These Are the Moments (No. 5)
Title: These are the Moments
Author: clanket
Pairing: Callie/Arizona
Rating: PG-13/T
Summary: Cute little moments in the fictional lives of Callie and Arizona. Pure fluff and will be a series of stand-alone stories.
Callie gets a late-night craving that she needs to have satisfied.
A/N: I know I’m sucking with the updates lately but I promise I haven’t given up on any of my in-progress stories! They will all be completed in due time.
Disclaimer: All television shows, movies, books, and other copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for-profit, it constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and are not intended to be libellous, defamatory, or in any way factual.
Callie had been lying in bed for nearly an hour fantasizing. Fantasizing about the delicious breaded cutlets that should be making their way down her gullet and warming her tummy with their delicious, warm goodness. And they would be smothered in sweet ‘n’ sour sauce. And be eaten with a side of fresh, crispy fries.
She whimpered as her stomach growled once more and brought a hand to her ever-expanding bump. It couldn’t even be classified as a ‘bump’ anymore, really; it was more of a roadblock, she thought. But it still demanded to be fed. So Callie rolled over to face her girlfriend.
“Baby?” she whispered as she ran a hand up and down her lover’s arm. “Arizona, wake up,” she sing-songed. The blonde turned away from Callie and continued to sleep. “Come on, I need you,” she tried again a little louder.
Arizona finally grumbled something into her pillow.
“Love of my life, mother of my child,” Callie flattered as she snuck her hand under the blonde’s shirt to stroke her back. “Baby, wake up please,” she mumbled between kisses to a pale shoulder.
Arizona finally awoke and craned her head around to look at the brunette. “What?” she rasped.
“Wake up, I need you,” Callie whispered into her ear.
Arizona dropped her head back to her pillow, brushing Callie off with, “I’m tired. Take care of it yourself. I won’t even be awake to notice.”
Callie pulled her head back, her brow scrunched in confusion for a moment before it hit her. “What? Oh, no, not that.
“Wait, you really wouldn’t get up for that?”
“Callie,” the blonde whined as she burrowed into the pillow, willing sleep to overtake her once more.
Callie pressed herself into her girlfriend’s back, relishing the warmth as her hand worked its way to the blonde’s side and move up and down the smooth skin there.
“Please wake up. I really need chicken nuggets,” she whispered.
Arizona’s head shot up in disbelief at that, making Callie pull back in surprise.
“Are you kidding me?” she asked over her shoulder. “It is,” she started then looked at the clock on her nightstand, “quarter after one in the freaking morning and I’ve only been asleep for two hours.”
“I know, I know,” Callie conceded apologetically, “but I really need chicken nuggets.”
“Callie,” Arizona whined and kicked her feet under the covers. “I worked an 18 hour shift. I am tired and I need to sleep.”
Callie pulled the blonde into her body, massaging her stomach to entice her as she felt her own belly ripple with the baby’s movements. Arizona smiled despite herself when she felt the kick at her back.
“Please?”
“No. Go get a snack from the kitchen. I’m sleeping.”
The brunette contemplated how she could convince her partner to get dressed in the middle of the night just to go to a drive-thru for some McNuggets.
“What if,” she whispered and sucked on the blonde’s earlobe, “I promise a whipped cream bikini in your future?”
At that, one blue eye popped open and Callie took it as a victory. “I’ll spend as long as you want eating it off you.”
That’s when Arizona replied with a curt “nope” and bunkered down, getting comfortable in the plush bedding.
Surprised, Callie pulled back then rolled her eyes. “Fine, you can eat it off me.” This made the blonde turn toward her. “After I have the baby.” And Arizona once more rejected the offer and laid back down.
“Fine,” Callie huffed. “You can eat it off me whenever you want,” she agreed desperately. She knew that she hadn’t let the woman touch her often since she started showing, feeling more like a hormone casserole than a human being - or two human beings. But she couldn’t help how she felt about her rapidly changing body.
“While you eat the nuggets?” Arizona tried.
“What? No,” Callie responded immediately. “Any time that I’m not stuffing my face with gross fast food.”
“Come on, Callie, you barely let me touch you anymore,” the blonde whined as she turned over to face her girlfriend. “This way you’ll be kinda distracted. Maybe it’ll even help get you comfortable,” she reasoned while running her hand over the baby bump.
Callie huffed in annoyance. “Whatever, just get me some McNuggets, please?”
Arizona rolled out of bed and threw on the pair of socks and sweatpants she’d shed just hours ago then pulled one of Callie’s oversize sweaters over her head.
“Fine, but you’re getting Wendy’s chicken strips.”
