Co-Write: Practical Magic (Ch. 7)
Title: Practical Magic
Authors: istillam & livelovelearneg
Pairing: Callie/Arizona
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: All television shows and other copyrighted material referred to in this work, 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.
Summary: Arizona wants to throw the Peds department a Halloween party. Enlisting the help of her girlfriend, Callie, ever the competitive spirit, decides to have her own go at it, badass ortho style. Who will come out on...top?
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A/N: Story by istillam & livelovelearneg. I simply co-wrote chapter 7 & the epilogue with livelovelearneg and am re-posting with permission to keep it archived.
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I look at Callie quizzically as she pulls and tugs me along behind her. My head is spinning from the booze and I’m fairly certain I crashed into four or five people on the way out of here. The look of sheer determination on Callie’s face is just so fucking sexy. My heart is racing in my chest and I’m trying my hardest to keep up with her, but my legs are shorter and without my Heelys - and having had too much to drink - I’m flailing around miserably.
“Callie, where are we going?”
“No questions, just walking.”
“But...I’m drunk!”
“I know, and I fully plan on taking advantage of that. Just keep up.”
I do as I’m told with a loud huff and a firm pout. She turns her head back around and gives me a smoldering look of lust and want and fucking cockiness, and I swear to God I feel like the luckiest woman in the world. Because I get thatwhenever I want, wherever I want, as often as I want. Yep. My life is kinda awesome.
She comes to a stop, me nearly barreling into her as she does so. She shoves me against the door, pinning me with one hand by the chest as she pulls back and peeks her head around the corner in each direction. She looks so adorable trying to be stealthy and secretive and everything, but I’d really like to know what the hell is going on.
“Earth to Callie-”
“Shh!”
“Dude. Hot, drunk girlfriend here. Where are we? You aren’t going to kill me, are you?” I giggle a little at my own joke.
“Did you just call me ‘dude’?”
“Got your attention, didn’t it, darrr-ling?”
“Yeah, it did, Karev. Now shut your mouth.”
“Ugh! Just tell me what’s going on and where we are!”
“I used to sleep here. In the basement. Behind this door. So I could get first dibs on the best surgeries. The Chief found me dancing in my underwear and banned me from living in it anymore. But, I left the shit in there, bed and all. And right now? I'm going to throw you onto that bed and fuck you senseless. Anymore questions?”
“I...nope.”
“Good, now stand guard while I pick this lock.”
I stand aside to make room for her, walking to the wall, totally James Bond surveying for anybody who dares come here and ruin my evening. I hear her cursing from behind me and I turn to look at her.
“You look so hot being all criminally. Just so you know.”
“Shh!”
“But...y’know...my kids are going to be super devastated that Batgirl has turned to a life of crime...”
“I bet your kids would be super devastated that I’m going to fuck their perky, giggly surgeon so hard she screams, in this very room, as soon as I - aha! Got it.”
She lunges forward, grabbing my wrist and pulls me roughly into her, kissing me so hard it almost knocks the wind out of me. She turns us around and starts walking me backwards into the dark room, slamming the door hard with her foot as she stares into my eyes with such intensity it’s almost frightening.
...well, it would be if it weren’t for the ‘bat ears’ she’s currently sporting.
Ruining the moment, I suddenly burst into a fit of giggles.
She glares.
I can’t stop.
Dammit.
***
Callie tugged hard on Arizona's waist, pulling her deeper into the heart of the room. This was way more than sex. This was raw lust. And Callie was good at raw everything.
"Really? You're giggling? I'm about ready to fuck you and you're giggling?" Callie shot her a stern and disapproving glare that made Arizona shiver. No longer her gentle, romantic, adoring lover, Callie was all business.
Arizona tried her best to sober herself, screwing her face up in concentration. “No. Absolutely not.” But then a very unimpressed, very peeved Batgirl glared even harder at her, and another small giggle escaped her lips.
Arizona clamped her left hand over her mouth to stop the sound from escaping. Her right reached up to play with the bat ears on Callie’s costume. They were cute.
"This is either going to go one of two ways. You're going to shut up and take your clothes off, or you can keep giggling and I'll make you shut up and take the clothes off myself. Either way, you're gonna be naked, and I'm going to fuck you. So you better make up your mind, right now." Callie’s jaw locked and the look she was shooting Arizona made her a little scared, but a lot turned on.
A deep shiver ran down Arizona’s spine, and she bit her bottom lip, blue eyes widening in feigned innocence. You don’t fuck with Batwoman. Batgirl. Whatever.
Except she was thoroughly enjoying Callie’s obvious frustration. She could work with that.
Callie slammed into her, making her back pedal further into the room and towards what she assumed was a bed in the far corner. It was kinda dark, and she couldn’t really see.
“Maybe you should make up my mind for me,” Arizona suggested with a wicked grin, running her hands up the front of Callie’s leather-clad body.
Sweet Jesus. She had no idea how the woman had managed to get into this thing, but she was so freaking glad she did.
Her fingers moved up to try and locate the zipper on the front.
Which, evidently, didn’t exist. So, then she tried the back.
“Fuck,” Arizona swore under her breath, pretty much groping around Callie’s entire upper body in the darkness, trying to figure out how to get this thing off of her. “How the hell do you...?”
"I thought you were a skilled surgeon and a gold star lesbian? You can't even get a girl naked? I'm thoroughly unimpressed."
Arizona growled in frustration, her teasing and giggly demeanor quickly disappearing. “Shut up and take it off, Torres.”
"No. You want me naked? Do it yourself. Just like I'm going to get you naked, right now." She grasped for the side of Arizona's shirt with both hands and pulled at the hem with so much aggression even she had no idea where it came from. Pulling roughly, she smirked when she heard a very loud rip as it tore mostly in half. "I told you. If you didn't make up your mind, I was going to make it for you."
Arizona blinked in surprise down at the torn material. “Hey!” she pouted indignantly, feeling just the slightest bit put-off. “I worked hard on that costume!”
"And I loved it, very much, it was perfect. But now? I want my girlfriend back. And I want her naked. I want you naked. So...no apologies." Callie leaned in and placed a kiss on the blonde's lips, softening just a tiny bit. She wanted Arizona to know she had very much appreciated the effort.
She just wanted to fuck her more.
Arizona had put the costume together for Callie, so she relented a little on the guilt-trip. Also, when a woman as hot as this one was literally ripping your clothes off, you don’t complain.
Callie dropped her mouth down to run her tongue up along the length of Arizona’s neck, ending off with a hard bite against her jaw.
Suddenly feeling a fire ignite in her chest, Arizona launched herself at Callie. Spinning them around, she grabbed her by the shoulders and jumped up to wrap both legs around her waist, catching her by surprise. Callie backpedaled, in the direction Arizona prayed the bed was in. She hadn’t really thought that part through before leaping into Callie’s arms.
Arizona had never before jumped into Callie's arms like that. And Callie was fairly certain it was the hottest thing she'd ever done. Stumbling back at the added weight and momentum from the move, the back of Callie's calves hit the edge of the bed and she toppled backwards, Arizona landing firmly on top of her. As she did so, she pushed her hips into Callie's and rotated them just enough not to care that the tides had suddenly been turned completely.
Grunting as they bounced against the mattress, Arizona’s fingers immediately started to claw at the leather body suit. She was this close to trying to rip through it with her nails, when her fingers finally found what felt like a zipper against the back of Callie’s left shoulder blade. Arizona wasted no time in roughly pulling it down, cursing under her breath when it got stuck several times. She was always very aware of her language, considering she worked with children, but in the bedroom with Callie, all attention to detail flew out the window.
Especially right now.
Callie was more than a little surprised at the string of profanity flowing from Arizona’s lips as she worked at the material of her costume.
Arizona gave up after a second when the zipper got stuck halfway down Callie’s back, and settled for ripping the left shoulder down as far as it could go. She instantly leaned in and bit hard against her girlfriend’s collarbone, lavishing the angry red mark with her tongue.
"Fuck, Arizona..." Callie swallowed back hard, her head spinning. She was a little frustrated that her girlfriend had turned the tides on her, so she grunted and attempted to push up enough to flip them. She had spent the entire day thinking of a hundred different ways to fuck Arizona, and she was not going to spoil those plans by enforcing her 'I'm a top, my way or the highway' thing she'd always pull whenever Callie tried to be a little dominant.
Hey - her girlfriend had control issues and liked to exhibit them all over Callie's body - who was she to complain? Then again, right now, this was Callie's show, and she'd be damned if Arizona was going to win.
Tightening her fingers around the blonde's waist, Callie leaned up and pushed herself hard into Arizona’s front, staring her dead in the eyes. She locked her jaw and shifted enough to roughly shove the woman off of her. Slamming her hands around her wrists and pinning her to the bed, Callie brought her mouth to Arizona's shoulder and ran her tongue along her exposed flesh. Reaching her neck on the way up, she dragged her teeth and pressed them firmly into her skin as she made her way along.
Arizona gasped and squirmed underneath her, digging her nails deeply into Callie's leather-clad back. Hearing her hiss as she bit down hard once more, Callie smirked. She had her right where she wanted her.
Arizona may have been drunk, but not drunk enough not to fight for it.
Her whole body shuddered beneath Callie as she bit down even harder, temporarily incapacitating her. She clawed at her girlfriend’s back, but there was just so much leather. Too much. Hot, hot leather that she was going to force Calliope to wear more than just once a year, but leather that was in her way and keeping her from touching skin. Warm, smooth, sexy, naked skin that she wanted to...
Arizona pulled in a ragged breath and suddenly yanked her right hand free of Callie’s grasp. For the moment, the brunette didn’t seem to notice, as her own then moved down to rake her nails across Arizona’s exposed stomach between the ripped shards of what was left of her shirt.
Arizona’s eyes rolled back into her head.
Not. Making. This easier.
Finally, she placed her hand on Callie chest and gave her a hard shove to the side, successfully dislodging her. She tossed the brunette onto her back and threw a leg over her waist, straddling her.
Arizona grinned triumphantly in the darkness and squeezed her thighs tightly around her girlfriend’s waist, holding her in place. Her own hands flew up to pull at the tangled mess of what was left of her costume. She managed to pull it up and partially over her head, but along the way it got tangled in a hair clip. Arizona groaned in frustration and twisted a little, trying to yank it off.
However, in her equilibrium-challenged state, she leaned a little too far to the right, unaware that her most recent pinning of Calliope had brought them right up against the edge of the bed. By the time she realized what was happening, her clumsy self was unable to correct the momentum shift, and she found herself tumbling off of the bed entirely, landing on the floor with a loud ‘oof!’ and a pitiful moan, still tangled in the remnants of her costume top.
