A/N: Seem to be on top form with updating today! Now all my main fics, hopefully I'll remain in the zone... I do have some college exams coming up but I also have a whole day off Saturday and most of Friday off so here's hoping my inspiration will last! ;) ... Also, can I ask, thoughts on a glee/grey's crossover AU fic? It really won't matter if you're a Glee fan or not... but I'd like to know your guys' opinion? It'd be mostly Calzona and Brittana with the other characters making an appearance here and there. Also, I'd like to extend a thank you to ozlawstudent for all the support!
I woke up wrapped securely in Callie's protective hold. I savoured every second I spent with her, the past few days had been amazing but I couldn't shake the feeling that she'd snap out of her newfound acceptance of her feelings and retreat back to the original fight against what I knew, she truly wanted.
After our first night together, after the party that is, things got a little awkward. Post our little fumble on the couch we made our way to the bedroom, I knew she was inexperienced when it came to women, which is why I typically avoid newborns, but something about Callie intrigued me, I just couldn't put my finger on what. As we began getting more intimate and more clothes began finding a new home on the floor, she stopped. At first I feared that her hesitation had returned but thankfully, this was not the case, no, instead I was presented with a whole new issue: nerves.
Calliope exhibited such a hardcore, fearless demeanour, nerves were the last thing I had expected to encounter. What surprised me even more was that she voiced her apprehension to me. I tried to comfort her, tried to assure her things would be fine, to just go with what she felt was right but I could tell this would be easier said than done. She was so vulnerable, it was an entirely surreal side to her, so polar opposite to what I had so far witnessed, but it just made me like her more.
Having avoided newborns most of my life, this was not a problem I had ever really encountered, but I understood it, she was going out of her comfort zone and I had to be patient, so instead, we cooled things down and cuddled until we fell asleep.
That had been just over a week ago, and I kept my promise to myself not to rush things. Surprisingly, I learned quite a lot from this new approach to dating, it's amazing how much better you can get to know another person when sex isn't such a distracting factor and I know a week isn't very long on the large scale of the world, but considering we had spent the best part of every day and night together, I felt like I'd known her for years.
It seemed to work well for her too, I think it eased her into her decision to go with her feelings rather than her head. Hanging out without any of the usual relationship type pressures made her feel less obligated to act like a couple and in turn allowed her to feel more comfortable with me as a friend. We hadn't discussed what exactly was going on with us, which bothered me a little, I usually like to know where I stand with people, nor had we discussed how long each of us were staying in New York, I was afraid to ask her in case she freaked out and ran, but I figured asking how long she would be around for couldn't do much harm.
"What?" She croaked, her voice hoarse from sleep.
"Huh?" I questioned, snapping out of my musings.
"You look like there's something on your mind." She answered, shifting her body so that she was facing me.
"I thought you were sleeping?" It amazed me how perceptive she was, she could read me eerily well.
"Mmm barely." She stated plainly. "So, what's on your mind?"
"I was just- I was just wondering how long you're staying in New York for?" I asked my question cautiously, hoping it didn't come out as needy.
She laughed at the simplicity of what had been nagging at me. "It's undetermined."
"What do you mean?" I was honestly puzzled by her response.
"I sort of hadn't come here with a set time period… I have some time off work and I kind of just needed to get away for a while, so, I was planning on staying until I don't feel the need to be away anymore." Like most times I asked questions about why she was in New York, I felt like there was more to the story but I knew better than to push her. "So, I was thinking maybe we could do something tonight? Addison and Mark are both working so we have the place to ourselves…"
The swift change in topic was not uncommon when the subject of her being in New York arose, but I was surprised with the tone of her diversion. It sounded distinctly suggestive. As much as I wanted to just go with it, the thought that she may be using the prospect of sex as a distraction from further enquiries played instantly on my mind.
"Are you sure you wouldn't rather go out?" I wanted to let her know that waiting wasn't an issue. She brought her hand up to cup my cheek and looked deeply into my eyes with her hypnotizing brown orbs.
