Okaaaay, so this is the end guys! Thanks so much for all the reviews and I hope to see them in future stories to come :)
Chapter 8
Erica was slammed against the elevator wall, tan hands roaming her freely. She couldn't help but moan as a hand found its way up her blouse to cup a concealed breast. The blonde's tongue had been fighting for dominance the entire time, but once she felt a warm knee pry its way between her legs, she let herself be taken. When the doors finally opened to the designated floor, Erica was pulled into a cool, dimly lit hallway. By the time they had reached the right door, neither woman could take the limited actions any longer. Callie had pressed the blonde against the door while frantically kissing her and searching for her key. After the struggle of finding the key, she was challenged with the task of getting the key into the keyhole and getting her lover to her bedroom. Erica tried to suppress a laugh as the Latina groaned in frustration, unable to fulfill her task of opening the door. "Just stop and open it, Cal." Blue-grey eyes met frustrated chocolate ones. "I can't, I have to be touching you, Erica. I can't break the connection or I'll go insane." Before Erica could reply, she heard a click and smiled, a look of relief and pure lust washing over her. Callie was now pushing the older woman into the apartment, determined not to let go until they were safely in her bedroom. "Dr. Hahn? Callie? It's 1 in the morning! I need sleep, damn it!" Both women stopped and looked around to see a sleepy Cristina glaring at them through hooded eyes. "Then go to Owen or Meredith's place! I need to get down on Dr. Hahn." Both Cardio nuts looked surprised at the woman's words, but neither protested and the lovers proceeded to their destination. When they were finally there, they broke apart. Taking a moment to not only catch their breaths, but also to take in the moment that was about to occur. Erica's eyes were now darkened with lust, and Callie's shined with pure pleasure. Before either had a chance to speak, the Latina was propelling Erica towards the bed, her lips latched on to her neck. "Mmm, you, Ms. Hahn, smell intoxicating. I don't think I will ever get used to your wonderful scent." The blonde only smiled, unable to speak as the woman bit lightly on her clavicle before soothing the mark with her tongue. "And you, Ms. Torres, have far too many clothes on. Allow me to fix that." Erica took her time in removing Callie's shirt, making sure to touch her lightly every few inches, and smirked as she groaned in frustration. "Ericaaaaa, don't!" This only egged the blonde on further, using her nails to make slow, light trails up and down her back, making sure to avoid the lacy red bra that still clung to the Latina. Finally Erica made one last painfully slow trail up Callie's back before unclasping the garment and removing it to reveal full, tanned breasts. Tan hands quickly made their way to the woman's jeans, trying to dispose of the rest herself. When soft, creamy-white hands slapped them away, they quickly switched to the bottom of Erica's shirt. Before the blonde knew what was going on, her arms were being thrust into the air and her blouse had vanished, leaving a black bra to keep her incredibly turned on lover from what she wanted. Erica decided to dispose of the bra herself, removing it slowly and carefully. When she was finally bare, she watched chocolate eyes roam her chest. "I believe we still have more to discover, Dr. Torres." Her hands moved to the buttons on Callie's jeans, almost ripping it off in sheer desire. She made quick work of the zipper and slowly slid the jeans down around tanned ankles. As soon as she had stepped out of them, Callie was pouncing on Erica's slacks, working much quicker than the blonde. She had all but yanked down the slacks and almost pushed her lover out of them. "Lay down, Erica. Let me show you how much I've missed you." Erica felt her eyes widen, and knew that they had darkened even more. It was things like this that really made the surgeon feel loved. When her lover would talk to her, demand something and make it sound still full of care and love. The blonde sat on the bed and inched her way backwards on it to lay down fully. An instant later Callie was on top of her, straddling her hips and kissing her passionately. Erica's hands entwined into the soft, raven locks and closed her eyes, sighing deeply. She let out a little gasp when she felt a warm hand on her breast, massaging it carefully and swiping a thumb over her already hardened peak. As one was given that treatment, the other received loving strokes of the tongue, the tip swirling around her erect bud. After several minutes of this long, quiet procedure, the hand and tongue alternated, giving the opposite breast the pleasure the other had just received. Soon, Erica couldn't take it, she tried pushing Callie farther down, directing her to where she needed her most, but the Latina didn't budge. The most she did was begin a slow, painful trail of open-mouth kisses, when she reached her navel, she swirled her tongue around it and dipped it in. After an approving gasp from the blonde, she repeated the procedure a few more times before continuing lower. When she reached the beginning of her sex, Callie stopped. Erica whipped her head up to stare at the woman. "Cal, what the h—oh!" Before Erica had had a chance to finish, a warm tongue began to stroke her slit, up and down, just barely a touch, but enough to be torturous. When the blonde's hands tightened in Callie's hair, she decided to go for it. Callie made one more stroke before dipping her tongue into Erica's entrance, not entering fully just yet. After a hoarse moan escaped Erica's lips, another was building as the tongue became harder and rough. "Cal… please, don't—oh god, don't stop!" That's all the Latina had needed to hear. She made one long, hard stroke before sucking the blonde's clit into her mouth, lashing her tongue against it every few seconds. Erica felt herself begin to climax, and as she did, she also felt two fingers enter her. This time a soft cry escaped her lips, her head lolling back and hands tightening even more in her lover's raven locks. Her walls tightened around the pumping fingers, she was almost there. Another finger entered her and that's all it took. Her hips arched off the bed and she cried out Callie's name several times as she rode out her orgasm. When she finally relaxed again, Callie licked her clean and slid up her body to meet her for a heated kiss. Erica moaned as she tasted herself on her lips. Desperate for more, she took the Latina's glistening fingers and sucked them into her mouth, eyes rolling back in pleasure. When she had licked them clean, she met wide chocolate eyes, swimming with desire. Erica went to speak but was interrupted by a shrill beeping that turned out to be her pager. This time she went to apologize when another pager went off, this time clearly Callie's. The rolled away from each other and checked the message, seeing it was a 911 trauma. As they got dressed, Erica promised Callie she would return the favor when they finished up. The Latina just smiled and pulled her pants on.
Erica and Callie walked up to the entrance of Seattle Grace the next day, ready to face everyone at work. They searched each other's eyes for a while before lacing their hands together and heading inside. They were officially a couple, and not even the hospital would keep them apart this time.
THE END!
So I'm not all that happy with the ending, but I was kinda in a rush since I'll be gone for two weeks starting tomorrow... When I get back I'll be talking with Lioness222 on a team story! I also have future ones in mind by just moi! Hopefully the ending wasn't too too awful. love ya all!
~Rainbow4imagination~