Callie's hands were soft in her hair, while her lips moved softly against hers, and Arizona reveled in the feeling. Those long fingers stroked through blonde hair, gently tucking it behind her ears, and Arizona angled her head slightly to deepen their kiss. As soon as it happened, she felt herself pressed lightly against the kitchen counter.
She wasn't entirely certain, but she was pretty sure that in the last couple of days, since this kissing had become a regular occurrence between them, she might have developed a fascination for Callie's lips.
Well, she'd discovered that particular fact upon the first kiss in the park, really. Who would have known that those full, plump lips would be so incredibly soft? During their first kiss almost a month ago, she hadn't really been able to register it, because everything else had been running through her mind and freaking her out.
But now, it seemed that the kisses gave her the opposite effect. When they touched hers, it was all she could to not get lost in the feeling and let everything else leave her mind. Which was an entirely new sensation for her.
One that she thought she might have disliked, if it had been with anyone else. As it was… combined with the sensation of the kisses themselves, Arizona was kind of worried she was developing an addiction.
Her breath shuddered out as Callie pulled back, her thumbs stroking gently just below the soft skin under Arizona's ears. She didn't go far, because Arizona could still feel the way her warm breath washed over her lips, and she dug her fingers in to where they had found purchase on Callie's hips to keep her there as they just breathed together.
Then the brunette leaned down again, that mouth just ghosting over hers in a way that made her chest feel warm, "Hey?" she murmured just as she pulled back again.
When she didn't continue, Arizona forced her eyes to open and look at her, "Hmm? What?"
A slow smile took over her face as she noted the flush that was spread a bit over Callie's cheeks. It was another thing she'd learned about the brunette when they kissed; as adorably simple as it was to make Callie flustered when she spoke at times, she got that same color in her cheeks when they were like this.
Dark eyes were slightly glazed over, and she absolutely loved it. Callie took in a deep breath and bit on her bottom lip that was swollen slightly from their kisses, "I – well, I have to go to the theatre soon…" she trailed off, and blue eyes flickered to the time over the stove.
It was indeed almost time for Callie to go, and she felt a small pang of disappointment at that. Which was silly, because they had already spent so much time together. Every day, and when Callie came home at night.
But she didn't get sick of her, and that was also new. She'd never spent this much time with one person before. Then again, this wasn't something that surprised her about this visit. She lifted an eyebrow, "Yeah?"
"I… well, I got this for you," one of Callie's hands that had still been stroking through her hair slid away, and into her pocket before emerging with a ticket. Her fingers were covering the majority of the writing, so Arizona couldn't tell what it was, but she didn't have to wait very long before Callie cleared her throat, "It's for my show tonight."
At the clarification, she nodded in understanding before her forehead scrunched up in confusion, "I've already seen your show."
And the way Callie blushed and shrugged as she quickly put the ticket down on the counter was not lost on her, "I – I know. I just… well, when you first went, you got a last minute seat and it wasn't the best seat in the house. This is – uh. Never mind. It was silly," she muttered, and shook her head.
The bright, embarrassed color was still there in her cheeks and Arizona felt the other hand that had been in her hair slipping out. Quickly, she brought hers up to push it back, and she shook her head, "No, it wasn't silly. It – your show was really good. And I would love to see it again."
The smile that blossomed and completely took over Callie's face and brightened it made Arizona's heart feel warm, "Really?"
"Really," she confirmed, and it was the truth. The last time she'd seen Callie's play, it had been completely unplanned and out of the blue. Of course, she'd been enthralled by the show and by seeing the brunette on the stage, but she'd also been in the middle of a breakdown. It might be nice to see it again.
That had clearly been what Callie wanted, because her other hand came up to slide into soft blonde locks again, and tilted Arizona's head. She moved easily with it, and sighed lightly at the way those lips felt as they pressed a soft kiss to her lips again.
It was almost startling how easy it all was. Actually, it was startling. She hadn't felt like things were this easy ever before, and it was kind of amazing to lose herself in this spring break.
Then the door slammed open to the apartment, and they both jumped. She groaned quietly in pain as her back rammed hard against the counter, and Callie's hands tightened from the surprise, fisting in her hair in a manner that was… not unpleasant, actually, and she flushed.
