I spent the night wallowing, alone in my apartment. All night, I watched the clock, imagining what they were doing. Where did she take her? Were they laughing? Talking? Learning each other? Was Arizona going to go home with her? I manipulated the details until I was sick to my stomach. I lay in bed watching the shadows crawl across the ceiling, and I fell asleep.
I was awakened by a knock on my bedroom door, followed by Christina nudging me.
"Wake up," she said, punching my shoulder.
"Ow, Christina, what?" I said, blinking furiously to get the sleep out of my eyes.
"You have company," she said. "You would know that if you didn't sleep through the doorbell."
"What time is it?" I asked, disoriented.
"2:30," she said, padding back to her room.
I rubbed my face and threw the covers off me. I made me way into the hallway where the light offended my tired eyes. In the living room, Arizona was standing, waiting for me.
"Arizona?" I said groggily.
"You've ruined me for anyone else," she said, dropping her purse on the ground. She shrugged her shoulders and looked down at the carpet.
"What?" I asked, flopping down on the couch. "Are you just getting back from your date?" Arizona sat down in the easy chair across from me.
"Yes," she said, quietly. I knew what time it was. I knew this wasn't a good sign.
"Oh. How was it? No-," I stopped myself. "Nevermind. I don't think I want to know."
"It was... fun," she said. "We went out for Thai food, and then we went dancing, and then she asked me back to her place."
"Please stop," I said, holding up my hand. The mental images were causing the sickness in my stomach to flare up again and the only thing more embarrassing than this precise moment would be one in which I vomited in front of her.
"She kissed me," Arizona said.
"Arizona," I said firmly, warning her.
"I didn't stop her."
I'd had enough. I got up and started towards the door, indicating that I wanted her to leave. She quickly rose to her feet as I swung the door open.
"I couldn't do it, Calliope," she said. I turned around and glared at her, doorknob in hand.
"She kissed me, and it wasn't bad as far as kisses go, but I didn't feel anything. I didn't get butterflies in my stomach, or feel like my heart was going to explode. All I thought about was you. You've ruined me for anyone else."
I looked at her before letting the door swing shut. Somewhere in this town there's a woman whose eyes I'd like to claw out, but for now it'll have to wait.
"You look nice," I said, crossing the room towards her. "Your clothes look nice and your hair looks nice and I know that you did all that for her. So I hate that you look nice. I hate that it mattered to you what she thought. I hate that you wanted to impress her," I said, standing in front of Arizona now.
"I'm miserable that you didn't have a miserable time with her. I hate that she probably told you little anecdotal stories about her childhood. And that you probably put your hand over your heart and threw your head back, and 'ha ha ha!' laughed at her silly little jokes, even though they weren't funny, just to make her feel good.
"And I hate that I care about all these things, because I don't want to be that girl. Who smothers and suffocates you and assumes that she's your girlfriend when she's not. I don't want to be the girl who puts a leash on you. If you don't want to be with me and only me, then I'm not going to force you. But if that's your decision then I just don't think that I can—"
"Calliope," Arizona said, clamping her hand around my mouth. "I drove here, at 2:30 in the morning, because I needed to see you. Because being with someone else only strengthened my belief that me and you, we could be great together. She kissed me and I thought of you. All night, no matter where we were or what we were doing, all I could think about was you. What you were doing. If I had hurt you. How I could fix it. I just... I never needed anyone but you, Calliope. But I got scared, when I thought that you might."
And I know that she's talking about Mark, but she'll never have to worry about that again.
Arizona dropped her hand from my mouth and reached down to grab my hand. "Don't you see? I'll never be the same, now that I've met you," she said quietly.
"Arizona?" I said, meeting her gaze.
"Yeah?"
"Do you wanna go steady?" I asked, smiling.
"Yes, please," she said, smiling. "Give me butterflies, Calliope."
I smiled, stepped forward, and took her lips with mine.
