AN: Hey guys! I know it's been... weeks. I'm sorry for not updating more frequently, but what can I say? I'm not sorry for having a life and other priorities. But be assured that I will finish all of my stories as long as people don't get tired of reading them. Thank you for your support througout all the years and the ones to come!
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Previously...
"Have you ever been in love before, Arizona?"
A little dumbstruck from her question, I just stare at the gorgeous brown-haired woman – her hair wild and unruly from the previous round of pleasurable fun in the sheets – wondering what she means. "I- I don't know? I don't think so." Sure, I had relationships and crushes. But the butterflies that everybody keeps talking about have been missing, until I met Callie. "Have you?" Big question, Robbins. But she has asked you the same.
Chapter 29
"No", she replies and I feel a rock dropping from my heart down into the depths of my stomach. Maybe she is not there yet. Maybe she will never get there. Maybe it's not what she wants? Don' freak out, A. You can still make the most of it. "Not before I met you, anyway", she adds and just like that, all the butterflies inside me are going wild, fluttering through my entire being. "You might think it's too soon, a lot of people may say that it is too soon. But I can feel it. Everything is right. And even though there is still so much more to discover about you, about us as a couple, I cannot not listen to what my heart is telling me. I love you, Arizona."
Whoa. I mean, WOW! Am I dead? I subtly pinching my upper leg so she doesn't see it. Nope, still very much alive. I guess I didn't expect that after the firstpart of her answer. Say something, Arizona! Calliope Torres, the most beautiful and kindest person you have ever met actually said that she loves you and you're leaving her hanging! But somehow every word ever invented in the English language has left my memory. Quite frankly, if I knew any other language, I would have forgotten those words too. Damn it, Robbins, get a grip!
Her hands reach out and take mine in hers and I notice how hot her skin feels against mine. Here's hope your hands aren't sweaty, A. "It's okay, Arizona. If you don't feel the same or are not ready yet to say it out loud, I don't expect you to say the words. I just couldn't keep it to myself any longer. I've had a hard time to hold it in and it was getting worse with every moment we spent toge-"
I have to stop her from finishing her sentence and crash my lips against hers. Just because I haven't found my voice yet doesn't mean I don't feel the same. Because I do. I so do feel the same. The kiss is deep, full of emotions and passion. Teeth nip on bottom lips, my hands are tangled in her messy locks and I moan into her mouth. Eventually, I have to take a deep breath and pull back. "I love you, too", I say finally, causing a megawatt smile to appear on the Latina's face.
"You do?", she asks, obviously not believing my words and I simply nod while biting my lip. Her eyes shine in the moonlight coming through the windows and I wish I could paint her like that right now. Not that I can paint – at all – but it want to savor this moment forever.
I love her so much already and I'm not talking about the fame or her money. I couldn't care less about that. To be honest, it might even be a little bit easier for us if she wasn't famous.
Callie's hands have moved from my hands up my arms and stop on my cheeks, cupping them in her soft palms. "You make me really really happy", she states and a moment later, her lips are on mine again. The kiss starts out slow, as if she's trying to savor every single second of the first kiss after my declaration of love. The fingers of her right hand move up into my hair and scrape my scull as she tightens her hold. It's so sexy.
Groaning when she deepens the kiss and her tongue brushes against mine, I am momentarily stunned into a short stupor when she flips me onto my back and grinds her hot center on my right thigh. She's still so wet. "You- you make me really happy, too", I rasp out as my hand glides down her side and wriggles itself between our bodies. I need to touch her. "And you feel so good."
Tearing her mouth away from mine, my gorgeous girlfriend's face almost hits the pillow next to my head when I enter her swiftly, first one single finger and then I add another. "Fuck, Arizona." She feels so warm.
Her breath is hot against my neck as she pants with each slow trust inside her. Every single moan coming from her causes goosebumps to appear all over my skin. I can feel her shift on top of me, and before I can even comprehend why she's doing it, she pushes herself up on her left hand and her right hand cups my center. Hissing at the sudden touch, my teeth sink into my bottom lip when her fingers start circling my clit. "Oh fuck", I curse out, I'm still sensitive and apparently also still high from the last orgasm but it feels oh so good. Don't come too fast, Robbins! "Inside", I beg.
Callie's mouths curls into a super smug smile when she follows my plea and I feel two strong fingers sink into me. Fuck, so good. The pace is slow, somehow, it's different than all the times before. It's making love, Arizona. Her skin shines in the moonlight and her eyes glisten like the most gorgeous diamonds. It's a sight to behold. So gorgeous.
