Unscented
"Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!"
The alarm blares through the crisp morning air, startling both women awake.
"Turn it off!" grumbles the brunette, fumbling around the sheets and urging the blonde to move.
"I'm sleeping!" the blonde defends. As she turns her body away, she takes her pillow and wraps it around her head to muffle the noise.
Groggy from the lack of sleep, the brunette finally opens her eyes and reaches over to the blonde's nightstand to tap the alarm button. Pulling her arm back, she notices that the sheets around the blonde has slipped, exposing delectable, soft, creamy skin. The brunette inhales deeply and bites her lip before trailing her fingers just under the blonde's breast, leaving goosebumps and making the blonde squirm.
"Mmm… You're insatiable, Calliope." Sighing into the pillow, she turns her body to face the brunette. Both of them still naked from last night's activities. Leaning forward, the brunette captures the blonde's lips for a searing kiss. With their heaving breasts and hardened nipples brushing, the delicious friction causes the blonde to fully waken. Grabbing the brunette's hips, she urges Callie to straddle her. Needing no words, Callie swiftly moves her body on top of the blonde, grinding her heated core on the blonde's hip. Moaning after feeling Callie's arousal on her skin, she pulls back slightly, greeting the brunette with a bright dimpled smile, "Good morning baby."
Returning the greeting with her own mega-watt smile, Callie leans forward for a final chaste kiss before greeting the blonde back, "Good morning to you too, Arizona."
Needing to start preparing for her workday, Callie starts to sit up. Arizona notices the brunette starting to pull away and tightens her grip on her hips, unintentionally putting pressure on both their cores. "Where are you going?" the blonde gasps. The brunette throws her head back and closes her eyes, savoring the feeling of Arizona under her as she slightly jerks her hips. Eventually, Callie responds, "I need to get ready. I have work today."
Caressing the brunette's inner thighs, the blonde pouts, "Can't you stay for a tiny bit longer?" Narrowing her eyes, Arizona trails her thumbs tantalizingly close to Callie's core, earning a moan from the brunette. Summoning her courage to move away, she grabs the blonde's hands to stop the motions. "I would love to, but I have an early meeting today, baby." The brunette continues, "We already had our fun last night and we've only had three hours of sleep. You're the insatiable one. We'll have more time tonight."
Memories of the previous night instantly fills the blonde's mind as her eyes glazed over and her mouth stretches into a goofy smile. Sensing her chance, Callie climbs off the bed and starts walking to the bathroom, fully aware of her naked form. Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, Arizona's mind finally registers that the brunette is no longer on the bed with her. Turning her head to the direction of the bathroom, the blonde catches a glance at the beautiful, glowing caramel skin of her wife, illuminated by the early morning sun. "Calliope!" Arizona whines. Smirking, the brunette leans forward on the counter, purposefully losing her grip on the hairbrush. Facing away from the blonde, Callie bends over her waist to grab the brush off the floor. Knowingly giving the blonde a show of her glistening core, she reaches for the door and closes it before the blonde decides to slip in and have her way with her. "…noo!" the brunette hears from the other side of the door, making her chuckle.
After washing her hair, Callie realizes that she's forgotten her face wash on the counter. At times like these, she usually washes her face while in the shower to hasten her routine. Stepping out of the shower, her body still dripping with water, she reaches for the bottle. Tipping the bottle, it slips from her grasp and falls to the floor. The bottle slides under the sink after the unscented gel spills, leaving a mess on Callie's thighs and the tiles below. Grumbling and groaning, the brunette grabs a towel from the rack and tries to clean up the gel on the floor but loses her footing when she tried to squat, leaving her square on her ass. Whimpering, the brunette gives up from standing up in fear of falling again. "I'm doing so well today…" the brunette mutters under her breath.
"Arizona!" Callie starts to call the blonde for assistance, her thighs still covered with the unscented gel face wash along with the tiles below her. Her mind wondering what she did to deserve this and did not notice when the bathroom door swings open until she hears a gasp coming from its direction. Both women freeze. Their eyes meet, staring at each other with mouths slightly open like deer in the headlights.
