AN: Hope everyone had a wonderful holiday and a happy new year. Here's the next chapter, I hope you like it. Enjoy.
Regaining my breath, I used my returning energy to flip us over, causing Callie to chuckle. "Someone's getting her strength back."
I smirked, "Don't flatter yourself. You're good, but you didn't put me out of commission."
Callie opened her mouth to shoot back, what I'm sure would have been a smart response, but I cut her off with my greedy mouth on hers. Leaning on my arms, I ravaged her mouth with my tongue, thoroughly enjoying her taste. Lowering myself slightly, we groaned as our slick chests pressed together. I ripped my lips from hers and moved to her throat, nibbling and licking a path down until I reached her breasts. Callie began to squirm underneath me, bucking her hips up to meet mine, seeking relief against my thigh. Hesitating slightly, I took a peaked nipple in my mouth, sucking hard. She whimpered and threaded her long fingers through my hair, holding on tightly. When I switched to lavish the other nipple with the same treatment, I felt Callie shake her head and grip my hair, pulling me up. "No teasing, please. I-I need you, now." Her voice was shaking and strained, indicating the truth in her words.
Pushing back the nerves that suddenly appeared, I trailed the hand that was resting on her hip down to her inner thigh. "Y-yessssss," she hissed as I let my trembling fingers glide between her saturated folds. The wetness I found had my desire returning with a vengeance. It had been a long time since I intimately touched a woman, and even then it was usually rushed and did not involve much emotion. This was different. She was wet for me, not because I was convenient or a quick thrill, but because she wanted me. This knowledge electrified me with new vigor. I wanted nothing more than for her to feel what I was feeling. My fingers delved deeper in her slit, and connected fully with her engorged bundle of nerves. She rewarded me with a fierce, upward thrash of her hips and a feral cry of pleasure. It alone nearly caused me to climax again. Craving her reactions, I slipped my fingers over her clit repeatedly, adding pressure and speed to my movements. Callie gripped my bicep holding me up with one hand as the other flew to my shoulder and dug in.
Her breaths were coming in short gasps, her eyes were screwed shut, and she moved desperately under me. It was beautiful. She started to whimper as she attempted to form words, finally uttering a breathy, "More." As I moved my fingers on instinct to finally bury myself in this amazing creature, she suddenly grabbed my wrist, halting my movements. Looking back into her now open eyes, I silently questioned her move to stop what she asked for. Callie licked her lips, and swallowed a few times, trying to control her breathing and hormones enough to speak. Finally, she spoke in a rough voice, "I-I have to confess something, first…"
Nervous, I pulled back a little to fully gaze in her eyes, "Ok…?"
Callie's face filled with vulnerability, her eyes shifted anxiously around the room, before returning to mine, "I-I, um,-I'm-" She paused and took a deep breath, settling her obvious nerves, "I think…I think I'm falling for you…" She nearly flinched as the words left her mouth, her body tensed under mine.
Sighing in relief, while simultaneously trying to calm my ecstatically flipping stomach, I whispered, "Look at me, Callie." When her gorgeous brown eyes finally met mine, I smiled, "I think I'm falling for you, too." I felt her body relax under me, her mouth widening in a relieved grin. I took this moment to quickly reposition my fingers and push into her without warning. She cried out at the welcome invasion as I whimpered at the feeling of her smooth heat surrounding my fingers. I wasted no time setting a swift pace, thrusting in and out of the exquisite Latina, listening to her body and moans to direct my movements. The arm supporting my weight quivered in exhaustion, but I ignored it. The pain in that arm had nothing on the exhilaration spreading from my other arm. My fingers burrowed deep into Callie, her walls greeting me with a vice grip. I could sense that she was close, so I took a page from her book and curled my fingers inside her. Her hips jerked up sharply to meet my hand and a scream tore from her throat. Ah, same thing. I dipped down to take her lips in a sloppy, but searing kiss as her insides started to shudder and her entire body went stiff. Pounding into her one more time with a twist of my fingers, she began shaking violently under me. I pulled back to witness the pleasant havoc I caused her body. Her face displayed pure ecstasy as she experienced the waves of pleasure followed by the after shocks. Her body glistened with sweat, and she moaned my name. Swallowing the lump that formed in my throat at the pure beauty, I eased myself down on her quieting body.
