AN: I know I've been lacking updates in the past week and I am sorry for that. Life just happens, and with work, I often feel too tired to write. Just know that I am not giving up on my stories, on the contrary, I am already working on a little project when I get stuck with TIAM or OUAD, and I have tons of ideas left. So, if people are interested, there's no need to worry.
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Anyways, on with the chapter
Longing. It's a word we all learn at some point in our lives. We know its existence, we know how to describe it, its definition. But the meaning behind the word, the true feeling of yearning for someone's touch, someone's hug, remains a mystery until we actually experience it. And good Lord, did I experience it over the past few days – Tuesday to Thursday to be exact. With Calliope being super busy because she tried to shovel the weekend free of any appointment and my professors thinking that we can handle workloads which are humanely impossible, I missed her voice on most days. The chances to have a real conversation over the phone that would last longer than ten minutes were somewhere between really small and non-existent. Pretty much few and far in between classes and her short breaks. And I hated it. I missed her.
Yesterday it has been especially hard. I don't even know why. It was atrocious, really, the desire to talk to her grew with every day. She was at the studio, recording new songs all day and despite me wanting to stay up and wait for her call – because I really needed that after a very much shitty day and just hearing her voice would have made my day so much better – I fell asleep the moment my head hit the pillow, exhaustion eventually taking over.
But none of this matters anymore and it won't matter for the coming two days. She and George have just picked me up at the airport and while I catch his small smile through the rear-view mirror when he looks at us, the gorgeous Latina's hand lies on top of mine with her palm resting on the back of my hand. The skin on skin contact is so gentle, so innocent, yet, I feel more content than I did all week.
Our eyes instantly lock when I turn to face her and she gives me a dazzling bright smile before pearl white teeth bite down on a full bottom lip and her gaze drops to my mouth, lingering there for a few seconds. If I am reading her right, she and I have exactly the same thought and the unadulterated need to kiss her is only repressed by the people who could possibly see us. Even though the windows of the car are made of tinted glass, I don't want to risk strangers spotting us.
"I'd really like to kiss you right now", she blurts out her confession and the moment she realizes her own words, a blush colors her usually beautiful caramel, tanned cheeks in a mild red. "I'm sorry. I can't seem to control my words and feelings around you."
"Please don't ever apologize for that", I tell her, turn my hand upside down under her palm and laze my fingers with hers. Happily accepting the new contact, a sigh escapes her luscious lips. Does she really know that we are on the same side? Maybe she needs some reassurance this time. Lifting both our hands, I bring them to my mouth and place a gentle kiss on the back of her hand, right under her knuckles. "Ever", I repeat, keeping my eyes on her. "And just for the record, I'd really like to kiss you too." A wide smile takes over her features, mirroring mine. I guess I said the right words.
When the car stops at the next red light, Callie swiftly unbuckles her seat belt and within another second, her torso is pressed against my own and soft lips capture mine in a hungry kiss. Her hands cradle my face, keeping me close to her and I cannot stop the moan from leaving my throat as she deepens the kiss even more. She has taken me completely by surprise with this spontaneous shown affection and admittedly, I needed a short moment to get out of my stupor. But now, after she initiated this contact, there's nothing holding me back. My fingertips easily find their way into her dark locks, getting tangled with the silken soft tresses, bringing the wonderful brunette impossibly closer to me.
Soon though, George clears his throat from his place in the driver's seat and the next thing I know, Callie sits back in her original spot and buckles up with a dirty grin plastered on her face. Both our breathing is ragged and I can feel the hard thudding sensation of my heart beating against my chest. You probably gave the man a lesbian show he didn't want to see..., I think to myself. George remains unfazed by it though. Callie once again intertwines our fingers as brown orbs keep staring at me while I try to get my breathing back under control.
Twenty minutes later we stumble through the front door of her home, neither caring about my luggage or even taking off our jackets as we get lost in the sensual dance of our tongues. I don't know how many moans and groans she has already managed to elicit from me, but I honestly couldn't care less. I feel home, I feel whole. And it is one of the most precious, most intense feelings I have ever felt. An emotion I have missed for so long that she restarts over and over again, with every new kiss, every new stroke of her tongue against mine. I just don't want it to end, ever. But I have to rip my lips away from hers to gasp for air when her untypically slightly cold hands sneak beneath the fabric of my jacket and shirt to come to rest on the small of my back.