But then those hands flexed, and Callie purposefully moved away as she gave her a small smile. Cristina walked through the door and lifted her eyebrow at them, "Really? In the kitchen?"
Blue eyes narrowed even as Arizona could feel herself blush, and a mirroring blush spread over Callie's cheeks, even as she shot back, "You're going to say that to me after all of the times I've seen you with Owen?"
Cristina definitely didn't have it in her to blush the way they were, and she just shrugged as she slammed the door closed behind her. It made Arizona flinch, even though she'd learned in her time here that it was the way Cristina made her entrances.
The body heat that Callie had provided was gone as the taller woman stepped back and Arizona's body missed it… a lot. But she shook her head at herself, because Callie was going to have to leave soon anyway.
It was then that she noticed the way Callie was biting her lip again, seemingly nervous as she tipped from foot to foot and eyed Cristina for a few moments before reaching into her back pocket again, "So, Cristina," she started, getting her roommate's attention, "I got Arizona a ticket for the show tonight. And I thought maybe you'd want to go with her?" she asked, as she pulled out another ticket.
Arizona lifted her eyebrows in surprise, as she ran her fingers lightly through her hair and tried to tame it as best she could because she was pretty sure Callie's hands had done a number on it.
But Cristina just shrugged, "I have plans with Owen tonight. Break a leg, though. Or whatever."
Even though Callie just shrugged, blue eyes narrowed as she took in the way Callie's shoulders seemed to hang a little bit lower, "Okay. Thanks." Dark eyes slid to the clock again, "I should be going, anyway." When she looked back to Arizona, she gave a small grin, "I'll see you after the show?"
It was kind of impossible to not smile back at Callie when she gave her those smiles, Arizona was finding, and she sent one back to the brunette, "You will."
Those eyes flickered to Arizona's lips, and she instinctively licked them in response, inwardly grinning at the way Callie's breath quickened at the motion. Even though they'd kissed too many times for Arizona to keep track of in the past couple of days, it had never been in front of anyone, even Cristina.
In past relationships, Arizona liked to keep things that way. Kissing and general affection behind closed doors. It made her feel more secure. Though, she supposed that really hadn't stopped her in Central Park.
And a part of her loved that Callie's eyes flickered to hers as if seeing if this was okay. Her eyes darted for a second to Cristina, but she found that there was no feeling in her stomach that told her not to do this, and in response she leaned in, just a few inches, and it was enough for Callie to get the message.
That soft, warm mouth pressed against hers, lightly, and it only lasted a few seconds of brushing contact, before Callie was pulling back and smiling at her all radiantly, "Um. So, I'll see you later."
"I'll see you first," a grin moved over her face as she gestured to the ticket on the counter, and she saw how Callie's grin grew even bigger before she reached the apartment door.
It was only when it closed behind her and she was left alone with Cristina that she realized she hadn't really cared at all about the other woman witnessing their kiss or them being together. She didn't feel judged or worried, and… it was a nice feeling.
She did, however, feel a little self-conscious over the words that had gotten away from her. Especially when Cristina scoffed, and mimicked, "I'll see you first!"
She worked herself into a glower, and scoffed, crossing her arms despite her embarrassment, "I was only stating the truth. I'll see her onstage before she sees me."
"Yeah, sure," Cristina shrugged noncommittally which made Arizona grit her teeth. But before she could say anything, the brunette's eyes took on a competitive glint, "Mario Kart?"
This marked the third time Cristina had demanded that they play Mario Kart because the brunette was determined to beat her after being defeated on Arizona's first night in the apartment. And the competitive part of her wanted to agree to play, but more importantly, she actually wanted to take the time to look nice for Callie's show this time.
The last time, she had been in a hurry, it was unplanned, and she'd been upset; she kind of thought that Callie deserved more this time. So… that was what she was going to do. Before making her way to the shower, she paused and turned to look at Cristina, picturing the way Callie had looked when Cristina had shot down her offer to go to the show.
"How come you haven't been to see Callie's show?" and maybe the words came out in a more demanding way than she intended.