Callie lay on her back for a few seconds, trying desperately not to laugh hysterically at the fact that Arizona had just tried to be all sexy and dominant and in control, only to flip herself off the bed and land flat on her face.
Yep. Her girlfriend was certainly a graceful one.
Rolling onto her stomach and getting up onto her knees, Callie leaned over the edge of the bed to make sure Arizona wasn't hurt. She hadn't reappeared yet, and her protective instincts had kicked in. Peering over the edge, Callie's eyes widened at the sight of Arizona rubbing her head and pouting, crunched up against the wall. She had to be the cutest thing in the world. Hearing Arizona 'hmph' as she caressed the bump on her head, Callie couldn't help it and cracked up.
Arizona pushed herself into a half-sitting position and glared at Callie, narrowing her eyes considerably. “What are you laughing at?” she griped, wincing and rubbing a hand over the goose egg that was forming.
Hey, at least she'd managed to escape her shirt, finally.
"You tried to top me. And you launched yourself off of the bed and landed on your head. You're supposed to be a witch, and you still face planted. Not really the sexiness you were aiming for, babe." Callie snickered loudly once again, because seriously, this was hilarious.
Arizona gritted her teeth, a sudden determination settling back in.
Callie wanted to laugh, huh? Well, then she would just have to get her focus back to where it was supposed to be.
Arizona launched herself to her feet - sort of, as she stumbled and fell down on her ass one more time. Which, of course, was when Callie cracked up completely and doubled over on the bed, laughing her ass off.
Huffing and blowing a strand of hair out of her face, Arizona got back onto her feet and practically line-backer-tackled Batwoman onto the center of the bed, landing on top of her with a grunt.
"What the fu-?" Callie tried her hardest to push the blonde off of her, not exactly amused at being tackled, but mostly not enthused about Arizona stealing the show and topping her...again. Shoving her in the shoulders and shifting beneath her, Arizona's response kinda shocked Callie.
By grabbed Callie by both wrists and slamming them down against the bed, accentuating her point with a hard forward thrust of her hips. Her blue eyes burned with intensity as they bore down into Callie’s dark brown. “Take off your fucking batsuit,” she ordered, voice leaving no room for arguments.
Callie swallowed back a little, but didn’t move. She...kinda couldn’t.
Arizona suddenly sat back and yanked Callie half-sitting up by her wrists, dropping them almost the instant she was up enough. She managed to get the zipper down a little more in the back, and proceeded to rip into the suit, yanking it roughly down her girlfriend’s body. She wasted no time at all, dropping her head into the crook of Callie’s neck, biting her yet again. As soon as the suit was pooled around her waist, Arizona shoved her back against the bed and kissed down along her shoulder.
At this point, Callie was shocked into submission. There was no way she was going to put up any kinda fight. As much as she had walked into this thinking she was going to be the one in control, with Arizona doing that, she honestly coulda cared less. Arching up into Arizona's touch, she relented with a long, loud groan.
Feeling some of the resistance drain from Callie’s body made Arizona smirk triumphantly. Now she could get down to business without having to worry about a power struggle.
She wanted her, and she was going to damn well take her right friggin’ now.
Arizona sat up again, straddling Callie’s waist, and raked her hazy eyes over the front of Callie’s body. Her exposed skin was flushed, though she wasn’t sure if it was from wearing a leather suit for several hours, or from the wrestling match they’d had going on for a good twenty minutes by now. But her eyes settled almost immediately over Callie’s breasts, which were framed by the sexiest piece of black, lacy lingerie that Arizona had ever laid eyes.
Apparently, Callie had been plotting this private little ‘after party’ all along.
“You’re fucking sexy,” Arizona growled, running her hands down the front of Callie’s chest, digging her nails into her flesh as she went.
Callie coulda cried. Right then and there. As Arizona dug her nails into her heated skin, she was sure she was gonna die if the blonde didn't fuck her. She was already turned on, and this? This was a whole different level of anything they'd ever experienced as a couple. The stinging from those nails quickly skyrocketed into a dire need to just...just...she didn't even know.
Callie Torres was at a loss for words.
That was a fucking first.
Arizona’s right hand moved down to Callie’s front bra clasp, easily unhooking it with a single finger and a smirk. She lifted an eyebrow down at her girlfriend as she pushed both cups aside, then immediately rounded both hands up to firmly grasp her breasts.
A deep, needy moan escaped Arizona’s lips as she gently squeezed her palms against them, thanking the Gods for Calliope Torres’ un-fucking-believable breasts and how perfect they were.
Callie gasped as Arizona roughly kneaded at her chest. She tried desperately to get Arizona to look at her. As much as she was incredibly sexy right now, she didn't want this to be flat out angry sex. As hot as that was...she needed a connection. "Arizona," she panted. "Look at me."
When she did so, the intensity in Arizona’s eyes her pretty much took her breath away. This was a side of Arizona she'd never seen before. And she was damn well enjoying it's presence. "You're...fuck...d-don't stop."
“Do I look like I was planning on stopping?” Arizona whispered in a low voice, choosing that moment to once more squeeze those perfect breasts. Callie’s eyelids fluttered, it made her smile.
She slowly slid both hands down Callie’s stomach, resting on the scrunched up rubber suit around her waist. Her eyes never left Callie’s face, watching as she eased it down over her hips, slower this time. More careful. There was no doubt she was still fired up, but she was in this for Callie. To make her feel good, and make her come harder than she’d ever come before.
She didn’t need five drinks in her system to show her girl a good time, but they did help the confidence level a bit. Or maybe it was the fact that she was kind of fucking Batwoman right now. Either way, she wanted to work Callie into such a frenzy that she passed out when she came.
Reaching up and grabbing Arizona by the back of the neck, Callie tugged her down, needing to feel her, to taste her. Pulling her into a kiss, Callie groaned when Arizona bit down hard on her bottom lip, then pulled back almost instantly and sat up again.
Girl was not fucking around.
Squirming slightly and getting frustrated with Arizona's lack of movement, and getting even more frustrated at the fucking suit that was now starting to glue itself to her skin, Callie lifted her hips high into the air, clawing desperately at the fabric and then shooting Arizona a glare when she couldn't get it off herself. She was sweaty and it was Arizona's fault. She damn well better help her get this thing off. Now-ish.
“Easy, Tiger,” Arizona teased, sitting back on her heels, enjoying watching Callie struggle. She ran her right hand up and down the brunette’s sensitive stomach. “What was that you said again about a certain gold star lesbian who ‘can’t even get a girl naked’?” She pulled her bottom lip in between her teeth and pretended to look thoughtful. “Hm...I think there’s maybe an apology in order.” She smirked, pretty happy with herself for working Callie up this much, then making her wait for it. Served her right for being all attitude-y and smug, and even a little -
She got distracted from her thoughts when she realized how cool is was in the room, and how...perky certain parts of her girlfriend’s anatomy were.
"I never said anything about my abilities to get myself undressed. Pretty sure that's your job. And you're still not doing it." Callie grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her down roughly, making Arizona topple on top of her. "Get this fucking thing off. Now."
“Yes, ma’am,” Arizona teased. She pulled away from her grasp and moved both hands to the material. She shuffled down her legs and slowly pulled the leather suit along with her, tugging and yanking a bit as the slow going frustrated them both.
This thing was hot, but seriously, it was not her outfit of choice for Calliope to be wearing when she was desperate to fuck her senseless. They’d both be old and grey by the time she peeled it off.
Finally, Arizona moved to the side and dropped the suit around Callie’s thighs, quickly moving her hands down to get at her boots. The freaking sexy black lace-ups that made her want to fuck Callie even more than she already did, and that was a feat in itself.
After several minutes of struggling, Arizona had Callie stripped down completely, and there was a sigh of relief from them both. She immediately climbed back over top of her and pulled her into a deep, searing kiss, closing her eyes and pushing her body into Callie's.
Callie broke the kiss with a gasp as Arizona’s skin glided against hers. "Don't...‘yes ma'am’ me. Just...fuck me already. Jesus." Callie arched her back and pressed her body into Arizona's as much as she could. It didn't achieve much, but hopefully, and she certainly wasn't above begging at this point, Arizona had gotten the hint. She was way beyond teasing or displays of control. She was wet, incredibly turned on, and more than ready for her girlfriend to top her.
Arizona stole one more kiss before moving her lips down Callie’s body. She bypassed her breasts, somewhat reluctantly, because she knew where Callie desperately wanted it most.
Settling back down on her stomach in between her thighs, she pulled them both over top of her shoulders and turned her head to the left, licking a wet path along her girlfriend’s inner thigh. She smiled against her skin when she felt the muscles beneath her hands quiver in anticipation.
"Baby..." Callie could feel every single nerve ending in her entire body. And every single one of them was screaming at her for release. Arching up and inhaling a deep and staggered breath, she lifted her head to look her beautiful girlfriend in the eyes. Pleading with her. To show her just how much she needed her.
Arizona had never seen something sexier than the way Callie was looking at her. It sent a shiver through her body, and made her plan to tease pretty obsolete.
She closed her eyes and placed her mouth over Callie’s sex, dragging her tongue slowly up through her slick folds. The taste of her lover was overwhelming, and instantly exploded on her taste buds. Callie was already soaking, and the scent of her arousal invaded Arizona’s senses.
She really should’ve gotten her naked much sooner.
Groaning heartily, Arizona gripped tightly onto the thighs surrounding her head and stroked her tongue briefly against Callie’s clit, then dipped it down once more to tease her entrance.
Arching into Arizona's mouth out of instinct, Callie's eyes slammed shut and her left hand shot down to grasp tightly to her blonde curls. "Oh, God." Tugging her hair a little to get her attention, she waited until Arizona looked up at her. And when she did, Callie's heart swelled. Dirty, sexy, dominant fun had turned into something so much more. “Give me your hand."
Arizona smiled a little as she turned her head to place another little love bite on the inside of Callie’s thigh. She reluctantly released her left hand and slid it up her stomach, at the same time dipping her head down to tease the length of her tongue against her girlfriend’s swollen bundle of nerves.
Gasping sharply and closing her eyes again, Callie reached down and fumbled around until she found Arizona's hand. Lacing their fingers and squeezing hard, she needed to feel Arizona. Not just sexually, because God did she ever, but she also needed to show her she loved her.
This was about lust, plain and simple. But even still, they were more, and Callie needed just a little of the 'more' in every one of their encounters. Whether it was about fucking the other senseless or making love, this is what she loved about their relationship. The fact that they could be doing both at once. And even if she couldn't speak or move or do basically anything that wasn't involuntary because Arizona's tongue was currently doing...that, she still remained grounded by the gentle touch of their fingers. That way, Arizona could feel the things she was doing to her body with every squeeze.
