A/N: Geez, guys. No pressure writing this chapter! Yikes! This is supposed to be the one everyone is waiting for... so I hope I don't disappoint. Sorry it took awhile. I really wanted to take some time and figure what I wanted these two to do. And give you all good descriptions of what their feeling. I try to anyway :) Happy reading!
Stuck With You
Chapter 7
Arizona's sweaty hands gripped the stirring wheel as she drove to her apartment building. Every once and a while her eyes would flicker up to her rearview mirror. Same headlights, same car. Callie was still following her. This made Arizona excited and scared as hell at the same time. She had done it. She had actually asked Callie to her place… but what was going to happen now? Arizona had asked the Latina over on impulse because she did not want the night to end. All she knew was she wanted to spend more time with Callie.
As the two women entered the apartment building there was silence. They walked up to Arizona's apartment, side by side, neither knowing what to say. The blonde opened her front door, Callie standing a respectable distance behind her. Arizona stepped inside, her hand still on the handle and she turned to the Latina. "Come in…" she softly spoke with a small smile.
The brunette gave a nod and stepped inside. As Arizona closed the door behind them she felt anxiety and tension heavily fall upon them. She turned to Callie and gave a nervous wide smile. "Would you like some wine?" Arizona asked.
Thinking that would help loosen her up, Callie nodded. "Definitely," the Latina responded with a small chuckle.
Arizona smiled, seeing that Callie seemed just as nervous as she did. She headed for the kitchen, taking of her jacket in the process.
When the blonde had stepped away from her, Callie let out the breath she had been holding. She needed a second to calm herself down. "Um, where's your restroom?" the Latina asked, shrugging off her coat.
"Oh, it's down the hall, first door on the left."
The brunette hung up her jacket and headed in that direction.
"Oh, be careful with the door! It gets kind of gets stuck sometimes!" Arizona announced.
"Alright…"
Once in the small bathroom, Callie closed the door and hunched the sink, gripping it with both hands. She inhaled and exhaled several times before looking up, meeting her reflection in the mirror. "What's wrong with you? You've got this. Just have a drink, talk…" Tell her how you feel… "I don't know about that…" the brunette argued to herself. She gave herself one final look of determination and nodded. "It's go time, Torres."
Callie reached for the handle of the door, twisted, and pulled. However, the door did not budge. She pulled again, nothing. "Shit…" the Latina murmured, jiggling the handle. Arizona had warned her about the door.
The Latina rubbed her hands together and then placed both hands firmly on the doorknob. She was ready to give it her all. "One... two…" In one final yank, the door unexpectedly gave way. Thunk!
"Uh! Fuck!" Callie shouted.
Arizona heard a loud thud from her place in her kitchen and furrowed her brow. "Callie? Are you okay?" She called, as she stepped around the kitchen island.
Callie trudged out of the bathroom with a pitiful pout on her face. She was covering her forehead with her hand. "No. I hit my head on your stupid door…" she mumbled.
As soon as the brunette removed her hand, Arizona saw the prominent red welt on Callie's head. The blonde could not help but burst out laughing. "Oh, my God… how did you do that?" she asked between giggles.
Callie scowled. "I was pulling on it because it was stuck and then it came back and hit me!" This only caused the blonde to double over and laugh even more. Callie frowned like a little kid. "I'm glad my pain amuses you." She covered her injury once again.
"Oh… um… I'm sorry, Callie," the blonde got out between giggles. She grasped the brunette's free hand and pulled her into the living room. "Here, sit down. I'll get you an icepack."
Callie plopped down on the couch. She was embarrassed. One second she's ready to charm the pants off of Arizona, the next she's a klutz who almost knocks herself out with a door! The blonde soon returned and sat on the coffee table directly in front of the brunette. "Here you go."
"Thanks…" Callie mumbled, taking the icepack and placing it on her forehead.
Arizona watched her with an amused smile.
Callie self-consciously met Arizona's gaze. "I'm usually a lot smoother than this. I don't make it a habit of hitting myself in the head like a dork."
Arizona giggled. "Well, I already think you're a dork so, you can't do much to change that."
