CHAPTER 13 – ALL I WANNA DO
Amelia was sitting, her back against the arm of the couch with Arizona sitting in between her legs, her back resting against the other woman's front. The brunette was brainlessly flipping through the channels, hoping to land on something interesting but having no such luck so far, while the blonde was reading quietly. Having had enough, the neurosurgeon turned off the TV with a huff. She wrapped her arms around Arizona's waist, pulling her closer and put her head on her shoulder.
"I'm bored," she sighed petulantly, in a way that reminded the pediatric surgeon very much of Sofia, "If I watch anymore of this dumb crap, my number of neurons is going to pass sub-zero soon."
"I didn't know you even owned some to begin with," Arizona joked with a smirk as she lowered her journal and turned her head to look at the other woman.
The brunette faked feeling hurt, her mouth hanging open as if she was shocked and the blonde couldn't help but chuckle at her adorable dorkiness.
"That was really mean of you, Zona."
"I was only kidding, baby. I'm sorry," she said apologetically, a hand getting lost into Amelia's brunette mane and tenderly caressing her hair. "You're the most brilliant person I've ever met, I'm really lucky to have you," the pediatric surgeon punctuated her statement with a soft kiss.
"Now, that's a lot better," Amelia murmured, a lazy yet content smile on her lips with her eyes still closed.
Arizona chuckled and dropped another sweet kiss onto Amelia's lips. "It's also the truth. That smarty brain of yours never seizes to amaze me and you're so freaking emotionally strong. You have no idea how attractive that makes you," she declared, her voice showing every hint of her openness and her sincerity at this very moment.
The brunette could feel the blush rising to her cheeks while her heart hastily pounded with exhilaration in her chest. She forced down the squeal that was threatening to escape her throat and buried her head into the crook of her blonde's neck to hide her reddened cheeks and her enormous smile. Arizona's hand left her hair and she laced her fingers with Amelia's hand that was resting comfortably on her belly.
"You're pretty damn astonishing yourself. I like you so much Arizona," the brunette said back, just as genuinely.
"Me too," she dropped a kiss onto Amelia's cheek and picked her medical journal back up, her other hand tenderly stroking the back of Amelia's.
She had progressed about ten pages and she was almost certain Amelia had fallen asleep when the brunette readjusted herself against the blonde. Amelia finally got out of her hiding spot and her plump lips wrapped around the blonde's neck, enjoying the way Arizona's grip on her hand became instantly tighter and the small hiss that fell from her lips.
"Watchu readin'?" the brunette murmured and attached her mouth right where the blonde's jaw met her ear.
"The American Journ-nal," Arizona replied, her eyes fluttering shut at the touch.
"What's the article about?"
"O-on-going trials onto the, the use of cannabinoids into the children p-population."
"Did I ever tell you how fucking hot you look when you're acting all medical?"
"I'm starting to get that, y-yeah," Arizona giggled and she tilted her head to give Amelia better access.
"Good, you should always know how hot you are to me," the neurosurgeon softly pushed the curtain of honey blonde hair away before affixing her lips to the inviting new smooth skin offered to her.
Arizona whimpered and her hand grabbed the blanket, her journal fell loudly onto the floor but she couldn't care less.
"Not such a steady grip for a surgeon, Dr Robbins," Amelia taunted into her ear.
Her hand left Arizona's to explore under her shirt, her fingertips grazing up her belly until they stumbled upon a bra. Barely was her hand resting on Arizona's right breast that the blonde was leaning her chest forward, silently asking for more. Amelia gladly gave in, grabbing her breast with a full hand and kneading it through the material just as the same time as a hint of her teeth nibbled onto her neck. Happily surprised, Arizona whimpered and a wave of arousal ran straight down in between her legs.
"You alright there?" Amelia chuckled.
"Shut up and kiss me," Arizona said breathily, bending her head backwards onto Amelia's shoulder.
"I thought you'd never ask," she smirked and kissed her sweetly but pulled away a few seconds later with a giggle. "Turn around. I'm afraid you're going to break your neck with this weird angle or that we're going to end up having sore necks."
"Yeah, this isn't the most comfortable," the pediatric surgeon agreed and flipped around, the blanket joining the journal on the floor soundlessly.
