AN: I am so sorry for the lack of updates. I don't think I've ever been this lacking before. But I guess life is just a little tough right now.
Everybody ready for some quality talking?
Ragged breathing fills the humid air around me. My head is thrown back. My left hand has a death grip on the pillow beneath my head whilst the right hand is tangled in dark locks. Callie's head moves slowly between my legs. My mind spins from all the satisfaction she provides with her tongue and lips. It's almost too much. I can't handle it much longer. Between waking up yesterday morning, successfully dragging her back to bed and right now, I have lost count on the amount of climaxes she is responsible for. It's more than ten, that's all I know. That, and the fact that we didn't get properly dressed since the night we undressed each other, too lost in blissful eroticism and intense orgasms. And she is well on her way of bringing me to another peak with that talented muscle inside her mouth. Fuck, it's so good. It's a sensory overload, knowing I am just a little bit too sensitive, but at the same time, I can't stop her. "Fuck, Callie", I groan out as my hips buck into her touch. She is insatiable. The way she takes her time licking me, sucking me in her mouth, breathing me in. There is nothing sexier than her moans reaching my ears when she tastes me. But oh, I am so close, so close that my breath hitches. "Please." With no idea what I am pleading for, I just move with her, push my body more into her caresses, thrust for impetuous thrust of that glorious tongue. Two strong, magnificent hands knead the flesh of my breasts, toy with pert buds every now and then and I am at her mercy. Fuck, feeling so defenseless has never been this good. "Yes... yes... Callie..."
"Mhmm", she hums, satisfied with the reactions she evokes and continues her oh so pleasurable assault on my clit. The way she's learning to read my body and pull the invisible strings is amazing. Every inch of my skin still tingles from the soft ministrations she has bestowed all over me before she relighted the fire within me. The loud thudding sound of my pulse echoes in my ears, mixes with her moans of approval when I press her face more into my core. Oh God, yes, right there. And then it's only seconds until my body goes rigid, arches into a perfect bow as I come apart under the impeccable circles she draws with her tongue. My eyes fly open as a scream of her name leaves my lips.
Falling back onto the mattress, breathless and spent I feel her crawling up to me, laying down beside me before she places her hand over my rapidly beating heart. "Oh my God", I sigh, my voice hoarse from all the screaming and begging I have done over the last thirty-something hours. My body still twitches as it rocks with spasms and aftershocks from my last high. Sex has never before been like this. So raw. So animalistic. So filled with need. Yet, I have never felt a similar connection with anyone before. I can't even put a finger on what it is exactly, what makes her so different. At first, I thought it was because it's Callie Torres and I have dreamed about her so many nights. And maybe it is that, or it is a part of the effect she has on me. But we connect on a much higher level. It's not just me fan-girling over the beautiful actress. There's something else there, something entirely wonderful. Something so foreign, I can't quite explain it right now because I haven't even began to understand it. I turn onto my side and curl into her embrace, inhaling the significant, yet indescribable, exquisite scent of her skin.
Callie's right hand trails down my side, leaving goosebumps on its way until it settles on the curve of my behind, making me shudder. "I could do this all day", she whispers and nudges my nose with hers. The aroma of my arousal is still evident on her lips and chin and I can't help the low growl that escapes my lips. It's almost enough to ignite the spark all over again. But I am fairly certain that my body aches in places it has never ached as it does now. No need to begin yet another round. Still, when my lips collide with hers she doesn't waste a second to slip her hot tongue into my mouth, tasting me on her lips is the biggest turn on and my hips move on their own accord until she slows our kiss. When we part, she leans her forehead against mine, her breathing is as fast as mine, her heart pounding hard – perceptible so – in her chest. "I can feel your heartbeat", I whisper as I pull back and stare right into her dark chocolate brown eyes.
"I can feel yours too", she responds, a gorgeous smile grazing her lips afterwards as I push some stray silken tresses behind her ear. There's a long moment of silence and neither of us seems to mind. No words are needed. These moments counts, the time we spend together matters. The rest of the world simply isn't important to us. Her voice eventually breaks through the quietness when she says, "I really like them."
"What?", I wonder, snuggling closer to her, wanting to feel more of that warm skin against mine. It's not meant in a sexual way. I just want to be closer to her, soak up enough of that contact while is still can. In a few hours, I have to be at the airport and I am already dreading that hour. Getting used to this happened sooner than I expected and the thought of leaving her is overall unappealing. "What do you like?", I ask again when I don't get an answer, Callie is obviously as lost this the warm feeling as I am.
Fingers tunnel through my hair before she answers, "Your stories, the ones you sent me. I can tell two of them were older, your writing has changed and grown with you. It's remarkable. I couldn't put them aside." She continues to play with strands of my blonde waves as she speaks, "I like that yourcharacters don't always need names or a background of twenty years for me, as a reader, to understand where they are coming from. It's a huge talent, Arizona. And you should really do something with it."