"Oops", she mumbles quickly, the smirk detectable through her voice as she uses the same moment to distract me, her perfect lips latching onto the left side of my neck and involuntarily, I offer her more access in turning my head. My hips roll against her body on their own accord as I forget everything around me. The world fades away just because I give in to the pleasure she creates without really touching me.
"Calliope", I groan. Her name already sounds more like a horse rasp than an actual sound, but it's enough to get her attention. Just like she did in the car, she chews on her lower lip as she stares right into my soul. Intensive chocolate brown eyes have me utterly mesmerized and so far gone that I don't even register her movement when she pushes the jacket over my shoulders before doing the same with her own. The noise of her leather jacket falling to the ground rips me out of my trance and I realize that my jacket hangs haphazardly around my back and elbows. You really need to work on keeping the upper hand, Robbins. "Sneaky", I grin at her because I really don't mind her starting to get me out of my clothes and brush the material further down until it joins her jacket on the floor. "Better. But not good enough."
Without saying a word – all I get in return is just another megawatt smile – she takes my hand and leads me to her bedroom. It's not that I haven't been in here before. I have, and it was a pretty good night and an even better, fantastic morning. What I obviously missed the last weekend is how arousing it is to watch Callie slowly undress right in front of me. She has pushed me down onto the mattress and stops right in front of me. My mouth falls open – literally – when she starts swaying these glorious hips to a melody inside her head and first lifts her blouse and teases me since she doesn't take it off right away. No, she slowly pulls it up and stops directly under her bra before she lowers it again and repeats the process a couple of times. Inch after inch of that beautiful tanned stomach is revealed over and over again before she finally gives in and undoes one button at a time.
With my eyes glued to her body and every new millimeter of exposed skin, I blatantly stare at her. It's pretty close to gawking, to be honest, but I can't help myself. Keep your mouth in check, Arizona. Drooling over someone isn't nice!, I remind myself and close my mouth, swallowing thickly at the sight before me. Callie has managed to strip herself off her tight pants and all fabric that is left adorning her goddess-like body is a pair of thin, sinfully red lacy panties and a matching bra.
"You like?", she asks, looking at me as innocently as possible while her hands roam her own body, glide over the curve of her hips and back up to the swell of her breasts. I simply nod. I am not able to pull off more than that and she laughs the most joyous laugh. Planting her knees on each side of my thighs, she closes the gap between us and husks, "I think you should get undressed too."
But I sit on the mattress, rooted to the spot and not moving, I am not even sure I am still breathing. My eyes have the perfect view on her delicious cleavage and I don't dare to look away. I actually think that my mouth has gone dry. "I... uh..." Great move, Robbins. Stammering is so sexy – Not! Keep doing that and she'll think you're a complete idiot. Resigning to the embarrassing truth that my brain can't think any intelligent words, I nod and slowly avert my eyes from her breasts to look up into her eyes. "So sexy", I breathe out, finally finding my voice and words.
Laughing again, the brunette grinds down against my thighs and simultaneously grabs the hem of my polo shirt, lifting it up immediately and flings it into the furthest corner of her bedroom the moment she has pulled it over my head. Completely speechless – again – I gasp. She's not only working quickly, but smooth as fuck, too. "My marks have almost faded away. Maybe I should renew them?"
Please do. Whatever you want, whatever the hell you need, just do it. I'm yours to take. The next second, she unclasps my bra and brushes the straps down my arms, peppering my right shoulder with butterfly kisses and works her way up to my neck, her breath hot and wet against my skin. "You smell so good, Arizona", she breathes directly into my ear once she reaches the shell, nibbling on the soft flesh before letting her lips leave a wet trace down to my neck again. I am putty in her hands, just a body filled with arousal and utter amazement.