Earlier
"No!" Arizona protests, watching as Callie closes the door to the bathroom, ending the cheeky performance. "I want it now," The blonde sighs, bites her lip, and clenches her fists. She was finding it difficult not to run to the bathroom, open the door and have her way with her beautiful wife. Instead, she crosses her legs in hopes of stopping her arousal and quickly realizes it's for naught. She knows that the brunette had an important meeting with a bigwig client today and do not want to risk getting on the Latina's fiery side if she turns up even one minute late. Accepting her fate of unrelieved sexual tension, she gets up from the bed. Grabbing the clothes that were left haphazardly on the floor the night before, she throws on a pair of shorts and tank top and starts to walk to the kitchen to prepare their breakfast.
Pancakes, eggs, and bacon is in today's menu… as in any other day when she's preparing breakfast. Not because those are the only food items that she's able to cook without burning the entire kitchen. Of course not. Opening the fridge to begin, she hums nonchalantly, occasionally shimmying her hips to the rhythm of the music in her head.
Hearing muffled sounds coming from the bathroom, she brushes it off to Callie singing in the shower once again. Her wife's voice - music to her ears. She fell in love with the brunette's voice from the start, melody flawlessly and effortlessly falling from plump lips. "Calliope, beautifully voiced… how apt," the blonde gush, her smile making her dimples pop.
After turning off the stove and placing the bacon on their plates, Arizona hears Callie calling her name from the bathroom. As the blonde approaches the door to the bathroom, she hears grunting and moaning emanating from the other side. Without knocking, Arizona opens the door and immediately notices the brunette on the floor, covered with a translucent liquid dripping down her thighs. A naughty idea already forming in her head of what Callie must have been doing, the blonde's eyes narrowed, darkened with lust and slowly smirks.
Callie, confused with the blonde's reaction, glances at the floor beneath. Her lower limbs still soppy with gel pooling down her inner thighs and glances back to the blonde's face. Dawning on the brunette what the blonde must be thinking, her heartbeat starts to race. "Arizona, no… I-I can explain." Callie stutters. The look on the blonde's face was primal and the brunette knew she need to tread lightly.
Arizona tilts her head, keeping her piercing blue eyes on the brunette's darkening orbs. The blonde's breathing becomes labored, nostrils flaring, and her tongue starts to peak out, sliding on her lower lip. She starts, "Oh, Calliope. Having fun without me?" Walking towards the brunette, she takes in the sight before her. From the brunette's slightly opened legs, her eyes linger for a few moments longer on Callie's glistening core. Biting her lip and continuing to eye her prey, Arizona notices Callie's slightly erratic breathing and meets their eyes. "…I thought you didn't have time?" the blonde muse.
Kneeling in front of the brunette, Arizona leans forward to Callie's core. Inches away from the brunette's need, the blonde declares, "Calliope… you've made such a mess. Let me help you clean it up."
"Arizona, I-" Callie tries to protest but was cut off when the blonde slides a hand up her leg and meets her core, dragging the gel along. The brunette watches in a mix of emotions, unconsciously holding her breath in anticipation. Shock, lust, and amusement crosses Callie's face as Arizona sticks out her tongue and runs it on her core.
Not noticing the bizarre taste until her tongue retreated to her mouth, the blonde froze. Her face fell as she stares into the brunette's eyes. "C-Calliope…?" Arizona tries to speak with the unknown liquid in her mouth. With the look of confusion, the blonde finally registers the look of amusement in Callie's face. She immediately stood up and spits into the sink. Turning on the faucet, she hurriedly rinses out her mouth and tongue.
Callie, unable to suppress any longer, eventually bursts into laughter. After a few joyous moments, her laughter subsides. "Oh my god, you should've seen the look on your face," the brunette quips. "I didn't know my face wash turned you on so much. Kinky."
"I didn't know! I thought… I thought… Why didn't you tell me?!" Arizona turns to Callie, pouting and whining, face soaked from rinsing.