A few minutes later, Callie peeked her eyes open to see me watching her with my chin propped on her chest. She grinned goofily, "That was very not bad for someone who claims it's been a while…"
I beamed back at her, my fingers running up and down her sides, "Wow, what a flattering comment…"
She ran her fingers through my hair and down my back, "You should be flattered, you were incredible."
I tilted my head a bit and kissed her chest, "Ok, thank you, then." I shifted up to lay my head on her shoulder and wrapped my arm tightly around her mid section. I watched as my breath washed over her chest, causing goose bumps to pebble on a patch of skin. Her hand gently stroked my scalp and threaded through my hair, while the other glided up and down my arm. I sighed in contentment. "I like this…a lot."
Callie kissed my damp forehead, "Me, too." She flipped a light blanket over the top of us and snuggled even tighter against me.
As I felt her warmth and steady heartbeat lull me into a deep and satisfying sleep, only one vague thought flittered through my normally busy mind. I could do this forever.
A few hours later, I woke from a gratifying slumber, humming in comfort. Quickly recalling my current position and previous awe-inspiring activities, I blindly stretched to feel for the goddess of my dreams. Finding only cold sheets and rumpled blankets, I sat up, rubbing my bleary eyes. Clutching the blanket to my chest, I surveyed the room. Not seeing Callie, but hearing noises from downstairs, I slipped from the bed and pulled Callie's T-shirt over my head and slid my panties back on. Padding softly across the room, I ran my fingers through my unruly locks and pulled open the door. I descended the stairs with curiosity, following what I could now discern as voices.
As I rounded the bend, two figures came into view. I recognized the back of Callie immediately as she spoke animatedly with a male, who's face was hidden by Callie's head. Who would be here at this hour? I hesitated at the bottom of the staircase as they continued their conversation.
"I said, I've got it under control. Now, back off." Callie practically snarled at the other person as she gestured toward the door.
"This was the plan, I don't know why you're hesitating now, unless…you've gone soft?" I could hear the smirk through his agitation, but that's not what caused me to freeze in trepidation. I knew that voice.
My trembling feet inexplicably carried me nearer to the pair as Callie answered with a sharp retort, "I haven't gone soft, it's just not strategically wise to make a move yet. Now, get the hell out of my house, before I remove you myself." Her voice was laced with fury and something that sounded like desperation.
A mirthless laugh blasted from the man, "Not strategically wise? She's in your bed naked and defenseless, what more appropriate time could there be?" Darting his cold, green eyes towards my new visible position on the stairs, he added, "Well, actually, she's mostly naked on your stairs…but the idea is the same." Callie whirled around, a look of terror marring her features, as O'Malley continued, "Hello, Arizona. It's lovely to see you again…especially, this much of you." I could feel his eyes rake suggestively over my exposed form, but my eyes stayed locked with Callie's panicking brown orbs.
Gritting my teeth in attempt to fend off the nausea and fear gripping my insides, I forced myself to utter, "Callie, how do you know O'Malley?"
She gulped and shifted a little closer to me, gaping her mouth open a few times as she reached out meekly to me, "Arizona, I-I can…I can explain…"
When she made no move to finish that sentence, I shook my head in disdainful disbelief, "Then do it, now, because from where I'm standing it doesn't look so good." My voice shook with anxiety.
"I can explain it to you-" O'Malley starts with a smug grin.
Callie spun around and cut him off with a growl, "Get out, NOW!"
"Why should I? I'm here to finish the assignment, so I think I'll just do that, then I'll be on my way." He flourished his hand, igniting a ball of fire in his palm and cocking his arm back, aiming in my direction.
My breath hitched as I got ready to dodge his attack, but Callie stepped between us, and invaded his space, "Do it and I'll kill you. Leave." Her voice left no room for argument or doubt.
O'Malley paused in contemplation, then held up his hands, and began to back away, "Fine, but I'm reporting you, Calliope. I think that you're change of heart will be very interesting to the Triad. And, I'll be seeing you, Arizona." With one last sneer in our direction, he vanished from the living room, leaving the two of us.
As he disappeared, I registered his words, and focused back on Callie with wide eyes, "Wait…Calliope? As in the infamous Siren, Calliope?" It couldn't be.
Guilt flashed across her face as she winced and diverted her eyes.
I held up my hand and started to take an unsteady step back, shaking my head, "No…no…you can't be…I mean, I would have sensed you…" Panic and pain coursed through my veins, restricting my ability to see or breathe. No way could I have not known that she was from the UnderWorld.