The brunette raised her eyebrows at Arizona's quick remark. "Wow… kick a girl when she's down."
Arizona placed her hand on Callie's hand that was holding the ice and lowered it from the Latina's head. There was an angry red mark with small swelling, but no blood. "Oh, please. You didn't even break the skin."
"Hey. It's throbbing and it hurts," Callie argued.
"Stop being a wimp."
Callie's mouth gaped open and then she smiled. "You're being very insensitive, you know that?"
"Mmm, yep," the blonde grinned with perkiness in her voice.
The brunette could not help but chuckle at Arizona's honest answer. "You're something else, Arizona Robbins…" Callie smirked with amusement.
In that moment, the blonde found herself mesmerized by the woman in front of her. She found herself studying that gorgeous face with the expressive dark brown eyes, delicious, plump lips that curled into the sexiest smile, and Callie's aura alone was just overwhelmingly addicting. To her, Callie was a vision. Arizona was lost.
Unaware of Arizona's admiration, Callie gave the blonde a challenging expression. "Just because I saved your life doesn't mean you can—" Callie's words were suddenly cut short when Arizona's lips pressed against her own. The brunette was so stunned she couldn't move. The kiss was so soft and tender, she did not know whether to reciprocate or pass out. Before she could make up her mind, Arizona's lips were gone. Hearts racing, they both looked into each other's eyes. Callie could see that Arizona was just as surprised by her own actions. The brunette's mind was racing as she stared at the woman in front of her.
Judging by the Latina's unresponsive reaction, regret immediately washed over Arizona's features. She lowered her eyes and shook her. "Callie… I'm sorry, I—"
The Latina quickly grasped a handful of the front of Arizona's shirt and pulled the blonde towards her. Their lips met. Arizona closed her eyes and moaned at the feel of Callie's mouth against hers. Their lips slowly began to move together in a slow dance. A kiss here… a kiss there. Callie's heart pounded as she realized the blonde was kissing her back. She pressed her lips more firmly against Arizona's and the blonde pressed back. Callie moaned in return. Soon they both began to feel the stirrings of arousal in the pit of their stomachs. The need to be physically close was overwhelming. Callie lightly peaked out her tongue, silently asking permission. A thrill ran through Arizona's body as she felt Callie's tongue. The blonde pushed forward. Her lips never leaving Callie's, she stood from the coffee table and gently eased the Latina back against the couch.
Callie shivered with excitement as Arizona straddled her lap, the blonde's thighs settling on either side her hips. The Latina moaned as Arizona pushed tongue aggressively into her mouth. Their breasts were flush against each other. Arizona's hands came up to either side of Callie's face, cupping the brunette's jaw. Callie's hands were gently caressing and grasping at Arizona's slim back.
The blonde's head was spinning and she could easily feel herself losing control. Callie felt so good against her, under her, inside her mouth… the passion between them was mindblowing.
Arizona pulled back, breathing heavily. Her eyelids heavy with passion as she tried to focus on the woman beneath her. "Oh, my God…" she husked, lips inches from Callie's. "What am I doing? What are we doing?"
Callie leaned in and placed a light kiss on the blonde's lips. She did not want this moment to end. "Making out…" she breathed, placing another kiss on the corner of Arizona's mouth.
"Don't be a smart ass…" the blonde groaned, before she tackled Callie with an eager kiss.
"Mmmm…" Callie moaned as Arizona's tongue shoved past her lips. The brunette caught on and willingly reciprocated. Her hands dug into Arizona's blonde locks and pulled the woman closer, deepening the kiss.
Arizona's hips began to sensually rock and rotate against Callie's crotch. The Latina pushed upward to meet the movement, groaning when they pressed together in just the right way. The brunette's hands moved down Arizona's body and grasped the blonde's firm ass, pulling her closer. The blonde whimpered at the contact.