“What? No!” Callie protested, offended. “That’s not even close to being the same thing! I want McNuggets!”
“Do you even know how those are made, Callie? It’s ‘mechanically separated chicken’. It’s basically ground up entire chickens, smushed into little nugget shapes!”
“So? It’s delicious!” the brunette argued petulantly, crossing her arms over top of her stomach and below her growing breasts.
Arizona finished putting her hair up into a messy bun before stepping back to the bed and leaning over Callie to place a chaste kiss against her girlfriend’s pouting lips. “If I’m going out in the middle of the night to satisfy your cravings, then you’ll eat what I bring you,” she said with a smile then pushed herself up to her feet.
Callie remained prone on the bed, arms crossed, pout on her lips, frown on her brow, as she listened to the sounds of the blonde pulling on her shoes and jacket before finally hearing the jingling of car keys.
“Don’t forget the sweet and sour dipping sauce! And honey!”
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Arizona stopped by a 24-hour convenience store on the way to Wendy’s. Though she thought that $5.99 for a canned of whipped cream was tantamount to highway robbery, she bought two because she was sure that Callie would want some as soon as she saw herself enjoying the treat and also because if it was going to let her pleasure Calliope then it really wasn’t that much to pay, after all. She froze on her way to the car.
Really? This is what it takes for me to be able to have sex with the woman carrying my baby?
With that thought plaguing her mind, Arizona made her way to the Wendy’s a few blocks from their apartment and put her order in through the drive-thru telecom.
She paid the teenager working at the window and sat back as she waited for her order of chicken to finish frying. Three minutes, the boy had said. But to her, it felt like an eternity.
“We’re just waiting on the fries now,” the teen updated her. Arizona nodded absently before turning to him.
“Hey, do you have a girlfriend,” she glanced down at his nametag, “Michael?”
The boy, surprised by the edge in her voice, mutely shook his head in the negative.
“Good. Don’t. I mean, they’re nice and cute and sweet most of the time but then you knock them up - don’t knock up your girlfriend, Michael,” Arizona demanded sharply. Michael swallowed. He didn’t usually have pretty blondes yell at him in the middle of the night.
“Um, I don’t think that’s gonna be a problem,” he shrugged. “I’ve never had one.”
Arizona squinted at him appraisingly. He had bright orange, curly hair sticking out from beneath his Wendy’s baseball cap; acne marred his otherwise attractive features and braces attracted too much attention to his still-crooked teeth.
“Good for you. They’re evil,” she whispered. “I got my girlfriend pregnant. I worked an 18 hour shift and then she sent me out to get her freaking chicken nuggets in the middle of the night. Now she’s at home, in our comfortable bed with our warm sheets while I’m out here getting her fried freaking chicken to satisfy her weird pregnancy cravings. But does she satisfy mine? No!
“She won’t even let me touch her! So I have a plan. I have come up with a plan, Michael.”
The teen looked a little scared. Seriously, what was with the crazies coming out during a full moon?
“Um, that plan…does it involve chicken nuggets or strips? Because you said strips?”
Finally, and not soon enough as far as Michael was concerned, a co-worker handed him a paper bag with the crazy blonde’s order in it.
“Shut up about the strips, Michael!” Arizona snapped. “They’re fried poultry. She’ll eat what I bring her.”
“Okay,” he agreed, slowly reaching the bag out to her as if he were approaching a wild animal.
“God, what am I gonna do?” she asked, tears starting to prick at her eyes. Between the sexual frustration, long shift and sheer exhaustion, Arizona couldn’t keep her emotions in check. “She’s great, and I mean, I love her. But how am I supposed to do this without even getting sleep? Or sex!”
The boy finally understood that this blonde wasn’t crazy; she was just an over-worked, over-tired woman trying to take care of someone - two someones. He looked around to make sure there was no one within ear shot and then leaned forward onto his elbows and looked the blonde straight in her eyes.
“I can’t really help you out there seeing as I’ve never even had a girlfriend,” he started embarrassedly, “but the way I see it, it’s gotta be better going home to someone you love, even if they have crappy cravings at crappy times. Take it from someone who sleeps alone every night.”
Arizona chuckled lightly, wiping tears of frustration from her cheek. “Yeah, you’re right.”
Michael handed Arizona her drink with a smile.
“Oh, I also need, uh, honey and sweet and sour sauce,” she said as she tried to clean herself up. “Thanks,” she told the teen as she grabbed the packets. “I’m sorry about all that. You really don’t need a stranger to unload their issues on you.”
