A/N: two full time jobs, a wedding to plan and a new kitten. This chapter was basically written three weeks ago but it was a challenge find the time for editing and posting. I am sorry for the wait, I hope at least it'll be worth.
Callie had spent the past two days adamantly trying to figure out what the fuck had gotten in to her. One minute she was looking at a potential new house with her wife and the other was screwing and being screwed by Arizona Robbins. Without any signals or warnings. It just happened.
But then, looking at herself in the mirror, it wasn't that hard to point out the issues with Penny. Between them there was affection but not love. There was a companionship but not love. There was intimacy but not passion. At that was ok with Callie. At least she thought it was ok up until that afternoon. Infact with three kids, full time jobs and a steady routine they managed to not fall in all the cracks of their marriage. For fuck sake, they even had another child to try to seal those cracks. Callie had been a great partner all this time, trying her best to make her marriage work.
However, for an afternoon, for a blonde, she forgot about everything. A slip. One slip. It could have been nothing if only she had gone back to that routine and had forgotten what happened in the first place. It all could have been a humongous single mistake if she had managed to go back to her life.
But then, why on earth had she been replicate what happened in that motel room in her head all morning?
And, above all, why did she look Arizona up on google to find her contacts? Why had she been staring at a blank email for the past half an hour?
"Do you believe in destiny?"
Addison snorted "What? Are you reading another love story?"
"Something like that. Do you believe that a lover from your past can appear out of the blue and make you questioning your life?"
Addison laughed "You mean screw your life over?" But seeing Callie still waiting for an answer, she thought about it and added "I don't believe in destiny but I believe in unfinished conversations."
Callie looked the redhead with a questioning expression and so her friend kept going "I don't believe that you meet your ex because of destiny, in the sense that you are destinate to be together. You meet them because the universe is giving you the possibility to finish something that was interrupted."
"Addison, it doesn't make any sense. If the story was already finished why should you need another closure?" Callie put her legs up on her desk while talking.
She was trying her best to be nonchalant, to not give away how much was interested in the topic.
Addison, whom in another life would have been a very successful advise columnist, went on with her theory unaware of the real subject.
"Don't be naive, Cal. It's not about ending the relationship per se. It's about saying goodbye to that part of yourself that you were able to explore when you were in that relationship. It's about accepting who you became maybe despite them, maybe even thanks to them. It's about accepting who you are regardless them. Once and far all. It's a matter of business, no destiny."
"Like the final editing of your own book."
"And how is that done? By making sure that all the conversations between the characters are ended, no by destiny. Told you!"
To Callie the whole theory sounded a lot like a midlife crisis. However, she tried to catch up with what Addison was saying. Until three days ago, she was sure that the Arizona's paragraph of her life was closed. The whole chapter should have been! Each of them decided to stick with their plans and their dreams, to stick with their own narrative long time ago. Even if they were madly in love with each other, Callie and Arizona loved their own idea of future. Their own idea of themselves in the future. And so they let the other go. Callie tried to give up the family she had always visioned. She loved Arizona that much. But the blonde didn't let her doing it. She knew she would have become resentful and sad and she didn't want that for the brunette. She loved her that much. So, instead they gave up all those things the other one made them experience: the butterflies, the intimacy, the passion, the connection, the love.
A life without the other had become a insipid life. Maybe Callie herself was the one who became bland… is that was Addison was talking about?
"I am going to grab a bite, I need some air. Wanna come?" Addison interrupted Callie's train of thoughts.
"Hmm, no thank you. I'll stay in and finish here."
Addison nodded and was out of the room in no time.
Going back to her screen, Callie wanted to be productive.
Hi Arizona, it's Callie. I found your email on...
Deleted.
As an editor she should know that most of the time writing down what you can easily assume is pointless. Above all in business, you should go straight to the point.
See you later at the motel.
Deleted. No, that seemed desperate and without giving a little notice she could be stood up too easily.
Tomorrow at 5pm?
Tomorrow at 5.
No question mark, better.
Callie wanted to say that she was on autopilot, unaware of what she was doing. But she wasn't.
Every step from looking Arizona up to free her schedule was deliberated. Pressing the send button was deliberated too.
Arizona pinned Callie to the door.
She assaulted the brunette who had no intention to oppose any resistance. Quite the opposite.
That's why she was letting Arizona suck one of her nipple and pinch the other one so hard that made her moan in pleasure and pain.
Arizona was frantic, a famish animal who starved for years. Eight years in fact.