"I tried to until you practically pounced on me. Serves you right, you horndog," she retorts, smiling wide, eyes filled with tears and still snickering. "I'm sorry, baby," the brunette relents. "Now come help me up, please, or I'll be late."
Arizona narrows her eyes at Callie as she approaches the brunette. Taking the outstretched hand, she helps lift the brunette off the floor. Pulling Arizona closer, Callie wraps her arms around the blonde's waist and leans for a deep kiss, sucking the blonde's tongue into her mouth. Pulling back, the brunette rests her forehead on Arizona's. "I'm sorry, baby," Callie repeats. The brunette places a kiss on the blonde's cheek, willing for her favorite dimples to make an appearance. At last, Arizona smiles at the brunette and giggles, "I can't believe that happened. How could I have not notice!"
"I know. You and your tunnel vision. Plus, I just couldn't resist your tongue," the brunette winks. While Callie goes back under the shower head, Arizona suggested, "I can still help you clean up." Waggling her eyebrows.
The brunette contemplates for a second and agrees, smiling and waving for the blonde to join.
"No funny business," Callie warns.
Hastily discarding her clothes, Arizona walks into the shower and closes the glass sliding door. "No funny business here, ma'am," the blonde smirks. Callie, distracted by the water, did not notice the blonde once again staring at her body, eyeing her from head to toe. Arizona reaches for the soft curves of Callie's hips, kneading the flesh underneath her palms. The brunette reciprocates the gesture and turns to face the blonde, caressing the soft skin of her stomach inches away from her core.
They rinse off the remaining suds from their bodies, now completely free of gel. After a few moments of wanton fondling, both women start to get heated up as moans fell from kissing mouths. Unable to resist the urge to take the blonde in her mouth, Callie lowers her head to capture Arizona's aroused nipple whilst stroking the other bud between her fingers. Panting, Arizona reaches up for the showerhead and takes it off the holder while the other hand reaches down to Callie's core, feeling her wife's slick arousal. The brunette, completely forgetting the time with lust taking over, rises back up for a passionate kiss. Arizona moans into the kiss and aims the showerhead to the brunette's heated core. "Arizona… baby," Callie whispers against the blonde's lips and begins to rock her hips against the blonde's steady rhythm, gradually picking up the pace. Tucking her head into the brunette's neck, Arizona gently bites on the pulse point and licks to soothe the pain, causing a whimper to escape from Callie's lips. Pulling back and admiring the pleasure on display from the brunette's face, the blonde adjusts the jet stream, putting further pressure on Callie's clit. The brunette's eyes widen and mouth falls open, instinctively drawing in air to her lungs, briefly taken aback by the change and utterly submitting to bliss. Two pale, slender fingers circle the brunette's opening, dipping in and out teasingly. Without warning, Arizona slips her fingers into Callie's depths, making the brunette cry out in satisfaction. Noticing her wife's fast approaching orgasm, the blonde suddenly pulls away from Callie and feigns in thought. Glancing at her bare wrist, the blonde declares, "Oh! I completely forgot about the time."
Puzzled, dazed, and extremely aroused, Callie attempts to tell Arizona to let her finish. "Arizona, w-what?" Breathlessly, she adds, "C-can you continue, please?" Needing to reach her climax, the brunette reaches around the blonde's waist, pulling them closer.
Arizona slips away after a heavy make out, "Mmm… I'm sorry, Calliope but we better not. You're going to be late." The blonde feigns innocence and shrugs, exiting the shower.
"Arizona Robbins-Torres! If you don't come back here…" the flustered brunette calls out, stepping out of the shower.
"Be careful, Calliope. You're wet. You might slip if you come," the blonde states with an impish smile and captures her still drenched fingers into her mouth. "We'll have more time tonight," she mimics the brunette and continues to walk out of the bathroom, swaying her hips with a towel wrapped around her body.
"Arizona!" Callie exasperatedly calls out one last time before the door closes behind the blonde. "No!"