She laid on top of the neurosurgeon and crashed her mouth against hers, picking things up right where they had been without missing a beat. The brunette's left thigh smoothly glided in between the blonde's instantly. Since they were just relaxing on their day off, neither of them had bothered to put pants on and the sudden feeling of Amelia's skin in between her own naked thighs made the pediatric surgeon feel utterly insane with arousal. A moan made its way out, Arizona's or hers, Amelia wouldn't be able to tell, and she seized the opportunity to slide her tongue inside the other woman's mouth. Amelia's hands pulled her impossibly closer and Arizona's body sank further into hers.
Hands wandered under her top, Amelia's fingertips grazing up and down against the velvety flesh of Arizona's back, loving the feeling of shivers that were running along the other woman's spine. Wanting to feel more of her, Amelia broke the kiss and quickly tugged the offending shirt away, the blonde helping her. As soon as had it touched the floor, the pediatric surgeon lay back on top on her, her mouth wrapping hungrily around her pulse point. Amelia groaned, her hands wandered down Arizona's body to squeeze her butt, firmly bringing her down against her thigh. The blonde's lips hummed with enthusiasm against her skin and one of her hand flew to Amelia's breast, squeezing it confidently.
"TV s-should be boring more of-often," Arizona said huskily.
"You wish," the brunette teased playfully.
"I truly do," Arizona laughed. "Should we take this to the bedroom?"
While the proposition held no implication whatsoever, both surgeons were smart enough to understand it easily could. They had been slowly building up toward it for weeks now, their making out sessions growing more passionate and heavier each time, the tentative caresses and shy kisses from the beginning now long gone. Not that they were particularly waiting or anything to have sex, but both women had the bad habit of jumping in bed too soon, before building anything meaningful with the other person. So the fact that they were allowing their emotional connection to grow and explore each other's bodies unhurriedly was thrilling.
When Arizona was looking at her like this, her usual bright blue eyes now almost pitch black, her breath uneven and her cheeks blushed, the neurosurgeon couldn't deny the adoration she held for her anymore. Amelia wanted to share everything with this woman, she wanted them to share this kind of intimacy.
"Sure," she pecked her softly and sat up, Arizona on her knees, straddling her. "Hold on tight to me."
Arizona wrapped her arms securely around the other woman's neck and her thighs around her hips. Amelia got up, firmly holding the blonde close to her by her ass and her back, both because she wanted to feel every inch of her and also to ensure she wouldn't fall. She transported them through the house with half-lidded eyes, trying to ignore the harsh kisses the pediatric surgeon was sucking on her neck but having great difficulties. She was honestly surprised when her knees encountered the bed, shocked that she hadn't bumped them into any walls or piece of furniture.
The neurosurgeon carefully sat the other woman down on the bed, saddened to no longer feel her lips on her skin but eager to discard her own clothes in order to feel more of Arizona against her. Under Arizona's watchful gaze, she quickly threw them away. As her bra flew across the room, her boobs finally exposed, the blonde couldn't hold back her moan, which immediately boosted Amelia's self-confidence. Arizona sat up, her hands settling onto Amelia's hips to pull her closer.
Amelia followed Arizona's lead and straddled the other woman's waist. Almost like a reflex, her hands ran down and up Amelia's thighs, feeling every inch of soft ivory skin underneath her fingertips. They trailed up to her belly, tenderly tracing the faint stretch marks adorning it, testimony that Amelia had once held life inside her. Soft hands cupped the blonde's cheeks and raised her face to meet her eyes. Arizona's gaze was tender and full of care, looking at the neurosurgeon like the scars of her past littering her body had elevated a fine body into a priceless piece of art.. Silk lips landed on hers delicately, pulling her into a languid kiss. Suddenly, her chest was cold and the pediatric surgeon realized that it was because her bra was no longer on.
"Very smooth, Sheperd," she said impressed.
"Sheer luck," she giggled and Arizona joined her.