If the first time was about reconnecting. This time seemed more about letting themselves enjoy each other.
Arizona straightened up and looked at the panting brunette. Those parted full lips were calling her name. She tasted them. Tentatively at first but then her tongue couldn't resist and started savored them properly.
That's when Callie managed to invert their position. It was Arizona's time to be trapped.
The brunette looked in those blue eyes and the lust and the desire she saw in them almost made her come on the spot. They assaulted each other again. Lips, teeth, tongues, and clothing flying.
They couldn't make it to the bed. Instead they collapsed on the floor. Arizona's shirt and bra were already gone. Callie moaned excited just watching Arizona straddling her with that pencil skirt up to the top of her tights. No panties in site.
How much a woman can take before becoming an animal? Not much if you have the hottest blonde ready for you. And that spur the brunette to action.
Callie entered Arizona with her fingers in one smooth shift and the blonde growled at the sensation to be filled that deep.
However, Arizona Robbins was born to be on top. She was a sight to see and she was good at taking charge. So good that she could actually fuck herself onto you. It used to be the sexiest vision for Callie. And this time was no different. Being used by Arizona to pleasure herself was a major turn on for the brunette.
Yes, Callie had entered her but the blonde was the one trusting and grounding down. Each time more forceful, each time louder. With the other hand Callie played with one breast and then with the other. Her hand roamed Arizona chest and then went up to her face. The blonde started sucking Callie digit, swirling her tongue biting and nibbling. Until Arizona leaned back on her hands, getting out the brunette's grasp. She had a smirk on her face. She was putting herself on display for Callie, she was letting her lover watching her.
Callie's hand was now resting on her hip ready to enjoy the show until its climax. She positioned her thumb the way that with each trust Arizona would get also a flick of her clit. She could sense Arizona's walls start to closing, her movement becoming more frantic, her moans more broken. She came so hard that squeezed painfully Callie's fingers and collapsed onto her breathless.
The brunette caressed her back with a light touch causing goosebumps to erupt all over. Arizona seemed softer than before, still toned but not that fit anymore. Callie could tell.
The blonde tried to regain some composure. Lifting her head up, she whispered an embarrassed "I am sorry". Callie chuckled "don't be, I enjoyed every bit, but I have to say it: my back is not what it used to".
Arizona jumped up "Fuck, I am sorry" She extended her hands to help Callie standing up. "Let me make it up to you."
Again Callie left her lover in charge, following her to the bad.
First she was completely undressed and then ordered "lay on your front."
The brunette obliged and the mattress under her body was already heaven. It became a paradise of pleasure when Arizona straddle her and started massaging her back. She was good on top, with her hands but I already told you that.
The blonde started from the back of Callie's neck where she found the first not. Giving attention to it made the brunette stir and groan.
Arizona's touch wasn't light. It was confident and strong. The blonde worked every bump along Callie's back eliciting all kind of reaction and comment. From squirming to grinding down to "more" to "Fuck, yes, right there".
By the time Arizona arrived to Callie ass they were both soaked and on fire. One of Arizona's hand started massaging Callie's cheeks, grasping the flash and then going inside. She would gather moisture from Callie's center and she would go back up toying with her back hole. Up and down.
At that point Callie was going crazy. "Please" was the only coherent word she managed to say between rugged breath and moans.
Arizona appreciated the effort an entered her with three fingers, trying to give her lover some friction between all that wetness. Despite the fact that Callie was already on fire, disparately in need of coming, the blonde started painfully slow. Her trusts were gentle, too gentle. Like a massage, like a hell of a teaser. Callie tried to gain more pressure by grinding herself on the bed but Arizona pinned her down with an hand between her shoulder blades.
Arizona wanted to be the only reason that made Callie come. She did demonstrate some compassion though. She entered Callie's ass with her thumb and sped up her pace until she was trusting violently.
Callie loved anal, and Arizona loved fuck her like that.
If someone had passed by out the room they would have listen all kind of obscenity flying around until a final "Fuck, Arizona!"
Probably they would get that no actual state was involved.
Kissing her neck while grinding herself on Callie's ass, it took Arizona less that a couple of trust before coming again. She laid half on top of Callie, a leg locking them together, an hand caressing Callie's hair, face to face.
Callie noticed some wrinkles around Arizona's eyes, mouth and forehead. They made her smile.
"What?"
"Nothing"
Only one thing was clear to Callie by now, the sex conversation was far from close.
A/N: what about you? have you some unfinished conversations with yourself or someone else?