Arizona stroked her thumb along the side of Callie’s hand, holding it tight. She closed her eyes and focused on using her tongue to draw every last ounce of wetness from inside her lover as she could. She alternated between sucking at her clit with her lips, then delving down to tease at her wet entrance.
Her blue gaze popped open and she glanced up to gauge Callie’s reaction, before working her tongue down and pushing it inside of her as far as she could.
Groaning with unabashed intensity, not even thinking about whether anyone would hear her, Callie arched up, lifting her head desperately before slamming it back down on the pillow. When the blonde repeated the motion, Callie scooted down slightly, digging her heels into Arizona's back, pushing down against the bed and pulling up in an attempt to force Arizona's tongue even deeper.
"Ari..." Low and drawn out, it came between ragged and unhindered breaths. God, Callie loved what this woman could do with her mouth.
Arizona stroked her tongue inside of Callie the best she could from this angle, then would pull back to glide it along the outside of her entrance, groaning at how much more wetness flooded out to her waiting tongue. She loved how worked up she could get Callie, and how she could keep her on edge for hours if need be.
But that’s not what she planned to do tonight.
Arizona pulled her tongue back and released her grip on Callie’s thigh, bringing her right hand up. She very slowly rubbed the back of her knuckles along Callie’s length, smiling a little when the brunette jerked her hips a little.
“Tell me what you want,” Arizona husked in a low voice, dipping her head down again to suck the brunette’s clit, flicking the tip of her tongue against it.
"I want...I want you to kiss me. God, please just kiss me." Tugging on their intertwined fingers, Callie hoped the blonde would give up just an ounce of control to kiss her. She needed to feel her, connect with her, and kissing her was the only way that was gonna happen.
Arizona would never say no to that. Kissing Callie had to be her highest-ranked, all-time favourite hobby.
Yes, even when taking into consideration her current...activities.
She stole one last swipe of her girlfriend’s wetness with her tongue, then peppered her skin with light kisses as she worked her way back up her body. She felt Callie’s fingers weave into her hair, and was instantly pulled into a deep, loving kiss. Her eyes slipped closed, and she lost herself in it, pressing her body down into her girlfriend’s.
"God...I love you so much." Callie pulled back slightly to look her in the eyes, her heart pounding in her chest, her pulse racing at the base of her jaw, echoing in her ears. Arizona tasted like...raspberry vodka. Which, usually was a turn off for her, booze breath, but there was a subtle sweetness about it that drove Callie insane.
Through her mixture of alcohol and raging libido-induced haziness, Arizona smiled a little, her features softening. Never in a million years had she imagined having sex with Callie in the boiler room of Seattle Grace Hospital. She was all for on-call rooms, but the idea of the boiler room on any other day would have been kind of a turn-off.
But it was Halloween, she had had a few too many, Callie was dressed as Batwoman, and she didn’t fucking care about where they did it.
“Baby,” she breathed softly, placing another soft kiss along the edge of Callie’s mouth. She worked her way up along her jaw, taking time to make each kiss as good as the last one. She paused over the spot where she could literally feel Callie’s blood coursing violently through her veins. Combined with the pounding of her heart that she could feel against her own chest, and the small hitch in her breath as Arizona dragged her fingers through her wetness...
“Tell me what you want,” Arizona repeated, turning her head ever so slightly so she could sigh into Callie’s ear. She accentuated her words with a quick swipe of her fingers once more.
Arizona knew what she wanted. But she needed to hear Callie say it.
"Y-you, I want you, in-" Before Callie could actually get the words out, Arizona circled the tip of her finger around her opening, teasing her. She didn't play fair. At all. "...oh God. I-inside. I want you inside. Please."
Arizona Robbins considered it a great personal triumph whenever she could get Calliope Torres to beg for it. It wasn’t necessarily something she aimed for on a daily basis, but she thoroughly enjoyed bringing Callie to the brink before finally giving her an ounce of relief. The amount of heat radiating and the slick wetness that easily coated her fingers told her that Callie was more than ready.
Arizona pushed her index and middle finger all the way inside of her, curling them down to rub against her walls as she started a slow, yet deep rhythm of strokes. Before Callie could make a sound, she captured her lips in a lingering, sensual kiss.
Groaning into it and nibbling on Arizona's bottom lip when she tried to pull away from her, Callie Torres loved everything about the things Arizona could do to her body. Every. Single. One of them. And as much as she hated being teased - hated - when the blonde did it, it made her heart twist and her head spin and just about every single time it made her so fucking wet she thought she'd die if Arizona didn't fuck her right at that moment. The relief she felt at finally being penetrated was...yeah.
Arizona’s left hand moved down to run along Callie’s smooth thigh, pulling it up and around her waist before resting her forearm against the bed for support. She shifted her weight and moved up enough that with each forward thrust of her hips, it drove her fingers deeper inside her girlfriend, adding more pressure behind each movement.
She never stopped kissing her; even when she pulled back for a breath it was less than a second before they were kissing once more. She started thrusting her hips a little faster, pushing her fingers in a little harder. She moved her lips down to nibble against the side of Callie’s chin, releasing a harsh breath of her own.
Callie couldn't form a thought. Not one. All she could do was feel. Everything. Every thrust, every heartbeat, every kiss. The way Arizona's tongue would curl around her front teeth just slightly, or how she'd scissor her fingers just so on a downward thrust, hitting every single spot at little more. How she'd drag the back of her middle knuckle when Callie would meet her fingers with her own thrusting hips, how her ring finger would push and just barely brush past her entrance, but never fully dive inside. She could feel every bead of sweat the blonde shed, she could feel every muscle in her own and Arizona’s body twitch and jump at contact. But most of all she could feel every ounce of love Arizona had for her. And while it made her heart swell, to have this gorgeous woman, flush on top of her, fucking her with such passion and wild abandon, she also felt how incredibly sexy it all was.
God, was she lucky.
Arizona groaned harshly into Callie’s ear, her free arm straining against the bed to hold herself up as she worked her fingers inside Callie at a steady pace. She quickened her movements, feeling how her partner’s heart pounded against her chest, how her breath picked up, how each tiny moan that slipped from her lips sounded a little more desperate than the last.
She wanted to make it good, more than good. She wanted to make her come so hard, she couldn’t move for a week.
Arizona twisted her fingers a little, curling them upward as her right arm strained, thrusting into Callie as hard as she could in that moment. She could feel the body beneath her shaking, and she pressed down into her harder, rocking her own forward with every few thrusts.
Callie couldn’t hold back even if she wanted to. And she really, really didn’t.
She threw her head back against the sheets as Arizona bit down on her neck once more. The vigorous thrusting of her fingers proved too much, and she finally felt herself tipping over that edge, where she promptly crashed.
“Fuck,” Callie hissed as her whole body convulsed beneath Arizona. The leg around the blonde’s waist tightened and pulled her in impossibly closer, as stars exploded behind her eyes and she nearly went blind.
Yes. That good.
Her fingers clamped down against Arizona’s back, and she dug her nails in as deeply they could go, drawing a low, throaty moan from Arizona as she dragged them along her skin. She shook and writhed, her inner walls clamping down hard around the digits inside of her, and clung to the woman above her in every way that she could.
Arizona fucking loved it. She loved that Callie was so vocal when she came, and she loved the look of pure ecstasy on her face. She loved how hard she squeezed around her fingers, how wet she was and how hard her nails bit into her flesh. She loved it all.
Arizona continued to move and pump her fingers throughout her lover’s orgasm, dragging it out as long as physically possible. She buried her face into Callie’s neck and sucked hard at a patch of skin. Hard enough to leave her mark.
To go with all of the other ones currently marring her body. There was a good chance Batwoman would need a scarf the next day at work.
Callie saw stars. Mother fucking stars. She'd never seen them before, and she'd always kinda thought that the notion sounded a little ridiculous. But seriously, stars. And just as the pulsating bursts of light slowed, her brain went fuzzy and all she could feel was Arizona's lips by her ear. Not the fingers deeply inside of her, not her own erratic heartbeat, not even the lingering result of her powerful orgasm.
Just Arizona's lips.
Not even aware of the amount of time that passed, Callie opened her eyes with a light sigh. God, she loved Arizona. And God, she loved those fingers of hers.
Arizona had pulled out about five minutes ago, and curled up against Callie’s side, holding her close and placing soft kisses along her collarbone and shoulder. She wasn’t completely sure if the brunette was unconscious, but she was breathing, and moving, so she didn’t worry too much.
The small amount of light coming from - fuck, she had no idea where the dim glow was originating from - but it illuminated her girlfriend’s body just enough that she eventually saw brown eyes blink open.
She couldn’t help it. Arizona Robbins grinned smugly, and her sexual ego swelled just a little more than it already was. She'd made Calliope Torres pass out from an orgasm. Who's the rockstar now?
“Hi.” Her voice was low and somewhat husky as she leaned in to plant a kiss against Callie’s cheek.
"Mmm..." Callie wasn't really capable of much else at the moment. As much as she willed her lips to move and her voice to work, they weren't cooperating. A drawn out hum of acknowledgement would just have to do.
Arizona’s sly grin only grew. “Glad to know you’re alive.” She nibbled on her shoulder, tracing her fingers along Callie’s bare stomach. Even though the room was a cooler temperature, Callie’s skin was still flushed and a layer of sweat shone in the little light available. She found it super sexy.
"Alive...yeah. Why wouldn't I be?" Callie had to ask. She knew she was walking into a trap, she just knew it. And she regretted it as soon as it left her mouth.
“Because I just screwed you into unconsciousness.” Arizona made no effort to hide the pride in her voice. “And submission.”
"Did not. Totally totally did not. Liar.” Callie just fucking knew it. But she had to open her big mouth...
“Honey, you’ve been out and barely moving for five minutes.”
"I don't believe you. Two seconds, tops." Seriously.
Arizona let out a bark of laughter. “Yeah, okay, sure. Two seconds. And you didn’t snore more than once the entire time.” That part, she was kidding, purely because it drove Callie insane whenever she made fun of her for snoring. Which, she did, but not in an overly-annoying way, it was more...endearing.
"Fuck you, Arizona. Just...fuck you." Callie mumbled under her breath and scowled at her girlfriend. "Don't really like you right now."
“Excuse me?” Arizona cocked an eyebrow down at Callie. “I just ripped off your batsuit and fucked you in the boiler room you used to live in. You like me a lot, and you know it.”