Callie needed more. She needed to feel Arizona's skin against hers. The brunette tore her lips away and began to kiss along Arizona's jawline. With shaky fingers, she nimbly attempted to undo the buttons on the front of the blonde's shirt. One undone… two… not fast enough! In a burst of aggression and need, Callie yanked open Arizona's blouse. The blonde gasped in surprise as her heaving breasts were suddenly exposed. The final few buttons, sprawled in different directions of the room. Callie practically drooled as her eyes fell upon Arizona's lacey purple bra. The blonde noticed the hungry expression on Callie's face as the Latina stared at her chest. It made her feel alive… like she was on fire.
Callie wasted no time pressing her lips against the blonde's cleavage. Moaning her approval as she landed each heavy kiss on Arizona's heated chest. Callie cupped the blonde's tits in a rough yet gentle grasp, causing Arizona's head to fall back in pleasure. Breathing heavily, the brunette circled her lips around Arizona's erect nipple through her bra and began to suck and tug. Arizona moaned at the sensation as her hands gripped the brunette's strong shoulders.
Arizona could not believe this was happening. This was Callie Torres doing this to her. The person she hated… the person she despised… the person…
"Oh…" the blonde groaned, as Callie forcefully pulled down one of the cups to her bra. When she felt the Latina's hot wet mouth circle around her nipple, it almost broke her resolve. Arizona whimpered in pleasure. "Oh, God… Calliope…" she panted. Callie's mouth, tongue, and teeth felt so amazing.
"Mmm…" the brunette mumbled, enjoying her current task. She loved hearing her name roll off of Arizona's tongue that way. As she teased the pink bud with her mouth, her right hand reached up and cupped Arizona's other breast. She began to sensually knead it in circles. The blonde threw her head back, moaning at the aggressiveness of Callie's touch. She ran her hands through the brunette's hair and pulled the other woman closer.
Callie inhaled Arizona's intoxicating scent and knew in that moment that she was in heaven.
But in this whirlwind of passion, something nagged at Arizona's mind. She and Callie were partners… colleagues… cops at the same police department… this should not be happening. Though she wanted it to happen more than anything, Arizona's conscious began to float to the surface.
"Calliope… wait…" Arizona panted. It took all the willpower she had within her body to push the Latina slightly away from her. "Wait…"
Breaking out of her passionate haze, Callie looked up, trying to focus on the face the woman on top of her. Arizona's blonde hair was a mess; her usual sparkling blue eyes were dark with lust, and with those bruised pink lips… God… Arizona looked so sexy. Callie leaned in and tenderly placed a kiss on the blonde's mouth and pulled back. She looked into Arizona's eyes and saw her own passion being reflected. The brunette exhaled heavily and gently brushed some of Arizona's hair behind her ear, staring intensely at the blonde.
"I want you…" Callie husked. "I want you so bad, Arizona…" It almost sounded like a plea and the Latina even surprised herself.
Arizona gasped at Callie's words and trembled inside. God, what this woman did to her. She leaned in and rested her forehead against Callie's. They both closed their eyes, breathing heavily. "I want you too…" Arizona whispered.
Callie smiled softly and gently ran her hands along the blonde's hips. They sat there a moment just enjoying the closeness.
"We can't do this…" Arizona whispered.
The brunette swallowed, still trying to calm her nerves. "I know…"
"We work together… and we're partners…"
The brunette slowly nodded, her heart sinking because she knew Arizona was right. "Yeah…" Callie leaned her head back and looked into Arizona's eyes. She saw the blonde's sorrowful expression.
Arizona looked into Callie's caring dark eyes and exhaled a quick, frustrated breath. "I like you, damn it…" the blonde confessed.
Callie felt her heart expand at the blonde's words and she smiled lightly. "I like you too… a lot."
Arizona bit her bottom lip, trying to suppress her smile.
"But… we should stop…" Callie said, regrettably. "You're right."
The blonde slowly nodded her head.
"Okay…" Callie breathed. Her eyes lingered down to Arizona's breasts and her arousal began to stir once again. "But I won't hold out much longer with your tits in my face."
"Oh… sorry…" Arizona sheepishly said, closing her shirt. She carefully slid off of Callie's lap and sat beside the Latina.
They both felt a loss as their bodies completely separated.
"Whoo," Callie sighed heavily, still tingling from the feel of Arizona's heated body against hers.
