A/N: So, I had half of this chapter written since over a week ago, but the sun decided to make an appearance in the last week and when you live where I do, you take as much advantage of sunshine where you can, hence the delay with all my stories. I'm hoping to update some of the other stories before Sunday. I wanna dedicate this chapter to OliveGrey whose name I coincidentally used in the last chapter!ha Anywho, I hope you like it, didn't do a great job of proof reading it through my exhaustion so I apologise for any mistakes! :) Let me know what you think :)
The sound of birds chirping disturbed me from my unconscious state; a slight throbbing in my temple arrived shortly after my first attempt at opening my eyes, the single line of sunlight streaming through a crack in the shutters did nothing to ease my minor affliction; bringing one hand up to rub gentle circles at the source of my discomfort, I finally noticed where my other hand was occupied. Shifting my body slightly to the left, I noticed my other arm cradling the peaceful blonde that was nestled into me, she was perfect, angelic in her slumbered state, the alcohol induced haze I had been in last night had done nothing to cloud my memory, there was no question or curiosity in my mind of how we had ended up in this position, I remembered every last detail of my boldness in dragging her in here and attacking her with my lips. I could lie here and pretend to myself that the alcohol had made me do it but it would be of no use, although it wasn't pre-meditated, I felt no regret, in fact, I was rather pleased with myself, I had been trying so hard to fight with myself since I got here, it felt good to finally surrender my inhibitions. I couldn't help but smile to myself in self satisfaction.
"Stop it." A dreamy voice croaked, muffled by the pillow into which the owner's face lay buried.
My face dropped in panic at the realisation of getting caught watching her sleep.
"What?" I enquired innocently, in an attempt to act aloof.
"Stop watching me sleep, it's weird." She moved her head so that she was now looking up at me, her beautiful blue eyes still heavy from sleep.
"I-I wasn't…I was-"
"You were." She cut across my pathetic attempt at covering for myself. Leaning up to reach my level, she placed a soft kiss to my cheek, which caused me to blush bashfully. "Good morning."
I exhaled, releasing the tension that had built up inside in me, looking down, I offered her a warm, friendly smile, surrendering to the argument I could never have won. "Good morning yourself."
"So…" She proceeded with caution, clearly afraid that I may try and back track on my actions of last night, which, I'll admit, had crossed my mind briefly, but looking into her baby blues, I soon decided, there was nowhere in the world I'd rather be. "What's on the agenda for today?"
I lay back into my pillow, smirking playfully at the ceiling fan above my head, before responding, "Well… I was thinking of whipping up some breakfast…"
"Mmmm?" She encouraged during the momentary pause I took, her curiosity obviously piquing.
"And then I was planning on spending the afternoon with this blonde I met recently."
"Oh reaaally?" She humoured, tracing her fingers the length of my arm. "She must be pretty awesome to warrant a whole afternoon."
"Mmmneh, she's ok… kind of a goofball actually- Owh" I feigned hurt after she swatted my arm, laughing as I noticed the playful pout that had formed on her mouth; unable to resist, I leaned closer until I could feel her warm breath on my skin. "I was kidding… dork." I teased before finally closing the gap and placing my lips chastely against hers. There was nothing rushed about it, it was gentle and welcoming, and it felt so good to simply embrace my feelings.
A smile formed on her mouth as she attempted to speak while refusing to break contact. "So, what was that you said about breakfast?"
I laughed into the kiss, reluctantly pulling away, a smile playing across my features at her groan of protest. "You're right, best get started on that."
I made my way to the kitchen, surprised to see how clean my surroundings were. After the crowd that had been here last night, I was expecting something resembling a dumpsite this morning, instead, I was greeted with perfectly clear walkways and a very inviting smell of lemon zest; not so much as one can littered the coffee table.
I walked into the kitchen to find a carefully placed post-it stuck to the fridge.
Gone out for the day. Mark got called to work, so you're on your own. (or by the looks of it, not so much ;) ).
Addie x
I smiled at the familiar handwriting of my friend; although I was slightly sad that I wouldn't be seeing her all day, I was happy that I would have time alone with Arizona, what I was feeling was really alien to me and I didn't really want to explain it to the others without having come to some sort of conclusion myself.
"What's that?" A voice sounded from over my shoulder, it was a lot more perky than it had been ten minutes ago.
"Oh, s'nothing." I mumbled, crumbling the small piece of paper into a ball and throwing it in the nearest trash can. "So, waffles?"