Rolling her eyes, Callie couldn't help the lazy grin that spread across her face. Damn it.
Tugging Arizona by the back of the neck she brought her to within centimeters of her lips. "I love you...Sam." She tilted her head up and placed a firm, but soft kiss on the blonde lips, smirking the whole entire time.
Arizona giggled into the kiss, finding herself blushing a little bit. “I love you, Batwoman.”
“Batgirl.”
“Her too.” Arizona kissed Callie playfully on the cheek. “Mm...so...are you gonna put your bat suit back on and whisk me back to the party, or...?”
Taking a moment to contemplate that thought, Callie raked her eyes down the blonde's body, then lifted them up and to the side, appearing to be in hard contemplation. "Actually, I'm not really in the mood for a party." Shifting to move off the bed, Callie stood, reaching for Arizona's hand and pulling her up with her. "But, y'know, I could whisk you away...if you'd like."
Leaning down and grasping around both of Arizona's thighs, frowning slightly at the pants that were still tightly hugging to her lower half, she lifted and pulled them around her waist, attaching her mouth to Arizona's jaw as she crashed hard into her body.
Sliding her hands down to rest on her ass, Callie dug her fingers into the flesh and kissed along her jaw, stumbling slightly on the bat suit. She turned around, walking quickly to the other side of the room, watching Arizona stare at her with confused amusement. Smirking, she dropped her hands a little, squeezing them, and bit down hard on her shoulder just as she slammed the blonde against the wall with such force it caused them both to recoil from the shock.
Yep. Callie Torres was going to fuck Arizona Robbins right up against this wall.
Hard.
Some of the air rushed from Arizona’s lungs, and she grunted on impact. A hard ache resonated from her center, and a flood of wetness rush forth as she suddenly desired Callie's touch so badly, she couldn’t think of anything else.
Arizona gripped both hands onto her shoulders, licking her lips as she met Callie’s eyes. “I don’t like pants,” she stated, and in her still slightly drunken mind, this made perfect sense as to what Callie should be dealing with first.
"You're the one who put them on...not me."
Arizona’s brow ticked. “I couldn’t not wear pants to the party. I expected you to take them off for me when the time was right.” She curled her left hand around Callie’s neck and gave it a little tug. “That time is now, Torres.”
"Uh. I didn't wear pants to the party. Not my fault you planned poorly."
Arizona narrowed her eyes. “No, you wore a full-bodied leather suit that took me twenty minutes to get off. The least you can do is take off my pants.” She paused. “And then fuck me.”
"Like I said earlier, you're the gold-star who couldn't get me undressed. So, your argument is invalid. You take your own fucking pants off."
Arizona groaned in frustration, digging her nails into Callie’s shoulders once more. “Calliope,” she growled, eyes widened and nostrils flaring dangerously.
"Arizona..." Callie drew every syllable out, mocking the blonde. She'd teased the shit out of her earlier, and payback was definitely a bitch. Plus, she liked when Arizona got worked up and a little angry. She was super hot when she was intense. "You want your pants off? Do it yourself." Dropping her hold on the blonde's thighs and planting her firmly on the ground, Callie completely let go of Arizona's body before taking a few steps back and cocking her head to the side.
Arizona fumed silently, blue eyes blazing as they locked with Callie’s. Her fingers flew down to the button on the front of her corduroy pants, fumbling to get them open. She was drunk, a little peeved, and extremely, extremely turned on.
For fucks sake, she had worn corduroy pants, something she would never be caught dead doing in a million years, for her stupid girlfriend. Who was just standing there, naked, smirking at her with this smartass look on her face. Refusing to remove said pants and being difficult. After she had just given her an orgasm good enough to make her pass out cold.
Jerk.
She managed to pop the button and tug down the zipper, hands shaking.
Before Arizona could go any further, Callie rushed into her, grabbing at the now open pants. She heard the rip of fabric as she tore them down her body without hesitating. As Arizona watched her with wide eyes, Callie brought her hands to her shoulders and shoved her hard against the wall once more. Pressing her body firmly into the blonde, she kissed her hungrily and demanded entrance to her mouth as she reached down with both hands, grasping firmly around Arizona's thighs again, and lifted her up, pushing her once more into the wall.
That was more like it.
Arizona clawed at Callie’s back and she released another soft gust of air into the kiss as her back slammed into the wall behind her. Her panties had disappeared along with the pants, and she wrapped her legs tightly around her girlfriend’s waist, pressing her heated, wet center against her belly.
Biting hard down on Arizona's bottom lip, Callie heard her gasp and grabbed a handful of blonde hair, tugging her head to the side so she could run her tongue along her jaw. At the same time, she brought her other hand to the front of Arizona's bra and gripped the lacy fabric with her thumb and index finger, slipping the others under to graze the underside of her right breast. When Arizona gasped again at the contact, Callie let go of her hair and bit down hard on her pulse, while fumbling for the other cup.
Oh yes, Callie was going to rip this off of her, too.
Pulling both hands apart quickly with intensely determined force, the thin lace ripped and Arizona blinked as Callie tore it off her body completely, holding each piece to either side. She shoved her a little harder into the wall with her hips, just in case she thought there was any way Callie would let her have even an ounce of control, before promptly dropping the garments onto the floor and smirking when Arizona followed them with her eyes in shock.
Oh, she was so over control. Control wasn’t even an issue anymore. Callie could freaking have it, for all Arizona was concerned, as long as she hurried up and did something with it.
Catching Arizona completely off guard, Callie reached up with both hands and grabbed a handful of her breasts, kneading them roughly back into her body. She loved these things so much.
When Arizona slammed her head back against the wall, Callie took each nipple and rolled them between her fingers, leaning in at the same time and nipping at her earlobe.
Arizona groaned harshly. Yeah, that worked.
Callie smirked knowingly.
Slipping her arms between Arizona's waist and the wall, Callie dug her fingertips into the heated flesh at the base of her spine. Rubbing her thumbs along the vertebrae of her lower back, while continuing her assault on the blonde's neck.
She had a thing for bones.
Arizona just about knocked herself out when her head smacked into the wall as she threw it back, a small burst of unpleasant stars exploding behind her eyes.
For about half a second, and then she just ground her hips into Callie’s abdomen, desperate for any sort of friction.
As Arizona growled at her teasing, Callie pulled away, bringing the blonde with her, and shot her an intense 'Don't fuck with me’ look before slamming Arizona back hard into the wall. Deciding that feeling Arizona's wet core against her stomach wasn’t going to be enough, she brought her left hand under her thigh, finding her swollen clit instantly through her folds. She toyed with it with the pad of her finger, pushing down hard, flicking it with her nail, rolling it roughly around in circles, just about anything to drive Arizona's senses into overload. Hearing her gasp and feeling her squirming, Callie shoved two fingers deep into her slick folds, pushing her a little harder into the wall.
God, she was wet. And she was so ready for her it made Callie's head spin.
Arizona bucked her hips and arched into Callie’s body, eyes slamming shut as she desperately tried to wiggle against the fingers inside of her. She needed more, she needed...more contact, and harder...something. She couldn’t think, she just knew it wasn’t enough.
Callie seemed to sense Arizona’s desperation, and removed her fingers. For half a second she thought the blonde might kill her, but she quickly grasped her by both hips and pushed her upward a little bit, allowing herself to readjust her grip and for Arizona to wrap her legs tighter around her waist. Her left hand kept a solid, supporting hold on her thigh, and her right pushed its way between their bodies. She pulled back from Arizona’s neck and met her eyes as she roughly shoved two fingers inside of her again, wasting no time in setting a steady, hard rhythm.
Once again, Arizona just about gave herself a concussion as her head hit the wall. She couldn’t think, couldn’t see, couldn’t anything other than feel Callie fucking her. Hard. Her walls clamped down hard against those questing fingers, and she gasped loudly when Callie curled them and carefully scraped her nails again the swollen flesh.
“Oh, fuck,” the blonde breathed, tangling both sets of fingers deep into raven coloured locks, tugging Callie’s head roughly back to look at her. Their lips crashed together, and Arizona felt Callie start to move her whole body into each thrust, shoving her roughly against the wall each and every time as she fucked her.
Pressing their foreheads together, Callie locked her jaw and pushed hard with firm fingers up into Arizona's pussy, pressing her fingertips into her tight walls as she pulsated around them. Her thumb circled against Arizona's clit, and the deep moan that escaped the blonde's lips made Callie tense and thrust that much harder into her, bringing her closer and closer to the brink.
Arizona couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything other than cling to Callie for dear life. She felt her orgasm approaching, and knew it would only take a few more seconds of that before it sent her over the edge.
Her arms flew around Callie’s shoulders and tangled into her hair. She dropped her forehead into the curve of her neck and pushed her hips down into Callie’s fingers as hard as she could. A few more full-bodied thrusts that sent her crashing back into the wall with an almost bruising force, and Arizona’s inner walls clenched tightly around those fingers.
She cried out into the empty room, every single limb she possessed clamping down around her girlfriend’s body, desperately holding onto her as she came hard in a rush of wetness.
Callie never let up for a second, continuing to roughly massage and rub her fingers inside of Arizona as her body slowly started to come down from its high.
Arizona kind of turned into dead weight all of a sudden, slumping forward into Callie, who did her best to hold her up with one hand and press her hard into the wall so they didn’t fall over.
Arizona closed her eyes and stayed buried against Callie’s neck, arms hanging limply over her shoulders as she sagged, unable to even put the smallest effort into supporting herself other than struggling to hold her legs around Callie’s waist. Her body shook, drenched in sweat, and every muscle twitched and quivered as her orgasm finally subsided.
Callie was exhausted. Not only had she been literally fucked unconscious a short time ago, but she'd just used all of her remaining energy and muscle strength to push into and slam Arizona against a wall. Repeatedly. Not that it wasn't hot, because, Jesus, it was, but it left her with nothing. Her muscles felt like they were on fire, but were melting at the same time, and she was just so damn glad she'd planned this little encounter in advance, even bringing a comfy quilt from home so they'd at least get a good night's sleep.
Because clearly neither of them were in any condition to leave this room, let alone walk all the way home.
Losing any and all strength in her legs, Callie carefully pressed Arizona back to the wall, not even getting a response, not even a tiny grunt from her, to gain an ounce of relief from the weight. Kissing Arizona softly on the neck, she wrapped her arms around her thighs once more, arched her back slightly, and turned hesitantly as the brunt of Arizona's weight settled fully into her arms. "Fuck." Twisting around, she stumbled three steps as Arizona's clothes clung around her foot, "Seriously?" and shuffled quickly over to the bed, dropping to her knees from pure exhaustion, as she allowed the blonde to roll out of her arms and onto the mattress.
