I find it hilarious how so many more ppl read this story here than at the Calzona fan forum I also post to, but I get more reviews over there. Ah well. I'll assume you want more I guess from the alerts and few favs. Thanks for them btw :) Enjoy.
Callie bit her bottom lip, humming along to the vibrations of the bus, failing to ignore the still searching knee, digging and bouncing against her. Her jean covered legs spread out further in front of her, the V stance of a rock star. The gray fabric, speckled with red flecks peaked through the space underneath her until it was replaced by a pale hand that worked to massage her inner thigh. She had to grip the seat railing in front of her when the bus hit a bump in the road, and her sensitive little ub slammed down against Arizona's boney knee cap. She let out an awkward moan, which she tried to cover up with a fake hiccup, but Arizona saw right through it.
The majority of people had looked away now, afraid to face the gay couple. But some people continued to watch, entranced by the open display of affection, from admiration, jealousy, or simply from perversity. Arizona wanted to continue until they all looked away; she wanted to make them feel as uncomfortable as they tried to make her feel, but upon seeing some of the men smiling sickly at them, she huffed her agitation and stopped, sure that if she continued Calliope would get off.
Her hand stopped rubbing Callie's thigh, pulling back to wrap around her waist in an adoring hug. Her knee stopped its assault and met with the other one to form a more innocent seat for her Mami.
Calliope, half disappointed, half grateful for the end of her wife's sexual torture, breathed against the window, fogging up the glass. "what was that?" She asked under her breath to the woman whose lap she still sat upon. Arizona smiled halfheartedly, hearing the desire still in her voice but feeling guilty.
She paused to breathe, capturing the spicy vanilla perfume she loved, then spoke in a little over a whisper, "I wanted you to cum. And I wanted them to watch." She bit her tongue, holding it steady between her teeth, binding it do as to not say anything so brazen again. Calliope's eyes fluttered and the heat between her legs suddenly rose to her face, bringing with it a rouge to her cheeks. She finally let go of the seat railing to wipe a section of hair away from her blushing face.
"Arizona... I..." She failed to understand the sudden onslaught of kinkiness from her normally shy in public wife. But the Freudian ID in her didn't want to argue with it. "Why did you stop?" Arizona had to laugh out loud at that, filling the middle of the bus with a bubbly, hearty sound. Heads half turned in her direction until they realized who the laugh was coming from, and, not wanted to see more than they paid for when they boarded the bus, kept their eyes forward.
"I wasn't getting off on them watching." She now whispered for only Calliope to hear. "I wanted to make them uncomfortable... They were staring at us with that look." Arizona let off. Callie understood now. She reached for Ari's hand and held it against her own stomach. She turned her head to the side and kissed her angel softly and unarguably publicly politely.
"Baby, let them stare. Maybe they'll learn something." She placed a quick kiss to her temple and turned around once she saw her wife mulling that over.
The bus came to a creaky, screeching halt at the corner of Cristo. The sky was dark,. Dusk had just pressed upon the city, creating shadows along the uneven buildings and low lit street. Calliope got off of Arizona, offering her a hand. Arizona got up quickly, trying to regain control of her numb, wobbly limbs, before grabbing her purse and walking off of the bus, all the while resisting the childish urge to have the last "word" with the ignorant passengers. If she were one of her patients, she would have stuck her tongue out at them. But she wasn't a child. She was in her early forties and even though she looked youthful and was still spry, she couldn't pull it off. Instead, she held her head high and walked straight off the bus without a glance at any of them.
When they got off of the bus, Calliope let the blonde walk ahead, and turned to look at some of the passengers through the windows, (though she couldn't see in, she was sure they could see her.) She grabbed a healthy handful of Arizona's ass and pulled her back for a deep, passionate kiss, right on the curb of Cristo. Gasping and grunting could be heard as the bus pulled away and the women giggled into each others' mouths. "What happened to just letting them stare?" Arizona questioned, gaining a smirk from the brunette in front of her.
"I'm a rock star, Arizona. I could feel an encore coming on, and I couldn't NOT deliver to my fans." She said, starting up her swagger. Arizona galloped to meet her pace and grabbed her hand, turning her around and nearly jumping into her arms to kiss her, hands holding her face, fingers sprawled against the golden flesh beneath them.
"You are a rock star, Calliope. And I'm your biggest groupie." She beamed.
The bus was long forgotten when they reached Chief's. They sat by the water on the rocky shore line while they waited for a seat. Corey would call them when a table opened up.
Arizona sat between Calliope's legs, leaning back into the warm body behind her. The spicy vanilla perfume whipped in the wind, encasing her in a magical bubble, cut off from all that was not Calliope. She closed her eyes and reveled in the cocoon of their love.
Aaliyah weaved her finger's through Nattie's dark hair, pushing her head down, wanting her mouth closer. Her toes curled and released and she whined for more through her soft whimpers.
"I need to stop..." Natalie continued to think. She dug her nails into her girlfriend's supple ass as she tried to still her tongue. She loved her, so much. This was killing her and enlivening her at the same time. This was everything her heart wanted – Everything her body wanted. But it wasn't perfect because she had HIV. She had HIV... The thought had escaped her during her early tumultuous submission. She knew she should have stopped but she had forgotten why, until she heard her lover say
"Its perfect. You're perfect Natalie. Natalie..." And Natalie had finally stopped. Her mouth hung open, frozen. Her tongue slipped between the saturated fabric and her lover's swollen pink skin. Liyah moved underneath her, shifting to get the friction back. She opened her eyes and braced herself up on her elbows, staring down at Natalie.
"I have HIV... I have... I can't do this." Natalie pulled her tongue from her and sat up, head hung low. She could taste her blonde vixen on her tongue and lips, and she savored it as she castigated herself for being so irresponsible with Aaliyah. She wasn't sick. She would NOT get her sick, even if she had to give everything she wanted up.
Aaliyah pulled her legs up in front of her, insecure and worried that it wasn't good for Natalie. She mimicked her and hung her head as she fought against the tears already forging their way out of her. "Was it... You didn't like it?" Liyah held her legs to her. Her voice brought Natalie out of her thoughts.
"What? Oh.. no.. it was..." "Selfish. DANGEROUS!" Once again she was lost in her thoughts, which pounded like TNT, lit up and set off uncontrollably in her head. But Aaliyah took her lack of an answer to mean that she actually didn't enjoy it.
"Was it the way.." She let some tears spill in shame, "the way I taste? Or..." Silence met her as her girlfriend licked the inside of her mouth, trying to remember the exact way she tasted. She loved the way she tasted, honestly. But she could never have that again.
"I could have gotten you sick Liyah. Making love with me is a death sentence." Aaliyah covered her face with her hands and let the flood fall. Everything was perfect. They were in love. And now she ruined it. She kept thinking of all the things she could have done to make it better. This was her fault. Maybe she needed to eat more fruit, or celery.
"Yea, celery makes it taste sweeter.." She recalled from an article she had read online. She thought about her bathing habits but decided she couldn't possibly be any cleaner of a person. She cried harder when she felt Natalie get up from the bed, and heard her mutter something before she walked out of the bedroom, and let the door swing shut, leaving her scared and pained girlfriend to broil in her shame.