AN: Hey guys, I'm back from my vacation and I know it's been the longest wait so far, but I really took some time off this time and that was actually needed.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy the next chapter and the direction this is going?
"Oh God, Callie", I breathe out, writhing under the touch of the Latina's talented tongue that flicks against my clit with just the perfect pressure. It's an arousal I have never experienced in my life – sex has never felt this amazing, with anybody – and while I can barely control my squirming body, the need to feel more of her is just as prominent as the need for her to make me come so I can repay the favor. "Fuck, baby, please...", I beg and even before those three words leave my mouth, she pushes first one and then two of her magnificent fingers inside me and sets a perfect rhythm. My release is so close, I am just about to see stars when-
Bolting into a sitting position on the bed, awoken from my – apparently too loud – alarm, I groan in frustration and mute it with practiced ease. That must have been one of the most intense dreams I've had in a while. My whole body is all tingly and I can feel my soaked underwear – literally feel it, since my right hand is trapped between my legs, covering my very wet sex. And from just the light touch, I can also feel that I am seconds away from a powerful climax, just from that dream. Damn, Arizona. You can't control yourself for two nights, can you? I fall back onto the mattress, feeling the plushiest pillows under my head and softest bed linen and sheets on my skin as I bury myself deeper into the bed. It smells heavenly too. I wonder if her bed smells the same? Ugh, stop it, Arizona!
My eyes follow the pattern on the ceiling, only interrupted by the dancing rays of sunlight, as my mind travels back to yesterday. Last night has been... interesting. I can't decide whether it was more amazing or more confusing. Probably both in equal measure, but I am inclined to say that my confusion wins this morning. Recalling the feeling of her lips against mine is probably the easiest memory my brain ever had to remember. The delicate touch of full lips, the taste of her chap stick and the scent of her perfume. It is the only thing I've had in mind all night, the last thought before I fell asleep when we finally called it a night around 2am and obviously, it is the one thing that invaded my dream. I would give everything I own to kiss her once again and then I could die happy. The kiss was short, but I felt entirely surrounded by everything that is Calliope Torres. It was that amazing. But it is also so very confusing. The way she acts around me is indescribable. She's chivalrous, holds doors open for me and pulls the chair back. She makes sure that I am comfortable all the time and even with all the people in the house last night, when she looked at me, I felt like I was the only person in the whole world. And then that kiss happened. And all those phone calls before. She is the one who wanted to see me again. Not that I mind, of course not. But it was her wish. Add all of that on top of her invitation to Miami, it gets my whole world spinning. How am I not supposed to interpret anything into it?
"Ugh", I sigh and let out a breath I didn't even realize I have been holding in. My brain has been going nonstop about this whole thing since the kiss and I am sure it will drive me insane if I don't do anything about it. Maybe I should just ask her? Ask if her intention is to have more than just a friendship with me? But what if she doesn't? I would make a fool out of myself if I would ask her. I mean, nobody knows anything about Callie Torres' sexuality. It's probably one of the best kept secrets in the whole world and she's a master of keeping it that way, always finding a way to avoid a direct answer or changing the subject. "That woman is so confusing", I complain to myself and start stretching my tired muscles. Just another night of not enough sleep, although staying up this long, it was definitely more pleasure than torture. Staying up doing homework is no fun at all. Being awake and talking to Callie, seeing her face light up and her gesticulating hands when she talks, with those fine fingers as they wave in the air. Damn, Robbins, you've got it bad, I chuckle to myself.
The knock on my door is soft, barely loud enough to hear if I wouldn't be awake already. Making sure that everything is covered, after all, I only sleep in panties and a shirt – the latter always riles up during the night, I reply with a raspy "Yeah" and the door to my current bedroom cracks open, revealing the most beautiful sight to wake up to. I don't know whether she just got up or if she's already set for the day to start, but whatever it is, she looks like she's ready to start a photo shooting in two minutes. How can a human being look so good, so effortlessly? "Good morning", I smile, desperately trying to ignore the fluttering heart in my chest. How does she do that to me?
"Good morning", she greets, the megawatt smile just as bright as last night. "I've heard your phone going off and thought that if you were awake, you might be hungry and maybe want some coffee?" Callie already knows about my addiction for coffee and being the perfect woman that she is, she has probably memorized how I like my coffee – just a little bit of cream, no sugar.
I nod and she pushes the door more open, walking in with a tray in her hands that she sets down next to me on the bed. On top of the tray, two cups of coffee and judging by the color of the liquid in one of them, she added the perfect amount of cream to it – of course she would get that right on the first try when even I am failing that mission sometimes. Next to it, a bowl with chopped strawberries and oranges, and two croissants waiting on a plate. A lone rose completes the picture of a breakfast made in paradise. At first, I stare slack-jawed at the tray, then my eyes flicker up to the woman who sits now on the edge of the bed. Can she be any more breathtaking? "You brought me breakfast in bed?"