Cristina just shrugged, "Broadway, musicals – it's not really my thing."
Blue eyes narrowed at her, "But you two are friends," the look she received in return was a questioning one, as if wondering why the hell Arizona was asking, but it didn't give her an answer, so she pushed, "You care about her. Right?"
Arizona knew that Callie liked Cristina and considered her one of the few people she could trust and count on, but she also knew that she was unsure of where their friendship stood. Which, if that was Arizona, the uncertainty would drive her crazy.
Plus, it probably gave her entirely too much satisfaction watching the typically confident woman fidget in front of her, before she threw her arms in the air and sighed, "Yeah, so we're friends or whatever. So?"
Her eyes slid over to the tickets Callie had left on the counter, "So… I think that she would really appreciate it if you came to see her perform."
"I have plans with Owen," Cristina hedged, and Arizona brushed off her patented glare. It had worked in getting some of the most strongly willed people she'd ever known cower. Cristina didn't cower, but she did heave another sigh, "Fine. I'll go if you can beat me at Mario Kart again."
Arizona wouldn't deny that she took satisfaction in Cristina's frustration whenever she won, and she smirked, as she started towards the couch, "One game. When I win, you are going to come to see the show with me."
The scoff that worked it's way out of Cristina's throat was just enough to amp her competitive spirit up, "No cheating, letter girl."
Keeping her eyes on the time – because her mind was already getting everything organized and working out how much time she'd need – she hummed, "How many times do we have to cover that I just have more finesse than you do? It's not a matter of cheating."
Seeing Callie perform a second time was different, Arizona realized, because this time, she wasn't trying to keep herself together and her mind wasn't going in other directions. No, this time, she was just focusing on Callie.
It was an interesting feeling, seeing her up there, being admired by the hundreds of people in the theatre. She saw Callie as a person every day, but like this, she got to see her as a performer. The way she sang and danced, and the delivery of her lines, it was all… it gave Arizona this oddly proud feeling.
The show was coming to an end now, and Callie was singing her final song. Technically, it was an ensemble number, but her solos were completely outstanding. She didn't even take her eyes off of Callie as she gripped Addison's hand – their characters were ending the show by embarking on a relationship together – even as Cristina leaned in to her, "So, she's pretty good. Right? I mean, that was really good."
She was riding on some sort of high after seeing it all, and she couldn't even bring herself to feel smug about the reverence that was in Cristina's tone. Not when Callie was smiling out into the audience like that, while her chest heaved, as the final notes of the song ended around them, and Arizona was one of the first to start clapping.
As she stood up, she pulled Cristina up with her even though she wasn't met with nearly as much resistance as she would have expected. Most everyone else was on their feet clapping as well, and she didn't know if her voice could be heard over it, but she confirmed anyway, "Yeah. She is really amazing."
They were two of the last people to gather their items up and head out, because she knew from the last time that it would take a little while for Callie to be outside afterwards. Plus, on Callie's last bow, she'd made eye contact with Arizona and had given a little wink.
And that had seemingly paralyzed her where she sat for another few minutes.
Cristina now pulled her outside, bypassing the crowd in the lobby, and ignoring any shouts about merchandise, and when they were out on the sidewalk, Arizona pulled away and stood up straight, brushing her fingers down over her jacket as she buttoned it up.
The brunette lifted an eyebrow, "I didn't know she got hot and heavy on stage. Must have been weird for you to see that, now that you two are banging."
Arizona flushed, and she drew up taller, her stomach knotting uncomfortably at the insinuation. Yes, this was the feeling she was used to getting during public displays of affection, "We aren't banging," she informed the woman, her voice clipped.
But Cristina just looked surprised, "You aren't? You two are sleeping in the same bed and kissing all of the time and having your weird moments, but you're not fuc–"
With a glare, she cut her off, "No, and it's none of your business, anyway." Inwardly, she was wondering about the moments Cristina was talking about. Of course, she was aware she and Callie had "moments" but she didn't think they were obvious or public.
"Whatever, blondie. I was just surprised. So it doesn't make you jealous that she was up there making out with her theatre geek friends?" Cristina asked, her voice sounding disinterested as she peered around where Arizona had led them.