It took a moment to stoke the fire that was burning within each of them. The room was silent as they tried to calm their breathing. Neither one of them had ever been this effected by another person in this way just by making out. And if making out felt that good…Whack!
"Ow!" Callie whined after Arizona struck her in the shoulder with a smack. "What was that?" the brunette asked, confused.
"Damn you…" Arizona said.
"Damn me?" the brunette quizzically asked, sitting forward a bit.
Arizona lowered her eyes. "You're still a good kisser…" the blonde pouted.
Callie laughed heartily when she realized why the blonde was throwing a fit. "Do you want me to be sorry for that?" Callie smiled.
"No…" Arizona replied. She turned to the Latina and sighed. "But that does not make this any easier."
Callie looked at her lap and ran her hands up and down the top of her thighs, trying to relieve her sweaty palms. "So, what do you want to do?"
Arizona pulled her torn blouse more securely around her body. Anything to stop herself from throwing it off and taking the brunette right then and there on the couch. "I think we should just… be friends…"
"Friends…" Callie repeated, curiously raising her brow.
The blonde grinned brightly and nodded, trying to mask her arousal. "Yeah, friends."
"Friends do not do what we just did…" Callie said, unable to keep the huskiness out of her voice.
Arizona swallowed; Callie's tone making her tremble. "I know…" the blonde blushed. "Which is why we can't let that happen again."
"Right…" Callie agreed with a nod of her head.
"We just have to… control ourselves and be responsible. I mean we're both adults… we can handle that, right?"
"Of course…" Callie nodded. The brunette's tongue unconsciously ran over her tongue over bottom lip and her eyes began to lustfully trail over Arizona's body.
"Stop…" Arizona softly demanded, seeing the look that Callie was giving.
The Latina quickly tore her eyes away. "Sorry..."
"See… that right there… no doing that to me," the blonde lectured, waving a finger.
"Arizona, what do you expect?" Callie asked, raising her hands slightly with a shrug of her shoulders. "I mean a minute ago you were shoving your tongue down my throat..." Callie shrugged.
The blonde scoffed and she left her mouth agape in shock. "Wow… blame it on me."
"Hey, you started this, baby…" Callie coolly replied.
"Don't call me baby."
"You like it," Callie shot back.
"I don't."
"You do."
"Urgh! Stop…" the blonde demanded as she held up a hand. "You're making us argue and that only makes me want to kiss you again."
Callie smiled cheekily and Arizona thought it was the sexiest thing in the world. And to think that used to annoy her. The blonde shyly ducked her eyes. "I think we should just… keep our distance. Be professional. If we were to sleep together…"
"It would be amazing…" the brunette finished, staring off at nothing in particular. She was in kind of a trance as she thought of the blonde panting in ecstasy beneath her.
Arizona sighed. "Yeah…" the blonde agreed with a nod. She too was lost in thought. Arizona suddenly realized what she was saying and violently shook her head. "I mean, no, no. It would be bad," Arizona reasoned.
Callie blew out a breath and ran a hand through her dark locks. "Right…" Callie sighed. Arizona had really gotten her worked up, but on the other hand, the brunette did not want to rush. She wanted to take her time with Arizona. She knew this woman was a special.
"Okay…" Arizona sighed, exhaling a heavy breath.
"Well… I know of one good thing came out of this?"
Arizona raised an eyebrow, waiting for Callie to continue.
"My head doesn't hurt anymore."
The blonde threw back her head and laughed, while Callie chuckled. "That's good…" Arizona replied with a smile.
After a few moments, the brunette glanced at Arizona and fidgeted with her hands. "Do you want me to leave?" Callie asked softly.
Arizona bit her lip and shook her head. "No..."
Callie raised her eyebrows.
"Can you stay? So, we can… maybe, talk for a little bit?"
The brunette smiled softly. Any time she could get with Arizona she would take it. "Sure…"
Arizona grinned, allowing her dimples to be on full display. "Good." The blonde glanced down at the blouse she was still holding closed. "Um, just let me change my shirt first."