We had eaten our breakfast in a comfortable silence, stealing glances and knowing smiles, I felt like a teenager with a crush, it seemed so juvenile to behave in such a manner, we were both grown ups after all, but I knew it had more to do with me than her.
"Have you heard anything about your suitcase yet?" Arizona questioned as I rummaged through Addison's closet in search of something for the both of us to wear, I tensed at the memory, our attempt at shopping had been quite unsuccessful, to say the least.
"Nope. Nothing at all." I answered indifferently, though slightly annoyed at the reminder of the airline's incompetence.
"Well, maybe we could go shopping?" She offered kindly, but I shook my head in the negative, Addison would kill me if I awarded someone else the privilege of dragging me through countless stores, using any excuse to spend money.
"Thanks, but I promised Addison I'd go with her." She nodded in understanding. "Maybe we could just hangout, go see a movie? Or the park?" I suggested, hoping to wash away the momentary disappointment that flashed across her face.
"Yeah. The park sounds great." She bounced on the balls of her feet in excitement. She was so cute, dimples on show, hopping about like a small child getting rewarded with a day out.
Stepping outside into the bitter Autumn air, I was thankful for Addison's usually unnecessary amount of oversized sweaters, hats and scarves; although mine fit comfortably snug (Addison was a little smaller than me), Arizona looked beyond adorable, she was smaller than Addie in both height and size and the already large sweater appeared to swallow her up, falling just above her knees.
"What?" She questioned self consciously, her piercing blue eyes watering due to the sting of the air.
A small blush crept onto my cheek at having been caught staring for the second time today. "You just- you look cute, all snugged up like that."
She smiled a mixture of relief and appreciation. God she looks amazing when she's bashful, I thought to myself; I was surprised with my reactions to her today, I had been fighting with myself since I met her and now I was watching her unabashedly and letting my thoughts run riot; what surprised me even more was how unafraid I was of these thoughts, I was welcoming them, embracing them even.
I was drawn from my thoughts upon feeling a cold hand graze reluctantly against my warm one, seemingly testing the water, before becoming braver and slowly interlinking our fingers. My immediate response was to tense at the new sensation, but I quickly relaxed into it.
"God your hand are freezing." I spoke, letting her know I was fully aware of the handholding and not thinking of breaking away any time soon.
She seemed to relax at my words, thankfully understanding their purpose. "Yup, hands and feet, always cold, but at least it gives me a good reason to use any excuse to warm them up." She winked at her closing words, falling back into the confident women I was more familiar with.
We were no more than ten minutes from the apartment and had fallen into an easy discussion about our favourite Broadway musicals, which, I'll admit, turned into a slight debate between whose opinion was better, I of course argued on behalf of Spamalot, insisting it was by far the most entertaining and best cast show in New York, she disagreed, stating that, while she enjoyed the show, nothing holds a candle to the 'toe-tapping joy that is Hairspray'. I laughed at how seriously she took it, explaining in detail it's greatness and even attempting a few lines from 'Welcome to the 60s', before deciding that she needn't prove herself any further. I thrilled at how little effort it took, just being with her made me feel happy.
I grew excited as we neared our destination, I loved Central Park but rarely got the chance to visit it when I came to the city, something I always regretted on my way home. My excitement however, was quickly diminished as, out of literally nowhere, the skies opened up and rain and hailstone thundered down around us. Instinctively, I pulled Arizona under the nearest tree, drawing her close as I noticed her shiver. She edged closer to me, careful to keep a comfortable distance between us; I can't say I was surprised by her action, she seemed to have grown used to my constant pulling away whenever she took a step that was bigger than a baby's.
"Guess the park's out." She sighed, puffing out her cheeks, a tiny pout curving her mouth.
"Guess so." I concurred. "So, back to the apartment for a movie?"
Her head snapped up in record time to look at me, she attempted to make her expression look somewhat casual, but I could tell I had taken her off guard with my suggestion. "Really?" She asked, hopeful.
I nodded 'yes' in response and began dragging her down the street at an almost run, knowing a cab in New York in the rain was about as useful as a pedal bike in quick sand.
Once we had dried off and Arizona had picked a movie, I grabbed a blanket and situated myself next to her on the couch. She snuggled in closer to me, using the cold hands and feet excuse to steal more of the blanket, I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy the close proximity, she smelt so inviting, I wanted to reach closer and encase her in my arms, but I managed to restrain myself, that was, until she shuffled even closer, at which point I could resist no more. I sighed contentedly as the movie began, grateful when I noticed it was Psycho, which I had seen countless times so at least I would still be able to discuss and comment on it once it ended, knowing full well my attention would be elsewhere for the film's duration.