It was a side door that Callie had texted her about and told her to meet her there after the show. Her voice was low, because she did not want to discuss this. This – the aspects of whatever she and Callie's relationship was at this point and how she felt about it – was exactly the kind of thing that made her shoulders tense to talk about.
So she just blew out a breath, "No, it didn't bother me," she denied.
The absolute truth of the matter was that she'd known the scenes were coming. She'd known since before even seeing the musical herself that Callie had a scene in which she simulated sex with Sloan – Arizona had sent her the very ribbon she used for the scene for Christmas. And she had found out when she saw the show the first time that she had several scenes in which she kissed Addison, deeply.
Granted, now that she knew what it was like to kiss Callie for herself, it gave her a slightly unpleasant feeling in the pit of her stomach to see it happening with other people. But. No; she wasn't jealous.
Arizona didn't do jealousy; she'd never felt it before about anyone else.
"Hey, no judgment from me. I wouldn't –"
She cut Cristina's comment off as her hands clenched, and a low, "Be quiet, Cristina," left her in the same tone she used when chastising someone on the squad.
It was nicely effective. Not that she knew how long it would actually work on the other woman, but it didn't matter because the door opened, and Callie stepped out in front of them. Despite the thoughts concerning the jealousy that she didn't feel, and Cristina's taunting, she couldn't help but smile at the excited look on Callie's face.
And she loved how much it grew when she looked at Cristina, "You came!"
Cristina gave her a smile that was actually genuine – one of the first of it's kind that Arizona had been able to witness – and she was glad to be there to see it and the way it lightened Callie's features into that ridiculously radiant smile. Seriously, sometimes she wondered if Callie managed to take bits of the sun and put it in her tea or something.
Or, she would if that wasn't absolutely ridiculous, she told herself.
Cristina shrugged, "It was time to get my ass to Broadway. You… were good," she admitted, "I'm kind of proud to say you're my roommate."
They could all see the way Callie blushed darkly in the dim lighting outside of the building, but she just reached out to tap Cristina on the shoulder, "You're getting sappy on me, Cristina." And once she started to scowl, Callie leaned in and wrapped her arms around her.
Arizona actually released a giggle at the sight, because she didn't know if they had ever hugged like this before, and Cristina seemed somewhat at a loss for exactly how to reciprocate. It was a feeling Arizona was familiar with.
Except for when it came to Callie.
But Callie was already pulling away, clearly away of the fact that the embrace wasn't being fully returned. It didn't make her smile falter, though, even when Cristina shrugged, "I'm going to Owen's." Then she got a glint in her eyes as she looked between them, and focused on Arizona, "So, have fun tonight."
Arizona flushed – damn it, Cristina – and glared at her. Cristina absolutely cackled as she walked away, and Arizona was left with a clearly confused Callie. Before she could ask, Arizona just waved it off, "It's nothing."
Callie clearly wanted to question it, but Arizona was glad when she didn't, and instead lifted her eyebrows, "Did you enjoy the show a second time around?"
Despite the conversation with Cristina and the image of Callie making out with Mark and Addison up on the stage, a smile pulled at her lips as she nodded, "I loved it. You were really great, Callie." Her fingers tangled together and she looked at them for a moment before admitting, "I wish I brought you flowers."
But Callie shook her head and her eyes seemed to sparkle in the way that made Arizona's stomach flutter, "You brought Cristina – that was way more difficult to manage, I'm sure."
The laugh that escaped her was freeing, but she tried to deny it, "No, I didn't make her do anything."
A dark eyebrow rose, "I've invited her enough to know that you did something to get her here. And…" she bit her lip and hesitated for a moment before reaching out for Arizona's hand. She offered it willingly, and the tingles that raced up her arm as their fingers interlocked still managed to surprise her in a way, "I appreciate it."
When their eyes met, her breath caught her in throat because… yeah, they were having a moment, and they were very much in public. Just like Cristina had said. Before she could say anything, Callie was tugging her along, to the more public exit/entrance along the sidewalk. That door swung open just before they were about to pass, and Mark and Addison strolled out.