Pushing the still lifeless woman over onto her side of the bed, Callie reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the folded quilt she'd set there earlier today, before splaying it out over Arizona, climbing onto the bed, and flopping down next to her.
This was the best way to get this exhausted.
Snuggling in next to Arizona, Callie relaxed, placing her hands behind her head and stretching out her muscles with a long groan.
It took a bit of time for Arizona to recover, but before long she stretched out on her right side and pulled a squishy pillow underneath her head. She was vaguely aware that the sheets, comforter, and pillows all came from their apartment, and the back of her mind made the connection that Callie had planned this entire thing, but she was too exhausted to do anything about it.
“Mm. That was...” Arizona licked her lips, watching Callie through hooded eyelids.
"Yeah. It was." Callie groaned softly.
“We’ve never done the...the wall thing before. It was...new. And...”
"Hot."
“Mmm. Very.” Arizona stretched, feeling her muscles twinge in resistance. She’d be feeling it in the morning, but fuck, who cared.
"Uh...Ari?" Callie turned her head and waited for a response.
“Hm?” It was more of a grunt and less of a syllable.
“Since when do you do that thing with your tongue?”
Arizona slowly began to smirk, opening her eyes and lifting an eyebrow. “Must be the whole ‘witch’ thing I’ve got going on. My magical sex powers have quadrupled. I should twitch my nose more often.”
“You’re a dork. And now I’m never going to be able to watch another rerun of Bewitched without getting insanely turned on.”
“Kinda the whole point of my costume.” Arizona chuckled and reached over to run her fingers along Callie’s side. “You’re welcome, by the way.”
“I knew you were good. But I didn’t know you were that good. I need to get you drunk and have my way with you down here more often."
“Mmm. This bed is a lot bigger and comfier than an on-call room.” Arizona’s fingers trailed slowly along Callie’s ribcage and around to her stomach.
"I love you. Like, a lot."
"Hm. No. You love the orgasms I give you. Me, you kinda like a little sometimes.” Arizona’s blue eyes sparkled and she winked playfully.
"Uh-huh." Callie sighed sharply, turning to face her lover, reaching up to run her thumb along the blonde's jaw. "So, who’s party was better?” She already knew the answer . They both did. But she was gonna make Arizona say it.
Arizona shuffled in closer, tangling her legs with Callie’s and slipping an arm around her waist. She nuzzled her nose gently against her girlfriend’s, then settled her head back down on the pillow, resting their foreheads together. “Well, yours got me hammered and gave me an orgasm. I also got to fuck Batwoman-”
“-girl-”
“-so I think we’re gonna have to call it a tie.”
Callie's eyes shot open and she slowly dragged her face away from Arizona's with a loud huff. "A fucking tie? Seriously?"
Arizona closed her eyes and kept her small smile. “Well, taking into consideration that mine was a party for children...yeah. You have to admit, seeing their little faces light up amidst all of their pain and suffering was pretty joyful.”
Yeah, she was pulling the ‘sick children’ card. What of it?
"Really?" Callie crossed her arms with a scowl.
Arizona peaked one eye open, her smile growing. Her girlfriend was cute when she was huffy.
Finally, with an over dramatic sigh, Arizona tugged the arm she had around Callie’s waist, drawing her in closer again. “Okay. You want me to say it? I’ll say it. Your party rocked. It rocked so hard, all of my clothes fell off. You win.”
"Yep. That's what I thought." The brunette’s smirk was priceless.
Arizona rolled her eyes and pressed her lips to Callie's in a long, deep kiss. Pulling back, Callie grinned and looked her dead in the eyes.
"God, I love winning."
As Callie snuggled into her girlfriend, she felt the lull of sleep pulling her under, surrounded by the warmth and presence of Arizona Robbins wrapped securely in her arms.
Contest or no contest, she totally felt like a winner.
This Halloween was definitely one for the record books.
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Authors: istillam & livelovelearneg
Pairing: Callie/Arizona
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: All television shows and other copyrighted material referred to in this work, 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.
Summary: Arizona wants to throw the Peds department a Halloween party. Enlisting the help of her girlfriend, Callie, ever the competitive spirit, decides to have her own go at it, badass ortho style. Who will come out on...top?
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6
A/N: Story by istillam & livelovelearneg. I simply co-wrote chapter 7 & the epilogue with livelovelearneg and am re-posting with permission to keep it archived.
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I look at Callie quizzically as she pulls and tugs me along behind her. My head is spinning from the booze and I’m fairly certain I crashed into four or five people on the way out of here. The look of sheer determination on Callie’s face is just so fucking sexy. My heart is racing in my chest and I’m trying my hardest to keep up with her, but my legs are shorter and without my Heelys - and having had too much to drink - I’m flailing around miserably.
“Callie, where are we going?”
“No questions, just walking.”
“But...I’m drunk!”
“I know, and I fully plan on taking advantage of that. Just keep up.”
I do as I’m told with a loud huff and a firm pout. She turns her head back around and gives me a smoldering look of lust and want and fucking cockiness, and I swear to God I feel like the luckiest woman in the world. Because I get thatwhenever I want, wherever I want, as often as I want. Yep. My life is kinda awesome.
She comes to a stop, me nearly barreling into her as she does so. She shoves me against the door, pinning me with one hand by the chest as she pulls back and peeks her head around the corner in each direction. She looks so adorable trying to be stealthy and secretive and everything, but I’d really like to know what the hell is going on.
“Earth to Callie-”
“Shh!”
“Dude. Hot, drunk girlfriend here. Where are we? You aren’t going to kill me, are you?” I giggle a little at my own joke.
“Did you just call me ‘dude’?”
“Got your attention, didn’t it, darrr-ling?”
“Yeah, it did, Karev. Now shut your mouth.”
“Ugh! Just tell me what’s going on and where we are!”
“I used to sleep here. In the basement. Behind this door. So I could get first dibs on the best surgeries. The Chief found me dancing in my underwear and banned me from living in it anymore. But, I left the shit in there, bed and all. And right now? I'm going to throw you onto that bed and fuck you senseless. Anymore questions?”
“I...nope.”
“Good, now stand guard while I pick this lock.”
I stand aside to make room for her, walking to the wall, totally James Bond surveying for anybody who dares come here and ruin my evening. I hear her cursing from behind me and I turn to look at her.
“You look so hot being all criminally. Just so you know.”
“Shh!”
“But...y’know...my kids are going to be super devastated that Batgirl has turned to a life of crime...”
“I bet your kids would be super devastated that I’m going to fuck their perky, giggly surgeon so hard she screams, in this very room, as soon as I - aha! Got it.”
She lunges forward, grabbing my wrist and pulls me roughly into her, kissing me so hard it almost knocks the wind out of me. She turns us around and starts walking me backwards into the dark room, slamming the door hard with her foot as she stares into my eyes with such intensity it’s almost frightening.
...well, it would be if it weren’t for the ‘bat ears’ she’s currently sporting.
Ruining the moment, I suddenly burst into a fit of giggles.
She glares.
I can’t stop.
Dammit.
***
Callie tugged hard on Arizona's waist, pulling her deeper into the heart of the room. This was way more than sex. This was raw lust. And Callie was good at raw everything.
"Really? You're giggling? I'm about ready to fuck you and you're giggling?" Callie shot her a stern and disapproving glare that made Arizona shiver. No longer her gentle, romantic, adoring lover, Callie was all business.
Arizona tried her best to sober herself, screwing her face up in concentration. “No. Absolutely not.” But then a very unimpressed, very peeved Batgirl glared even harder at her, and another small giggle escaped her lips.
Arizona clamped her left hand over her mouth to stop the sound from escaping. Her right reached up to play with the bat ears on Callie’s costume. They were cute.
"This is either going to go one of two ways. You're going to shut up and take your clothes off, or you can keep giggling and I'll make you shut up and take the clothes off myself. Either way, you're gonna be naked, and I'm going to fuck you. So you better make up your mind, right now." Callie’s jaw locked and the look she was shooting Arizona made her a little scared, but a lot turned on.
A deep shiver ran down Arizona’s spine, and she bit her bottom lip, blue eyes widening in feigned innocence. You don’t fuck with Batwoman. Batgirl. Whatever.
Except she was thoroughly enjoying Callie’s obvious frustration. She could work with that.
Callie slammed into her, making her back pedal further into the room and towards what she assumed was a bed in the far corner. It was kinda dark, and she couldn’t really see.
“Maybe you should make up my mind for me,” Arizona suggested with a wicked grin, running her hands up the front of Callie’s leather-clad body.
Sweet Jesus. She had no idea how the woman had managed to get into this thing, but she was so freaking glad she did.
Her fingers moved up to try and locate the zipper on the front.
Which, evidently, didn’t exist. So, then she tried the back.
“Fuck,” Arizona swore under her breath, pretty much groping around Callie’s entire upper body in the darkness, trying to figure out how to get this thing off of her. “How the hell do you...?”
"I thought you were a skilled surgeon and a gold star lesbian? You can't even get a girl naked? I'm thoroughly unimpressed."
Arizona growled in frustration, her teasing and giggly demeanor quickly disappearing. “Shut up and take it off, Torres.”
"No. You want me naked? Do it yourself. Just like I'm going to get you naked, right now." She grasped for the side of Arizona's shirt with both hands and pulled at the hem with so much aggression even she had no idea where it came from. Pulling roughly, she smirked when she heard a very loud rip as it tore mostly in half. "I told you. If you didn't make up your mind, I was going to make it for you."
Arizona blinked in surprise down at the torn material. “Hey!” she pouted indignantly, feeling just the slightest bit put-off. “I worked hard on that costume!”
"And I loved it, very much, it was perfect. But now? I want my girlfriend back. And I want her naked. I want you naked. So...no apologies." Callie leaned in and placed a kiss on the blonde's lips, softening just a tiny bit. She wanted Arizona to know she had very much appreciated the effort.
She just wanted to fuck her more.
Arizona had put the costume together for Callie, so she relented a little on the guilt-trip. Also, when a woman as hot as this one was literally ripping your clothes off, you don’t complain.
Callie dropped her mouth down to run her tongue up along the length of Arizona’s neck, ending off with a hard bite against her jaw.
Suddenly feeling a fire ignite in her chest, Arizona launched herself at Callie. Spinning them around, she grabbed her by the shoulders and jumped up to wrap both legs around her waist, catching her by surprise. Callie backpedaled, in the direction Arizona prayed the bed was in. She hadn’t really thought that part through before leaping into Callie’s arms.