Giving her more room to move by spreading my legs even more, and I can immediately feel her going deeper. Yes. "Callie." Her name leaves my lips in form of a throaty moan while I brace myself for every single push of her hips. She's so good with her fingers. Amazingly talented. "I'm close", I warn her and am surprised with the sudden change of pace and force behind her thrusts. "Yes. Callie!"
"Come for me, baby", she demands and at the same time, she moves more fiercely with my fingers still inside her. A series of moans and grunts come from the beautiful Latina on top of me and when I curl my fingers, they increase in volume and frequency. You could watch this all day, Robbins.
Callie copies the movement of my fingers, making me gasp. I am so close, I can already feel the first wave of my orgasm approaching, and fast. "Faster", I breathe out and within a second, the brunette steps up the pace of her thrusts – of both, fingers and hips. "Right there!" And then it hits. My whole body goes rigid and so does my girlfriend's as we reach our peaks simultaneously. Her body collapses on top of mine, her breathing quick and hot right next to my face. "I love you", I say, still breathless and beyond satisfied.
"I love you, too." Her voice reaches my right ear in a whisper before soft lips kiss the shell of it. "You're amazing. But don't think I have forgotten that you never answered my question about the strap-on."
I wake up with a start. Another nightmare and look around frantically to become aware of my surroundings. Still in the bed Callie and I share in the beach house in Miami, I find cold sheets next to me where my girlfriend should be sound asleep. Not sure if I should be relieved that I didn't wake her up or confused why she isn't in bed anymore, I rub the sleep from my eyes. Ruffling my messy bed hair to pull it back into a ponytail, I recall my nightmare. It was so vivid. Maybe because I wasn't deep asleep anymore but already close to waking up. Callie suggested seeing someone about your nightmares, Robbins, maybe you should listen to your girlfriend.
For a moment I am torn between snuggling myself back into the bed but when my eyes catch a glimpse of the time, I almost immediately swing my legs over the edge of the bed – mindful of the aching one, of course. But no wonder Callie is already up. It's past noon. She tired you out last night, A. She definitely did. And it was so good. Grabbing the crutches from the floor and using them as aid to pull myself into a standing position, I have to steady myself before I can even attempt to walk on them. Although my palms were able to get some rest from the pressure for most of the night, they are simply soar. Quite ungracefully I make my way out of the bedroom and enter the living room area and find the gorgeous brunette walking back and forth, talking Spanish on the phone she has tucked between her ear and shoulder while setting the table.
"Si, papa. Lo siento." Callie speaking Spanish is so freaking hot. She hasn't noticed me yet so I stay back, not wanting to interrupt her or make her think she has to end her phone call. "I should have given you a heads up, I know, and I'm sorry for blindsiding you. It just happened." After that, she goes back to speaking Spanish.
What is she talking about? I don't speak Spanish so I don't understand squat about what she's saying right now. As hot as it sounds, it's just as frustrating. They know about our relationship status. I mean, Callie has told me about the conversation she has had with her parents after we became officially girlfriends. Or was that just a dream? No. It must have been reality.
The actress places two cups with steaming hot liquid on the table before she says, "Yes, Daddy, I promise. Tell Mom and the rest that I love them and that I'll come visit when I get a break from shooting." With that, she ends the call and looks up for the first time. "You're awake", she smiles and then she adds with a wink, "Are you making a habit out of spying on me whenever I'm up before you?"
Feeling my cheeks turn bright red, I rapidly shake my head, making the strands that have fallen out of my ponytail fly wildly through the air. "I didn't mean to. But I also didn't want to interrupt you. It seemed like a serious conversation." The brunette pulls the chair back from the table and I hobble towards her, greeting her with a soft morning kiss before I sit down.
Callie takes her place at the table across from me and purses her lips before she starts to elaborate, "My dad was simply surprised that I told the world about me being whatever you want to call it. I don't like to label myself and that is what the world knows now. He asked me if I was sure that doing it for us was the right decision and if you were the right person to do it with. And I told him that I couldn't have been more certain about us and he is happy with that."
I am happy too! So very happy. "Thank you", I reply but she brushes it off with a wave of her hand. Pouring some milk into my coffee, I ask, "Do you have anything planned today?"
"Actually", my girlfriend begins and bites her bottom lip. I have found out that she tends to do this when she is unsure how to tell or ask me something. It's cute, but I also wonder what this is about. Maybe her parents want to meet you, A. Oh God. If that's it, don't panic! "I have a book I want to finish. It's this author I have recently discovered for myself. She has written this amazing book about two girls that are best friends until being best friends isn't enough anymore."