The neurosurgeon kissed the chuckle away before letting her lips explore further down. She kissed the column of Arizona's throat, and softly pushed her down into a lying position so she could carry on mapping Arizona's body more easily with her mouth. The blonde's hand got lost into a mane of brunette hair while her other clenched onto Amelia's shoulder. Her eyes fluttered shut, focusing onto the trail of loving kisses being placed on her body, trying her hardest not to combust with inner desire. Her neck, her sternum, her belly...
Amelia had never had such a vocal partner. She had only ever had sex with men and apart from a few grunts here and there, they had never turned out to be very vocal partners. As Arizona's moans and whimpers filled the room, it turned her on beyond repair and she felt proud to be the source of them. Finally arriving to her panties, she could already see a wet spot in the middle and it felt incredibly gratifying. She planted one last kiss just above the underwear.
"Ass up, please?" she asked.
The other woman complied happily and Amelia dragged the offending garment down her leg in one swift move. There was something about seeing Arizona like this, sprawled on the sheets, her nipples erected, her chest heavy, her genitals glistening with want and her engorged clit shyly poking out of its hood. The small fire that had taken place into her lower stomach grew exponentially and it was honestly a miracle Amelia remembered how to breathe.
"You alright?" Arizona asked when she saw the brunette was spacing out, seemingly taking her body in.
It brought Amelia back to present time and she shook her head to get a hold of herself.
"Sorry. I know I've seen you naked before since we sometimes take showers together and sleep together and all but there's something about seeing you naked in a sexual context that just turns my brain to mush."
"You're pretty would have sufficed," Arizona teased with a smirk, but she could feel her heart fluttering at the compliment.
"Yes, but you're pretty doesn't even half cover how stunning I think you are right now," she said and laid back on top of the blonde to kiss her tenderly, happy to feel the silky skin she loved so much against hers, their breasts pushing against each other's. "Is there anything I should know about?" the brunette asked sweetly once she had pulled away.
The pediatric surgeon's heart melted at the other woman's thoughtfulness and she almost "owwwwed" before seeing the perfect opportunity for mischief.
"Well, I guess, if we're being honest…" Arizona started, her voice hesitant.
"What is it?" the neurosurgeon asked.
"I'll tell you but you have to promise not to freak out."
"I promise," her concern showed, her eyebrows furrowing ever so slightly and her hand came to stroke the other woman's arm supportively.
Arizona let out a big sigh, like she was about to share a big secret. "I only have one leg, the other one is a prosthetic," she announced with seriousness, her eyes bored into Amelia's.
The blonde watched as the other woman's face contorted in confusion and puzzlement, her mouth opening and closing a few times and her frown deepening as she kept glancing between Arizona's face and her left limb. Much like pants, since they were just having a quiet day in, she hadn't seen any point in putting her prosthetic on. Eventually, her giggles became too powerful to be contained and Arizona burst into uncontrollable laughter. Treason overtook Amelia's face, her eyes almost popped out of their sockets and her mouth formed a perfect O-shape.
"You, little shit!" Amelia teasingly accused and poked her ribcage. "Why would you do that?"
"You sh-should have seen your fa-face!" she said in between two laughs. "You l-looked hilarious!"
"I probably looked like I was having a stroke, you dumbass! Do you have any idea how fast my heart is beating?"
"I'm so sorry, I just had to do it. I couldn't resist the opportunity, sweetie," she said, her giggles finally sustained and wiped away the few tears that had made it out.
"Oh, don't sweetie me. Don't you ever do that again."
"Promise," Arizona nodded and pecked her apologetically.
"Pinky promise?" she held up her pinky in between them.
"Pinky promise," the blonde reassured and laced their pinkies together.
"Good," the brunette pulled her into another kiss, much fiercer this time. "For real though, anything off limits?" Amelia asked, ever so thoughtful and caring.
The pediatric surgeon tried her best to think of anything. "I don't like women lingering on my left leg? I know they're trying to be cute and all but it's actually rather annoying since it just accentuates the bad memories behind it. I mean, it's just my left leg. It's as good as my right one," she shrugged. "What about you?"
"I don't like when people hold my head forcefully in places? A resting hand or guiding hand is fine but trapping my head against genitals can send me into a full blown panic attack, so there's that I guess."
It made Arizona a little upset that Amelia had ever been in a situation where she had been shoved against her will but the blonde put her small anger aside, knowing it was neither the place nor the moment to talk about it. It only spurred her on to make sure Amelia had a good experience with her, that woman deserved to feel worshipped.
