A/N: There is sex in this. It is quite literally the most detailed sex I've ever written. Have fun!
Callie presses and presses and presses the elevator button, and Arizona giggles against her neck. Her hands slide across Callie's abdomen, thumbs hooking under the stretchy material of Callie's blouse.
"So impatient," Arizona murmurs.
Callie shoots a glance at the hotel concierge, who is very pointedly not looking in their direction. She slams her hand against the button a few more times for good measure.
They're at a conference, and they really, really should not be doing this. It's honestly one of the worst things they could do, all things considered. New York has been good for them. Arizona's finally dating again, and Sofia's doing better in school, and Callie's… fine. Her best friend is her ex-wife, so.
Also she's pretty sure she's about to have sex with her.
As soon as the doors open Arizona pulls her into the elevator and kisses her. Callie groans, sucks Arizona's bottom lip into her mouth. Scratch that: Definitely about to have sex with her.
Callie pushes Arizona up against the mirrored wall of the elevator, sneaking her hand between Arizona's waist and the handrail behind them, pulling Arizona up to her toes as she kisses her again. Arizona tastes hot and minty and clean, something Callie had almost-but-not-quite managed to forget.
Arizona tugs hard on Callie's hair. It makes Callie's head spin. She pushes her thigh between Arizona's— oh, she loves the way Arizona's legs fall open, the way Arizona is just so fucking responsive— and brings Arizona down onto it, guiding her hips with both hands. Arizona's skirt bunches up where Callie's thigh is pressing against her clit.
"What if I fucked you in here?" She slips one hand underneath Arizona's skirt, pushing it up just enough that she can see Arizona's panties. Arizona grinds against Callie's leg and pants into Callie's mouth. "You'd let me, wouldn't you? God, you would."
Her hips stutter and slow, so Callie takes her by the jaw and says, "Don't you dare stop." and starts kissing her neck, something about the taste of salt and skin making her feel a little insane. She feels out of body, out of control. She needs this. She hasn't made Arizona come in over a decade.
"Cal—Calliope," Arizona stutters, and Callie recognizes it immediately as the sound she makes right before— just one more drag of her clit against Callie's thigh and—
They spring apart at the sound of the elevator ding-ing a warning. Arizona hastily pulls her skirt back down, smoothing it out with trembling hands.
Her cheeks are flushed and pretty and she must be wet down her thighs. Callie wants to scrape her teeth against Arizona's throat.
Somehow they make it to Arizona's hotel room without fucking against one of the walls between the elevator and the door, but it's close. They just can't stop kissing each other, even as Arizona swipes her keycard and starts pulling Callie's clothes before the door even swings shut behind them.
Arizona giggles as they fall onto the bed, naked and tangled up in each other. She climbs over Callie, brushing her lips against Callie's forehead.
"Is this a good idea?" she asks.
Callie flips them so that she's on top now and slides down Arizona's body, sucking and biting her stomach as she goes. "Probably not. Do we care?"
Arizona giggles again. She shifts, pulling an overstuffed hospital pillow under her shoulders. "Honestly? I kinda don't."
"Then quit talking and let me do my thing."
She slots herself between Arizona's thighs so that her chest is pressed up against Arizona's cunt. Then, she lightly, delicately, presses her tongue to the rise of Arizona's hipbone.
Instinctually, Arizona hips move against her. "Oh— oh," Arizona moans.
Callie gasps, feeling something hot and wet moving against her chest. Oh.
Callie pushes up against Arizona as Arizona grinds down experimentally. They both gasp when Callie's nipple brushes Arizona's slit. Jesus.
Arizona whines, rubbing against Callie's chest harder now, shuddering as she chases the friction. When Callie looks up at her, Arizona's watching the way her cunt slides against Callie's tits, smearing slick from the swell of her breasts up to her collarbones.
"Uh-huh?" Callie asks, starting to move with Arizona's hips. Her voice is a little condescending, a little teasing. "Yeah?" Arizona bites her lip. Nods, desperate. Her grinding gets more insistent.
She's so wet. It's— obscene. Callie can see and feel all of it, everything. She can see the way her own skin shines, glossy and covered in come, can feel Arizona pulsing and clenching as she gets closer and closer.
It's like nothing Callie's ever experienced. It's all connection and no space between their bodies, Callie pressed against Arizona and Arizona pressed against Callie. A bead of sweat appears on Arizona's stomach. Callie licks it off. Greedy thing.