The two came to an abrupt stop in front of them, and Arizona noted the way both pairs of eyes dropped to their entwined hands, before wandering up, and Addison's eyebrow lifted perfectly, but she didn't say anything.
Actually, even though they were both giving them a look, they didn't say anything aside from a glib, "See you tomorrow, Cal," from Addison.
Which resulted in her extreme confusion as she walked them walk away, and she looked up at the brunette, "Aren't your friends usually more… obtrusive than that?"
Callie bit her lip, her eyes darting toward the retreating figures of her friends, before she nodded vehemently, "Yes. A lot more," she tacked on for good measure, which made Arizona grin, but the confusion stayed, growing when Callie added, "They invited us out with them tonight. But I said no."
"What? No, we should go out with them. If you want to," because honestly, she knew that Callie was canceling on her behalf. For the last couple of weeks before this, the brunette was going out with her friends for at least a couple of nights a week. This week, it had just been the two of them.
Callie tugged her a little bit so that they were walking in the other direction, "No, I kind of wanted to just spend tonight with you. I mean, Cristina's been around the last couple of nights and every time I get back from my shows, it's been kind of late and you're all ready for bed." Arizona just lifted her eyebrow at the ramble, which made Callie blush, "I – god. Okay. I just meant to say that every night hasn't been a good time for us to do the last thing I wanted to do with you that's tourist-y. And tonight, we're both out and you look…"
She trailed off as her gaze swept down Arizona; and she felt herself draw up a little taller, her hands toying with the material inside of the pockets on her long, black jacket, that was draped over a dressiest top she'd packed for the week, which conveniently was also her most cleavage revealing.
Dark eyes lingered there for a moment before snapping back up to hers, and she enjoyed – probably too much – the way Callie blushed. It was great, because it seemed to match the same way her stomach knotted at the way Callie's own cleavage looked.
Then the brunette cleared her throat, "You look good. Really good."
A grin stretched over her face at the way Callie's voice seemed a little deeper now, and she tightened her hand around the one entangled with it, because she was beginning to feel a little warmer herself.
It was a strange thing that they had going on – but what about them so far hadn't been strange? Still, they'd been doing this for a few days, and they did sleep in the bed together still, but… things hadn't progressed beyond kissing.
And Arizona was completely fine with that. Happy, even, because rushing into the physical aspect of relationships was kind of her thing. Enjoy the physicality of it, and ignore the emotional means.
That was the opposite of what she had with Callie.
The kissing and then cuddling for the last few nights was amazing. Amazing, but ridiculously arousing. Even more so than anything she'd ever felt before because of their emotional bond.
Shaking her head, she tightened her hand as Callie led them, "Where are we going?"
The sly smile that she was given gave her goosebumps, "You said that you've never walked through Times Square at night before. And it's really the ultimate tourist thing to do, and you really should do it at least once." Callie's hand tightened on hers, and she knew the brunette would be licking her lips during the pause in her ramble, before she hurried on, "I know you said that you've never gone with the times you've been here with your squad, but I figured that it would be, well, something to try."
The confidence she'd started out with seemed to fade as Callie spoke, and she tugged them to a stop as they approached the bright lights and the louder sounds, "Callie, like many other things, I would like to do this with you."
By the time they made it back to Callie's apartment, weighted down with a bag of leftover Chinese food that they'd stopped for, it was nearly two in the morning. And Arizona couldn't remember a time when she'd smiled longer than this.
She passed by Callie, who paused in the kitchen to put down the bag of Chinese, and head for the couch, rubbing over her stomach, "I'm stuffed. If I fit into my cheerleading skirt next week, I'll be shocked."
Callie didn't bother turning on the light before she dropped down next to her, and Arizona didn't have to open her eyes to be able to feel the brunette's eyes on her, "Your body is amazing, Arizona. Honestly."
Aaand, there it was. That snap of arousal that went right through her at the brunette's simple words, accompanied by the warm feeling in the pit of her stomach at the sincerity of her tone. Instead of focusing on either feeling, she licked her lips, and continued onto what she'd been going to say, "I'm considering myself lucky that I don't have a branch of that place near campus. I'd have to double how many practices the squad has."