"No forcing, I think we're going to be more than alright without it," she said reassuringly with a kind smile.
"Also, my only experience with oral and women is completely self-centered or from porn so if I suck, don't hesitate to guide me."
"I do hope you'll suck, babe," the pediatric surgeon smirked as she wiggled her eyebrows, hoping to diffuse some of Amelia's nervousness.
"You're unbelievable. I'm actually talking feelings and insecurities with you and you're making fun of me," Amelia pouted playfully, her bottom lip sticking out.
"I'm so not sorry for this awesome pun. But on a serious matter, you'll do just fine, Amelia," Arizona softly caressed the woman's lower back. "And you know, you don't have to head straight into it, so to speak."
"Well, straight has never really been my forte, honey," the neurosurgeon joked and Arizona rolled her eyes, an amused grin on her lips nonetheless. "Honestly, I like you so much and I want to taste you and make you feel good."
"I like that plan a lot. Just go with what you like and follow your instincts, it worked out pretty well so far for you in life in general," Arizona said tenderly.
"That's the lamest life hack I've ever heard but you're right, I turned out pretty awesome," she leaned in to kiss her.
The blonde softly grabbed Amelia by the hips and rolled them around to be on top. Her tongue found her way into the neurosurgeon's mouth just as hands settled onto her ass, pulling her closer to Amelia. Their legs intertwined on their own accords, and Arizona felt a whimper leaving the other woman now that her naked center was in contact with the blonde's thigh. The position felt so familiar yet, the lack of clothes made it so much more intimate.
Their hips rocked lazily against each others, unhurriedly taking their time. Amelia's thigh pushed more into Arizona and the brunette contracted her thigh muscles to provide a more "hard" surface for Arizona to roll against, silently thanking all of these years of jogging. She felt the pediatric surgeon's want wetting her leg and she couldn't help but feel proud. It seemed the blonde was as turned on as she, herself, was. There was something very thrilling about knowing they were both burning with the same desire. The brunette couldn't take it anymore and gently rolled them around by pushing onto her other leg.
She pulled away from their lip-locked and the grumpy whine that Arizona made quickly turned into a moan when lips wrapped themselves around one of her stiff nipples.
"Fuck, Amelia," she whimpered as her back arched into the touch and one of her hands tangled instinctively into brunette hair.
The neurosurgeon smirked proudly, her tongue darting out to tease the stiff bud and her hand softly cupped her other boob, squeezing it confidently. She felt Arizona's hips grind more harshly into her and her black eyes fluttered shut, entirely focused onto the other woman's caresses. Amelia wandered to her other breast, careful to give it the same attention as its twin.
Lips then explored further south, peppering her skin with soft kisses as they went, like Amelia wanted every square inch of her skin to know she loved it as much as the previous one. While Arizona absolutely loved it, it was also driving her slightly crazy. As she progressed, the neurosurgeon could feel her apprehension slipping away and instead grew more self-assured in her abilities. The plan of her stomach finally mapped, the brunette dropped one last feather light kiss over her pubis before getting herself comfortable. The pediatric surgeon's hands gripped the sheets in anticipation, bracing herself for what was about to come.
Since their very first kiss, the only person she had had sex with was her right hand and while Arizona was all for masturbating, the prospect of having the woman she liked so much touching her right where she was craving her the most was almost making her feel lightheaded. She was almost fearful her heart would thump out of her ribcage.
The brunette spread her thighs, placing them onto her shoulders and moaned once she was finally face to face with Arizona's slit. When the blonde felt a soft kiss being placed next to her right knee followed by another slightly closer on her inner thigh, and another, and another, her hips bucked high into nothingness and her fists clenched the sheets tighter.
"Amelia," Arizona whined, both thankful for the attention yet wanting the other woman to just pick up the pace already. She bit her lower lip to contain the "please, fuck me," that was begging to be vocalized.
Amelia thought the blonde's smooth thighs looked pretty, they looked so much prettier with hickeys covering them though. From the corner of her eyes, she could see Arizona's hips going up and down, taunting her but she concentrated on finishing her piece of art first. Only when she was satisfied with the amount of hickeys and love bites blossoming onto Arizona's pale skin, could she focus on her next goal.