The movie is barely half way in when I notice a change in the atmosphere, Arizona's breathing has become more tense as has her body, I gently stroke her arm, hoping it will lure her back into the previously comfortable position we shared. It seemed to work a little, she eased back into my arms, stretching her own across my hips after a few minutes; moving slightly under the fabric of my t-shirt, the tips of her fingers, slipping barely into the waistband of my pajama bottoms. I felt my own breath hitch at the newly entered territory, it's not that it wasn't welcome, just, unexpected and if I'm honest, a little scary, this was all well and good under dutch courage but in the reality of sober light I didn't feel like so much of a rockstar. But I didn't protest, and when I didn't she grew bolder, sliding her hand further into my pants, fingers teasing lightly over the fabric of my underwear. I shut my eyes as the feeling of desire washed over me, sneaking a glance at the blonde in my arms whose gaze was still fixed firmly on the television screen, I noticed the corners of her mouth curl up into a barely noticeable, mischievous smile, informing me she was satisfied with her progress. Normally I wouldn't allow such a tease the satisfaction of thinking they had me quite yet, but I was too curious to not go along with her little game, instead choosing to observe passively, for now at least.
Her fingers continue to dance excruciatingly slowly over my underwear; I can feel my breathing growing ever more shallow until eventually, it becomes litterally impossible to withhold the tiny whimper of want that has been so desperately trying to escape. That's all she needs. Shifting her body, she leans up ever so slightly, taking my lips in a chaste kiss. Unable to take it any longer, I grab the back of her head and kiss her with more force than even I had been expecting, she moaned into my mouth as I pushed my tongue inside her warm cavern without waiting for permission, pushing my hips slightly upwards, placing more pressure where I need her most, fingers and destination still separated by the offensive garment.
She breaks away from the kiss, bringing her attention to my neck, pecking and sucking her way down, I throw my head back instinctively, allowing her more access, only to have it snap straight back up as she bites with just the right amount of pressure on my collar bone; I gasp harshly and I feel her smile against my skin as she once again turns her attention to sucking the pulse point on my neck, delighting in the reactions she's eliciting from me.
"Arizona." I manage groan desperately in a raspy voice.
She pulls away, looking me straight in my eyes as though looking for confirmation; satisfied when I didn't falter, she leans close to my ear, biting down on my earlobe before whispering seductively. "Spread them."
I obey without hesitation, my every instinct running on desire and adrenaline.
She moves her hand slightly, dipping it into my underwear, moaning into our now heated kiss as she feels the true extent of just how much I want her. I feel a jolt of electricity fly through me as she enters a single finger into my soaking folds.
She begins at a steady pace, but I am left with no choice but to pull away from her mouth, desperate for air as she begins to gather momentum with the addition of a second finger; a strangled moan catches in my throat. The sound of how wet I am as her fingers pump in and out, heightens my arousal even more and I tighten my legs around her hand, forcing her in deeper; grinding against her. She once again breaks away from our kiss, licking slowly from my neck up to my ear, breathing heavily. I bite down hard on my lips to keep me from screaming as I feel her fingers curl inside of me and my walls begin to tighten. "Let go." She whispers, pushing her tongue the tiniest bit out of her mouth to lick my earlobe before capturing it in her mouth and sucking; gasping in anticipation, I tug lightly on her blonde curls, urging her face towards mine, attacking her lips, needing to taste her as I felt myself on the very verge of my climax, she feels it too, pulling my head back by my hair, she bites down on my neck. I lose all control, griping tightly to the cushiony fabric of the sofa, my body begins to convulse with pleasure. Her biting turns to feathery kisses over the marked skin, pushing her fingers delicately further into me until my body comes to a standstill. She pulls away, looking me directly in the eye as she removes her hand from my pajamas, bringing her fingers closer to her mouth, I notice in my peripheral vision, how they glisten in the light of the televsion, before she surrounds them with her lips, sucking off my juices without ever breaking the intense contact of our gaze.
I move a little away from her, breaking our stare for the first time, rising from the sofa, I move across the room towards the hallway leading to the bedrooms; turning around, I notice her slightly slumped on the couch, head hanging just a little.
"You coming?" I call gently from my position, extending my hand to her. She looks up, giving me a seductive smile, blue eyes darkening with lust, she stands from the couch and follows my lead.