Phew, it's not about you meeting her parents. But wait. That sounds awfully familiar. "B-but you already finished it", I say. Unless she's talking about a completely different book. In that case you just totally embarrassed yourself, A. I can't stop my cheeks from turning red, again, for like the tenth time since we went to bed last night.
"I'm reading it again because it is that good", she says, stretching the last two words. "Arizona, I don't want to push you or anything, but I simply don't understand why you don't put out your feelers and try again. All you need is a single yes from one of the publishing agencies. One yes, that's all it takes. I probably know someone that knows someone, so I could help-"
"No!", I interrupt her abruptly and she looks like I have slapped her in the face. "Don't take it the wrong way, please. I just-" Yeah, you just what, Robbins. Look at her! Look at what you did. "I'm sorry, Calliope. I didn't mean to sound so harsh", I apologize. "This is something I have to do alone when I'm ready to try again. I am not there yet. And when I am, I have to do the whole process alone. To know that you support me and my writing helps so much. But I don't want any aid in finding an agent. Please don't be mad."
Soft brown eyes look at me and a warm smile graces her lips. She's not mad. "I am not mad", Callie assures. "I can understand where you're coming from. Just know that if you want the help, I can ask around." Noted. "My parents want to meet you", she changes the topic and my heartbeat quickens. I repeat, don't panic! "I pushed it off until you're better and I thought that maybe we could visit them around Christmas or New Year? Kind of like a mini vacation when your leg is healed and everything?"
Phew, again. Most of my muscles instantly relax. It's not that I don't want to meet her parents. I do. And people usually like me and there wouldn't be a reason for them not to like me. My intentions with Callie are solely good. The love I feel for this woman is pure and honest and meeting her family is part of it. But I am somewhat relieved that I don't have to meet them right now, like this. "I'd love to meet your family around Christmas or New Year", I tell her.
"Really? Because you sure looked like you were close to having a heart attack", she giggles. You've been caught, Arizona. She reaches for my hand over the table. "I get it, baby. Meeting the family is a big step and had you not been sick a few weeks ago, I probably wouldn't have met yours already. I'm glad I did, though. Your mother is such a warm-hearted person and your father is – despite being a bit scary at first – just as great. And it made me being in the hospital with you a lot easier. Anyway, the plan for today is to go over my script for an hour or two and practice my lines and to relax with my wonderful girlfriend."
Blushing again, I shoot her a full-dimpled smile. "That sounds like a wonderful day." For a few minutes, we both attend to our breakfast – or is it lunch? – and enjoy the quietness. The hustle and rush from the media, especially after yesterday, has not reached us yet. This house is build in a very secluded area on the beach, like our very own hiding spot and without knowing it, it's just what I needed. Time to myself, time for my girlfriend and maybe even some time to write. "We could watch a movie tonight", I suggest.
"I'd love that", she answers and leans back, sipping on her coffee. "I have another thing I wanted to ask you and I also want you to know that you don't have to say yes if you don't want to. I don't want to pressure you into doing something you're not ready for and-" She stops herself, realizing that she has been rambling. I still think it's adorable even though she insists that it's one of the most embarrassing things she does. Personally, I want her to do it more often. "I have this benefit gala coming up at the end of January , where I will sing and I wanted to ask if you'd come as my date?"
I cannot help but stare at her with wide eyes. Someone pinch me. Or kick me. Or even better, shake me until I wake up. This has to be a dream, right. You must be hallucinating, A. Your girlfriend did not just ask you to go to a benefit gala with you. Or did she? "You're kidding, right?", I ask, but when she just shakes her head, my mouth falls open. "O-Okay."
"Okay?", she questions, raising her perfectly shaped left eyebrow. "Okay as in, you're still thinking that I am messing with you or okay as in, you want to be my plus one that night?"
Now you better think quick, A. I don't have anything to wear for a benefit gala and there will most likely be a lot of paparazzi and journalists and it will be one of the firsts – if not the first ever – time you two show up as an official couple. Not just her. You and her, Robbins. Are you ready for that? When Callie is with me, I feel like I can be ready for a lot of stuff. "I'd love to go with you. I just really don't have anything to wear. Or is this one of the more casual ones?"
The brunette chuckles. "No. But you don't have to worry about that. We can go shopping before, there is still plenty of time. Thank you for coming with me."
"Nowhere else I'd rather be", I smile and we both return to our breakfast. I have the mild feeling that I have no idea what I signed up for. But it doesn't matter. There are still at least six weeks until the end of January and before the benefit gala happens, I will meet my girlfriend's parents and right now, that's a lot more scary. You can do this, Arizona. She met yours so you can meet hers.
So, the big L word fell. Any thoughts to it?