The fingers on her left hand dug slightly into the worn fabric of the couch cushion as she thought of the squad. It wasn't like it was the first time they'd crossed her mind this week, but it was the first time that she'd really thought about them.
God, she was going to have so much to do. With everything that was going on with Callie – all of the great things here, in this apartment, in this city, in the way she'd felt so free – responsibilities were easy to slip her mind.
But waiting for her in less than two days – her train ticket was for Saturday morning – was reality. The reality of cheerleading practices and that nationals were coming up. The reality of mock trial, and that finals were coming up. The reality that not all of real life was as simple and freeing as this life she'd been losing herself in.
Callie's life.
And the heavy reality of it all was kind of giving her a headache, she winced, bringing her hand up to rub at her temples.
It was intercepted by Callie's, and then her soft, soothing voice was just inches away from her ear, "Don't. Don't think about it."
She lifted an eyebrow, "And how do you know what I'm thinking of, Callie Torres?"
Somehow it felt like her eyes were hungry to take in the way Callie looked as she turned her head towards her. Their faces were close now, as Callie had moved in, resting her head against the back of the couch. The hand that wasn't holding hers was propping her head up, and the only light in the room was the moonlight filtering in through the window, which gave Callie some sort of… ethereal look.
And it made her eyes look endlessly dark, and they were serious as they bore into hers, "We've talked for hours practically every night, including skype, for months, and you think I can't tell when your mind is starting to race? Or when you're starting to stress out?" Before Arizona could say anything, Callie lifted her hand to her lips, and all of her words disappeared as she felt Callie's mouth press a soft kiss against her palm, as she untangled their fingers. "Spring break is almost over. And you're going to be going home soon. So, don't think about everything. Okay?"
She really didn't want to think about it. Because this is the first time she had ever really felt like she was on a vacation, in her entire life. Not weighed down, and the thought of going back to everything waiting for her, made her stomach feel too heavy. So she tried to push it out of the way, and turned her head to face Callie, "Okay. I'll think about… the way that guy was running down the street, in the clown mask, from the group of people dressed up as mice, in Times Square."
Her breath hitched at the way she could feel Callie's breath wash over her finger tips in a quiet laugh, as those soft lips kissed her fingertips. Arizona's eyebrows scrunched together at the sensation – no one had ever kissed her hand before – as Callie whispered, "I'll think about the fact that I can't believe I'm allowed to do this."
Her throat had to be cleared before words could get out, "Kiss my hand?"
Dark eyes rolled at her, "Kiss you, at all. This… wasn't what I expected when you were going to stay here over break."
"No? I think it was kind of what April and Addison were aiming at," she needlessly informed her, smiling slightly at the way Callie gave her a duh look.
And then she found she missed the way Callie had been showering her with soft kisses as she pulled back, "What were you expecting on this break?"
Blonde hair swayed slightly as she shook her head back and forth, thinking of the nerves she'd felt upon coming to stay here, "I kind of either thought I would break and tell you everything or that the stress from everything would break my back. Honestly, I had no idea what to expect."
Callie's eyes darted to hers and then down to there their hands lay on the cushion between them, only centimeters apart, "And you're… happy about how everything is turning out?"
"Everything as in –" she was cut off short.
Because Callie seemed to be bursting at the seams to ask, "The kissing part, the… everything between us. Me and you."
She could practically hear the nerves in her voice, and she knew that they were warranted, but it was easy to just nod, "I am. I promise that I'll be honest with you. Because you deserve that. So, I can't promise that when I go back to real life that I won't stress out about me and you. But I promise you that I meant that I don't want to run anymore. You… you're not like anyone else I have in my life, and I like having you here."
The smile that ghosted around Callie's mouth drew her gaze there, "Okay. And you like the kissing part?"
Arizona stared at her incredulously, "Do I like the kissing part?" because she was fairly certain that the fact that it happened so much was proof.
"I just wanted to make sure! Just… checking in and all," Callie's voice dropped to a whisper and she licked her lips, which attracted blue eyes once again. God, she had such an amazing mouth.