She grins even wider this time and just picks up one of the cups. There's not even a shrug, or a 'You're welcome'. There's nothing aside from the delicious view of her tanned fingers cupping the porcelain and her luscious lips pursed against the brim of the cup as she blows some air into the hot coffee. The sight alone makes my mouth water and I feel my core throb with want. If it's going to be like this the rest of the weekend, it's going to be a long thirty-six hours.
"You don't want to eat?", she inquires, one eyebrow raised at me in question and it's only then that I am ripped out of my daze and shake my head to clear the last remnants of fog from my brain. "Or do you not like fresh croissants? I thought you had one for breakfast in LA? George can get you something else, I'll just call him."
There's confusion written all over her face and for a second I wonder if it's similar to my own, but it's probably not. Deciding to put her out of her misery, I stop her just as she puts the coffee cup back down and wants to get up, placing my hand softly on her forearm. Her skin is so warm, and smooth like satin. "I love croissants for breakfast or any other time of the day, to be honest. It was probably my staple food when I was in France." The smile I get in return is heart-stopping, radiant. I am pretty much certain that this smile has the power to light up my mood, like a switch, and once again I find myself wishing that I would be able to see this smile every day, every morning, for the rest of my life.
"Good", the Latina says with a smile and continues sipping her coffee and taking a few bites of the second croissant herself. Some of the strawberry pieces also find the way between her lips and it takes all my willpower, not to lunge forward and kiss those soft lips again. "Then, eat up, I want to take you out on a tour around Miami."
A tour around Miami? With Callie as my tour guide? Awesome! This day cannot get any better.
"I cannot believe I got sunburn on the back of my hands", I wine as I make my way into Callie's beach house after spending the day outside and letting her show me her favorite spots, immediately relishing in the cool air that comes through the AC. It's not super-hot outside but after today and walking around for the better part of it, I crave for an ice-cold drink in my hands and cool air around me. I did have a lot of fun, though. It wasn't like the typical kind of sight-seeing. It was more like a special tour where she showed me her favorite restaurants and spots she used tovisit when she spent her summer breaks here with her family. "Like, how is this even fair? I did put sunscreen on every part of my body that wasn't covered with clothes, but apparently, I forgot my hands and now they are all red?"
"It's not that bad", Callie says, visibly suppressing the giggles that want to leave her mouth, when she exits the bathroom and sets the after sun lotion on the counter next to me. A lotion she most likely never had to apply onto her own skin, with her wonderful tan, but I don't care why she has it. Instead, I thankfully take it and give her a small smile. "It's just a mild red, and it could be worse. Your beautiful face could be lobster red, but it's not." Thanks to her for reminding me to put sunscreen on it every two hours. "So, consider yourself lucky?", she suggests and heads around the counter into the open kitchen. I'm glad she has her back to me now, or otherwise she would see the deep pink covering my cheeks from the intense blush that she caused. I watch as she serves us some cooled water while I put some lotion on my hands. It does have a soothing and cooling effect, which is nice, admittedly. I just wish I wouldn't need it. She's so lucky, she probably never gets a sunburn. "So, what do you want to do now? Want to watch a movie?", she asks, emptying the glass of water in one go and refilling it immediately.
"With you in it?", I tease and bite my lip right after the sentence slips my mouth. I didn't mean to say that out loud. Although the reddened cheeks on her face are purely adorable. "Don't worry, Calliope, I was just teasing." Oops, yet another slip. I've never called her Calliope before. The sun must still be messing with my head. "I didn't mean to-"
"It's okay", she stops me. "I don't know why or how, but I kinda like the way you say it." The reassuring smile on her face reveals that she's telling the truth. I really like the way her name sounds when it spills from my lips too. "So, back to the movie", she says, changing the subject, "if you want to watch one, that is. I think I have a few movies of every genre." She walks over and opens a dark wooden cabinet that must be about six feet tall. "As disappointing as this may sound to you, though, I don't have any with me in it", she winks and studies the top row of her movie collection.
"Do you have any Disney movies? I could go with something funny", I say, walking up next to her to read my way through the titles. They are arranged in an alphabetical order and even though it does look super nerdy, I can't help but find it intriguing. That is definitely something I would do as well if I had this many DVDs. "Oh! Up. Let's watch Up, Calliope, pretty please?" Stop acting like a child, Arizona, I remind myself, but it's already too late. Narrowed brown eyes look at me and I can't make out what she's thinking about my childlike outburst, so I simply shoot her a dimpled grin to mask my coyness and add, "Or not, if you don't want to..."
A laugh that seems to have bubbled up from deep within her throat comes out of her mouth and I can't help but do just the same. Not only has her laugh always the same infectious effect on me, I also can't remember the last time I was so freely myself around a – basically – stranger. Even though it doesn't feel like we're strangers anymore, fact is that we know each other – and I mean really getting to know each other – for merely three weeks. "Up is fine", she answers when she has calmed down enough to speak and pulls the DVD out of the row in one of the lower shelf.
