pity on me and stop her torture…She doesn't.
Still being quiet Callie stops what she's doing without warning, and I feel like I'm going to have a heart attack. If she plans on leaving me worked up like this, I will break my own wrists to get out of these handcuffs.
Callie lifts herself up slightly and leans over to the left side of the bed, which is her side. She reaches for the bottom draw on her nightstand. While plays around with her nightstand, I push my head into the pillows while biting my lower lip. I close and press my legs together trying to relive myself.
Once Callie has found what she was looking for, she pries apart my legs. I actually think I'm going to cry because I can't take this torture, I fucking hate handcuffs.
The room is slight except for my heavy breathing, as Callie takes her sweet time putting a black harness around my waist. I want to call her out for going so slow, but I hold my tongue because I don't think I can handle the punishment that will come along with it. Once the harness is in place she takes her time again making sure the blue silicon toy is put in it's proper place. When Callie is finally done she lowers herself so she is eye level with my new add on. The two of us make eye contact before the add on disappears into her mouth. I'm the one who breaks our eye contact as I close my eyes and roll my head back into the pillows. A small tingle starts to grow in stomach once more and starts to build throughout my body as Callie continues to suck on the toy, putting the right amount of pressure on it so I find it enjoyable. I let out a low moan as my hands wrap around the headboard above me and squeeze it tightly. The bedroom begins to fill with the sounds of my moans and sighs and Callie throws in an occasional slurp.
The tingling sensation that started in stomach slowly intensifies as Callie continues to suck on the toy. My breathing gets heavy and I feel that I'm close and unfortunately so does Callie. That wave of pleasure is seconds away from crashing down on body, but just like before Callie stops but only this time I can't stop my reaction.
"BITCH," I scream at her, "WHY'D YOU FUCKING STOP!"
I know what your thinking, I just ruined the night because the kids heard me scream, but for exception of thunder they can sleep through anything. Every once and a while Callie or I will let out a scream and it doesn't even wake them.
Callie remains silent as gets up from between my legs. We just stare at each while she gets ups and repositions herself over the toy that was once in her mouth. This time Callie breaks the eye contact between us to look down, which cause me to do the same. My mouth goes dry and my grip on the headboard grows tighter as I watch the toy disappear again into my wife. We both let out a moan at the new sensation before Callie starts to slowly rock against my waist.
Callie's slow rocks start get faster and harder as she continues to ride me. Callie starts to whine and moan in Spanish as both of her hands leave their original resting place on my stomach and find a new resting place, which happens to be her breast. I'm forced to watch as she kneads her breast before pinching and pulling her own nipples.
Watching my wife fuck herself on top of me…This is clearly my punishment for Candyland.
Callie tilts her head back as her left hand continues to play with her breast, but her right hand slips down her body and starts to play with her clit. Seeing my wife like this on top of me in her own world is enough to send me over the edge…finally. I when I do come I unexpectedly thrust my hips upward, which causes Callie to come right after me. Callie slows her movement to a stop before placing her hands on either side of my head. Her eyes are closed and her head is down and she is trying desperately to catch her breath.
"Callie," I say in low husky voice.
Just from my tone alone Callie knows what I want and she gives it to me. She moves from sitting on my waist to hovering over my face. She lowers herself down gently and I don't even wait for her to get situated before my tongue enters her sex. I take the next few minutes drinking Callie's essence, while she lets out a low deep moan. I can feel her left hand as it moves to grip the headboard in front of her, and I feel her right hand on the top of my head tangling itself in my blonde hair.
After a few minutes I slip my tongue out and I lick up and down her folds collecting her juices with each lick. Callie removes her left hand from the headboard and brings it down to join her right head which is still tangled up in my hair. When she grabs my head with both hands she takes a minute to find her balance again before her hips start to rock against my face.
I lick my way up to her very erect clit that is in my face begging for attention. I flick it twice which causes her grip to become tighter around my head. After my two flicks I wrap my lips around her clit and start to suck. When I start to suck Callie violently thrusts her hips forward almost catching me off guard. "joder!" (Fuck!), she says in raised voice. I alternate between sucking and licking her clit while she grinds down harder on my face. At the last minute I change things up and instead of sucking and licking her clit I gently graze it with my teeth, which sends Callie over the edge almost immediately. Her hands push me into her body as far as I can go while her hips stop moving. I feel her body go stiff before she starts to shake and then go limp a little bit.
