AN: Hey guys =) Here's the new update, I should be back to posting on a weekly basis again. Also already working on other ideas so I won't get stuck with the current stories too much because these ideas block my thoughts and so, if you want that is, there are new stories available once TIAM is done.
I tried to create a perfect buildup for these too, fuel the fire, so to speak. I hope I managed!
Let me know what you think?
The three gentle knocks against the door to my room startles me as I finish the last touch of my makeup. I don't need to look just good tonight, I need to look fabulous to make a good first impression on Callie's friends. "Just one second!", I answer loud enough for her to hear and check the mirror one last time. With my hair in waves and only partly pulled back, and the smoky eyes, I would be a killer, a magnet for or all the women in a club in my hometown – that plan has worked so many times before – but today, I feel insecure. Not because of Callie, I'm more than sure that she will like my appearance, mainly my dress. Its midnight-blue brings out my eyes and it gives the cleavage just the right amount of a push while the skirt ends just above my knees, showing enough of my legs. But what I love the most is the back, with a low cut and crossed straps holding it together, displaying a nice amount of freshly sun-kissed skin. But I just don't know what I have to expect from her friends. I know they are famous people, just like Callie. But the brunette is so down to earth that I can easily shut out the little detail that she is, in fact, and actress and a singer. I mean, of course, deep down I know all that, but when we spend time together, she simply is the woman I find beyond attractive, inside out.
Knowing that it's useless to cudgel my brain over my nervousness, I inhale deeply, exhale just as much air and then open the door only to immediately lose my ability to breathe altogether. Callie looks beyond captivating with her usual natural big curls straightened out, elegantly falling in long strands over her shoulders and past the edge of her dress. My eyes move lower, down to the perfect curves of her waist – and I can honestly say that they're perfect, now that I have seen her in a bikini for the better part of the day – before they move down to where the black fabric stops mid-thigh. I gulp at the visible caramel skin, not even able anymore to notice the heels wrapped around her feet. It's the hottest she has ever looked. It's dirty hot. "W-ow", I stutter, my eyes finding hers again and she seems just as hypnotized as I was. Oh, who are you trying to kid, Arizona? You have been in this constant state of trance since you have met her.
Gazing down to her lips and subconsciously licking my own at the sight of shining, full ruby lips in front of me, all I really want to do is push her down on the couch, or the bed, or whatever surface I can find, and have my way with her all night long. We've teased each other throughout the day, naked skin rubbing against naked skin as we made out like teenagers and the only thing stopping us from going all the way were the voices of reason in our heads. But right now, I am that close to say 'fuck it' and be unreasonable. Robbins, it's going to be a long night.
"You look absolutely gorgeous, Arizona", she compliments me and this time it's not even that hard to believe. Callie hasn't stopped looking at me ever since I opened the door. Her right hand trails up the skin of my arm towards that juncture of my shoulder and neck before she places it behind my neck to pull me close. Our lips meet in a sensual kiss and I can taste her lip-gloss as it mixes with my own. Whatever it is that this woman is doing to me, I can't help but love every second of it. As we pull apart, she makes a few steps backwards. "Are you ready to go? The limousine Addie has booked for tonight will be here in five minutes."
"I thought George would take us to the club?", I wonder, because up until now, it has always been George who has chauffeured us everywhere we wanted or needed to go. Only then I do realize that Callie said that a limousine will be waiting outside for us in a bit and the reality, the fact that she is famous and that her friends probably are just as famous comes crashing down on me. And just like that, the nerves are back, tenfold. How do I even survive this night?
"He has the weekend off because his daughter stays with him. He offered his service for tonight and tomorrow, but I don't want him to work when he can spend his precious time with her", Callie explains. "He doesn't get to see her often because her mother has a new partner and they live a three-hour drive away. So whenever he tells me that his daughter visits, I insist for him to take the days off."
Generosity and empathy are two of the finest things in life, two of the most important character traits and I know that most people tend to think about themselves first – particularly people who don't need to think about money – but Callie is not like that. She has shown this time and time again, yet, I am still amazed by her behavior every time I witness it. A smile appears on my face when I follow her into the living room and plant a kiss on her lips with such force, that it leaves both of us breathless.
"What was that for?", she questions, her eyes dazzling over with lust as they flicker back and forth between my mouth and my blue orbs. Reaching out for my hand, Callie intertwines our fingers and pulls me back in when I want to move away.