The movie is popped into the device and even before it actually begins, we start talking and the movie itself becomes only a background sound. Which is fine. I've seen this movie often enough to know what happens, and apparently, so has Callie. Because every time something funny happens, two sets of eyes, dart to the screen and a fit of giggles fills the room shortly after. The same happens with the second movie of the night, The Devil Wears Prada. How can she and I be so in tune?
Around midnight – I have already stifled a couple of yawns, and so has Callie, even though she probably thinks I haven't noticed – Callie switches off the TV and looks at me. "That was fun", she says, the last word barely audible and her eyes water slightly. Yup, she tries to cover yet another yawn. "How are your hands?"
Holding both hands up, I say with a shrug, "They're okay, I guess. Still stinging a little bit, but the lotion helps." She simply nods and within the next moment, a silence befalls us. It's not uncomfortable or awkward. It's just there, but I don't want there to be any silence. Because it gives me too much time to think about what I really want to say or do.
"Do you want to go to bed, or-" The open, unfinished sentence hangs in the air between us and before I can even answer, she rises to her feet and cleans up the coffee table. There isn't much to clean up; two empty wine glasses and two empty bowls which contained absolutely a delicious lemon sorbet earlier, but I guess it gives her something to do. I stand up too, wanting to help, but Callie has already everything in her hands, so I stay still, my fingers fidgeting with the hem of my shirt. Inside me is a war going on. A constant battle between what I am longing for – which is to kiss her, to feel her lips on mine again, preferably longer and more intimate than last night – and my voice of reason, which tells me that it is utterly inappropriate. And now the situation starts to become awkward. "Arizona?" My name falls quietly from her lips in that underlying tone that gives away that she wants to say something heavy, important, maybe? Soulful brown eyes pierce right through to my heart that is surrounded by a least a million rapidly fluttering butterflies.
"Yeah?", I reply instantly, she has my full attention just like that. Standing her gaze, I am not sure what to expect to come next. But I can't control my voice at this moment and there is a slight tone of hope in the one word I have spoken.
"I wanted to... never mind", she says quickly and shyly looks away. From the very few times I've spent around her and all the phone calls we have had, I can say that shy is definitely not a word I would use to describe Callie. But right now, all the confidence that she usually oozes seems to be gone.
I make my way over to her and look her deep in the eyes. There it is again. That jump my heart always does when I see her, talk to her, laugh with her. I mean, I was already beyond captivated with the famous actress slash singer, but now that I can be close to her, share things with her, I am falling head over heels in love with the person I get to know and that warm, loving look she always has in her eyes. All day long I couldn't shake off the thought that there's more behind her actions. Maybe she respects me too much to make the first move? Maybe she doesn't think I feel the same? Which feels so ridiculous. Soldier up, Robbins. It's now or never. "I want to say something", I start. "And this may sound weird, and if I am totally wrong and misinterpreted everything, you can just interrupt or stop me, or whatever." If I am reading the signs wrong, this will be so mortifying. "I feel like there is something between us. It's obvious that we have some sort of strong chemistry that goes beyond everything I have ever felt before in my life." I have a similar chemistry with Anna and Teddy. But this right here is different. "And when you do all these little things for me, invite me to your beach house, bring me breakfast in bed, I... it makes me think that there's more to this than just friendship on your side and I-" I didn't know what else to say. All the words I had in my head sounded so blah, it just wasn't enough to say what I truly needed to say. I am usually not one to look for words; when I write, they just fly to me. But right now, I don't think that any word I could say would be worth enough to voice what I am feeling. Come on, Arizona, I push myself, although Callie not saying anything is definitely not helping. "Damn, this is really hard", I say, letting out a breath. "I just-" Before I can even finish my own sentence, my brain decides that words don't get me anywhere, so I lunge forward and connect my lips with hers, tangling my hands in silk-like dark tresses. When she doesn't pull away but instead puts her hands on my hipbones and squeezes them lightly, I take it as a good sign and press my body against hers. I have no clue where the sudden courage comes from, but the feeling so is electrifying, it sets my whole body on fire and before I can even comprehend that I am actually kissing Callie, I feel her tongue swipe along my bottom lip, asking for permission to deepen the kiss. My heart is about to beat out of my chest just from the touch, and when our tongues meet for the first time, I could swear I have died and gone to heaven. It's like fireworks on New Year's Eve and St. Patrick's Day combined.
"Wow", she whispers when we pull apart, both of our chests raising with the heavy breathing and I just stare at her. This was so much more intense and so much more than I ever dared imagine to happen. But I already crave for another kiss so I once again crash my lips against hers and soon I feel soft hands on my cheeks while my fingers are still playing with her hair. I never want this moment to end.
So, was that good? Did you like it? How will the next day go? Arizona has one more day in Miami with Callie and then it's goodbye? Or is it see you soon?