Callie is trying to calm down her breathing as she slides back down my body to straddle my stomach. We both let out a moan when her warm wet center come into contact with stomach. Callie has both of her hands on my breast as she kneads them and plays with my nipples while she slowly slides up and down on stomach. It is almost like she getting ready for round number 2.
Callie looks down at me and her eyes grow even darker before she lowers herself to kiss me. The minute her lips and tongue come in contact with mine she lets out a moan because I know she can taste herself on me.
"Mmm," breaks apart our kiss. "I think I worked up a little bit of an appetite." Her voice is soft, and it sounds like she is hinting at something but I don't know what.
"I think I'm good after my second helping of dessert," I reply with a little small smirk.
Callie smirks back before sitting up a little straighter. "Well I guess it's my turn to get my second helping of dessert."
Instead of sliding down my body like I thought she was going do, she leans over to her right side. She reaches over towards my nightstand, and opens up my bottom draw. My bottom draw is where I have my secret, well not so secret any more, stash of Halloween candy. AKA my favorite bars which is mostly Snicker bars. Because of my hands I can't see what she is doing, I can only hear her. I hear her rifle around before she finds what she is looking for.
"No," I shake my head while looking right at her.
"What? You're not the only person who likes Snicker bars." Callie says as she hold my King Size Snicker bar that I won early this evening.
"You can't eat that; I worked hard to get that Snickers bar."
"This is technically Jackie's Snickers bar." Callie counters back.
"That I won, by strategically playing the game of Candyland."
"You stole it," Callie says bluntly. "From a baby…your baby…" Callie opens the wrapper and takes what could possibly be the most sexist bite in the world. Callie slowly and torturously eats the Snickers bar in front of me, and to tell you the truth I don't know if I should mad or turned on. I swear this woman can make anything look sexy, like eating my damn candy bar. Once Callie is done, she leans over to her left side and reaches for her nightstand. She grabs both sets of keys to the handcuffs and proceeds to set me free. She unties my left wrist first followed by my right wrist. Once my right wrist is free my hands instantly grab Callie's waist and I flip us over causing Callie to let out a small squeal followed by a giggle.
I just grin at her before I lean down and capture her lips with mine. While we are still kissing, I slide my left hand down her body and grab her left leg just below her knee. With ease I take her leg and lift up and over my left shoulder. I rest my left hand back next to her head before I repeat the same action with right hand. Once I have Callie the way I want her I line up the toy and push into her.
A loud scream/moan leaves Callie's mouth. I just grin as I slide out and then back into her deeper than before. Callie and Yoga plus me and a strap on equals hot crazy borderline illegal sex between the two of us.
It's around 3 o'clock in the morning when we finally call it night. A night of hardcore pure sex like this only happens once a month, and I can tell you tomorrow we are both going to be hurting in places we didn't even know existed, and that is saying something coming from a surgeon.
Now that kids can get up and move around on their own, the post naked cuddling has sadly come to an end between us. So we are both back to wearing our pajamas as Callie slides into my arms. Callie is the first to slip into her post sex coma, but it's a different story for me. All that non-stop sex has done nothing for me. I still feel that need for satisfaction lingering in pit of stomach. There is only one thing that will satisfy this need, killing, but lately it hasn't been making me feel satisfied.
Don't get me wrong I still love killing people. I love stalking them and luring them to their death, but lately I feel like I'm missing something. Callie lets out a loud sigh before she turns around to face me. Her eyes are still closed, and she scoots as far as she can until her nose hits the top of my chest. She inhales deeply before falling back a sleep.
As much as I don't want to admit it, but the reason behind my lack of satisfaction in killing is the woman sleeping peacefully in my arms. Ever since Callie found out about my hobby she wants me to play it safe. Go after dumb criminals who have cheated the system, it gets me my fix, but let's face it I loved the games playing I did with some of my bigger kills.
That is what I miss, that is what my dark passenger is craving for. It's looking for a cocky serial killer to take down. To let them know that they aren't as badass as they make themselves out to be. That is what I want. I want to play games. I need to play games.