"You're just... awesome", I wink at her and grab the color-matching jacket that I have earlier, before I started to get dolled up for the night, put over the armrest. "Truly amazing", I breathe out only loud enough for me to hear. Withdrawing my hand from hers, I slip into the garment and turn around to face her again, seeing that she has done the same, the sexy, figure-hugging, short jacket only completing the outfit. "Can you stop getting hotter with every moment I look at you?"
Her face lights up at my joke and the laughter that bubbles up and fills the air is the most fascinating sound my ears will ever hear. People can write operas that won't sound as miraculous as her laughter. "I could say the same about you. You know, I've said that I don't mind what you wear, that I think you look perfect in tight jeans and a polo-shirt. And I truly meant it. But I am inclined to take it back. Because this dress, with the amount of skin it shows on your back, is my new favorite outfit on you."
It is exactly the effect I was going for when I bought the dress and my plan seems to be working just fine. I feel her arm snake around my waist and she guides us to the door. Switching on the security and entering a code into the system, she pulls me outside before closing the door. It clicks a couple of times behind us as we walk down the short path to the street. "Addison will be waiting in the car. But don't worry, she'll love you."
The driver quickly gets out of the car when he spots us coming towards the large limo and holds the door open for us. I never had to climb into a car, mind you a limo before – and with a dress nonetheless, so I watch as Callie gets in and follow her, trying to be as graceful as her, but failing miserably. Inside, a slender woman inspects me the moment I stop moving. With Callie sitting next to me, I feel safer, but with those squinted eyes of a stranger studying me, I can feel the nerves rising higher than before. My hands immediately start fidgeting with the hem of my dress as I try my hardest to keep my legs close – which is not exactly easy in a car.
"Stop looking at her like that, Addie", Callie chastises and lightly slaps her friend's knee with her left hand, while her right hand protectively lies on the inside of my thigh, just above my knee. "Arizona, this is Addison. Her barks are loud but she never bites, I promise. And Addie, this is Arizona, my amazing and beautiful date for tonight", she introduces us and then adds, "And hopefully more." Her eyes shine in the dimmed light of the car and I can just make out the glint in them when she says those words. I am so very thankful that no one can see my reddening cheeks. God, I really hope it'll be more than just a few dates
"Pleasure to meet you", the redhead replies and before I can do anything, she addresses the hot Latina, "Alright, Mark and Lexie will be at the club, keeping the people entertained until we get there. There's an area in the club blocked for us, only people on the guest list can get there. It has enough room for us to dance if we want to avoid the crowded dance floors."
So far, Callie has only once used a secluded area, at the restaurant of the hotel when we first met. She told me that night, that she didn't like to be treated any differently, after all, she is a human being just like the rest of us. But there are times when she needs to protect herself. Not because she fears attacks or doesn't trust the people around her, but because she wants to have dinner or go out with friends without being photographed. To me, it seems pretty plausible, but it is definitely a downside of the fame.
"Thank you, Addie", I hear Callie say and it rips me out of the spiral of thoughts I was lost in for a moment. Her hand is still on my thigh, the thumb rubbing circles over my skin. It feels different than before. Somehow, tense, maybe. But it's still enough to set me on fire and it takes everything I have to control my body and mind. And it doesn't work exactly well. "But please tell me you didn't go all out and turned what was supposed to be a small get-together into a huge party. You know I'm not a fan of those."
Addison shakes her head and replies, "I didn't, I swear. Just the people we would usually hang out with, if we would ever find a day where everybody has time to hang out, that is. Ten people, tops, I promise."
Beside me, I can practically feel it when Callie relaxes and she leans back against the seat. I do the same, bringing our bodies once again closer to one another. I really want to kiss her right now. But I stop myself, taming the want that I feel deep inside me. Yup, it will indeed be a long night.
Two hours into the party and the music is buzzing around us, the beats are strong, vibrating through the air and the alcohol is flowing. I stay away from the booze as much as I can, only occasionally sipping on the almost empty glass of white wine that Callie ordered for me. Getting wasted has never really been my thing, and doing it in front of people I barely know is definitely not a thing I want to let happen. The group itself is nice, they seem close but not too close. Addison – who is a freaking Forbes-Montgomery – and Callie appear to be really good friends, maybe even best friends. They chuckle and joke around all the time and all I can think about is how happy and carefree Callie looks, so different from the brunette that walked in yesterday after the meeting. And frankly, I prefer this Callie. Business Calliope Torres is hot as hell, at least, in my mind she is. But this free spirit I get to know more and more is so astonishing on the inside that it intensifies her already radiating appearance immensely.