Arizona had never before jumped into Callie's arms like that. And Callie was fairly certain it was the hottest thing she'd ever done. Stumbling back at the added weight and momentum from the move, the back of Callie's calves hit the edge of the bed and she toppled backwards, Arizona landing firmly on top of her. As she did so, she pushed her hips into Callie's and rotated them just enough not to care that the tides had suddenly been turned completely.
Grunting as they bounced against the mattress, Arizona’s fingers immediately started to claw at the leather body suit. She was this close to trying to rip through it with her nails, when her fingers finally found what felt like a zipper against the back of Callie’s left shoulder blade. Arizona wasted no time in roughly pulling it down, cursing under her breath when it got stuck several times. She was always very aware of her language, considering she worked with children, but in the bedroom with Callie, all attention to detail flew out the window.
Especially right now.
Callie was more than a little surprised at the string of profanity flowing from Arizona’s lips as she worked at the material of her costume.
Arizona gave up after a second when the zipper got stuck halfway down Callie’s back, and settled for ripping the left shoulder down as far as it could go. She instantly leaned in and bit hard against her girlfriend’s collarbone, lavishing the angry red mark with her tongue.
"Fuck, Arizona..." Callie swallowed back hard, her head spinning. She was a little frustrated that her girlfriend had turned the tides on her, so she grunted and attempted to push up enough to flip them. She had spent the entire day thinking of a hundred different ways to fuck Arizona, and she was not going to spoil those plans by enforcing her 'I'm a top, my way or the highway' thing she'd always pull whenever Callie tried to be a little dominant.
Hey - her girlfriend had control issues and liked to exhibit them all over Callie's body - who was she to complain? Then again, right now, this was Callie's show, and she'd be damned if Arizona was going to win.
Tightening her fingers around the blonde's waist, Callie leaned up and pushed herself hard into Arizona’s front, staring her dead in the eyes. She locked her jaw and shifted enough to roughly shove the woman off of her. Slamming her hands around her wrists and pinning her to the bed, Callie brought her mouth to Arizona's shoulder and ran her tongue along her exposed flesh. Reaching her neck on the way up, she dragged her teeth and pressed them firmly into her skin as she made her way along.
Arizona gasped and squirmed underneath her, digging her nails deeply into Callie's leather-clad back. Hearing her hiss as she bit down hard once more, Callie smirked. She had her right where she wanted her.
Arizona may have been drunk, but not drunk enough not to fight for it.
Her whole body shuddered beneath Callie as she bit down even harder, temporarily incapacitating her. She clawed at her girlfriend’s back, but there was just so much leather. Too much. Hot, hot leather that she was going to force Calliope to wear more than just once a year, but leather that was in her way and keeping her from touching skin. Warm, smooth, sexy, naked skin that she wanted to...
Arizona pulled in a ragged breath and suddenly yanked her right hand free of Callie’s grasp. For the moment, the brunette didn’t seem to notice, as her own then moved down to rake her nails across Arizona’s exposed stomach between the ripped shards of what was left of her shirt.
Arizona’s eyes rolled back into her head.
Not. Making. This easier.
Finally, she placed her hand on Callie chest and gave her a hard shove to the side, successfully dislodging her. She tossed the brunette onto her back and threw a leg over her waist, straddling her.
Arizona grinned triumphantly in the darkness and squeezed her thighs tightly around her girlfriend’s waist, holding her in place. Her own hands flew up to pull at the tangled mess of what was left of her costume. She managed to pull it up and partially over her head, but along the way it got tangled in a hair clip. Arizona groaned in frustration and twisted a little, trying to yank it off.
However, in her equilibrium-challenged state, she leaned a little too far to the right, unaware that her most recent pinning of Calliope had brought them right up against the edge of the bed. By the time she realized what was happening, her clumsy self was unable to correct the momentum shift, and she found herself tumbling off of the bed entirely, landing on the floor with a loud ‘oof!’ and a pitiful moan, still tangled in the remnants of her costume top.
Callie lay on her back for a few seconds, trying desperately not to laugh hysterically at the fact that Arizona had just tried to be all sexy and dominant and in control, only to flip herself off the bed and land flat on her face.
Yep. Her girlfriend was certainly a graceful one.
Rolling onto her stomach and getting up onto her knees, Callie leaned over the edge of the bed to make sure Arizona wasn't hurt. She hadn't reappeared yet, and her protective instincts had kicked in. Peering over the edge, Callie's eyes widened at the sight of Arizona rubbing her head and pouting, crunched up against the wall. She had to be the cutest thing in the world. Hearing Arizona 'hmph' as she caressed the bump on her head, Callie couldn't help it and cracked up.
Arizona pushed herself into a half-sitting position and glared at Callie, narrowing her eyes considerably. “What are you laughing at?” she griped, wincing and rubbing a hand over the goose egg that was forming.
Hey, at least she'd managed to escape her shirt, finally.
"You tried to top me. And you launched yourself off of the bed and landed on your head. You're supposed to be a witch, and you still face planted. Not really the sexiness you were aiming for, babe." Callie snickered loudly once again, because seriously, this was hilarious.
Arizona gritted her teeth, a sudden determination settling back in.
Callie wanted to laugh, huh? Well, then she would just have to get her focus back to where it was supposed to be.
Arizona launched herself to her feet - sort of, as she stumbled and fell down on her ass one more time. Which, of course, was when Callie cracked up completely and doubled over on the bed, laughing her ass off.
Huffing and blowing a strand of hair out of her face, Arizona got back onto her feet and practically line-backer-tackled Batwoman onto the center of the bed, landing on top of her with a grunt.
"What the fu-?" Callie tried her hardest to push the blonde off of her, not exactly amused at being tackled, but mostly not enthused about Arizona stealing the show and topping her...again. Shoving her in the shoulders and shifting beneath her, Arizona's response kinda shocked Callie.
By grabbed Callie by both wrists and slamming them down against the bed, accentuating her point with a hard forward thrust of her hips. Her blue eyes burned with intensity as they bore down into Callie’s dark brown. “Take off your fucking batsuit,” she ordered, voice leaving no room for arguments.
Callie swallowed back a little, but didn’t move. She...kinda couldn’t.
Arizona suddenly sat back and yanked Callie half-sitting up by her wrists, dropping them almost the instant she was up enough. She managed to get the zipper down a little more in the back, and proceeded to rip into the suit, yanking it roughly down her girlfriend’s body. She wasted no time at all, dropping her head into the crook of Callie’s neck, biting her yet again. As soon as the suit was pooled around her waist, Arizona shoved her back against the bed and kissed down along her shoulder.
At this point, Callie was shocked into submission. There was no way she was going to put up any kinda fight. As much as she had walked into this thinking she was going to be the one in control, with Arizona doing that, she honestly coulda cared less. Arching up into Arizona's touch, she relented with a long, loud groan.
Feeling some of the resistance drain from Callie’s body made Arizona smirk triumphantly. Now she could get down to business without having to worry about a power struggle.
She wanted her, and she was going to damn well take her right friggin’ now.
Arizona sat up again, straddling Callie’s waist, and raked her hazy eyes over the front of Callie’s body. Her exposed skin was flushed, though she wasn’t sure if it was from wearing a leather suit for several hours, or from the wrestling match they’d had going on for a good twenty minutes by now. But her eyes settled almost immediately over Callie’s breasts, which were framed by the sexiest piece of black, lacy lingerie that Arizona had ever laid eyes.
Apparently, Callie had been plotting this private little ‘after party’ all along.
“You’re fucking sexy,” Arizona growled, running her hands down the front of Callie’s chest, digging her nails into her flesh as she went.
Callie coulda cried. Right then and there. As Arizona dug her nails into her heated skin, she was sure she was gonna die if the blonde didn't fuck her. She was already turned on, and this? This was a whole different level of anything they'd ever experienced as a couple. The stinging from those nails quickly skyrocketed into a dire need to just...just...she didn't even know.
Callie Torres was at a loss for words.
That was a fucking first.
Arizona’s right hand moved down to Callie’s front bra clasp, easily unhooking it with a single finger and a smirk. She lifted an eyebrow down at her girlfriend as she pushed both cups aside, then immediately rounded both hands up to firmly grasp her breasts.
A deep, needy moan escaped Arizona’s lips as she gently squeezed her palms against them, thanking the Gods for Calliope Torres’ un-fucking-believable breasts and how perfect they were.
Callie gasped as Arizona roughly kneaded at her chest. She tried desperately to get Arizona to look at her. As much as she was incredibly sexy right now, she didn't want this to be flat out angry sex. As hot as that was...she needed a connection. "Arizona," she panted. "Look at me."
When she did so, the intensity in Arizona’s eyes her pretty much took her breath away. This was a side of Arizona she'd never seen before. And she was damn well enjoying it's presence. "You're...fuck...d-don't stop."
“Do I look like I was planning on stopping?” Arizona whispered in a low voice, choosing that moment to once more squeeze those perfect breasts. Callie’s eyelids fluttered, it made her smile.
She slowly slid both hands down Callie’s stomach, resting on the scrunched up rubber suit around her waist. Her eyes never left Callie’s face, watching as she eased it down over her hips, slower this time. More careful. There was no doubt she was still fired up, but she was in this for Callie. To make her feel good, and make her come harder than she’d ever come before.
She didn’t need five drinks in her system to show her girl a good time, but they did help the confidence level a bit. Or maybe it was the fact that she was kind of fucking Batwoman right now. Either way, she wanted to work Callie into such a frenzy that she passed out when she came.
Reaching up and grabbing Arizona by the back of the neck, Callie tugged her down, needing to feel her, to taste her. Pulling her into a kiss, Callie groaned when Arizona bit down hard on her bottom lip, then pulled back almost instantly and sat up again.
Girl was not fucking around.
Squirming slightly and getting frustrated with Arizona's lack of movement, and getting even more frustrated at the fucking suit that was now starting to glue itself to her skin, Callie lifted her hips high into the air, clawing desperately at the fabric and then shooting Arizona a glare when she couldn't get it off herself. She was sweaty and it was Arizona's fault. She damn well better help her get this thing off. Now-ish.
“Easy, Tiger,” Arizona teased, sitting back on her heels, enjoying watching Callie struggle. She ran her right hand up and down the brunette’s sensitive stomach. “What was that you said again about a certain gold star lesbian who ‘can’t even get a girl naked’?” She pulled her bottom lip in between her teeth and pretended to look thoughtful. “Hm...I think there’s maybe an apology in order.” She smirked, pretty happy with herself for working Callie up this much, then making her wait for it. Served her right for being all attitude-y and smug, and even a little -
She got distracted from her thoughts when she realized how cool is was in the room, and how...perky certain parts of her girlfriend’s anatomy were.