I want to play these games badly, but I don't want to pay the price if I lose. Stark taught me that lesson painfully. I almost lost Callie, and if I ever did lose her. I don't think the world could handle me when I'm that upset.
The need to kill and play games plague my mind for an hour until I finally tire myself out and pass out around 4 in the morning. I only get two in a half hours sleep. I never felt Callie when she got up from the bed at 6 o'clock, but at like usual she is my 6:30 wake up call. "Arizona, get up." Callie says as she slaps my foot from the bottom of bed.
"Thirty more minutes." I whine as I take my pillow put it over my head.
"Arizona, I'm serious get up." Callie says as she slaps my foot one more time. I don't move as I hear leave the room to start her ritual of waking up the kids, who just like me, love to sleep.
It has to be an hour later when I just manage to make out three tired footsteps as they make their way downstairs. Before I can do anything I feel Callie rip the covers off the bed before her hands grab both of my ankles. With all of her force she literally drags me out of my bed. I don't say anything and I look up at Callie with a half dazed and a half confused face. Callie is looking at me with a straight face while she puts in her hoop earring. "Breakfast will be ready in thirty minutes, if you're not downstairs by then your portion will be given to the kids."
I just nod my head as I pick myself up from the floor. Callie looks in the mirror for a moment while she puts in her other earring. Once she likes the way she looks she leaves the room and goes to the kitchen to make breakfast.
If Callie weren't such an amazing cook I would just go to back to sleep and get breakfast at the hospital, but Callie does know how to cook, and she knows how to keep us well fed. I take a quick a shower and somewhat rush downstairs when I start to smell bacon. I make it the kitchen just in time as Callie starts to put food on everyone's plate.
"Nice of you to joy us," Callie says as she puts the last of the eggs, bacon, fruit salad and toast on my plate.
I just smile at her before she leans in for a quick kiss.
The new normal for breakfast is, it starts out quiet and then gets louder by the time breakfast is over. Derek and Callie have been putting a lot of hours in on their mapping project which means, the kids pile up in my car and I take them to school in the morning and I pick them up in the evening.
After I drop the kids off at school, I go to the hospital and change into my scrubs before I go upstairs to start rounds. After rounds I get paged to the ER where I spend the rest of my morning with Jackson helping him with a 15 year old who had burns on over 60% of his body because he and his friends decided to play with lighter fluid and fire.
After Jackson and I finish helping our burn victim I decide to take a break in the peds break room. I'm not really tired and I don't feel like having coffee so I make myself a cup of hot chocolate and grab two of donuts for myself. I have the room all to myself, so I sit at one of the tables that is close to TV that is mounted on the wall. It is on the CNN news, which I drown out as I open my personal tablet and open a police PDF file I got from a friend at the Seattle Police Department.
The file is rather large so it takes a few minutes for it to fully open up. When it does I'm met with the image of officer Erica English. She's an officer here in Seattle, for the Seattle Police Department. She stands at 5'8 with short brown hair with blonde highlights. She's a cop so she is in shape. She has a lot of lean muscle on her. She has a pointed jaw, her nose flairs out a little bit, and she has green eyes, almost like emerald green. The reason why this protector of Seattle made it on my radar is because 10 months ago Erica's family was a part of a home invasion gone wrong. Both her husband and daughter were shot and killed, while Erica escaped with a gunshot wound to her ankle and to her shoulder.
Everyone at the police station bought her bullshit story about how she ruffed up some drug dealer, Mike Falco, the day before and how he took out his revenge on her and her family. I can see right through her crocodile tears. So did my new friend Mandy Briceland, the coroner at the Seattle Police Department. Now Mandy is not really my friend, I only picked her out at a bar so I could get my hands on this file. All I had to do was give her the good ole Robbins family charm and she was practically eating out of my hand, or giving me Erica's file with no questions asked.
I believe Erica purposefully fought Mike to get his blood, before she went home the next evening to kill her family. I don't know why all of her colleagues are looking the other way because the evidence is saying that Mike had nothing to do this. The only evidence of Mike at that crime scene is a small blood drop by the front door. I know what you're thinking, that he was wearing gloves and all the bullshit that I do when I go on my kills and that could be true, expect for one fact. Erica claims she shot Mike twice in arm when he was in her kitchen leaving through the back door. With that being said, there should be a lot more blood than just one drop by the front door.