"I'm sure." She spoke seriously before closing the gap between us and capturing my lips in a beautifully chaste kiss.
"So, what's going on with you and your new lady loooove?" Teddy queried as we sat down for lunch in her apartment. "I mean, I've barely seen you since you got here, isn't the whole purpose of your visit to help me plan my wedding?"
I knew she was just teasing. Teddy had been my best friend since college; I knew she was happy that I had found someone I was actually interested in, it was, after all, a very rare occurrence, and besides, her wedding was weeks away and most of the preparations were covered.
"Oh Theodora, what else could there possibly be to organise?" I teased back in an exaggerated British accent. She laughed at my petty attempt and patted me with joking sympathy on the hand, before returning to her food.
"So, you wanna grab dinner with me and Henry tonight?" She asked, taking a bite from one of the carrot sticks on her plate.
"As much as I'd love to play third wheel to you and your fiancé, I have plans."
"Shocking." She joked. "So, you gonna invite her to the wedding?"
I stopped short at her question, I hadn't even thought about asking Callie to be my date.
She looked at me, awaiting the answer, apparently trying to read the thoughtful expression on my face.
"I- should I?" It wasn't like me to be so unsure of things, I had done the dating thing a million times; I pride myself on being a gold star lesbian, but something about this situation with Callie left me feeling all different kinds of wonderful, but also, a lot of uncertainty about how to approach situations, she wasn't as easy to predict as other women I'd dated.
"I don't see why not, I mean, you guys seem to be getting along well and unless you wanna go alone, I don't think you really have any other option!" She winked, letting me know she was kidding.
I smiled warmly at her and nodded my head decisively. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm gonna ask her."
I had come to Callie's apartment with the intention of asking her to come as my date to Teddy's wedding, I had gone over a hundred thousand times what I'd say, I knew it was a very strong possibility she'd decline, most of the time we had spent together had been within the four walls of the apartment and when we had gone out, we behaved more like friends that anything else, there was no hand holding or stolen kisses, we presented ourselves very platonically in public, and I was ok with that, this was new for her, it was important that she felt comfortable, so it was very important that I approach it carefully, but all thoughts had flown right out of my mind when she opened the door dressed in black short shorts and a fitted red vest top.
"I feel a little over dressed." I remarked, eyeing her curvaceous frame, then pointing towards my own body, clad in tight jeans and an oversized cardigan. I rejoiced as my words garnered one of Calliope's infectious laughs.
"Nope, you look great." She said, grabbing my hand and pulling me into the apartment.
"Okaaay, so what's with the clothes, or lack there of?" I rose my eyebrows. "It is November."
"Well, after you brought the duration of my stay to my attention this morning, I got thinking, and since I have no definite answer, I figured I may as well make myself comfortable, so I talked to Addison about painting the guest room and she's cool with it, so I went to the hardware store and bought some supplies; I figured you could help me paint it, make it a little more 'me'."
I couldn't help but smile. "Well, you're gonna have to give me something to change into coz I ain't getting paint on these jeans." I winked, earning me another melodic laugh. "So what colour are we going for?"
She led me to the bedroom and presented me with a change of clothes, holding one of the paint buckets in the air, as I geared up. I paused, pulling the oversized t-shirt she had given me, down slowly, unsure of how to respond to her colour choice.
"What?" She asked, her face looking slightly panicked.
"It's just… don't you think it's a little… frowny?"
She scrunched her face. "Frowny?"
"Edgy." I countered playfully. Callie released a chuckle as her features softened, pouring the contents of the paint bucket into another container and handing me a brush.
"Don't you think a brighter colour would be a little more… I don't know, homey?" I was all for self expression, but could never understand how someone couldn't self express with happy colours.
"I'd rather not live in an Easter basket thank you very much." She joked.
I put my hands in the air in surrender. "Okay, okay, bat cave it is."