Callie blushed as she remembered her unstoppable aggression earlier. "Sorry, about that…"
"It's okay," the blonde sheepishly replied, standing from her seat. "Can you pour us some wine?"
"Yeah, I can do that."
About ten minutes later, Arizona had changed her shirt and both women were settled on the couch, each with a wine glass in their hand. Arizona had both of her legs up on the couch, sitting on her hip, turned towards Callie. The brunette was shifted towards Arizona with one knee bent on the couch. They made sure to keep a respectable distance between them.
Arizona took a sip of her beverage and studied the brunette. "So, you want to tell me the real reason you left Miami?"
Callie was looking at the floor and she raised her brow. She was not expecting that question. "Wow… jumping right in, huh?"
"Well, I didn't buy the story you told my parents… but if you don't want to tell me…"
"No, I'll tell you." Callie let out a quick breath. "It was because of a woman."
Arizona nodded silently.
"Here name was Erica. She was a F.B.I. field agent in Miami. I met her when she came to assist us with a case that became too big for Miami Metro to handle. I think I had a crush on for her that first day," Callie admitted, shaking her head. "Anyway, after a while we got to know each other and hangout after hours. Pretty soon we're in a relationship for nearly a year. I thought things were going well. I mean… she was the first woman I really decided to settle down with…"
Callie downed the last of the wine in her glass. She then reached for the bottle on the table and proceeded to pour herself another glass.
"What happened?" the blonde gently asked, intrigued by the story.
The brunette settled back against the couch and shook her head. "It was stupid. We had this huge fight about how I was handling one of my cases. I mean, we would always disagree about the way I did things and we worked it out eventually… but that time. That time it crossed the line I guess. We were shouting back and forth and then she stormed out of the apartment. When I woke up the next morning she still wasn't home. I figured she just wanted some space so I thought nothing of it. But when I came home that night… all of her things were gone. I hadn't seen her since." Callie gulped some wine from her glass.
"She just disappeared?" Arizona questioned.
Callie nodded, knowing she probably looked like a whipped puppy at the moment.
"I'm sorry, Calliope. That must have been awful," Arizona sincerely spoke. Suddenly, Callie as a person, became very clear to Arizona. The blonde now realized why the Latina was such a bed hopper. Callie did not want to commit herself to someone else and possibly be hurt again. As a policewoman, she could help but analyze the situation.
The brunette shrugged. "Yeah, so… it sucked. That's why I couldn't stay in Miami. There were too many memories. I just wanted a fresh start."
Arizona could tell Callie was not keen on opening up about her feelings. So, for the brunette to do that for her, she knew it meant a lot. "I get that…" the blonde gently replied.
After a few moments a silence, Callie finally spoke again. "So, what's with that psycho, Joanne?"
Arizona rolled her eyes and sighed dramatically, making Callie giggle. "Ugh… don't get me started on her…"
Two hours and three bottles on wine later, the two had covered much in conversation. Arizona spoke of her ex, Joanne. Callie talked about her family in Miami. Arizona reminisced about her brother Tim… then the subject switched to their police academy days.
Arizona was now sitting Indian style on the couch, facing the Latina, while Callie had one leg crossed over the other, resting on Arizona's coffee table. The blonde picked up invisible lint from the couch cushions and kept her eyes lowered. She was contemplating her next question. "I've been wanting to know…why did you kiss me that night, Callie?" she asked. She finally raised her eyes, meeting the brunette's gaze.
Callie felt a flutter of anxiety run through her, but with the alcohol as an influence, she found courage. "Truthfully?" she asked, regarding the blonde seriously.
Arizona nodded.
"You were really beautiful and I really just wanted to kiss you. I did for a long time."
Arizona felt her heart flutter and she shyly ducked her eyes. Callie smiled softly at the blonde, thinking Arizona was most endearing in that moment. She wanted to kiss those rosy cheeks, but thought better of it. They had both agreed to keep it platonic.
"Um," Arizona cleared her throat. "Well," the blonde positively chirped. "I want to propose a toast," she grinned, holding up her glass.
"Okay," the brunette smiled lightly. She held up her glass as well.
"To a fresh start."
"Fresh start," Callie agreed, before they clanged their glasses together.
