Happy June Update
"Mhmm", I hum in content as I stretch my legs. I slept like the dead last night, my first night in my new home. Despite being emotionally exhausted after saying bye to my parents and Teddy yesterday, Callie and I celebrated way into the night before I eventually fell asleep in her arms. Only she leaves you sore in all the right places, A. Even in my half-awake state, I am expecting to find the sheets next to me empty and cold, so I let my hand ghost to my right. To my surprise, the tips of my fingers find very warm and very exposed flesh instead of silky bed sheets. Huh? That's unusual. Callie is typically out of bed way before me, out for a run, rehearsing or fixing a healthy breakfast for us. It makes me sound like I'm the lazy girlfriend or want her to cater to me – which is absolutely not the truth. I tried surprising her with breakfast once – it didn't end very well. Seriously, I am glad her kitchen didn't burst up in flames that day.
Sitting up to stretch my arms and neck as well, I feel a feathery touch on my lower back where my body curves into my bottom. Callie gets a little handsy in the morning. "Good morning", I rasp out with a stifled yawn, instantly smiling from the sheer touch. Snuggling back under the covers after I pulled my hair up into a ponytail, I cuddle closer to my wonderful girlfriend. Her scent will forever be intoxicating. You're just whipped, Arizona. My mouth caresses every inch of her skin I can reach without moving too much as my senses relish in the taste that is so uniquely Calliope Torres.
"Good morning, beautiful. How did you sleep?" She sounds sleepy and I find it very endearing. Well, you did keep her up most of the night. "What time is it?" Callie picks up her cellphone to check the time, squinting as the brightness of the display hits her pupils. "Nine-thirty?" A growl of disbelief leaves her lips, dropping the phone onto our blanket as she speaks. "I feel like I only slept for five, six hours tops." Honestly, it probably wasn't much more than that.
I watch as a caramel hand resurfaces from under the covers and Callie rubs the sleep from her eyes, which looks oddly sexy. She makes everything look sexy. I can't help but stare at her, letting my eyes wander over the contours of her face. From her chin to her luscious, pillowy lips and further up along her nose to her eyes. Those gorgeously long lashes are every woman's dream. And Callie is just... wow. I'm seriously lacking words to describe her beauty. Everything about this woman is beautiful, heart, soul and body. A symphony couldn't be more magnificent than my girlfriend. And she's all yours. "I love you." Those softly spoken three words are a confession, a declaration, a statement and a promise, all at the same time.
Shifting and making me move in turn, Callie ends up halfway on top of me, her naked skin pressed against mine. Our gazes lock and in this moment, everything I feel and hear revolves around her, the world surrounding us simply doesn't exist anymore. She leans down, nudging my nose with hers before her moist lips are only mere inches away from mine. "I love you, too", she whispers and I can feel the movement against my mouth before she claims it in a slow kiss.
My eyes flutter close as I am ready to give her everything that I am. There is no rush in this kiss. Instead, it is slow and sensual, a commitment of our beating hearts. I pull away when air becomes a necessity and take a couple of deep breaths. "I could get used to this", I state, a full dimpled, dopey smile adorning my face. "There is only one way for a better start of the day. But waking up and seeing you is a very, very close second."
"Oh yeah? And what is the best way to start Arizona Robbins' day?", Callie asks, her left eyebrow cockily raised and the corner of her mouth showing a knowing smirk. Her hand, that is not attached to the arm she uses to support her upper body on, roams up and down my side, squeezing the skin covering my hipbone. Plump lips pepper my torso with kisses before they enclose a pink, taut nipple and begin to suck lightly.
She knows exactly what I was talking about. Bolts of electric pleasure rush through my entire system. But as much as I am enjoying her attention to my body, the ache to touch her is bigger than any promising climax of my own desire. When Callie is lost in her tending to my nipple – which seems to harden even more under her ministrations – I slip my left leg between hers and flip us over. A wicked grin washes over my face when I see my stunned girlfriend. "This is the best way to start a morning." The words leave my mouth only a breath away from her ear before I attack her neck, reveling in the whimpers and whines that are coming from the hot Latina. I can feel her shivering underneath me and it only spurns me on even more.