We had been painting for a little over half an hour, dancing wildly to the radio, feeling the beat rush through my body, movements becoming more wild. I threw my hands in the air as the beat reached it's climax which resulted in the fresh blob of paint I had placed on my brush, flying a few inches away, landing squarely on Callie's cheek. I froze instantly.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry." I apologised through a fit of giggles at the look of utter shock on her face.
She turned to me, her expression unreadable, moving closer until our bodies touched, my breath hitched as her breath danced across my lips. I closed my eyes and lightly puckered, waiting for the tiny gap to disappear, but instead of feeling Callie's warm, full lips on mine and the delicious taste that was uniquely her, I was met with rough bristles and the strong smell of paint. Realising what had happened, I opened my eyes only to be met with a cheeky smirk on Calliope's beautiful face.
"Ooooh, so that's how you wanna play it Torres? Well, you've messed with the wrong girl." I threatened playfully, edging towards her, brush outstretched.
"Bring it on Robbins." She challenged, leaning down to dip her brush into the nearby paint can, never breaking eye contact.
Knowing I couldn't get close enough to her to run my own brush over her skin, I opted for the more practical approach of flicking it at her, splattering paint in little blotches over her form.
She chose to be more brave, running at me, ready to attack. I side stepped, causing her to trip over her feet, as she fell to the floor, I reached my arms out to catch her, but her already unsteady balance somehow knocked me backwards, resulting in me lying flat on my back, with her hovering above me, paintbrush inches from my face, a satisfied look in her eyes as we both took in ragged breaths.
"I guess this means you win." I whispered quietly, still trying to steady my breathing.
She shook her head in the negative. "Nuh-uh… it's a tie." She whispered even quieter in response, leaning down and crashing our lips together. It was heated from the word go, tongues battling for dominance, she dropped her brush to the side and brought her hands up to tangle in my hair; I moaned into the kiss which encouraged her ever more.
She moved her hand to the end of my shirt, reluctantly breaking the kiss to remove it, then sitting up so that she was straddling me and removing her own top. I looked up at her in awe, the dim light shining perfectly, enhancing her glorious curves, I knew what a big step this was for her and wanted her to feel comfortable, trying to convey everything I was feeling with just a look, I noticed a change in her, a confidence that seem to exceed all I had seen in her before, she leaned back down, capturing my mouth again, this time, we both groaned loudly at the skin on skin contact combined with the way we fit so perfectly together. I dragged my finger nails over each curve of her torso, delighting at the softness of her body. She ran her hand up my thigh, reaching for the button of the denim shorts she had provided me with and opening with one flick of her skilful fingers. She showed no hesitation before dipping her hands inside my underwear and running a single finger along my slick folds, I arched into her touch, aching for more contact. I could feel her smirk against my lips at the reactions she was invoking in me, which were only heightened as she lightly brushed against my swollen clit.
She moved her lips from mine, placing one last kiss on my mouth when I whimpered at the loss of contact, which I quickly forgave her for as she began placing delicate kisses down the length of my body. She paused once she reached her destination, her breath lightly tickling my soaked core, I tugged at her hair forcing her eyes to meet mine, hoping to reassure her, but there was no reluctance in her eyes, only pure lust. Without further hesitation, she lowered her head and slid her tongue up through my wet folds, garnering a well deserved moan of pleasure from me. I could feel my climax build within me as she added two fingers to the mix, pumping in and out at well timed rhythm, a guttural moan lodged in my throat at the sensation, I tugged a her hair as I felt my arousal reach it's pique, I had no control of my breathing, in fact, I was surprised I managed to breath at all. With one final flick of her tongue against my clit I felt my walls tighten and my body begin to quiver beneath her. She reached her hand up to grab my own hand and squeezed, continuing to lick, drawing out every last bit of my orgasm. As my body finally came to a standstill, I pulled her hair, forcing her back up to meet mine, pulling her into a earth shattering kiss, groaning once again at the taste of my juices on her lips and tongue. Only when oxygen became a necessity did we reluctantly break apart.
I held her face between my hands, locking our gaze. Before finally finding enough speech, to let out a strangled,
"Wow."