When she pushes me down to lie flat on the mattress, my senses and the ability to react finally come back to me. A swift move, a flip in the right direction and I am the one sitting on her thighs, nearly black eyes gleaming up at me in surprise as I grin down in victory. "You thought you could top me again?", I ask seductively and jump off her to undress completely before doing the same to her remaining clothes. I think they look much better on the floor, to be honest.
Fully naked and with enough time to spare before the sun goes down, I cover her sun-kissed body with mine, skin connects with skin from our heads to our toes as we kiss and mold together. Hands start wandering, hips start rolling again and I can feel the rapid beat of her pulse beneath my lips when I suck on her neck. "You're so hot", I breathe out as my legs entangle with hers and my right hand moves to the apex of her thighs. "So so hot." Literally. Heat radiates from her core as my fingertips play with the moisture I find there, going by the moans she gives me as a reward.
"Fuck, Arizona", she growls and arches up into the touch of my hand. It's so incredible, indescribably wonderful to see her like this. Uninhibited, letting her lust and want rule her body. I could just watch her all weekend, doing this and revel in the sight she presents me. "More, please."
The plea almost sends me over the edge as it reaches my ear in a perfect mixture of a moan and a demand. Her voice only grows louder when my fingers slip easily into her wet heat. "Fuck", I whisper. That feels so amazing. I want to be allowed to feel this every day, every night, for the rest of my life. With my fingertips sinking deeper with every slow thrust, I feel her nails first scratch along my back and then digging into the flesh beneath my shoulder blades, causing me to groan out in pain and pleasure. "Calliope."
"Fuck yes!" After hitting a specifically sensitive spot, her hips buck into my touch in rhythm with my movement as she holds onto me for dear life. "Faster, please." It's unbelievably arousing to see her writhe like this, hear her beg like this because of me. It is so much better than anything I have imagined in my dreams. So much hotter than anything I have seen before. "Deeper", she commands and I cannot not comply when she's moving more frantically against me and pushes down against my fingers with what seems like every ounce of strength she has. "YES!" Her words leading me, guiding me to do the things she wants, it's fucking hot.
Crashing my lips into hers, I swallow her next moans with the overflowing need to kiss her, to be closer to her. But Callie can't keep up with my kisses so I move the attention of my lips and tongue down to her breasts, find an already pebbled nipple and suck it in my mouth, tasting the sweaty skin. I have lost all control over my own body as it moves and rides a toned thigh, moaning at the delicious friction it creates between my own legs. "Fuck... Callie." The Latina is so far in her own world, with her head thrown back and expletives leaving her full lips as she rocks and rolls that curvaceous body of hers. Finding her engorged clit with my thumb, it takes mere seconds, only a couple of flicks of that bundle of nerves and the brunette beneath me cries out in pleasure, her body goes rigid like a bow and her breathing seems to stop altogether.
Utterly transfixed as I watch the beautiful, marvelous woman under me as she slowly comes down from her high, slumping back into the mattress and pillows beneath us, completely spend, I can once again not take my eyes off of her. It is a miraculous sight. And I would love to just stare at her for a little while longer, but my arms cannot hold me up anymore so I succumb to my weak muscles and collapse on top of her. I swear, I can feel the hard pounding of her heart against my chest as hers heaves with every deep breath she takes. Nuzzling my nose into the crook of her neck, I inhale her unique scent and smile. Yes, this is the meaning behind feeling complete.
A couple of hours later, I wake from my presumably deep sleep when I turn around to snuggle more into the warm body that is supposed to be lying beside me and find the sheets on the left half of the bed empty and relatively cold, indicating that Callie has left the comfortableness of her bed a while ago. Confused as to why she would do this, I sit up and rub the sleep from my eyes before I even open them and find the big bed empty except for the covers and myself. Frowning a little – waking up in the Latina's arms would have been so much better opposite to waking up alone – I sigh and fall back into the pillow. Only when I wriggle a bit under the duvet, with the magically soft touch of the fabric against my skin, I realize that I am still very much naked like on the day I was born, so I pull the blanket up to cover my chest and smile as pictures from last night flash before my eyes. We've stayed up until the first rays of sunlight already began to peek through the clouds of the night's sky, but neither of us felt tired enough to actually go to sleep. High of orgasms and the happiness that consumed us of finally being together again, we cuddled until we eventually couldn't stay awake any longer.