"Arizona", she moans, her right hand tangled in my hair and the other one grabbing any part of my body that she can reach. "We don't have much time. We have-" The rest of her sentence is lost in the groan that begins deep in her throat.
I know that we have an appointment, I am aware that we're meeting Sharon Baxter in – approximately – an hour and a half to look at another house. But I am also sure that I can finish what she started and give us enough time for a shower. "Don't worry", I say, swiping my index finger through her naked, wet folds and kissing my way up to her lips. This won't take long. "Just enjoy." Readjusting myself so that I am now fully on top of her, my tongue invades her mouth. This kiss is the complete opposite to our first kiss this morning. Tongues are dancing, teeth clash and nip, and hands keep wandering. Being with Callie is addictive. Her taste, her touch, her scent. Pulling away from the kiss, our eyes connect for a moment before I sashay my way down to where I really want to be. Nimble fingertips flick and tweak her hard nipples, eliciting a hiss as I leave open-mouth kisses in my track. Goosebumps appear where my lips have come in contact with her warm skin. I can't help but smile at the effect I have on her. Oh, who are you kidding, Arizona, she has an even bigger effect on you.
"Don't tease me, Arizona", Callie warns me desperately, close to begging. Her hands find their way into my hair, softly guiding my head. I love when she shows me exactly what she wants and needs, it's so arousing.
Her hips squirm under me and a groan of frustration emanates the brunette's lips when I don't follow her command right away, but instead lightly sink my teeth into her thigh. It makes her yelp and it takes every ounce of power I have to stop myself from humping the mattress. "You want my tongue?", I ask, letting the firm muscle glide from the bottom of her center to the very tip of her bundle of nerves. "Or my fingers?" Knowing that she is more than ready, I swiftly enter her slick center with first one and then an additional second digit. She's so wet. Only for you, Arizona.
Her moans of primal lust die in her throat and it's one of the sexiest sounds I have ever heard. How can she be so fucking sexy? A tug on my hair tells me that I have done enough teasing for one morning and I dive right in. Stiffening my tongue, I ravish Callie's clit while my fingers keep moving within her in deliberate thrusts, but my eyes never avert from her face. I can't not look at her. With her lips parted and her flushed chest rising quickly, she's even more mesmerizing, breathtakingly stunning. As the pitch of her moans becomes higher and higher, I curl my fingertips against that spongy spot inside her and, combined with my mouth's stimulation to her nub, that's almost all it takes. Curse words in English and Spanish spill out of her, echoing off the walls of our bedroom, letting me hear she's close.
Her body is thrashing with wild abandon, the waves of lust daringly close to swallow her. "Fuck, Arizona. Don't stop. Please don't stop!", she pants, almost out of breath. Her head is thrown back, her eyes glued to the ceiling and her left hand holding on tightly to the pillow below her while her right still has a tight grip on my hair.
Told you it wouldn't take long. I love how vocal Callie is in the bedroom, how she lets me know what she likes. You still haven't used that toy on her, A. Mentally adding it to the list of things I want to do, I release her clit from my mouth with a pop. A couple of weeks ago, Callie admitted that she loves the way her full first name rolls off my tongue, so I started to use it more often, especially during private moments. "Come for me, Calliope." As if she needed my permission to let go, her hips begin to buck strongly against my hand and within a few seconds, it's all over. I let her ride out her climax and just watch her in the afterglow. Pure beauty. "You're amazing", I tell her after wiping my mouth and crawling up her body. "And so hot."
Before I realize what is happening, she pulls me down into another searingly hot kiss, surely tasting herself on my tongue. Callie's hands are everywhere, all over my body. She consumes me like no one ever did before and the throaty moans that reaches my ears is enough to set my whole system on fire yet again.
I chance a quick glance to the digital clock on my bedside table and see that we won't have enough time. "I'm gonna jump in the shower." Disentangling myself from the bed sheets that are somehow on top, under and between my legs, I finally swing them over the edge of the bed. "Wanna join me?"