Another reason why I find Erica so suspicious is she is the only female cop in Seattle who has a prefect score for her marksmanship, meaning she never misses a target. I highly doubt she would miss the kill shot on the intruder that killed her family.
The only thing that the Seattle Police Department did in this whole case was gun down Mike Falco in a 'gang related shooting'. Since the Seattle Police Department doesn't want to serve justice it looks like I will. My dark passenger needs to be pleased, there's no better way to please him than giving him a fellow monster that holds a gun and a badge.
I reread Erica's file as I finish eating my donuts and drinking my hot chocolate. Once I'm done I close every app on my tablet before I turn it off. I throw away my trash and I'm about to leave to start my surgery with Teddy. We have a 6 year old girl who has Poland's Syndrome, however, the new anchor on CNN gets my attention.
'The Seattle Police Department and FBI have confirmed that America's Road Truck Killer has found a home in Seattle Washington.' The anchor starts. 'For the past 24 months the Road Truck Killer has been leading local, state and national law enforcement on a wild goose chase. He has no MO and leaves no clues behind to let the police know what state he will strike in next. The remains of the bodies he leaves behind are too grotesque for national television, but from pictures I have seen this man brutality cuts up his victims and leaves them in public areas to be found. We'll have more about the Road Truck Killer after a word from our sponsors.'
The TV goes to commercial, and I'm still standing there looking at the TV. There wasn't a lot of detail in that story, but something inside of is telling me that the Road Truck Killer and me are going to cross paths real soon. I step out of the break room to see Teddy looking for me, "you ready for our surgery?"
"Yep," I say with a smile as I walk with Teddy downstairs to the OR.
After we scrub in and everything is going according to plan, Teddy and I pass the time with small talk. "Well I see Addison didn't kill you last night which is good. I still have my best friend."
Teddy lets out a loud sigh, "I don't even know what to think anymore." Teddy starts "she yelled at me for the whole car ride back to the apartment, then when got inside she poured me a glass wine and then poured a glass of milk for her and then we just watched TV for about an hour and then she wanted to have sex." Teddy looks up from our patient and for the first time in two hours we make eye contact. "Did Callie do that to you when she was pregnant."
"She did yell at me a lot. She yelled at me for calling her by her nick name, 'hey you', for not taking my shoes off when I entered the house, for eating too much, and my personal favorite, for being too hot."
"What?" Teddy says as she laughs at my last reason.
"I am too good looking, and I needed to stop."
"She did not say that," Teddy shakes her head.
"Oh yeah she did," I say with a head nod. "We were at Costco, and she made Sofia and I go get toilet paper and I guess there was a group of lesbians there that thought I was hot and were being vocal about it, and Callie was standing next them while they were talking about all the dirty things they wanted to do to me."
"Seeing how you are the most oblivious person when it comes to flirting, Callie clearly knew she had nothing to worry about, right?"
"Not when you're pregnant. Hormones just take over everything in your life for nine mouths."
"What about sex, did she always want sex?"
"Nope," I shake my head lightly. "She thought she was fat and ugly and wouldn't let me touch her with a ten foot pole. I was on my hands and knees begging for her to put out and she still didn't. We only had sex twice while she was pregnant. TWICE, I'm jealous that you and Addison get to have all this crazy sex while she is pregnant because I didn't have any when Callie was pregnant."
For the rest of surgery Teddy and I just chat about random stuff. The surgery is successful and by the time we are done it is time to pick up the kids. I check my patients and then I talk to Lauren about the patients she needs to keep an eye on because she is working the night shift for the next three days. After my talk with Lauren I go down to the attending's lounge to take a shower and change back into my street clothes.
There was some construction on 8th street so when I get to Brightwater I'm about 30 minutes late. It is gorgeous fall day here in Seattle so when I get to Brightwater Mrs. Newman, William and Jackie's teacher tell me that they are in the back of school playing on the playground.
I walk outside to a whole bunch of kids playing on the playground so I don't feel that bad about being late. William is off towards my right side playing with a group of boys in his class. From the looks of it they are playing what looks the preschool version of football, where one boy has the ball and the others just chase him around. Currently my son has the ball is running away from the other boys. He has big smile on his face, which gets bigger when he sees me. "MOMMY," he screams as he drops the ball and comes running towards me.
