AN: Here is the next chapter - a little delayed as announced, the second part to the morning after Callie's birthday party I really hope you enjoy the read. I don't know if everybody got to read the previous chapter because of the server, so if you haven't, I recommend you do that first.
Also, thanks for the early Happy Birthdays, my 'special' day was yesterday and I had a blast. Fun times! And now I'm sick :(
I'm lying next to her, enjoying her skin against mine and the soft pattern she draws on my stomach with her fingertip while I regain my energy. Callie has truly left me spent after the two powerful orgasms and I am still a little out of breath when I decide to flip the wonderful woman over and hover above her. A smirk plays across my lips when I see the stunned look on her face, her perfectly manicured eyebrows raised at me in disbelief, but it's quickly replaced by lust. "I really like you", I confess before I lean down and connect our lips in a slow kiss. Of course, I have enjoyed the roughness, the force of her kisses, but now I need meaningful, languid kisses and thankfully, she responses with the same kind of lips on lips contact.
It's not long before our tongues start a game of teasing, pushing and stroking each other as I lie down on top of her. My nipples harden instantly when they rub against her stiff peaks and a growl forms deep in my throat. She's beyond hot and her skin is so soft, I could easily stay in this very moment forever and be happy. But right now, there's a nagging want in the back of my mind and body, reminding me of the hunger I feel for her, so I push myself up again and take one last glance at the beauty lying underneath me. "God, I want you." The next thing I hear is her audible gasp as my lips attack her neck, suckling, nipping lightly, finding her erogenous spots.
Smiling against the skin of her neck, the last remands of her perfume from last night filling my nostrils, I leave open mouth kisses on my way down to her salient collarbones. It's probably the only bone I find utterly sexy – although it's not the bone itself, but the sounds licking or biting the skin over it can emanate. So feral, animalistic even. And with Callie, it's not different. Deep, hoarse moans fill the room around us and I groan in return, letting her know that her vocalization is appreciated. I could listen to her moans forever.
"Arizona...", she hisses with her head pressed into the pillow. Pearl white teeth sink into her full bottom lip when I kiss down her sternum and take an erect nipple in my mouth, sucking it in before swirling my tongue around it. God, I love these breasts. Taking my sweet time exploring every inch of naked skin, naked breasts and oh so perfect areolas with my hands and mouth, I revel in her writhing form and the utterly arousing sounds she makes. I don't think she can get any sexier, even if she tries. I just can't take my eyes off of her.
Giving both of her breasts equal attention, I eventually move on and leave butterfly kisses along her left costal arc and over her taut stomach as I glide lower and lower, almost to the foot of the bed. A hand tangles itself in my locks and I glance back up as I strip her off her shorts. Now completely naked, Callie seems beyond lost in the pleasure, goosebumps littering over her skin and I lick my lips in anticipation. Her right hand has a tight hold on the pillow beneath her head, her chest rises rapidly, trying to fill her lungs with air through the partly opened mouth. So freaking hot.
Refocusing on my journey down her incredible body, I skip her core and kiss her thighs instead, earning me a whimper fueled with annoyance and impatience, yet, the gorgeous brunette does not say a word of complaint. But her hips buck in my direction and I just know I cannot make her wait any longer. I just need to have her. The scent of her arousal hits me full force, making me wet and my body tingle with want all over again. Right now though, it's about her. She has had her fun with me, now it's my turn to leave her breathless.
Slowly inching closer and closer to her dripping sex, my tongue peeks out between my lips, wetting them in excitement, before sliding through wet folds for the first time. And then again. And again. I can't help the growl that leaves my mouth as her wetness coats my taste buds. Fucking amazing. In my imagination, she has always tasted good, but it's nothing compared to the real flavor. One swipe, and I am already addicted. Mhmm, she's intoxicating.
Coaxing a sensitive nub out from its hiding spot, I let my tongue roll in circles around it, the curvaceous body squirming under my touch and it's the most amazing thing I have ever witnessed. Repeating the same action over and over again, only alternating the pressure, I trail my hands towards her breasts, kneading them, rubbing my thumbs over those perfect pert peaks while my tongue never stops. Fuck, she's so hot.
When her legs start to shake, I let go of her left breast, fingertips ghosting over the sensitive skin until they carefully probe her entrance. She's wet enough, I shouldn't worry at all. I keep my gaze on her, wanting to see her reaction the moment two fingers enter her for the first time, so I watch her face. Her mouth falls open, but no sound comes out. Callie's hands clutch at the sheets below us and my hair leading my face back to her needy clit. Who am I to disobey? This time though, I suck it in and play with it.
With my fingers thrusting inside her, curling every now and then, and my lips locked around her clit, the Latina is trembling with joy and lust. "Fuck, Arizona", she moans deeply, her hips moving in sync with my thrusts. An even louder moan echoes through the room as I hit a specifically sensitive spot. "AH!"Bingo!, I smirk to myself, making sure to brush that spot every time now.