Her tongue darted out and she took a firm lick from the very bottom to the very top of Arizona's sex, her arms wrapping securely around her legs and holding her hips down and her eyes focused on the other woman's face. Arizona's hips bucked into her touch, a soft whimper coming out. It felt weird to taste someone that wasn't her in her mouth, but good weird. She would gladly spend hours here weird. She liked going down on Arizona, Amelia decided then and there. Especially if it meant hearing her name resonating into the room like this and watching Arizona unravel with bliss. So she kept on, the firmer her lick, the louder her name.
Acting on instinct and on personal experience, her tongue converged towards the engorged clit to flick it. She felt the pediatric surgeon's hips fight her grip, trying desperately to lean into the touch but not being able to and her thighs quivered. The brunette wrapped her mouth around the bundle her nerves, sucking it confidently with a soft hum. Arizona almost came here and there and she had never been so thankful that Sofia wasn't in the house because her cries would have alerted her. The fire in her stomach grew with each caress and she could already feel the familiar presages of her climax taking over her body. Arizona shamelessly grabbed her left breast, her fingers expertly playing with the hardened nub.
"Amelia, I'm-I'm going to-," the blonde never got a chance to finish her sentence.
Her eyes rolled in the back of her head, her back arching painfully high off the bed as her whole body contorted with pure pleasure. To Amelia's humble opinion, the look on the other woman's face when she was climaxing was the most magnificent thing she had ever seen. She felt extremely accomplished in this very moment. She slowed down her movements, helping Arizona to come down from her high and eventually pulled away, not without one last kiss onto the apex of her thigh. As her arms unwrapped from Arizona's legs and finally left Arizona's hips, her limbs fell in pretty much the way Jell-O would which made Amelia chuckled.
She kissed her way up and lay on top of the blonde, happy to see Arizona still hadn't quite recovered yet, her breath still heavy, and a wide smile spread onto Amelia's mouth. However, it became evident that Arizona and she didn't have the same plans when the brunette was pushed back onto her back, the blonde's body now on top on her instead of underneath and lips settled on her neck.
Something between a squeal and a whimper left her throat before the neurosurgeon could even try to suppress it. Honestly, she had been so enticed and focused onto the blonde that her desire had unconsciously taken the backseat.
The hint of teeth sinking just above her pulse point got her craving right back in the driver's seat though, totally flooring the gas pedal with no stop sign in sight; she was on the highway towards release. Her head bent backwards, both in pleasure and to give Arizona more space to work with as her hips rose impatiently. She quickly found satisfaction however when the pediatric surgeon's fingertips hiked their way up her inner thigh teasingly. She didn't make herself pry and eagerly opened her legs to accommodate her, rolling her hips again for good measure.
"I had gotten the hint the first time, sweetie," Arizona giggled against her skin and looked up at her with a smirk.
"Shut up," she accused playfully as she blushed furiously and her hand flew to the back of the other woman's neck to kiss her sweetly. Fingers landed delicately on her opening, coating her fingers before strolling up to her clit and drew slow lazy circles around it. "Shit," Amelia half moaned half muttered in surprise as she pulled away from the kiss, her body leaning into the touch.
The pediatric surgeon smirked proudly and her mouth traveled to her lover's chest. Her lips latched onto a firm nipple, her tongue expertly teasing it which earned her a barely audible moan from Amelia and the grip onto her hair tightened in encouragement. Her other breast encountered the same fate soon after and the brunette wasn't sure she had ever had someone pay so much attention to them, to adore them quite the way the blonde was. On one hand, she couldn't wait for Arizona to continue her descent but on the other hand, she never wanted the blonde to go away from her chest. She was simply too good at this sweet torture thingy she was inflicting her.
Finally the blonde made the choice for her. Lips covered her stomach with tender kisses that sent shivers all over her body and the pressure on her clit increased ever so slightly, forcing Arizona's name out of her throat with a breathy moan. She felt her thighs being nudged apart gently and fingers left her most sensitive part without any warning. However, before Amelia could even think of complaining, she felt the other woman's tongue taking over, skillfully exploring her folds. The neurosurgeon's hips bucked wildly into her touch then, trying to get more.
