It may just be me, but for some reason, writing sex scenes between Aaliyah and Natalie creeps me out. I mean they're only 16, which for most people doesn't seem like a big deal, but idk maybe I was just a good girl at 16 xD anyway its creepy also because I'm 19, and I feel like I'm doing something questionable... like going after a jail-bate girl xD. Well, anyway, enjoy your smut. Hahaha. I tried to keep it as non-creepy for myself as I could while still delivering a much needed plot thickener =P

Aaliyah laid down over Natalie, whose hands were still kneading her breasts, fingers slowly making their way under her bra. Moaning at the contact, the intense reaction brought on by the sexual tension from the past five months, Aaliyah nipped at the skin by Natalie's ear. The brunette massaged the back of Liyah's neck, raking her fingernails delicately up into her hair and down again, an action that always set Liyah off. Spreading her legs at the contact and whimpering for more, she begged Natalie with her unsteady breathing. She wanted more. She needed more.

"Arizona?" Callie was looking around the shelves of candy for her wife, who was missing somewhere amidst the sugary treats. "Arizona, come out come out wherever you are... Ollie Ollie oxen-free!" she summoned the cheery blonde to no avail. Her wife, consequentially, couldn't answer her. Her mouth was taken over, full from a square of rocky road fudge. She tried to "Mmm" loud enough to let Calliope know where she was, but she ended up confusing a nearby customer into thinking she was choking. The customer was freaking out under the pressure of the thought of having to perform the Heimlich, and didn't register Arizona waving him off.

Instead, the frightened shopper called out, "Is there a doctor here!" Callie heard this and followed his voice to a most hilarious scene. Arizona was waving her hands back and forth in front of her body while her cheeks were puffed out from the fudge. Her face turned a bright pink and she stopped waving almost immediately when she saw Calliope, who was doubled over laughing at her. Clearly Arizona hadn't been choking.

The paeds surgeon finally chewed the fudge up and could talk again. She thanked the scared and baffled stranger for his concern and murmured a "don't even," to Calliope, who was having a difficult time holding in her laughter. Instead of harping on her embarrassed wife, she decided to let it go; it was just too easy. She rubbed Zona's back and wrapped an arm around her shoulder, guiding her far, far away from the free samples and towards the door.

Aaliyah kissed her girlfriend, sucking on her bottom lip and nibbling it almost to the point of becoming numb. She started lifting Natalie's shirt up, pushing it above her stomach and bra, but Natalie wouldn't let her undress her. The submissive suddenly became the dominant, and she tossed Liyah onto her side, getting up to position herself over top of her.

She unhooked Liyah's bra and began planting wet, hard kisses all over her bare chest. She wanted to be in control. She needed to be in control so she could stop this. She needed to stop this, but Liyah was making that insanely difficult. Nattie let her weight rest on her left arm, continuing to knead Aaliyah's breast with her right hand and sucking on it tenderly.

Giving into Natalie's animal instincts only heightened Liyah's arousal. She loved being taken; at least in most of her day dreams she did. Nattie was very much in charge of this as far as Liyah was concerned, and so she gave up any and all of her power. She wanted this.

The couple walked side by side, taking a swift stroll to the movie theatre on Barkley Ave. They had cut the list down to two movies: "Bloody Night: The Day After," and "The Great Cupcake War." Of course, you could easily guess who wanted to see what.

"But I've already seen the first! I need to see the sequel!" Callie whined.

"Yes, but mind is cute! And besides, it was suggested that I see it."

"Yea, by little kids." Callie rolled her eyes.

"I've heard it got great reviews," Arizona pressed on, ignoring her.

"How about I go see the "big girl" movie, and you go see the "little girl" film?" Arizona pouted and stopped walking, forcing her wife to stop and turn around to face her.

"Turn around Calliope... You know you can't resist me.. Haha I've so won this." It took a lot of practice over the years for Arizona to learn to control the joy that came with winning, but she had it down pat now. She walked up to meet her sour wife with a quick kiss on the cheek. She couldn't help but smile when the brunette bombshell interlocked their fingers together and started up their pace again.

Bodies were sweating against the fabric that covered them. Aaliyah's pants were slipped from her body and her whole existence was thrown into this moment. She ached deeply and her heady, earthy scent filled the room. Her panties were bunched up against her, saturated in a pool of her juices. She needed release. She bucked her lower half up to rock against Natalie, who was on her hands and knees over top of her girlfriend's stomach, planting more kisses, trying hard to stop from going down any further.

But she couldn't once she felt her lover's need. She tenderly kissed Liyah over her soaked fabric, taking a deep breath in and breathing in the most intimate, overwhelmingly sexual scent of her hot, wet girlfriend. She opened her mouth over her damp mound and sucked on her timidly over her panties.

"I need to stop. I need to stop. I need to stop. I need..." was all Natalie could think. Aaliyah's head was turned to the side, eyelids squeezed closed, fingers running through her own hair as well as Nattie's.

The movie wasn't as bad as Callie wanted to make it out to be, it actually had some really funny moments, and she almost was glad they saw it, because of the way it brought a light to Ari's face. But the major reason she had wanted to see the mediocre zombie flick was because Arizona would have practically sat on her, and terrified, had her head buried in her, hot breath on her skin.

As they left the theatre, Callie fixed Arizona's shirt, a teal colored peasant top that was clinging to itself, pushed above the waistline of her jeans. They waited for a bus to take them to Chief's. If it wasn't already getting dark, they might have considered walking it, but they weren't prepared to get their "Buffy" on if someone attacked them, so public transportation was their only option.

When the bus came to pick them up, they made their way to the only empty seat left, where Arizona sat down, pulling Calliope on top of her. They were rewarded with prying eyes. Most of the looks they got were judgmental, disapproving, and purely ignorant. Even though gay marriage was accepted as a right in Washington state ten years ago, people were still prejudiced.

The blonde used to get a little nervous in public places when showing affection, but eventually her worries faltered. There was no reason they should hide when the law was on their side. So, seeing some of the disgusted looks, she ran a hand down Calliope's hair, moved it to the side, and planted a kiss on the back of her neck. Callie didn't even notice the other passengers; she was just too comfortable being in her angel's arms, and was too focused on ignoring the vibrations from the bus driving over cracked pavement, in addition to the knee digging its way between her legs.