"Oh God... oh God... Arizona... I- please..." Her voice is laced with need and it is most likely the sexiest thing I have ever heard.
Within mere seconds, her body goes rigid and leaps off the mattress, her cries of my name are filling the air, mingling with raspy moans and expletives as she explodes into what looks like a strong orgasm. Damn, so hot.
Before pleasure even has the chance to turn into pain, I pull my fingers out and gently rub her clit, letting her right out her blissful climax until crawling back up her body. "You are the most mesmerizing, most infatuating, hottest woman I have ever seen", I say with a mischievous grin and plant kisses along her jaw line while she tries to steady her fast breathing.
I prop myself up on both hands, left and right to her head, my hair falling over my shoulders and creating a curtain around us. If only we could stay like this forever. I definitely wouldn't mind not going back to Harvard and staying in bed with Callie for the rest of our lives. Or maybe just stay with Callie in general.
Brown eyes flutter open after a while and her smile mirrors mine before laughter bubbles up from her throat. "That was outstandingly satisfying", she states, flinging her arms around my neck and pulling me down to meet me in a sweet kiss. She moans against my lips, tasting herself on mine and her body involuntarily rocks with a small aftershock, causing her center to press against my thigh. "Fuck", she whispers and bites her lower lip, continuing to buck her hips, enjoying the friction her grinding against my thigh causes. "That feels so good."
I am amazed by her movement. She's miraculous. Muscles twitch, spasms of ecstasy still roll through her body and the look on her face is one of sheer perfection. Sexy perfection. And all I can do is keep my thigh between her legs, letting her use it to bring her more satisfaction as I pepper her face and neck with kisses and love bites. I feel like a teenager all over again.
"Letting you go today will be so much harder", she admits, tan hands come up to tug a few blonde strands behind my ears and our eyes lock. There is a hint of sadness in her words. No remorse, just a light tone of melancholy. "You are so very beautiful, Arizona. And I'm not saying that because you wore a fancy dress and did you hair and makeup last night. I'm not saying this because of what just happened, either. But because it's true. I could probably look into your shining blue eyes forever, watch your right dimple pop just a little deeper than the left when you smile so brightly at me, it puts the stars at night to shame. But your soul, the very center of your being, it shines the brightest, it illuminates my life like I haven't thought it ever would. If it was possible, I'd board the plane with you and come with you to Boston."
Blushing profusely at her words, my heart thunders heart against my chest. "It's not, though", I say, the realization that it's only four more hours that we have together hitting me square in the face. Leaving today will be the toughest so far. There is no getting used to saying bye. Not when the connection you feel with someone has to bridge a gap of thousands of miles. And certainly not when you're well on your way of falling in love harder and faster than ever before in your life. Rolling off her and landing on the mattress next to her, I sigh. This weekend has been like heaven on earth. Despite the fact that we didn't go out every day and really didn't do much, so much has happened. So much has happened between us. A bond has formed through stolen glances, through intimacy and I have honestly no idea how I feel about going home.
"It's not", she repeats and turns onto her side to face me, her head resting on the edge of my pillow. "I really like you too, you know?", she concedes, her finger trailing up and down my arm. "And I want to see you again, every day, if I had any say in it. I want to spend as much time as possible with you. So, I guess what I want to ask is, if you'd like to hop on another plane to LA the next weekend?" There's a short pause before she adds, "Please say yes?"
What a question is that? "Of course", I beam at her, a dimple-filled smile instantly forming on my face.
"And", she begins, smiling as well, "we still have some time to kill until we have to think about taking a shower. I think I have an idea what I want to do." Her last sentence is drawled out, her words provocatively arousing and her right hand is already playing with my breast.
"You do?", I ask with a smirk. All I get in response is a nod and within a split second, her lips are on mine again, kissing me hungrily as her luscious body moves atop of mine and presses me deeper into the mattress. God, I love this woman.
"Arizona! Over here!", Teddy yells and waves her hands hectically in the air to get my attention. She's hard to miss, actually. She's already almost three inches taller than me and when she wears high heels, her blonde head definitely sticks out from the crowd. "I've got hot chocolate for you and coffee for me so I don't fall asleep driving you home", she chuckles and hands me the cup to go that had been placed on the small table next to her. Meeting at the little coffee shop that has coffee and other hot drinks available twenty-four hours every day of the years was the idea of a genius – me.
I stop next to her and laugh whilst we hug. "Well, now I feel super safe with you." Accepting the cup she's holding out for me, I moan as the hot liquid runs down my throat. Boston's November weather isn't the coldest – trust me, it will get much colder – but compared to the warmth and the sun of Los Angeles or Miami, it's freezing. But since I already knew this, I packed a warmer jacket and a scarf – the latter also hiding a few very visible marks Callie had left on my neck.
"Hey, are you with me or is your head still in the clouds?", Teddy asks, nudging my shoulder to bring me back to the here and now. "Come on, let's go. If it's not too late when I drop you off, I'll stay the night at Henry's", she says and for a short moment, I envy her. But I quickly shake that thought. She's my best friend, I am happy for her and when she's happy, I am happy too. If only I could be with Callie right now. I miss her already.