With a delay of roughly ten minutes and mainly because of traffic – which doesn't matter much, because the real estate agent is stuck in the very same traffic – George pulls up in front of the address that Sharon Baxter gave Callie two days ago. I have no idea what Callie is looking for in a new home. You don't even have an idea what you are looking for, Robbins. I am sure that I'll just know. The last three houses were not good enough for my girlfriend. I thought they were great houses, but I didn't see myself living in them either. The first one was too... futuristic would be one word to describe it. The second one in an area with a lot of people and the third one, I don't even have words for it. The brunette had only said that something had been off, and I agreed with her. In the end though, would I really have a big say in what kind of house, or loft, or apartment Callie wants to buy? It is her money. And you can't contribute anything to the new home, Arizona. Will her friends throw in my face that I didn't put my share in?
"Do you like it?", Callie asks me after walking around the car and reaching for my hand after I exited the car. "I think it's better than what we have looked at so far. It's not a busy area, which I find wonderful. It gives me a chance to get away from all the hectic rush at work. It's close to your new university and it's doesn't scream twenty-seventh century."
I just muster at the house. It does look beautiful from the outside and, more importantly, it doesn't scream rich actress in your face either. Which I care about a lot. Just because my girlfriend has and makes a lot of money, doesn't mean I make the same money or that I want possible future friends to see that from just one look at our home. Not that I could ever invite a study group to any home I would share with Callie. I respect her privacy too much. But people know you're the woman dating Calliope Torres, A. There are famous people who attend college, right? Surely they are not total loners. Oh God, I'm sensing first day jitters taking over.
"Arizona?" Callie's wonderful voice pulls me out of my rambling thoughts and back to the here and now. Intense brown eyes are looking at me, staring right into my soul. Talk about the eyes being the window to your soul? Yeah, Callie opened all of my windows. "Where did you just go?", she asks with a chuckle. "Are you okay?"
Am I okay? No I am not! I am fighting an internal freak-out! What was I thinking when I agreed to this? That you want to spend as much time as possible with the woman you love. And Callie ignores the fact that you are a student and not the big money-maker. But do her friends understand that I am not with her because she makes the big bucks? "How am I going to pay for this, Callie?", I ask, pointing at the house and the land in front of me. "Any of this? How am I going to explain to my fellow students that I live in whatever amazing house you end up buying and that it is technically just your house? What kind of a difference is that to our current situation in your loft? And what will your friends think? What about your family? That I am some sort of gold digger? That I am-"
Lips against mine stop my verbal diarrhea and I instantly melt into the softness of her touch. "As much as I love your rambling", she states when we break apart, "and as adorable as I find your panicking, you know that I do not think of you like that. We talked about it, Arizona. I love you and you love me. The rest of it? Does it really matter? I am well of, so what? I know you're not with me because I have money and you know that I am not trying to buy your love in form of a cellphone, a car or a freaking house. People will always assume what they want to, that doesn't mean I will listen. And the people who really are my friends, our friends and families, they know better than to think that."
I have no idea how she does it, how she calms me down with a few reassuring words. One minute I am completely freaking out and the next, my rapidly beating heart starts to slow down. "I know we talked about it", I admit. We had so many conversations about it, we actually argued for a whole weekend about the necessity of a new home. In the end, I understood where she was coming from, but my worries – apparently – didn't fly away over night. "It's not you I am worried about", I confess. "It's-"
"The outsiders, and I understand that. But people will always throw their two cents in, whether you ask them for their opinion or not. Just like people will always be jealous about other people's success, love or fortune." Her hands are on my cheeks, thumps wiping away the tears I didn't realize are rolling down my cheeks. "Malevolence is a huge part of the world we live in, Arizona. I had to learn it the hard way and it's one of the reasons I only have a handful of close friends." Her lips brush against mine again, a touch so soft, I can barely feel it. "You didn't peg me to be a gold digger back then, and I won't start to see you this way now. I will forever be glad that I was brave enough to leap and that I took a chance with you after our meet and greet."
"Me too", I reply with a sigh. Meeting Callie has turned my whole world upside down. Seeing her smile at my answer, I can't help but smile, too. Just like her kisses, her smile is addicting. "This house if very pretty from the outside", I answer her initiate question. "Let's go check the inside?"
Hopefully you liked this chapter. And hopefully there's another update in July. Happy weekend!