"I never said anything about my abilities to get myself undressed. Pretty sure that's your job. And you're still not doing it." Callie grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her down roughly, making Arizona topple on top of her. "Get this fucking thing off. Now."
“Yes, ma’am,” Arizona teased. She pulled away from her grasp and moved both hands to the material. She shuffled down her legs and slowly pulled the leather suit along with her, tugging and yanking a bit as the slow going frustrated them both.
This thing was hot, but seriously, it was not her outfit of choice for Calliope to be wearing when she was desperate to fuck her senseless. They’d both be old and grey by the time she peeled it off.
Finally, Arizona moved to the side and dropped the suit around Callie’s thighs, quickly moving her hands down to get at her boots. The freaking sexy black lace-ups that made her want to fuck Callie even more than she already did, and that was a feat in itself.
After several minutes of struggling, Arizona had Callie stripped down completely, and there was a sigh of relief from them both. She immediately climbed back over top of her and pulled her into a deep, searing kiss, closing her eyes and pushing her body into Callie's.
Callie broke the kiss with a gasp as Arizona’s skin glided against hers. "Don't...‘yes ma'am’ me. Just...fuck me already. Jesus." Callie arched her back and pressed her body into Arizona's as much as she could. It didn't achieve much, but hopefully, and she certainly wasn't above begging at this point, Arizona had gotten the hint. She was way beyond teasing or displays of control. She was wet, incredibly turned on, and more than ready for her girlfriend to top her.
Arizona stole one more kiss before moving her lips down Callie’s body. She bypassed her breasts, somewhat reluctantly, because she knew where Callie desperately wanted it most.
Settling back down on her stomach in between her thighs, she pulled them both over top of her shoulders and turned her head to the left, licking a wet path along her girlfriend’s inner thigh. She smiled against her skin when she felt the muscles beneath her hands quiver in anticipation.
"Baby..." Callie could feel every single nerve ending in her entire body. And every single one of them was screaming at her for release. Arching up and inhaling a deep and staggered breath, she lifted her head to look her beautiful girlfriend in the eyes. Pleading with her. To show her just how much she needed her.
Arizona had never seen something sexier than the way Callie was looking at her. It sent a shiver through her body, and made her plan to tease pretty obsolete.
She closed her eyes and placed her mouth over Callie’s sex, dragging her tongue slowly up through her slick folds. The taste of her lover was overwhelming, and instantly exploded on her taste buds. Callie was already soaking, and the scent of her arousal invaded Arizona’s senses.
She really should’ve gotten her naked much sooner.
Groaning heartily, Arizona gripped tightly onto the thighs surrounding her head and stroked her tongue briefly against Callie’s clit, then dipped it down once more to tease her entrance.
Arching into Arizona's mouth out of instinct, Callie's eyes slammed shut and her left hand shot down to grasp tightly to her blonde curls. "Oh, God." Tugging her hair a little to get her attention, she waited until Arizona looked up at her. And when she did, Callie's heart swelled. Dirty, sexy, dominant fun had turned into something so much more. “Give me your hand."
Arizona smiled a little as she turned her head to place another little love bite on the inside of Callie’s thigh. She reluctantly released her left hand and slid it up her stomach, at the same time dipping her head down to tease the length of her tongue against her girlfriend’s swollen bundle of nerves.
Gasping sharply and closing her eyes again, Callie reached down and fumbled around until she found Arizona's hand. Lacing their fingers and squeezing hard, she needed to feel Arizona. Not just sexually, because God did she ever, but she also needed to show her she loved her.
This was about lust, plain and simple. But even still, they were more, and Callie needed just a little of the 'more' in every one of their encounters. Whether it was about fucking the other senseless or making love, this is what she loved about their relationship. The fact that they could be doing both at once. And even if she couldn't speak or move or do basically anything that wasn't involuntary because Arizona's tongue was currently doing...that, she still remained grounded by the gentle touch of their fingers. That way, Arizona could feel the things she was doing to her body with every squeeze.
Arizona stroked her thumb along the side of Callie’s hand, holding it tight. She closed her eyes and focused on using her tongue to draw every last ounce of wetness from inside her lover as she could. She alternated between sucking at her clit with her lips, then delving down to tease at her wet entrance.
Her blue gaze popped open and she glanced up to gauge Callie’s reaction, before working her tongue down and pushing it inside of her as far as she could.
Groaning with unabashed intensity, not even thinking about whether anyone would hear her, Callie arched up, lifting her head desperately before slamming it back down on the pillow. When the blonde repeated the motion, Callie scooted down slightly, digging her heels into Arizona's back, pushing down against the bed and pulling up in an attempt to force Arizona's tongue even deeper.
"Ari..." Low and drawn out, it came between ragged and unhindered breaths. God, Callie loved what this woman could do with her mouth.
Arizona stroked her tongue inside of Callie the best she could from this angle, then would pull back to glide it along the outside of her entrance, groaning at how much more wetness flooded out to her waiting tongue. She loved how worked up she could get Callie, and how she could keep her on edge for hours if need be.
But that’s not what she planned to do tonight.
Arizona pulled her tongue back and released her grip on Callie’s thigh, bringing her right hand up. She very slowly rubbed the back of her knuckles along Callie’s length, smiling a little when the brunette jerked her hips a little.
“Tell me what you want,” Arizona husked in a low voice, dipping her head down again to suck the brunette’s clit, flicking the tip of her tongue against it.
"I want...I want you to kiss me. God, please just kiss me." Tugging on their intertwined fingers, Callie hoped the blonde would give up just an ounce of control to kiss her. She needed to feel her, connect with her, and kissing her was the only way that was gonna happen.
Arizona would never say no to that. Kissing Callie had to be her highest-ranked, all-time favourite hobby.
Yes, even when taking into consideration her current...activities.
She stole one last swipe of her girlfriend’s wetness with her tongue, then peppered her skin with light kisses as she worked her way back up her body. She felt Callie’s fingers weave into her hair, and was instantly pulled into a deep, loving kiss. Her eyes slipped closed, and she lost herself in it, pressing her body down into her girlfriend’s.
"God...I love you so much." Callie pulled back slightly to look her in the eyes, her heart pounding in her chest, her pulse racing at the base of her jaw, echoing in her ears. Arizona tasted like...raspberry vodka. Which, usually was a turn off for her, booze breath, but there was a subtle sweetness about it that drove Callie insane.
Through her mixture of alcohol and raging libido-induced haziness, Arizona smiled a little, her features softening. Never in a million years had she imagined having sex with Callie in the boiler room of Seattle Grace Hospital. She was all for on-call rooms, but the idea of the boiler room on any other day would have been kind of a turn-off.
But it was Halloween, she had had a few too many, Callie was dressed as Batwoman, and she didn’t fucking care about where they did it.
“Baby,” she breathed softly, placing another soft kiss along the edge of Callie’s mouth. She worked her way up along her jaw, taking time to make each kiss as good as the last one. She paused over the spot where she could literally feel Callie’s blood coursing violently through her veins. Combined with the pounding of her heart that she could feel against her own chest, and the small hitch in her breath as Arizona dragged her fingers through her wetness...
“Tell me what you want,” Arizona repeated, turning her head ever so slightly so she could sigh into Callie’s ear. She accentuated her words with a quick swipe of her fingers once more.
Arizona knew what she wanted. But she needed to hear Callie say it.
"Y-you, I want you, in-" Before Callie could actually get the words out, Arizona circled the tip of her finger around her opening, teasing her. She didn't play fair. At all. "...oh God. I-inside. I want you inside. Please."
Arizona Robbins considered it a great personal triumph whenever she could get Calliope Torres to beg for it. It wasn’t necessarily something she aimed for on a daily basis, but she thoroughly enjoyed bringing Callie to the brink before finally giving her an ounce of relief. The amount of heat radiating and the slick wetness that easily coated her fingers told her that Callie was more than ready.
Arizona pushed her index and middle finger all the way inside of her, curling them down to rub against her walls as she started a slow, yet deep rhythm of strokes. Before Callie could make a sound, she captured her lips in a lingering, sensual kiss.
Groaning into it and nibbling on Arizona's bottom lip when she tried to pull away from her, Callie Torres loved everything about the things Arizona could do to her body. Every. Single. One of them. And as much as she hated being teased - hated - when the blonde did it, it made her heart twist and her head spin and just about every single time it made her so fucking wet she thought she'd die if Arizona didn't fuck her right at that moment. The relief she felt at finally being penetrated was...yeah.
Arizona’s left hand moved down to run along Callie’s smooth thigh, pulling it up and around her waist before resting her forearm against the bed for support. She shifted her weight and moved up enough that with each forward thrust of her hips, it drove her fingers deeper inside her girlfriend, adding more pressure behind each movement.
She never stopped kissing her; even when she pulled back for a breath it was less than a second before they were kissing once more. She started thrusting her hips a little faster, pushing her fingers in a little harder. She moved her lips down to nibble against the side of Callie’s chin, releasing a harsh breath of her own.
Callie couldn't form a thought. Not one. All she could do was feel. Everything. Every thrust, every heartbeat, every kiss. The way Arizona's tongue would curl around her front teeth just slightly, or how she'd scissor her fingers just so on a downward thrust, hitting every single spot at little more. How she'd drag the back of her middle knuckle when Callie would meet her fingers with her own thrusting hips, how her ring finger would push and just barely brush past her entrance, but never fully dive inside. She could feel every bead of sweat the blonde shed, she could feel every muscle in her own and Arizona’s body twitch and jump at contact. But most of all she could feel every ounce of love Arizona had for her. And while it made her heart swell, to have this gorgeous woman, flush on top of her, fucking her with such passion and wild abandon, she also felt how incredibly sexy it all was.
God, was she lucky.
Arizona groaned harshly into Callie’s ear, her free arm straining against the bed to hold herself up as she worked her fingers inside Callie at a steady pace. She quickened her movements, feeling how her partner’s heart pounded against her chest, how her breath picked up, how each tiny moan that slipped from her lips sounded a little more desperate than the last.
She wanted to make it good, more than good. She wanted to make her come so hard, she couldn’t move for a week.
Arizona twisted her fingers a little, curling them upward as her right arm strained, thrusting into Callie as hard as she could in that moment. She could feel the body beneath her shaking, and she pressed down into her harder, rocking her own forward with every few thrusts.
Callie couldn’t hold back even if she wanted to. And she really, really didn’t.
She threw her head back against the sheets as Arizona bit down on her neck once more. The vigorous thrusting of her fingers proved too much, and she finally felt herself tipping over that edge, where she promptly crashed.