And, unbidden, the same images she'd had when talking to Cristina earlier – the ones of that mouth kissing Addison's and Mark's during the show – entered her mind. That same feeling that she was loathe to address as jealousy wormed it's way into the pit of her stomach once more, because of the realization that her lips hadn't been the last ones that touched those soft lips.
Which… could easily be remedied, she decided, and leaned in. Their kisses up to this point started slowly. A press of lips that could turn into a deeper kiss. And Arizona enjoyed that. She enjoyed that this was the start of something, and that they weren't rushing anything.
But, she was Arizona Robbins. And if the thought of Callie's mouth melding with others that weren't her own crossed her mind, she could take control of that situation. Control was her thing.
The beginning of this kiss wasn't slow and steady, the way the ones they'd shared over the last few days. Her mouth was open by the time their lips met, her tongue slipping into Callie's mouth, as she swallowed the brunette's surprised groan.
Her hands slid into Callie's thick hair, and she angled her head so she could properly explore her mouth with. And the feeling of arousal shot through her when Callie's hands slid around her back, gripping her and pulling her forward.
They hadn't had this. Hurried, needy kisses, and the feeling of them rocked through her body. Her teeth scraped over Callie's bottom lip, drawing out a groan that went right to her center, before Callie dropped backwards completely, so she was laying on the couch, with Arizona draped halfway on top of her.
She found a deep satisfaction in the way Callie's eyes were half closed and her chest was moving quickly up and down as she tried to take in deep breaths. Actually, she very much enjoyed the way her chest was moving up and down.
Callie's voice low as she panted out, "So, not that I'm complaining. But where did that come from?"
Arizona's eyes closed briefly and she tucked her bottom lip between her teeth, "I'm just… I do like kissing you. A lot. And I – it's weird. But Mark and Addison, they've kissed you more than I have."
The brunette's forehead was crinkled in confusion before a spark of amusement took over and Arizona was positive that she was blushing now. Maybe she'd given away too many of her cards to Callie – but then she reminded herself that wasn't possible, as the Callie teased, "Are you trying to get your numbers up?"
And Arizona rolled her eyes, even as she could feel embarrassment rising in her stomach. Her gaze flitted from that dark one, down, over her lips. Then paused slightly at her chest – Callie really did have such a nice chest, God. Her hand slid from where it rested on Callie's hip, inward until she was fiddling with the button on Callie's shirt just over her ribs, and looked into dark eyes once more, "I know you're not interesting in them. But it's…" she tried to find the right word, running her tongue over her teeth – and tasting Callie – before she settled on, "Weird."
Callie's eyes narrowed at her for a moment, before her mouth fell open, "Are you jealous?"
Her head was already shaking in denial, "Nope. No," and she tried to shift back from where she was, with one of her knees between Callie's and her other foot on the floor, somewhat resting on her. But surprisingly strong hands were on her hips, holding her there, and she could feel how warm they were through her jeans.
When Callie just raised her eyebrow, she felt her cheeks grow hot, but continued to deny, "No, Callie. I have never been jealous before, in a romantic relationship." She held her head up high, "I've been jealous of academic accomplishments, so I worked hard and made them my own. I've been jealous of amazing cheerleading routines, so I worked hard to form my own winning ones."
"And you got jealous when I was kissing someone else in my play, so you made my mouth your own?" Callie questioned, her eyebrow raising in what Arizona was positive was amusement.
But god, that was exactly what she'd done, she was just realizing, and she knew that the realization was showing by the way Callie was softly laughing below her, "Well, now that you put it that way…" if she could make herself, she would put her face in her hands in embarrassment.
However, she had slightly too much pride for that.
Callie's hands squeezed lightly at her hips, "I have to say, being the only person that Arizona Robbins has been jealous over is kind of flattering. And if a little jealousy makes you kiss me like that, well… I'm definitely not complaining."
Her embarrassment ebbed, as she lifted her eyebrow, "Really?" she shifted a bit on top of Callie, mindful of what her knee was next to, and careful not to brush against her there.
"Really," Callie seemed to breathe out, "And just so you know – you're the only person I want to kiss recreationally."