The boy shrugged and wished her a good night. “Well that was interesting,” he mumbled to himself.
xxx
Arizona made her way into their shared apartment with the grocery bag holding the whipped cream and hastily shoved-in fast food hanging off her wrist, the hand of that arm clutching the 16 ounce drink that came with the combo, and her other one fiddling with the key to pull it out of the lock. Stupid key always gets stuck on the out stroke.
“Calliope?” she called into the silent apartment as she toed off her shoes, not bothering to pull up her sagging sweats; she was at home, what did it matter if her panties showed?
“Calliope?” she called again on her way to their bedroom. Standing at the open door, she found the brunette asleep, half propped up against the headboard. “Oh, no you don’t,” she mumbled. “Wake up, I have your stupid chicken strips here,” she whispered sweetly even if she was a bit irritated that her girlfriend had the gall to fall asleep while she was out getting her food in the middle of the night.
Arizona placed the drink and bag of food on the nightstand before moving to straddle her sleeping beauty. She took the opportunity to look at her - really look at her. Callie’s face had become rounder as a result of the hormones assaulting her body, not to mention all the fried foods that “the baby” had been craving as of late. She moved a lock of the Latina’s long bangs off her face and smiled as her nosed twitched.
Callie’s breasts had certainly grown, as well. Arizona slid her hands from Callie’s shoulders down the sides of her chest, gently cupping the heavy mounds before moving on to her stomach. Her swollen, beautiful stomach. She gently massaged the bump under which she knew her baby slept; it had its own circadian rhythm, just like they did, and often slept easily for about four hours, starting around 2AM. She couldn’t hold back the smile at the thought that this was a real little person in there. Her own tiny human.
Arizona leaned forward as her hands pushed under Callie’s sleep shirt in search of that warm, taut skin, and kissed the sleeping woman on the lips as her fingers made soothing patterns across her sides.
“Calliope,” she whispered between kisses. “Wake up, pretty lady.”
Callie gave a very unladylike grunt and pressed herself deeper into the pillows. “Sleep.”
“Oh, no, no. you sent me out in the cold in the middle of the night for food, so you better get up and eat it,” the blonde warned. Callie’s brow furrowed, her foggy mind trying to make sense of this conversation.
“Food?” she grunted, eyes still closed.
“Mhmm,” Arizona confirmed and sat up. She reached over for the bag and opened it, grabbing one chicken strip and dipping it into the first sauce packet the found. She looked at it suspiciously. “This is way too bright to be real food,” she said as she peered into the little plastic container and sniffed it. “Maybe you shouldn’t eat this. I’ll eat it,” she teased.
“No,” Callie whined, her hands coming up to rest on the blonde’s thighs. “Mine.”
Arizona smiled. “Then you’ll have to sit up. It’s dangerous to eat lying down.”
Callie stayed as she was but opened her mouth, expecting to be fed. She was surprised when the blonde leaned forward and kissed her instead. When a tongue entered her mouth, Callie was able to discern the distinct taste of fried chicken and a hint of sweetness and groaned.
“You taste delicious,” she admitted. “If you don’t feed me I’m gonna bite you.”
Arizona smiled at her between more chaste kisses. “Come on, sit up. I’ll feed you if you want,” and lifted herself up enough to allow the brunette to pull herself up to lean against the headboard.
She resettled on the Latina’s lap as she dipped the chicken strip into the sauce again and brought it to those full lips. Callie rubbed the sleep from her eyes, her mouth open expectantly, and the blonde couldn’t help but laugh at the childish display. It was the little moments like these that made her happy, not the grand gestures or the move from one type of relationship to another, and she couldn’t hold herself back from placing kisses all over the side of Callie’s face, even as the woman chewed her food.
“I love you, I love you, I love you!” she declared before nuzzling into Callie’s neck.
The brunette laughed lightly and brought her hands up to smooth up and down Arizona’s back before settling them on her behind, tucked comfortably between her panties and sweats. She turned her head into the creamy neck and placed a kiss to the skin there then opened her mouth to whisper into the blonde’s ear. Arizona expected a similar loving sentiment but got, “Give me another bite,” and laughed.
She sat up and took a bite of the chicken herself before dipping it into the sauce once more and offering the rest to Callie. Arizona sighed as they looked at each other; Callie content, if tired, and Arizona obviously thinking hard on something. The brunette kept eye contact with her but stayed silent. Arizona would open up when she had put her thoughts in order.
The blonde hung her head momentarily then looked guiltily at Callie through her lashes. “I yelled at the kid working the drive-thru,” she admitted sheepishly. The Latina’s brow knitted together in surprise.
“You what?”
“Yeah,” Arizona nodded. “I just feel like I’m constantly tired. If I’m not working then I’m at your every whim and this pregnancy is exhausting. And I am horny, Calliope. I am so horny,” she admitted with a defeated shake of her head.