"So, that's why you're wearing heels on a Sunday night?", I chuckle when we start moving towards the exit. I've been at this airport so many times within the last few weeks, I probably know my way around here in my sleep. Which is a good thing – because airports can be confusing if they are big and crowded. I've actually grown to love the Boston airport. Or at least the departure area of it. "I take it, you and Henry are good?"
Teddy takes a moment to answer, she's looking for her keys. Finding the jingling item, the car beeps twice and the turn signals light up before she answers, "We're perfect. He is good for me, keeps me grounded when I freak out over papers and feeds me something else than take-out and junk food." Her words are accompanied with loud laughter from the both of us. When I got back, we thought about moving in together. I would have looked for a job to pay the rent so I wouldn't bother my parents with it and I would also have my freedom back. But we both knew we'd gain too much weight because neither of us can cook, so we buried our plans. And apparently, it was the right decision. No one can convince me that she and Henry wouldn't mess around at our place. "And you and... Gorgeous Hotness?", my best friend asks, wiggling her eyebrows and shooting me a knowing look over the metallic roof before getting into her car.
Following her lead, the first thing I do is pull of my scarf. It's pretty warm inside the car, obviously Teddy already uses the heating system. Putting on the seat belt, I turn back to her, thinking that I can keep the blood from heating up my cheeks even more."Oh. My. God!", she gasps and wipes my blonde tresses aside, staring wide-eyed at my neck. "She marked you?! Holy Shit."
Coming closer to me, Teddy inspects my neck and it takes all the self-control I have to not say anything. My neck is not the only spot on my body where I have marks. Callie got a little carried away and I couldn't get myself to stop her. So when I saw my reflection in the bathroom mirror, I gulped and turned from side to side. My neck isn't even the worst! But good Lord, do I love every little bite mark. Every little memory of the morning we spent together.
"What does this mean? Are you girlfriends now? Are you actually dating Callie freaking Torres?" The questions leave her mouth in a rush, giving me no time to answer, not that I would have known how to reply, but still. "Jesus, A! Do you even realize that you scored really big? That you are literally living one of your dreams?"
Of course I do know this. I mean, I have to remind myself every morning when I wake up, but a part inside me knows what's happening and that I have dreamed of this for so many years. But, am I really dating her? Or is this just a fling that will blow up in my face? Isn't this too surreal? Somehow, I am still waiting for the other shoe to drop. Sometimes, I still wonder if this is all really happening. And then she calls me and we spend hours talking to each other on the phone. And just like that, I know it is, indeed, real. So very real. "I... I guess I am dating her", I say, smiling at my best friend with one of the biggest smiles ever.
"Wow, A", she laughs out and starts the engine. "You must have made a good first impression if you're dating one of the most famous people these days after meeting her only a few weeks ago." Maneuvering the car out of the underground garage, Teddy thrums her fingers against the steering wheel, dying to ask me a ton of questions and probably only holding back because she's either searching for the right words or actually has the decency to not bombard me with her curiosity.
I think about her words for a little bit. Callie is a hot shot actress and singer, a lot of directors want her for their movies and she can most likely choose from a table full of offers. But when I am with her, when we're together, I don't see the famous star or her celebrity status. Of course, that's how I noticed her, through her work. And it's how we met. But when she looks at me or when I silently study her while she's doing something uneventful, like cooking, I only see the woman who makes my heart beat the fastest it has ever beaten. I can see the pure beauty of her soul and I don't think the most stunning rainbow holds a candle to her.
When I notice that Teddy has been silent for more than five minutes – which must have been a record for her, because she's usually only quiet when she's in labs, in classes or asleep. "You can ask, you know?", I tease, earning a glare from my best friend. Holding my hands up in defense, I add, "Just an offer."
There's an impish grin playing on her lips, letting me know that I should be prepared to choke on my hot chocolate. "Okay. How amazing is the sex exactly?" And as if I had sensed it before, I choke, almost spill the hot liquid over my jeans clad thighs and her seat. Teddy plays dirty, that is nothing new but I supposed she would at least beat around the bush for one or two questions. "HA! I knew it!", she exclaims and claps her hands in delight like a little kid. "I knew you wouldn't have it in you to wait longer than a week or two. Which isn't exactly long at all, considering that you only see her on the weekends. You're a naughty girl, A."
I want to be embarrassed, offended even. But truth be told, I can't. My best friend actually speaks the truth. Usually, I would have waited. Or at least, that's how it was in my two former relationships – the only serious ones I had. With Callie though, everything felt right. Feels right. There is no walk of shame, no river of regrets flooding me. Everything happened the way it is supposed to be. And I can't wait to fly to LA again next weekend and see where this chemistry between us leads us.
I'll try to fall back into the weekely Monday updates. I can't promise anything at the moment, though, and I really appreciate your patients. Thank you for the reviews, follows and favorites!