Closing my eyes, I let my memories take me away with a satisfied smile on my lips. The image of her body squirming because of my touches, her center convulsing around my fingers at the culmination of her lust is breath-stopping. Recalling how amazing she tasted on my tongue jump-starts the racing of my heart again. It is something I will always remember. I have never seen, felt or heard anything as beautiful as Callie Torres coming undone in my arms, glowing from the moonlight shining through the window and illuminating her sweaty skin. It's a tingling and overall fuzzy feeling inside me. She's so damn perfect.
Still, Callie's absence leaves me wondering so I decide to slip out of the warm cocoon I created with the blanket and the pillows to go looking for her. With my clothes scattered all over the floor and my luggage still somewhere at the front door, I wrap myself up in the over-sized duvet and make my way out of the bedroom. Hearing her sexy voice, it sounds like she's talking to someone – probably and hopefully on the phone – so I sneak further into the large living room area. But what meets my eyes then is something so purely and absolutely stunning that it's hard to look away. There in the open living room, Callie paces up and down and imaginary path on the cherry tree wood parquet floor, her right hand gesticulating wildly while her left holds up a stack of papers – it looks like a script or something similar – to read from. Undoubtedly one of the most miraculous things I have ever had the privilege to witness. And probably also one not everybody is allowed to see. It's the epitome of epic beauty. Stop with the swooning, Arizona.
Leaning against the wall to my left to simply enjoy the scene before my eyes, I study her every move as she walks up and down. Gracefully and majestically, with her head held high and her strong voice filling the room with clear pronounced words as she makes the character come to life right in front of me. "But what did you expect me to do?", she asks no one in particular. "That I would ignore my family, abandon my parents and other people who love me just because you don't like them?" Could be a family drama?, I wonder. Maybe. "I can't believe you. You honestly couldn't have been more wrong if that's what you were thinking. My parents were there for me, through everything. You just swooped in to take the credit for all the hard work they have done to get me back on my own two feet, thinking that I'd forgive you for leaving because you claimed to still love me?" Ooh, romantic drama! "It might be news to you, but if you love someone, you stay with them. You fight their wars for them if they need you to. And if you can't do that, you fucking stay with them. But you never, never walk aw- Arizona!", she exclaims when she turns around and her eyes fall on me and her hand covers the flesh over her heart. "You scared me."
"I'm sorry", I reply, almost not able to hold back the grin. "But I woke up and you weren't there so I came looking for you. To fight your wars for you", I added with a wink before I made my way towards her. I am getting more comfortable around her. Not that I ever was uncomfortable around her, but with every kiss and every hug, she demonstrates how much she likes me, and in turn, I finally accept that she's truly in it. It's not a game, not an act. She's in this because of me, and that realization gives me a confidence boost, an affirmation in us even though we still don't have a label. "If you need me to fight for you, just tell me. But if you don't need me to do that right now, I'd much rather kiss you." Gripping the edges of the blanket with one hand, I snake the other around her neck and pull her down for a kiss. After a few minutes, we pull apart. "Mhmm, good morning."
"Good morning." There's that smile I love so much. The one that I am sure has the power to stop wars and solve world problems if only people would know that smile exists. "I didn't want to wake you. You looked so peaceful and I am responsible for keeping you way longer than you wanted to be and-" Cutting her off with another kiss to stop her from saying untrue and honestly also irrelevant words, I smile as she reciprocates the tender contact. "Mhmm, is that how it works? You use kisses to make me stop talking?"
"Well, it worked, didn't it?", I quip back and smirk at her, mischievously playing with the fabric I am wrapped up in like a human burrito. "But I was lonely in there and cold because you were not there anymore." Giving her my best pout, I slowly let go of the material in my hand and it falls down to pool at my feet, causing Callie's jaw to drop and she openly stares at me. "So, I was wondering if I could, somehow, convince you to come back to bed with me?" If you being naked in front of her doesn't work, you need a new plan, Robbins. But I am definitely liking this new self-confidence.
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