She saw the Latina open her mouth to argue and continued speaking to keep her from doing so. “No, don’t even think that. I want this and I am happy. I’m just exhausted. And I know that you're the pregnant one, I know that you’re doing all the work,” she said as she ran her hands over Callie’s stomach once more, smiling automatically at the implications of that bump.
“But I also realized something,” she said, looking into Callie’s dark eyes again. “I realized that I come home.”
“Yeah, you better,” Callie scoffed. “You’re kinda stuck with me now.”
“No, you’re not hearing me.
“I come home, Calliope. I don’t come back to an apartment or furniture or a place to sleep. I come to a home - to our home. I am lucky to get to sleep beside you - someone I love - every night, shifts willing; I get to know that when I have a bad day there is someone who cares and who wants to make it better; I come into an apartment that isn’t filled with things but with love and memories and warmth. I come home to a home.”
She placed the sauce container on the nightstand and cupped Callie’s face in her hands, oily fingers be damned, and leaned in to press a loving kiss against her lips. The Latina responded immediately, her hands finding purchase on slim hips (she kind of hated the blonde for having the luxury of keeping her figure).
“So you’re really okay with this? No regrets?”
Arizona pulled back to look into Callie’s eyes, to make her feel her sincerity when she answered, “No regrets. Not ever,” and leaned back in to kiss down her tan neck.
Callie gave her room to work but still protested. “Arizona, you know I feel fat. And fast food in the middle of the night isn’t exactly sexy.”
The blonde smiled against her neck. “Mm, I disagree; everything is sexy with you.”
When Callie objected again, Arizona sighed and pulled back. She grabbed the chicken strips from the paper bag and shoved one into Callie’s hand, propping the container against her thigh, and then pushed the sweet and sour sauce into the other.
“Hey, wha-” but she was cut off by her assertive girlfriend.
“Shut up and eat, Calliope,” then reached under the paper bag to retrieve a can of whipped cream.
“Oh, what’s the drink?” Callie asked, her attention momentarily taken by the new item.
“Fresca, no ice,” was the blonde’s absent response as she tore the cap off the pressurized bottle and lifted Callie’s shirt just enough to reveal the baby bump.
“Hey, what’s with the hands, grabby?” Callie demanded while trying to push her shirt back down but stopped at Arizona’s stern stare.
“You said I could eat whipped cream off you while you ate so eat.”
“What - seriously? Right now?”
The blonde huffed and over-exaggerated the motions of Callie’s hand to dip the chicken into the sauce and then carefully brought it to her mouth.
“I’m not a child, I know how to eat.”
“Good, then do it.”
Arizona watched Callie take a bite and start to chew it then squeezed a trail of cream across her tummy just above her bellybutton. She scooted down until she was eye level with Callie’s stomach and started to lap at the sweet treat.
Callie threw her head back in pleasure. “Seriously, Arizona, if this is what I start associating with fast food then I’m gonna be so fat by the time this baby is born.”
The blonde smirked against her stomach, enjoying the contact she’d missed for far too long.
“You know, my stomach isn’t as sensitive as it used to be,” Callie admitted. At the raised eyebrow she continued, “It still feels good, don’t get me wrong, but it feels different. Like the nerves are more spread out or something.” She took another bite of her chicken before moaning.
With her head thrown back, Callie missed the devilish sparkle in blue eyes. Arizona watched Callie for a few moments until swallowed and then swiftly pushed that nightshirt over a straining bosom. Before Callie even knew what was happening, Arizona had placed two large dollops of whipped cream on Callie’s nipples and took one into her mouth, gently sucking on her breast and flicking the little hardening nub with her tongue, but avoiding any use of her teeth.
“Oh, God. Yeah, yup. Those are really sensitive,” she moaned. Callie lifted her head to watch Arizona work her and decided that she wanted some dessert, too.
“Give me some whipped cream,” Callie breathed hotly.
“I thought you’d never ask.”
With a smirk, Arizona swiped the cream off of Callie’s other nipple with her tongue and brought it up to her lips. She pushed her tongue into the Latina’s hot mouth along with the treat and ground down onto her when she heard Callie’s moan. The blonde hastily threw the remnants of Callie’s greasy cravings onto the nightstand without breaking their kiss.
She finally pulled back when she felt they needed more whipped cream and rejoiced in the heavy breathing and deep flush that had formed on Callie’s face and chest.
“God, I love your ideas,” Callie moaned again.
“This was actually your idea,” Arizona grinned, “but who’s keeping track?”
Moment No. 6