Callie began to sip her drink.
"And fuck, Erica!" Arizona chanted.
Callie nearly spit out her wine and she quickly covered her mouth, amused by Arizona's sudden obscenity. She swallowed the remaining wine and chuckled out loud. Her eyes watering with laughter.
"Was that too much?" Arizona innocently asked.
Callie shook her head laughing, "No," the brunette smiled. "That was perfect," she got out between giggles.
When their laughter finally died down, Callie looked at the time on Arizona's digital clock above the TV.
"It's getting late…" Callie sighed, setting her glass on the table. "I better go." Callie attempted to stand, but her head began to spin and she quickly found her ass back on the couch again.
"Whoa…" Arizona said, scooting closer to the Latina. She placed a comforting hand on the Callie's shoulder. "You're not going anywhere like that. You're sleeping here tonight."
Callie turned to Arizona with a flirty smile and raised an eyebrow.
"On the couch..." the blonde reiterated.
"Aww…" the brunette pouted. "You don't trust me to sleep in the bed with you?"
"No, I don't..." the blonde said. "And I don't trust myself…" Arizona mumbled, standing from the couch.
Callie caught the comment and chuckled.
The moment Arizona stood to her feet, she too felt the effects of the alcohol, but was not as nearly as drunk as the Latina. I guess they now knew who could handle their liquor better.
"Where are you going?" Callie whined in protest.
"To get you something to wear," Arizona called as she headed towards her bedroom.
Callie leaned her head back and closed her eyes. She was not sure how much time had passed, but soon a blanket, pillow, a pair of pajama bottoms, and a t-shirt were thrown on her lap.
"Here you go. Those clothes have always been too big for me. They should fit. Goodnight."
The blonde began to walk away, but Callie gently grasped Arizona's wrist, stopping her. The blonde's breath caught as she felt Callie's warm hand on her. The brunette stood to her feet and Arizona turned to her with a curious look in her eyes.
"No, goodnight kiss?" Callie asked with a smirk.
A small smile appeared on Arizona's face. She could tell the Latina was obviously intoxicated. Arizona slowly stepped closer to the Latina and placed a gentle peck on the Callie's cheek. The brunette involuntarily closed her eyes as she felt those soft lips against her skin, but it was gone too soon. She opened her eyes and saw Arizona smiling at her with those cute dimples. The blonde stepped away, knowing the Latina was obviously looking for more than that.
Arizona was toying with her. "Oh, okay…" Callie slightly slurred. "So that's how it's gonna be..." The blonde glanced over her shoulder and smirked at her. "Fine… but I don't want you sneaking in here in the middle of the night trying to get some of this. You had your chance."
Arizona was now in the hallway. She turned around and rolled her eyes with a smile. "Goodnight, Calliope…" she replied, before turning to her room.
The following morning, Callie was awoken by rummaging in the kitchen and the sounds of something sizzling on a stove. The brunette slowly opened her eyes and realized she was not in her bed. Fuck. Did I sleep at some random chick's place? She rolled back the events of last night. Oh, right… Arizona and naughty time on the couch. Now, she remembered. The brunette smiled lightly, but it soon morphed into a frown as she tried to raise her head. A throbbing headache suddenly hit her.
"I'm never drinking again…" the brunette grumbled.
"Callie? Are you awake?" Arizona asked from the kitchen.
"No… I'm dead…" Callie groaned. She slowly sat up and the headache seemed to get worse.
"You're hung-over. Come here and sit. I made you breakfast," Arizona smiled.
Callie really did not want to move, but she slowly pushed herself off the soft cushions and trudged over to the bar. She saw Arizona for the first time that morning as slid onto one of the stools. The blonde was cooking scrambled eggs and toast. Two simple things she could actually cook without burning to a crisp.
"How is your head not pounding?" the brunette frowned.
"It is. I guess I can just hang with the hangover a little better than you," Arizona happily replied.
"Urgh…" Callie groaned. "Did I drink more than you or something?"
Arizona squinted her face in thought. "No, don't think so." The blonde shimmied over to the cabinet, pulling out a plate, and then slid over to the dishwasher, grabbing a clean a glass. After that, she bobbed over to the refrigerator to grab some orange juice.