"Can you come like this?" Callie asks. Arizona shakes her head and covers her eyes with one shaking hand, but she doesn't stop— she's sliding back and forth against Callie's chest faster now, angling her hips up to get a better angle. Callie maneuvers slightly, slipping one arm over Arizona's right thigh and shifting herself so the full length of her chest is able to press against Arizona's clit harder. "How about now?"
This time Arizona's eyes roll back in her head and she braces her hands against the headboard, adding a little extra pressure to her twisting, rolling thrusts against Callie's chest.
"Well," Callie says. "Do it."
And Arizona does.
God, Arizona does. She makes this sweet, addictive sound in the very highest part of her throat, her eyes wide and shocked and blue, a bright red blush wrapping around her throat like a hand. She writhes. She's perfect.
Callie understands, very suddenly, that they were never really over. They can't be. It's too good.
Callie untangles herself from between Arizona's legs, kissing up her body. She hovers over her, pushing Arizona's hair back from where it's stuck to her forehead. Then she kisses her temple. Arizona hums, turning her head so that their faces are pressed together, cheek to cheek.
"Get down here," Arizona murmurs, and Callie goes happily.
She lets herself be flipped onto her back, Arizona's arm curving beneath her neck as they kiss away Arizona's orgasm.
Eventually Arizona moves down to slowly lick her come off of Callie's chest. Reverently. She hums at the taste as she rolls her tongue against Callie's skin, gently rasping it along Callie's collarbone. Oh, God. Her mouth. Her soft, pink mouth, open and sucking herself off of Callie's tits.
She holds Callie's eyes as she goes lower, kissing the tip of Callie's nipple. She holds Callie's eyes as she sucks it into her mouth, fluttering her tongue around it in circles. She never stops watching Callie react. It's hungry and hot.
Her nails drag down Callie's stomach. She moves even lower, kissing the top of the vertical surgical scar between Callie's breasts. It's mostly faded now, but Arizona knows where it is— Arizona will always know where it is. She asks, "Is this okay?"
Callie's breath hitches.
Callie isn't insecure about her body, really. Not much, anyway, not more than any woman over 40 with a child would be. But she feels a little nervous as Arizona digs her teeth into the lush rolls where her ribs become her waist, as Arizona pulls back to trace her nails along one silvery, pale stretch mark.
For her part, Arizona's eyes are almost black with desire. She's shaking a little. Desperate to touch Callie. Her finger traces another line, this one across Callie's lower stomach, before bending to kiss along it softly. Callie holds her breath. She feels the gentle, even shiver of Arizona breathing against her skin.
Birthmarks, freckles, and moles are next. Soon Callie is a twisting, babbling mess of bite marks, begging Arizona please, please, please.
Arizona's staring up at Callie through her lashes as her head dips lower and there's something about that look she gives her. Something possessive and wanting.
Finally, her mouth moves to the last mark on Callie's body.
Callie blushes, hates the way her voice gets thin when she says, "You don't have to… I know it's not…" pretty.
"I don't have to what? Want my wife's body? Desire her?" She takes the sensitive skin right above Callie's mound between her teeth carefully, biting down just enough to make Callie's hips jolt up towards her mouth. Then she slides the flat part of her tongue along Callie's c-section scar, fingers digging indentations into Callie's waist as she holds her in place. "The body that carried our child?"
"I— I—"
"I'll pass, thanks," Arizona says, settling one of Callie's thighs over her shoulder. "Fuck, you smell good."
Arizona slips her thumb inside of Callie to test how ready she is, groaning when it slides in without resistance. She rests her cheek against Callie's thigh and watches Callie take her fingers. Two, first. Then three, and that's easy too. Callie's wet enough.
Arizona shifts her face forward, her nose brushing Callie's coarse hair as she moves to lick around Callie's clit, never touching it directly. Her moan is muffled against Callie's cunt. The sound vibrates just fucking right, so Callie tangles her fingers in Arizona's hair and presses harder into her mouth.
Earlier, Callie thought she was going insane. She was wrong; now is when Callie goes insane.
Arizona thrusts and twists and curls her fingers, fucking into Callie a little rougher. So needy, so absolutely ruined. "I want, I have to be inside you."
"You—" Callie moans, stops. "Inside now? Yes?"