"So, how old are you exactly?", I hear a male voice I recognize as Mark Sloan's ask me from behind, making me jump because I didn't expect someone to sneak up on me as I am overlooking the mass of people dancing on the dance floor below us.
"Excuse me?" His question irritates me and when I spin around, he has a smirk plastered to his face that I don't like. What does he think? That I am a barely legal hoe, or what? "I don't see how my age is something you should be concerned about." It shouldn't be anybody's concern as long as I am not doing something illegal, which I don't.
"Hey, I'm just looking out for my friend. And you look pretty young", he defenses himself and his words.
To be fair, his intention might be good, but that doesn't mean I want to put up with this. Especially since his girlfriend looks younger than me. "Still, none of your business", I state politely and try to move past him when I see Callie moving towards us.
"Mark, move", she simply says and as if she's the queen and he is one of her servants, he walks away. I want her to be my queen. "Don't mind him, please. He means well, trying to protect me and all, but tactfulness is not one of his strongest points", Callie laughs and moves closer, backing me against the railing. "Are you having a good time?"
The husked words are even sexier when they are said right against my lips and all I can do is nod, fearing that utterly inappropriate words could escape my mouth if I would dare to use my voice. And admittedly, aside from the weird encounter with Mark, it has been a pretty good time. Even though I didn't really know any other person than Callie before entering the club, they all seem nice. Not snobby, pretty much normal if I wouldn't know better.
"Do you want more wine?", she asks, picking the glass from my hands and taking a sip before running her tongue along her lips. "Mhmm, it's delicious." Not as delicious as she is. As the beat changes, the gorgeous brunette in front of me instantly starts to move to the rhythm and sets the glass down on one of the tables, smiling brightly at me. "I love this song. Dance with me."
Before I have the chance to say something – although everything inside of me screams not to dance, I cannot dance! - she takes my hand and spins me around, pressing her front against my back and starts to move both of our bodies in sync. She's completely taking the lead and I let her do everything she wants. How could I not? Her hips gyrating against mine is ridiculously hot. Soft hands run down my arms until she laces our fingers together and moves them up in the air over my head, never once stopping to move to the beat of the song. I feel her breath tickling my skin, ghosting over my right shoulder and up to my ear.
"I wanna run wild in the middle of the night. Right under the moon, bodies glowing in the night. Nothing in between our skins but the rhythm. Make sure that your heartbeat beats with the rhythm." I actually whimper at the sheer thought of her skin against mine with no clothes between us. Her voice is raw, more like a breathy whisper than a singer's voice, hardly noticeable over the loud music if I wouldn't feel her breath against the shell of my ear. It sends shivers down my spine and I feel goosebumps erupt all over my body from the sensation of having her so close again.
Keeping me trapped between the railing and her body as she moves mine with hers, the air around us seems to become hotter and hotter, the beat of the song only fueling the fire between us. It's not just dancing that is happening right now. The music flows through us and it is sensual. It is hot. It's like nothing I have ever experienced before. And if there wouldn't be hundreds of people going wild on the dance floor, I would allege that it's Callie's way of foreplay, of driving me crazy with want.
When the song fades into another, the curves that were just seconds ago molded against my back are suddenly gone and I feel totally lost in the moment. I have never ever danced like this before. Turning around, I see a smug smile gracing the Latina's lips, she unquestionably knows what she did to me. And she's not alone with that. Addison has a similar grin on her face when she walks up to me. "Dancing with her has the effect on everyone, don't worry", she laughs and hands me another glass filled with white wine. Oh yeah, I definitely need the booze now.
"Thank you for the dance", Callie declares, leans in and brushes her lips against mine, tasting the wine on them. "Mhmm, just like I said before, delicious."
With her hand still holding mine, it is heaven underneath my skin but I feel like I am in hell at the same time. My system is on overload from the booze, the buzz, the bass beneath my feet. A big part of me wants to rip her clothes of, cup her perfect round ass and make her scream my name. Is it after midnight yet? Can we go home?
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