"I'm…I'm half human…my mother was a siren and my dad was human. My human half allows me to blend almost imperceptibly with humans. That's what makes me perfect for these types of missions-" She sucked in a breath as she stopped mid-sentence, realization of the implications of her words stopping her.
My heart plummeted and my stomach clenched in agony, making it only possible to mumble, "Mission?" Sirens were aides of the UnderWorld, used to seduce forces of good to corrupt, convert or kill them. They were designed for attraction, making them particularly dangerous. And, she said mission, which means she was sent to take me down.
Callie turned away from me, "O'Malley hired me to weaken you. By tempting you, I could speed up your fall and make it easier for him to kill you and take your powers. I agreed, but you have to know that I quit after I met you. I promise-"
Feeling the familiar anger coil and explode in my being, I scoffed, "I'm sure you did…so, you knew I was an angel this whole time?" I asked rhetorically. She stayed silent in shame, allowing me to continue, "And, how did they even know to send you…I mean, a woman? I was married to a man in my previous life…" I don't know why I singled that out, but I was having trouble processing everything.
Callie flinched, "Tim knew, and they got it from his mind when they…" Her voice was guilty and nearly apologetic.
"Of course," I muttered, swallowing the bile rising in my throat and trying to hold my heart together. A sudden thought caused me to flick my eyes back to hers, rage consuming my soul, my voice came out strangled, "So, you helped kill Timothy?"
Callie's eyes grew wide, "No! No, I was brought in on the case later. After the trap failed, O'Malley approached me because of my reputation…and you know the rest…"
The anger conceded as white hot pain seared through me, causing me to whisper, "So…I was just a mark to you…and you and I, we were just your job…" This hurt more than I could ever imagine anything hurting.
Callie looked into my blazing eyes and slowly shook her head, "At first, yes…but, then, no. I was supposed to lure you, then turn you over to O'Malley…but, I couldn't-"
A thought occurred to me, "That night, after dinner, in the alley…he was there because that was supposed to be a trap for me…that you set up." Tears pricked at my eyes, I thought it was weird for him to just show up like that.
Callie looked at the floor and nodded, before continuing, "I called him off that night, justifying that it had been the wrong moment…but, every second I spent with you made me want more. You make me feels things I've never felt before. I truly care about you, Arizona, please believe me." She walked a few more steps until she was standing directly in front of me, she tentatively placed her hand on my cheek, willing me to trust her.
I watched as hundreds of emotions filtered through those deep, chocolate eyes that I had found comfort in. I replayed every moment of the two of us had together, searching for clues to her intentions. Many things made sense now. That night in the alley, how she initially pulled back from the first kiss, how she seemed nearly as tortured and overwhelmed by our connection as I was, how she seemed to appear out of nowhere, how she seemed to good to be true, the cinnamon roll. Many moments pointed to her deceit and many pointed to her current confession. My cheek tingled from her touch and desire to believe her clutched my breaking heart. I needed to trust that she was telling me the truth…
Gently grasping her hand from my cheek, I took a few slow steps back, "Karev! Avery!"
Almost instantly the two warriors appeared beside me, waiting for instruction, "This is Calliope, the siren." I couldn't trust her now.
Callie's eyes widened in horror, "Arizona, please…" Seeing me break eye contact and the men advance, she called out, "Addison!" Flames sparked beside Callie as the gorgeous, tall red head from the café materialized to her right. Another lie. Clearly, she was not her ex named Jami. And, I also now recognized her as the woman I ran into the day I followed her into the stores. The second she emerged, my side attacked and a battle commenced. Flashes of various colors of light illuminated the large room and sounds of shattering glass and flying objects filled the air. Bodies skidded harshly on the floor while others dove for cover. I briefly caught Callie's eyes as she crouched behind the recliner. Regret, anger, hurt, passion and need bounced between us in those tiny few seconds of connection before it was broken for the last time.
Pain began to overwhelm my system and tears sprung to my eyes. Callie was a trap. I was her prey. She seduced me for O'Malley. I let her. I backed away from the battle, unnoticed and unimportant in the moment. I couldn't feel my body, the only feeling existing for me was anguish. As the tears started to cascade down my cheeks, I released a desperate whisper, "Teddy…" Within seconds, a warm arm slipped around my waist, supporting me just as my legs gave out. Then, darkness.
AN: Dun, dun, dun. I'm really curious to hear what you all think about this part. I know many of you have speculated about Callie's true identity and it made me really nervous that someone was going to blow it before I got to say it! I hope I didn't disappoint.