"Little man," I say as I bend down to pick him up in my arms. When he is fully in my arms he gives me a kiss a on the cheek. "Oh, you just made my day handsome." I say with a smile.
William just smiles back, "I missed you mommy."
"I missed you too, little man. Where are your sisters?"
William points to swing set that is located off to our left side. My smile starts to fade when I see both of my girls giggling and laughing while playing with an adult who does not teach here. (Serial killer, I know who belongs and who doesn't).
"Sofia Sloan and Jacqueline Mary," I say in a loud stern voice as I walk closer to them and this mystery woman.
The smiles my girls were sporting is quickly wiped from their faces when they hear and see me. They can tell that I'm not too happy with them at the moment. They wave goodbye to the stranger, who still has her back to me, before they both come over to me.
"What did mama and I tell you about strangers?" my voice is still stern with them.
"Not to talk to them," Sofia says with somewhat innocent eyes.
"So do you want to tell me why you were talking and playing with stranger?"
"She's not a stranger mommy, its aunt Julia." Sofia says as she looks over towards the stranger who is now facing me and walking over towards us.
Sofia is right; the woman my girls were playing with was Julia Canner, Mark's ex-girlfriend. "Hey Arizona," Julia says with a smile. "I didn't mean to scare you like that. Just coming out of nowhere and playing with your kids. I was walking by the playground when Sofia saw and suckered me into playing with her and her sister."
"Oh it's ok, it was a little strange at first because I haven't seen you in over 4 years. How have you been?"
"I've been doing pretty well actually. I left my job at Seattle Presbyterian Hospital and became a traveling surgeon. I've been to pretty much every state working and sightseeing, best decision I made since Mark left me."
I can see the sadness in her eyes and I can hear it in her voice. Four years later and she hasn't gotten over Mark. Since she is still upset about Mark, I decide to not to tell her that Mark is getting married to Lexie this Sunday.
"Mommy, do you think Julia can come to the wedding this weekend?" Sofia asks me.
"I don't think that's a good idea, baby girl."
"Why not, I bet daddy would like to see Julia again." Sofia counters.
Before I can say anything Julia decides to join our conversation. "Who's getting married?"
"Um, Lexie…" pause for a moment to I look down at my left leg to see Jackie tugging at it, she wants me to hold her. I should have listen to Callie a year ago when she told me to stop carrying the twins around everywhere. She said that they would always want me to pick them up, and she was right. Holding the twins now that they are 4 years old is a lot harder than when they were 1 and 2 years old. I know I should say no because I right now I'm holding her older brother but can't say no. I maybe a cold hearted serial killer, but I will always have a soft spot in my heart for my tiny humans. I pick up Jackie and just like her older brother she gives me a kiss on the cheek before she mimics him again and lays her head down on my shoulder. "And Mark…" I slightly nod my head bracing myself for the awkwardness that I know will follow.
But the awkwardness doesn't come and Julia does something I find intriguing. She gets angry when she finds out that Mark and Lexie are finally tying the knot. I knew Mark wanted to take things slow with Lexie, but good god man, 4 years of dating before you finally put a ring on it. The anger is all in her eyes at the moment, for a second I saw her body tense up before it returned to its relaxed state.
"Well good for them, I'm really happy that he found someone to make him happy." Julia says to me. Her voice is calm, but her words of joy for Mark and Lexie are sublimity forced out of her mouth. She's good at hiding her feelings, and if I wasn't such a pro at reading and manipulating people she could have pulled on over on me. Julia picks up on the fact that I'm reading her emotions and she quickly tries to get away from me. "Well it was good to see you Arizona." She gives me half smile before she looks down towards Sofia, "and it was good to see you too, Sof. You've gotten so big, and it was nice to finally meet the twins. They are spitting image of you Arizona." I just smile at her, still reading her as she defuses something I didn't really notice as a problem. "I promised I would get drinks with some friends and I don't want to be late." Julia waves before she starts to walk away from us.
"It was good to see you too, Julia." I say in calm and smooth voice. Julia slowly turns around to face me again and we make eye contact for a few moments. There's something in her eyes that I can't put my finger on. She knew I was sizing her up, but why would that make her nervous? Is she hiding something from me? What would be… better yet why do I care? She wasn't my girlfriend, this isn't my drama. I could look and walk in the other direction, but I can't. Her attitude has me drawn to her, and I can't explain it.