"I need more. Can you take one more? Just one, Calliope, you can do it, please." Callie bites down on her lip and nods. "Just one more, just one more," Arizona repeats nonsensically. She sounds wrecked. Arizona pulls her fingers out briefly, and Callie makes a demanding, impatient noise before Arizona's thrusting back into Callie, her pinky tucked beneath her ring finger. "Oh my God."
It's a stretch— of course it's a stretch, it's too much, it's perfect, it makes Callie ache and pulse and feel powerful. She's so— it's so—
Arizona flattens the full length of her tongue against Callie's clit and lets Callie ride her face while she fucks her with her fingers.
Callie tightens her grip in Arizona's hair, tugging hard to get Arizona's tongue where she wants it. Arizona likes that. She whines and makes pretty noises with her mouth still on Callie's clit. Her calloused fingertips press up, up, up until Callie's writhing under her.
"You're so soft, you're so fucking soft." Arizona pulls back to watch her fingers sliding in and out of Callie's cunt again. Her voice is almost incoherent, awe-stricken. "Look at you. I can't stop looking at you."
Callie can't think straight. She has to squeeze her eyes shut just to keep from coming at the sound of Arizona's voice. All she knows is that she doesn't want Arizona to stop— she really, she needs Arizona to keep doing that. Her hips lift to meet Arizona thrust for thrust. The headboard slams into the wall behind them.
If Arizona fucks her hard enough, maybe Callie will get to keep the indentations of Arizona's teeth on her inner thighs. Maybe her body will hold the shape of it when they're done.
"Are you gonna come for me?" Arizona starts playing with Callie's clit with her thumb, rubbing it back and forth. "Please, please look at me, Calliope. I need to see your eyes."
Callie's eyes snap open and she looks.
Arizona. It's Arizona.
It never stopped being Arizona.
"I— you—" Callie barely stops herself from saying I love you when her orgasm hits, and when she's throbbing around Arizona's hand, and when she clenches her teeth around her own pleasure.
Again and again and again I love you courses through her. She feels her body loosen as Arizona gently guides her through the wave.
Arizona slips her fingers out of Callie, flexing her wrist.
Callie's thighs squeeze together in tight bursts with the aftershocks, muscles clenching and unclenching and clenching again. She grasps blindly for Arizona's hand— Jesus, it's still wet— and drags it up her body, then links their fingers together over her heart.
"So, your wife, huh?"
Arizona follows their hands up Callie's torso. She flips her hair over to one side and leans in to nip Callie's earlobe. "Hmmm?"
Callie shifts uncomfortably, realizing that was probably not the right thing to say. "You, uh, you called me your wife. Earlier."
"Did I? Wow, okay, um." She laughs nervously. "That's… forget about that, please. It was just… habit. I should really, I should go, actually."
She swings her leg over the side of the bed, back towards Callie as she reaches down for her abandoned prosthetic.
"Arizona, stop, Arizona— Arizona! This is your room," Callie reminds her, grabbing at Arizona's wrist to keep her from leaving.
"Oh. Right. I just— I, I forgot." Arizona says with the cadence of a very, very unfunny joke. She tries to blow a piece of hair out of her eyes. "For a second there."
Callie rolls her eyes, tugging Arizona back into her arms. "Just… come back to bed, alright? You can freak out in the morning." And then, quietly, sadly: "It doesn't have to mean anything."
Arizona settles herself into the spot between Callie's arm and her chest. "It means something, Calliope, of course it means something."
"It does?"
"Yeah, it does. It has to."
"Okay." Callie cringes and blurts, "Also I think I'm in love with you."
"Goddamnit, Callie," Arizona groans. "Really?" She pushes up on one arm, staring at Callie intently. Really staring at her, like she knows Callie or— like she needs to prove she does, anyway. Like she needs to reassure herself that she would know if Callie was lying. Callie tries to keep her face as open as possible. She wants Arizona to find whatever she needs to find there.
Finally Arizona relaxes, snuggling back into Callie's body.
"Fine." she says, sounding resigned. "I love you too."
And, well— the orgasm has Callie in a pretty good mood, so that's enough for her. At least Arizona said it back, even if she doesn't sound particularly happy about it. Callie can deal with a little bit of resignation.
Especially when Arizona rubs her forehead against Callie's neck, melting into Callie. She feels so good in Callie's arms.
It's a start.
Besides, the conference lasts three more days. That's more than enough time to win her wife back.
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