Momentarily tensing up in her arms, I then feel the heat rising into my cheeks from the blush. I have already told her that I am always chickening out when I say I send my summary out to publishing agencies. I don't even have a good reason, other than my fear of them neglecting it. Anna always says that – without giving it a chance – I already have a negative answer and that actively trying could turn it around in the best way possible. But that doesn't take away my worries. The thought of someone reading and judging my writing is scary. And I can openly admit that dealing with rejections has never been one of my strongest character traits. And the readers of my fan fictions like my work, and I guess I can settle for this.
"Where did you just go?", she asks, gently cupping my cheek before reconnecting our lips in an affirmative kiss. "I know that it's scary. The thought alone is so frightening that a lot of really good writers stay in the closet until it's too late. It's not the same business as movies and music, but I think it's similar. It's tough and hard. Agents and publishers don't just come knocking on your door and neither do record labels. And I know that it is hard to put yourself out there like that. But if you don't even try, you don't know all the possibilities. So many people would benefit from your writing, Arizona. It's the whole range of emotions and what is better than feeling with the characters or picturing them go through happiness and sadness?"
"How is the business?", I ask curiously and deliberately steering the conversation away from my writing as I let my fingertips dance over her marvelous skin. We have – somehow – managed to stay off the radar of paparazzi and journalists. Frankly, we don't exactly leave the loft, not like we did in Miami where the house was surrounded by her family's private estate, so I have no clue how it really is and what is made up by the media. I don't know how it is to be her. How someone even gets enough attention to be considered a star. All I know is that the person Callie Torres is in the media is only a shell of the person she truly is. "How did you get in?"
"Luck", she answers right away. "That is all you need. Luck and the bravery to try." The hand that has been combing through my hair lets go of the strands and travels down my arm until caramel colored fingers find my palm and nails softly trace the skin. It tickles a little bit, but simultaneously, it shows so much affection, it makes me smile. "I was lucky, I guess. But I also work hard. And I didn't give up after the first ten auditions, even though I didn't get one of the roles. I knew what I wanted and I fought to get it. Eventually, I succeeded. And once that stone was rolling and I had made some contacts, I kind of slid into the whole music business as well. And now I feel blessed. I have the career I wanted, live the life I want to live and-" But she stops right then. "Let's just say that I am very happy right now."
Locking my eyes with hers, I tilt my head just a tiny bit to the side, studying her before asking myself what she had wanted to say just seconds ago. Maybe it was about you. "You are an amazing actress. It was only a question of time until someone would give you a chance", I state. She's outstanding. But me? I am just me, a girl who likes to write, who has too many ideas for her own good and is stuck in law school. Luck wouldn't be enough, I would need some magic too. "I don't know if I could do it. What you do, I mean. Dealing with the press and the crazy hours of shooting movies." And then there is the fame. It must be nice, but the other side of it can be beyond cruel.
"Oh, it is a tough business. When I gain weight over the holidays, the media calls me fat. If I lose the extra pounds, I am anorexic or a drug addict, or I had an aesthetic surgery done to avoid working out. When my movie flops, my acting gets scrutinized. Even if the movie is a hit, some critics will always find something bad to say about it. And everything I do is right out there. If and who I date, if I party too hard. It took me a while to know whom I can trust. The group of friends you've met last weekend, they are my close friends, it's only a handful, but it's enough. I have my family and George. And now I have you, too."
A bright smile appears on her face and I feel like I am about to melt. Did she really just say that? "Why did you trust me?", I want to know. "You barely knew me, still, you invited me to your room. I could have had ulterior motives and just play nice." Not that this is something I would ever do, but she could not have known that when we first met. There are bad people out there. "I just want to understand why you chose me." Because it is still the biggest question. She can have whoever she wants, just like that. And she chooses me? Stop with the insecurities, Arizona. You're here with her, doesn't that say enough?
"I didn't choose you, Arizona", she replies, still smiling, but it's more of a reassurance now. "Have you not felt that spark when we met? The electricity? The jolt when our hands touched?" So, she felt it too? Wow. "It was an instant connection, something like that doesn't just happen out of the blue." Pausing for a moment, full lips tenderly press against my own before she continues, "I learned to read people and made better decisions to stay out of the media as much as possible, at least where my private life is concerned. But with you, I had no choice. Aside from the obvious beauty of your face, the way you respect me, the way you are just who you are, I was intrigued from the very first moment. I wanted to get to know the woman who finds a way to my heart through her words. I wanted to see who this woman is that has the ability to put a picture in my head with just three pages of fan fiction. And that hasn't changed. On the contrary, it's only growing stronger the more I learn about your beautiful soul."
Stunned into stupor, I stare at her and blink a couple of times, not knowing what to think. I didn't expect an answer like this. Sure, I know what she's talking about. I have felt all of this too. I still feel all of this and that it's not a one-sided attraction is nothing completely new to me. But it is way deeper than I though. "I... I am a little speechless right now", I confess, once again blushing.