Julia and I turn our backs towards each other. Julia goes back to the sidewalk and walks to wherever, while I take my tiny humans back to the car. The car ride back to the house is loud, the kids sit in back, in no order because it changes every time we go for a car ride. We sing along to several Disney songs before we make it home.
It looks like it was another early day for Callie because when pull into the garage I see the Range Rover sitting there. When I open the door our senses are flooded with wonderful smell baked ziti and garlic bread. I pass the kitchen to see the food sitting on the countertop but Callie is nowhere to be seen. However the TV coming from the living room gets my attention and I see Callie sitting on the couch watching the evening news.
"MAMA!" the kids scream, causing Callie to jump a little bit. The three of them run over to Callie and shower her with hugs and kisses. After the kids are done saying hi we go into the kitchen and eat dinner. After dinner and homework we watch an hour worth of cartoons before we put the kids to sleep.
Now that the kids are older our evening ritual of putting the kids to sleep has changed. William just goes to sleep after I check his bed, closet, and bathroom for monsters. Once that is all clear Callie and I tuck him in and give him a kiss goodnight. Jackie makes Callie read her Cinderella while Sofia reads Beauty and Beast to Roxie and I.
After the kids go to sleep, Callie, Hilton and I go to the master bedroom. After we change Callie gets on her side of the bed while I get on my side and little miss Hilton takes the space that is between us.
Callie is working on a crossword puzzle while I sit there reading The Hunger Games. Like always Hilton is passed out between us, but her sudden jump and alertness gets my attention. I look up from my book over towards Hilton who is looking towards the window over by Callie's side of the bed. She stands up on the bed and starts to growl at the window. I'm about to address her, but I stop when I hear Roxie standing in the middle of hallway growling towards the stairwell.
I let out a sigh before I put my book on my nightstand and get out of bed. Even through I'm wearing a white t-shirt with blue and white flannel pajama bottoms I still grab the closest sweatshirt to me, which is Callie's Seattle Seahawk's sweatshirt so it is a little on the baggy side on me. When I get out of bed so does Hilton. Callie is about to get up as well but I stop her. "No, stay here. I'll check and see what it is." Callie doesn't protest as she slides over towards my side the bed. If it is an intruder I can gain the upper hand if I leave the lights off.
I quietly make my way downstairs and in the process I'm scanning the living room, and the area of the formal dinning room and kitchen that I can see from position. I see no signs of life, but the dogs are still growling and huffing. A quick glance at the dogs shows that their attention is towards the front door. Right when I look at the door, our doorbell rings causing both Hilton and Roxie to start barking.
"SHUT UP," I somewhat yell at them and they do as they are told but they both refuse to leave my side.
I open the door to a familiar face that I haven't seen in years. "Nick?" I question when I see my brother's best friend standing on my doorstep wearing his Navy Whites.
"Hey Arizona," he says with a smile. Hilton and Roxie have never seen Nick before so when he starts talking they start growling and barking.
"What did I say?" I say to the dogs and snap my finger at them. Within seconds of my finger snap both dogs stop talking and sit down in their spots. I go from looking at the dogs to looking at Nick. "What are you doing here?"
"I need to talk to you." Nick starts out. He looks behind me and in the upward direction. I turn around and see Callie standing at the top of stairs with her dark red house robe around her body. "In private, it that is okay with you?"
I turn back around to face Nick and I give him a head nod while I step onto the front porch. In the process of trying to close the front door, Hilton makes it out and she plants her ass right next to my right leg.
Once the door is fully close Nick starts talking to me. "I need your help with a case that I'm working on. When your brother was still alive he said you would be a valuable asset to have when the time was needed and I need you."
"I'm not a cop or detective, Nick; in fact I have nothing to with the law enforcement field. I'm a pediatric surgeon, how can I help you?"
"True, but you're a serial killer and I need the help of a serial killer right now. Preferably one who doesn't have a grudge against me at the moment." Nick points at me with his eyes.
Well if standing bare foot outside in my pajamas in this nice 30-degree weather wasn't a slap to face. Nick's last statement was a nice little wakeup call…