"Fin-fingers, Zona-a," Amelia gasped and her request was immediately fulfilled when two fingers easily thrust into her opening, thanks to the blonde's tireless teasing that had made her more wet than she'd like to confess.
Amelia's body moved intuitively, her hands clenching the sheets tighter and hips shifting with each back and forth to match the blonde's rhythm. The brunette felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge. As if reading her mind, fingers curled upward inside of her and a particularly powerful suck was placed on her bundle of nerve and Amelia knew she was a goner.
Her back arched up in the air and her legs tightened around Arizona's head, inadvertently trapping her as they tried to close up. The information that it was probably unpleasant registered to her dazing brain mid-orgasm so she tried as best as she could to unlock her muscles to leave Arizona some space.
The pediatric surgeon was quite surprised to find out bliss overtaking the brunette's features yet not a single sound was coming out of her mouth, which instead was hanging wide open with a soundless cry. Oh, did she have every intention to make the most of this happy discovery. The blonde softly slowed down her pace, her touch becoming lighter and lighter onto the other woman's clit and eventually pulling away totally, also removing her fingers. Arizona placed one last kiss onto her lower belly and quickly wiped her mouth with her arm and her fingers onto the sheets, mentally marking to change them tomorrow before laying on her side next to the neurosurgeon.
"Damn that was some very good work right there," the brunette said with a dopey smile on her mouth, still somewhere in her descent from cloud nine back to planet Earth.
"Thanks," Arizona gave her a proud smile, happy to have made Amelia feel as good as she had done herself previously.
"I'm definitely leaving you five stars on Yelp."
"You're a dork," the blonde rolled her eyes but giggled at the bad joke anyway. "I'm totally returning the compliment though. Congrats, you're officially awesome at oral."
"Thanks babe, but let's give to Caesar what belongs to Caesar, it was mostly teamwork," Amelia replied playfully, feeling very pleased with herself nevertheless. She turned her head to the side to look at the other woman with an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry I squeezed your brain down there."
"It's okay," Arizona replied as she laid comfortably on top of the other woman, Amelia's legs framing her hips and she planted her chin onto her sternum. "You have strong thighs but you're not exactly the Hulk either, baby."
"You know you suck at compliments, right?" Amelia placed a lost blonde lock back behind her ear, her other hand caringly stroking Arizona's bare shoulder.
"I do?"
"Very much so, but that's okay. I like you a lot anyway," the brunette said earnestly, her eyes never living Arizona's vibrant blue ones.
"Good. I like you a lot too," she tenderly kissed the small space in between the woman's breasts as her fingertips absentmindedly traced the muscles' outlines of Amelia's abs. "What's your secret to stay so fit?"
"I chase my patients around so I can get to them before Derek does," Amelia kidded and flexed them, hearing a small gasp leaving Arizona's lips as she did so.
The brunette suddenly felt irrationally proud to oblige herself to do some abs workout after her usual jog, no matter how much she hated it. She would gladly keep on doing them if it meant electing this kind of reaction from her lover.
"I don't know if I'm more jealous or turned on."
"I work hard for those. I'm just glad that you like them."
"Yeah, like your boyfriends weren't all over it either," the pediatric surgeon deadpanned, her strokes coming to a stop.
"Actually, not that much," she shrugged casually. "They liked the fact that I was thin and sporty but the muscles kind of scared them away. Hurt their pride, I guess."
"I can assure you that it does the exact opposite of scaring me away, Amelia. In fact, you know what? You should only be allowed to wear crop tops."
Amelia laughed wholeheartedly.
"I'm serious," the blonde looked up, nodding confidently at her own proposition "It should be a crime to have this killer set of abs and hide it all day long under those shapeless blue scrubs."
"You can see how crop scrub tops might be a problem though, right?" Amelia raised an eyebrow, a playful grin on her mouth.
"You're right," she scrunched up her nose, obviously disappointed. "I would be way too distracted at work."
"Look at who's becoming a dork," the neurosurgeon teased with a giggle.
"You must be starting to rub off, Sheperd."