"That's okay", she chuckles. "We don't need to talk right now. I'd much rather kiss you and use what little time we have left to memorize more inches of your body." The next second, she pulls me on top of her, grinding her hips against my thigh that has slipped between her legs and I can feel the liquid heat radiating from her sex and dampness smear over my skin. So hot. "Is that okay?"
Nodding, my hands hit the pillow on either side of her head, rocking my lower body in rhythm with hers. She pulls me down with one hand behind my neck and our lips clash into each other. It only takes a couple of seconds before we get lost in our kisses, in the feeling of each other and the skin against skin. It's a dance, it's battle, it's walking hand in hand into the sunset and watching the sunrise at the same time. This feeling is all-consuming. It's like waves crashing down upon you but instead of drowning, you're leaping off the ground. It's the best feeling in the whole word.
OUAD
The setting sun over LA is shining down upon us, bathing us in the last warmth it has for today as we exit the car and my eyes find the offending airport just as Callie takes my hand. I know that, if there were not a handful of papers due tomorrow, and my dad's booming voice in the back of my mind, I would gladly miss classes and stay with her. There is still so much to learn about her, so much I don't know, so much time we need. But I guess I don't have a choice. "I don't want to go", I admit and meet her gaze. Brown eyes watch intently as I gather my belongings and make sure that I have everything. Not that it's much I carry with me when I visit her over the weekends, but still. And time is not exactly on my side. I have about ten minutes left before I have to check in and I still feel a clumsy rookie when it comes to saying bye to her. I just don't know how to do it. "I'll call when I land?", I suggest.
"Come here", she says and pulls me in for a hug and I instantly relax in her comforting embrace, holding on tightly when she continues, "It's only four days this time, you have to keep that in mind. George and I will pick up you from the airport Thursday night, I promise. And then we have the whole weekend, again, to talk and I'd like to take you out for dinner if that's something you feel comfortable with. My meetings and studio hours are already rearranged so I can spend as much time as possible with you before I start shooting my next movie in three weeks." Ugh, I already kind of hate that new movie. It will probably cut down the days we can see each other. "Your flights are already booked and paid for."
"Callie... no. You know I don't like it when you pay for the flights", I object. We've had this conversation before. She doesn't want me to spend the money I have saved up and I don't want her to pay for my flights, even though using my savings isn't the best solution either. We came to an agreement to take turns when it comes to pay for a ticket, yet I still feel like I am using her for her money and fancy weekend trips. I know that it's not the case. But other people might think that. It's a vicious circle. "Please, let me at least give you my share of it."
Shaking her head, the Latina only holds me closer to her. "Nonsense, Arizona. I have the money. Let me do this. I'm not buying you in paying for flights, if that is what you think. I'm just making sure that I get to see my... get to see you on the weekends", she corrects herself. Was she about to say girlfriend? "Okay?"
I nod against her shoulder, "Okay." Leaving still sucks, but she is right. And when the time comes for her to visit me in Cambridge, I'm gonna take her out on a date so spectacular, she'll never forget it. "Four days", I sigh. Thank God for conferences my professors and TAs have to attend. "So, we'll talk in the evenings, right?", I ask as I pull back, hoping I don't sound too clingy. I probably do but something inside me just won't let me care right now. Puffing out some air, my eyes take her in, lingering a little longer on her full lips and then move on to her eyes. Her hair cascades over her shoulders in its natural waves, only held back by the sunglasses she has pushed into it. I know what she looks like. You know what she feels like. But it's the last time I'll be able to look at her in the flesh for the next ninety-plus hours. I need to take in as much as I can. A bitter chuckle leaves my mouth when our time together is almost up. "I really begin to hate the LAX on a Sunday evening."
"You have to go", she reminds me and pushes a few loose tresses behind my ears. "Or you're gonna miss your flight." Opposite to her words, she doesn't let go. Instead, tanned palms are now cradling my cheeks and dark chocolate orbs flicker between my eyes and my lips. I know that look, I have seen it many times this weekend. She's thinking about the dirty things we did and in turn, it makes me smile.
"You shouldn't make sure I'll catch my flight. You should be the reason I miss my flight", I tease, my mood abruptly lifting from the mournfulness that was about to swallowing me up. "Alright, you're right. I know, I better go." But before I can grab my stuff, her hand sneaks around to my neck and full lips press against mine. God, those lips, those kisses. "One for the way?", I ask, a little out of breath from the sudden, impassioned kiss we shared.
"One for the way", she agrees and pecks my lips one last time. "Call me when you get home, I'll be waiting up for you." And this time I really turn around and leave with heavy steps. If this was a movie, my character would simply turn on her heels, run towards the love of her life and they'd live happily ever after because that would be the end of the movie. But it's not scripted. It's my life. And this is not the end. This is just the beginning. With the love of your life? Maybe.
So, I really hope you like this one. Even though it was - mainly - just a filler.