"Stop moving around so much, you're making me dizzy," Callie grumbled, placing her fingers on either side of her temple. The brunette leaned her elbows on the counter.
Arizona smiled, looking at her miserable partner. "Sorry…" She finished plating Callie's food and placed it in front of the Latina. "Eat… you'll feel better."
Callie obeyed and began to eat her scrambled eggs and toast. Within a few minutes, she did begin to feel better. The brunette looked up at the woman standing on the opposite side of the counter from her. "Where's your food?"
The blonde was sipping coffee from a cup that had Ms. Piggy on it. "I already ate."
"Of course you did."
It was then that Callie glanced down at herself and noticed the pajama bottoms she was wearing. Her eyes widened as she saw multiple figures of the same bouncy orange and black cat on the clothing. "You gave me Tigger pajamas?" the brunette asked, squinting her eyes in an accusatory manner.
Arizona snickered behind her coffee cup. "You don't like Tigger?" the blonde innocently asked.
The brunette scoffed with a chuckle. "Yeah, like twenty-five years ago maybe."
"Well, you wore Tigger last night. Get over it."
As the blonde turned around to the cupboard, Callie silently mocked Arizona's words, "You wore Tigger last night. Get over it." But then smirked. She had to admit, the childlike side or Arizona was pretty cute.
"Do you take creamer in your coffee?" the blonde asked, over her shoulder.
As Arizona reached for a cup on a top shelf, Callie's eyes drifted down the back of the blonde's body. "Yeah, a little…" her voice trailed off. As Arizona moved about the small kitchen Callie observed the blonde's nightwear. She was wearing a pair of baby blue pajama shorts that went way higher than mid-thigh, a spaghetti strap top that matched, and a white silk robe to appear a bit more decent. But that did little to stop Callie's raging libido.
The blonde was just adding some creamer to the dark beverage when she suddenly felt strong arms snake around her waist from behind. Arizona gasped and instantly closed her eyes.
Callie pressed herself flush against the blonde's back and Arizona could feel everything… the brunette's soft breasts, Callie's beating heart, her ass pressing against the brunette's heated crotch... everything. Callie had her completely overwhelmed with temptation.
"I'm sorry…" the brunette whispered, leaning her cheek near Arizona's shoulder. "I shouldn't be doing this… but just had to hold you…"
The blonde felt herself trembling at the brunette's touch. Her body overwhelmed with lust and need. "Calliope… please…" Arizona weakly protested.
Callie inhaled the blonde's vanilla shampooed hair and was instantly addicting to the scent. Her hug became a little tighter as she basked in the sensation of holding the woman she loved. "You feel so good…" the brunette whispered. Her breath hitting the spot just below Arizona's earlobe.
The blonde closed her eyes even tighter, suppressing the moan that wanted to pass through her lips. She was desperately trying to fight the urge to turn around and kiss Callie senseless.
"Arizona…" Callie husked.
"Please, go…" the blonde requested in a small breathy voice.
Callie remained where she was, holding the blonde against her. The last thing she wanted to do was leave, but she knew better. They had to keep it professional between them, no how hard that would be.
"Okay…" the brunette whispered, trying to hide the disappointment in her voice. She took a careful step back and released Arizona from the embrace.
The blonde remained where she was, not daring to turn around.
"I'll go…" Callie quietly said.
Arizona felt Callie's presence leave the kitchen and then heard footfalls head into the living room. The blonde gripped the counter in front of her, trying to control herself. She wanted Callie to come back and hold her again, but she pushed back the temptation. She heard Callie rustling around in the room, probably changing back into her street clothes, Arizona concluded. Soon the front door could be heard opening. There was a pause… and then the door finally closed. Callie had left. Arizona let out a shuddering breath and closed her eyes. She could still feel Callie's heated body against her. The brunette's arms around her in a warm embrace…
"Fuck…" Arizona breathed. She turned around and stepped out of the kitchen. Opening the hall closet, she pulled out a towel. She needed a cold shower, stat.