Arizona and I retreated to my bedroom a little before 3am. Christina, convinced that she'd never get any sleep, shuffled her way back over the hospital. I slowly stripped Arizona of her clothes and took off my own. We crawled into my bed and slipped between the sheets. We lay facing each other, her arms wrapped around my bare back, our warm breasts pressed together. I tucked a stray piece of her blonde hair behind her ear.
"Alright," she sighed. "You can make one sarcastic comment about tonight and then we're dropping it, okay?"
I smiled broadly. I had been waiting for the opportunity to let loose.
"I was just wondering if she showed you just how strong her hands really are," I said teasingly, making my voice wistful and seductive. "Did she sledgehammer you a prize at the carnival? With her lumberjack strength?" I laughed, kissing Arizona's chin. She couldn't help but smile, despite the fact that I was making fun of her date.
"Are you done?" she said, wriggling away from my pokes.
"Yes," I laughed. "I feel so much better, thank you."
"I'd rather see how strong your hands are," she whispered, her lips brushing mine as she spoke.
"You already know the answer to that," I replied.
"Show me again."
I gripped her lower back tightly and pulled her hips into mine. I let my nails dig into the skin near her ass, before grasping my way up her back. I could hear her breathing quicken. I rolled her effortlessly on top of me.
Enfolding my cheeks in her hands, she kissed me sincerely.
"You are so beautiful," she whispered. She dipped her head again, her tongue slowly stroking my bottom lip before delving into my mouth. I moaned involuntarily. If she wasn't so aroused herself I know she would smirk at having made me so crazy so quickly. Her kisses were long and languid, her tongue playing with mine in ways that I knew were indicative of something more.
I smoothed my hands over her shoulders, down her back and ever-so-lightly across her ass. I softly trailed my middle finger up and down the crack, teasing her. I felt her mouth twitch on my lips. Any twitch of hers could set my whole body on fire.
(And I thank God that no one else is making Arizona twitch but me).
Hugging her body to mine, I rolled her so that I was on top. Her cheeks were flushed already and I knew that mine probably were as well. Just a few kisses from her and the feel of her naked body against mine and I was incredibly wet. As she sat up to straddle me, I sat up with her, my thighs underneath hers.
We studied each other for a moment. God, she was gorgeous. I couldn't remember ever seeing someone more beautiful. My eyes filled with tears at the thought.
"What, baby?" she asked, her brows furrowed in concern. She brushed the hair out of my face. "What's wrong?"
"Arizona, I… I love you," I say.
"You do?" She asks, her face a mask of wonderment.
"I do."
"I love you, too" she responded, quickly pulling me by the neck into a deep kiss. When we broke for air, I rested my forehead against hers. Both of us smiling broadly. Feeling absolutely invincible. As I moved to kiss her mouth again, the annoyingly familiar buzz of a pager went off on the dresser. Sighing, she climbed off of me and walked across the room to retrieve it.
The page was obviously hers. She blew out her breath. "Thank god," she said, "I just need to call in for a sec." She shot me an apologetic smile.
I watched her on the phone as she stood, naked, giving another doctor her medication recommendations for a patient. As she hangs up, I am right behind her.
I wrap my arms around her, one across her stomach and the other across her breasts. She holds on to my forearms as she leaned back into me.
"I'm feeling a little possessive of you right now," I admit. "I can't stand the thought of you with someone else," I admitted. "Is that terrible?"
"No," she murmurs. "I'm yours for as long as you want me."
"I don't want to let go."
"So don't," she says, locking eyes with me in the mirror above the dresser.
My grip tightens involuntarily.
We both watch as I move my arm away from her chest, exposing her. Tenderly, I slide my hand up her torso until her breast is lying in my palm. The weight is so fucking perfect. All of it, mine. I feel her nipple tightening, constricting. Puckering as if waiting to be kissed. My heart beats infinitely faster.
I can't take my eyes away from hers as I continue kneading her breasts. Using both hands now, I squeeze them just a little harder than the situation warrants; I feel swept away by her in the way that makes me lose control. She doesn't mind. She exhales raggedly and leans back further into me.