Arizona couldn't help but smile at the word choice, "Is this what we're doing? Recreational kissing?"
Callie ducked her head slightly and she loved it, but the brunette stuck to her guns, and nodded, "Mhmm. You're recreational. They're professional."
Now actually curious, because… this was Callie's life. This vacation she was living on, the involved going to a musical, it was Callie's everyday life here. And that was interesting to her, "And just how do you do a professional kiss?"
Those brown eyes looked up at her in mischief, and before she could process it all, Callie's hands slid around her again, pulling her down. Their chests brushed, and the way her nipples hardened in response was almost immediate, as Callie husked out, "Not like this."
Blue eyes widened just a bit, because it seemed that her kiss sparked it's own passionate return from Callie. Plump, soft lips moved against her own, easily getting her lips to part on her gasp.
Callie's tongue slid against hers again, and god, Callie tasted good. It shouldn't have been possible, but somehow the brunette always seemed to taste really good, and she shifted forward to get a better taste. Her thigh rubbing against Callie's jean covered center, and she could feel how hot she was through the fabric.
They both moaned. And she didn't move, not rubbing anymore, but not moving away.
The feeling of Callie's long fingers worked down her back, hesitating briefly at her lower back before brushing over the top of her butt, just over her pants. Okay, yes, this was something she could definitely get down with.
She shook her hips just a little bit to encourage her, before Callie's teeth nipped at her top lip, pulling it between her own, before releasing and she brought one hand up from it's sacred spot on Arizona's ass, to work into blonde hair, tilting her head enough for those lips to start working down her jaw.
And her chest rubbed against Callie's again – god, she would kill for more contact there, and when she groaned because she could feel the way the brunette's breasts would meld against her own, every time they took a deep breath, everything paused.
The mouth working on her neck was gone, and she slowly blinked her eyes open, looking for an explanation. But the lips didn't really move, so they ghosted against her neck as she spoke, "You know… kissing isn't all that happens in the play. I – it's only fair that you go as far as they get to on stage, right?"
Everything that was in her mind seemed to completely halt, because she could imagine the way Mark Sloan – so not who she wanted to picture right now – slid his hand into Callie's shirt on stage.
Even though she'd been sure time had frozen, Callie's hand had taken hold of hers. And Arizona didn't know the last time she'd been shaking from feeling so turned on, but she was. Her hand was shaking under Callie's as the brunette slid it up under her shirt, fingers trailing over the soft, warm skin of Callie's stomach.
Just before they reached the underside of her bra – her fingers were itching for it – they halted, and Callie whispered, "This is as far as he gets. But I think you can go a little farther."
Her breath hissed out from between her teeth, but she still paused, "I don't," she had to swallow hard to get past this, "I don't want to rush anything between us."
Dark eyes bore into hers, and fuck, she was positive that she could see how turned on she was, "Me, neither. I don't want to rush into anything with you. But… I think that we both care enough about each other that we're ready for some touching." The edge of uncertainty grew in her eyes, "Unless –"
But before she could even finish that thought, Arizona's hand moved away from Callie's and covered that full breast, brushing her thumb over her nipple, "Definitely ready for some touching."
Callie didn't seem to have any words as her head fell backwards on a moan, her hips jerking up to Arizona. And, god, she figured that a little touching meant a little grinding, too, right?
Her thigh started moving against Callie, while her hand slipped under the cup of her bra, so she was really able to feel her. When her thumb moved in circles around a tight peak, it seemed to snap Callie into motion, her thigh pressing up against Arizona in return.
Yeah, there it was. She didn't know if she'd ever been this wet before, ever in her life, and she ground her hips down, breath escaping her in pants. This was the opportune moment for Callie's mouth to attach to her neck once more.
She could feel the scraping of teeth against her sensitive skin under her ear, and often times in her past, she held in the sounds that wanted to escape her in times like these. But right now, her body over Callie's like this? There was no possible way.
The rest of the world faded away, and all that was left was the sounds of Callie's whimpers against her neck, and the feeling of the brunette in her palm, and between her legs. She kind of wished it could stay like this forever.
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