I start to move my hands lower, down the crevice below her breasts and over her stomach. I run my nails across her protruding hip bones while I place a wet kiss onto her clavicle. I let my hand venture to the coarse, trimmed hairs above her sex.
Gripping my hand, Arizona guides me down to her center. I feel the heat before I feel the wetness. It is oozing off of her in palpable waves. I slowly part her folds with one finger and feel how wet she is. For a moment my eyes close in awe. I feel her clit softly beating against my fingertip, gaining power as I slowly circle it. She is so slick that I ease over every inch of her.
I go slow, too slow. I know. But I need her to feel this. See this. And in my own way, I need to claim it. Brand it into my memory. Even as I slide lower towards her opening, I keep this same desperately slow pace. I am rubbing her so slowly, but my aim is not to tease. I want to savor this lovemaking.
Arizona's head is laid back on my shoulder and her breathing is shallow but relaxed. I want her to feel relaxed. I want to show her what it means to have someone worship your body, because I certainly worship hers.
She turns her head so that her mouth is close to my ear. "You feel incredible," she whispers, followed by a soft moan as my fingers continue to explore her. "I bet you'd feel even better inside me."
Arizona's POV
The only way to keep Calliope from teasing me is to tease her – and she only needs to be teased a little bit before she absolutely breaks. I've learned this. That she is a sucker for dirty talk. That if I speak to her this sweetly, this innocently, she can't help but fuck me in the worst of ways (and by worst, I clearly mean best).
She smirks at me from behind, telling me that she knows what I'm doing, that it isn't going to work on her tonight, and yet I notice that her eyes have slid closed.
"Mmm, I'm not trying anything baby," I say sweetly, my hands resting on the dresser now. "I just thought you might want to feel how wet and tight I am for you." I make sure to bite my lower lip as she finds my eyes in the mirror and I can see how difficult I am truly making this for her.
She's still circling my clit slowly but I can tell I've interrupted her rhythm. She is shaking her head at me and before I know it, her free hand has grasped the back of my hair (the tug, as always, sending a thrill though my entire body).
"You're a bad girl," she purrs, her lips next to my ear. And her fingers are pressing just a bit harder now. I can feel just how swollen my clit is by how much of me she is able to touch.
"Punish me," I challenge her. But she is on to me.
"You'd love that, wouldn't you? I think I'm just going to take my time with you. Rub you nice and slow until it physically hurts you not to cum."
"Okay baby, if that's what you want. I just thought it might feel nice for you, to have me wrapped about your fingers… To be so deep inside me."
Her fingers are inching closer to my opening and I know she's slipping.
"I just thought I'd tell you," I say softly, "that you don't need permission to fuck me. Because this is your pussy."
"Fuck," she groans, and she can't keep her fingers from sliding all the way inside me. I gasp at the sensation I've been waiting for. My head tries to instinctively drop but she is tugging on my hair, keeping me upright so that we are still looking at each other.
"You're right," she says hoarsely. "It is tight."
"And wet," I add.
"So wet," she agrees, her fingers pushing inside of me hard, then pulling out slow. Over and over.
"I thought you'd like it," I say, purposefully demurely. I am grinding my hips down onto her fingers, trying to make her move faster, harder. I can feel myself dripping despite her fingers being inside me and my hands find their way to her hips behind me, digging in.
She hisses and I know that I am giving her just the right amount of pain to really turn her on. She sinks her teeth into the flesh on my shoulder and her fingers take on a life of their own. She is fucking me faster now, recklessly. I feel my pussy stretching to take her in and it feels absolutely otherworldly.
As I come, I feel my orgasm flood out of me. Her hands, my legs, covered; irrefutable proof of the pleasure she had given me.
Callie's POV
Later that night (rather, early that morning) we are lying in bed, both of our bodies spent from hours upon hours of lovemaking. I kiss her lips and look into her eyes. She is looking at me like she's seeing me for the first time. Like our first time, on the train.
Only this time she doesn't have to wonder who I am, or if I'll call. If we'll ever see each other again. If she's just done something crazy with an absolute stranger.
This time she has me where she wants me. And I'm not going anywhere.