“Fuck,” Callie hissed as her whole body convulsed beneath Arizona. The leg around the blonde’s waist tightened and pulled her in impossibly closer, as stars exploded behind her eyes and she nearly went blind.
Yes. That good.
Her fingers clamped down against Arizona’s back, and she dug her nails in as deeply they could go, drawing a low, throaty moan from Arizona as she dragged them along her skin. She shook and writhed, her inner walls clamping down hard around the digits inside of her, and clung to the woman above her in every way that she could.
Arizona fucking loved it. She loved that Callie was so vocal when she came, and she loved the look of pure ecstasy on her face. She loved how hard she squeezed around her fingers, how wet she was and how hard her nails bit into her flesh. She loved it all.
Arizona continued to move and pump her fingers throughout her lover’s orgasm, dragging it out as long as physically possible. She buried her face into Callie’s neck and sucked hard at a patch of skin. Hard enough to leave her mark.
To go with all of the other ones currently marring her body. There was a good chance Batwoman would need a scarf the next day at work.
Callie saw stars. Mother fucking stars. She'd never seen them before, and she'd always kinda thought that the notion sounded a little ridiculous. But seriously, stars. And just as the pulsating bursts of light slowed, her brain went fuzzy and all she could feel was Arizona's lips by her ear. Not the fingers deeply inside of her, not her own erratic heartbeat, not even the lingering result of her powerful orgasm.
Just Arizona's lips.
Not even aware of the amount of time that passed, Callie opened her eyes with a light sigh. God, she loved Arizona. And God, she loved those fingers of hers.
Arizona had pulled out about five minutes ago, and curled up against Callie’s side, holding her close and placing soft kisses along her collarbone and shoulder. She wasn’t completely sure if the brunette was unconscious, but she was breathing, and moving, so she didn’t worry too much.
The small amount of light coming from - fuck, she had no idea where the dim glow was originating from - but it illuminated her girlfriend’s body just enough that she eventually saw brown eyes blink open.
She couldn’t help it. Arizona Robbins grinned smugly, and her sexual ego swelled just a little more than it already was. She'd made Calliope Torres pass out from an orgasm. Who's the rockstar now?
“Hi.” Her voice was low and somewhat husky as she leaned in to plant a kiss against Callie’s cheek.
"Mmm..." Callie wasn't really capable of much else at the moment. As much as she willed her lips to move and her voice to work, they weren't cooperating. A drawn out hum of acknowledgement would just have to do.
Arizona’s sly grin only grew. “Glad to know you’re alive.” She nibbled on her shoulder, tracing her fingers along Callie’s bare stomach. Even though the room was a cooler temperature, Callie’s skin was still flushed and a layer of sweat shone in the little light available. She found it super sexy.
"Alive...yeah. Why wouldn't I be?" Callie had to ask. She knew she was walking into a trap, she just knew it. And she regretted it as soon as it left her mouth.
“Because I just screwed you into unconsciousness.” Arizona made no effort to hide the pride in her voice. “And submission.”
"Did not. Totally totally did not. Liar.” Callie just fucking knew it. But she had to open her big mouth...
“Honey, you’ve been out and barely moving for five minutes.”
"I don't believe you. Two seconds, tops." Seriously.
Arizona let out a bark of laughter. “Yeah, okay, sure. Two seconds. And you didn’t snore more than once the entire time.” That part, she was kidding, purely because it drove Callie insane whenever she made fun of her for snoring. Which, she did, but not in an overly-annoying way, it was more...endearing.
"Fuck you, Arizona. Just...fuck you." Callie mumbled under her breath and scowled at her girlfriend. "Don't really like you right now."
“Excuse me?” Arizona cocked an eyebrow down at Callie. “I just ripped off your batsuit and fucked you in the boiler room you used to live in. You like me a lot, and you know it.”
Rolling her eyes, Callie couldn't help the lazy grin that spread across her face. Damn it.
Tugging Arizona by the back of the neck she brought her to within centimeters of her lips. "I love you...Sam." She tilted her head up and placed a firm, but soft kiss on the blonde lips, smirking the whole entire time.
Arizona giggled into the kiss, finding herself blushing a little bit. “I love you, Batwoman.”
“Batgirl.”
“Her too.” Arizona kissed Callie playfully on the cheek. “Mm...so...are you gonna put your bat suit back on and whisk me back to the party, or...?”
Taking a moment to contemplate that thought, Callie raked her eyes down the blonde's body, then lifted them up and to the side, appearing to be in hard contemplation. "Actually, I'm not really in the mood for a party." Shifting to move off the bed, Callie stood, reaching for Arizona's hand and pulling her up with her. "But, y'know, I could whisk you away...if you'd like."
Leaning down and grasping around both of Arizona's thighs, frowning slightly at the pants that were still tightly hugging to her lower half, she lifted and pulled them around her waist, attaching her mouth to Arizona's jaw as she crashed hard into her body.
Sliding her hands down to rest on her ass, Callie dug her fingers into the flesh and kissed along her jaw, stumbling slightly on the bat suit. She turned around, walking quickly to the other side of the room, watching Arizona stare at her with confused amusement. Smirking, she dropped her hands a little, squeezing them, and bit down hard on her shoulder just as she slammed the blonde against the wall with such force it caused them both to recoil from the shock.
Yep. Callie Torres was going to fuck Arizona Robbins right up against this wall.
Hard.
Some of the air rushed from Arizona’s lungs, and she grunted on impact. A hard ache resonated from her center, and a flood of wetness rush forth as she suddenly desired Callie's touch so badly, she couldn’t think of anything else.
Arizona gripped both hands onto her shoulders, licking her lips as she met Callie’s eyes. “I don’t like pants,” she stated, and in her still slightly drunken mind, this made perfect sense as to what Callie should be dealing with first.
"You're the one who put them on...not me."
Arizona’s brow ticked. “I couldn’t not wear pants to the party. I expected you to take them off for me when the time was right.” She curled her left hand around Callie’s neck and gave it a little tug. “That time is now, Torres.”
"Uh. I didn't wear pants to the party. Not my fault you planned poorly."
Arizona narrowed her eyes. “No, you wore a full-bodied leather suit that took me twenty minutes to get off. The least you can do is take off my pants.” She paused. “And then fuck me.”
"Like I said earlier, you're the gold-star who couldn't get me undressed. So, your argument is invalid. You take your own fucking pants off."
Arizona groaned in frustration, digging her nails into Callie’s shoulders once more. “Calliope,” she growled, eyes widened and nostrils flaring dangerously.
"Arizona..." Callie drew every syllable out, mocking the blonde. She'd teased the shit out of her earlier, and payback was definitely a bitch. Plus, she liked when Arizona got worked up and a little angry. She was super hot when she was intense. "You want your pants off? Do it yourself." Dropping her hold on the blonde's thighs and planting her firmly on the ground, Callie completely let go of Arizona's body before taking a few steps back and cocking her head to the side.
Arizona fumed silently, blue eyes blazing as they locked with Callie’s. Her fingers flew down to the button on the front of her corduroy pants, fumbling to get them open. She was drunk, a little peeved, and extremely, extremely turned on.
For fucks sake, she had worn corduroy pants, something she would never be caught dead doing in a million years, for her stupid girlfriend. Who was just standing there, naked, smirking at her with this smartass look on her face. Refusing to remove said pants and being difficult. After she had just given her an orgasm good enough to make her pass out cold.
Jerk.
She managed to pop the button and tug down the zipper, hands shaking.
Before Arizona could go any further, Callie rushed into her, grabbing at the now open pants. She heard the rip of fabric as she tore them down her body without hesitating. As Arizona watched her with wide eyes, Callie brought her hands to her shoulders and shoved her hard against the wall once more. Pressing her body firmly into the blonde, she kissed her hungrily and demanded entrance to her mouth as she reached down with both hands, grasping firmly around Arizona's thighs again, and lifted her up, pushing her once more into the wall.
That was more like it.
Arizona clawed at Callie’s back and she released another soft gust of air into the kiss as her back slammed into the wall behind her. Her panties had disappeared along with the pants, and she wrapped her legs tightly around her girlfriend’s waist, pressing her heated, wet center against her belly.
Biting hard down on Arizona's bottom lip, Callie heard her gasp and grabbed a handful of blonde hair, tugging her head to the side so she could run her tongue along her jaw. At the same time, she brought her other hand to the front of Arizona's bra and gripped the lacy fabric with her thumb and index finger, slipping the others under to graze the underside of her right breast. When Arizona gasped again at the contact, Callie let go of her hair and bit down hard on her pulse, while fumbling for the other cup.
Oh yes, Callie was going to rip this off of her, too.
Pulling both hands apart quickly with intensely determined force, the thin lace ripped and Arizona blinked as Callie tore it off her body completely, holding each piece to either side. She shoved her a little harder into the wall with her hips, just in case she thought there was any way Callie would let her have even an ounce of control, before promptly dropping the garments onto the floor and smirking when Arizona followed them with her eyes in shock.
Oh, she was so over control. Control wasn’t even an issue anymore. Callie could freaking have it, for all Arizona was concerned, as long as she hurried up and did something with it.
Catching Arizona completely off guard, Callie reached up with both hands and grabbed a handful of her breasts, kneading them roughly back into her body. She loved these things so much.
When Arizona slammed her head back against the wall, Callie took each nipple and rolled them between her fingers, leaning in at the same time and nipping at her earlobe.
Arizona groaned harshly. Yeah, that worked.
Callie smirked knowingly.
Slipping her arms between Arizona's waist and the wall, Callie dug her fingertips into the heated flesh at the base of her spine. Rubbing her thumbs along the vertebrae of her lower back, while continuing her assault on the blonde's neck.
She had a thing for bones.
Arizona just about knocked herself out when her head smacked into the wall as she threw it back, a small burst of unpleasant stars exploding behind her eyes.
For about half a second, and then she just ground her hips into Callie’s abdomen, desperate for any sort of friction.
As Arizona growled at her teasing, Callie pulled away, bringing the blonde with her, and shot her an intense 'Don't fuck with me’ look before slamming Arizona back hard into the wall. Deciding that feeling Arizona's wet core against her stomach wasn’t going to be enough, she brought her left hand under her thigh, finding her swollen clit instantly through her folds. She toyed with it with the pad of her finger, pushing down hard, flicking it with her nail, rolling it roughly around in circles, just about anything to drive Arizona's senses into overload. Hearing her gasp and feeling her squirming, Callie shoved two fingers deep into her slick folds, pushing her a little harder into the wall.
God, she was wet. And she was so ready for her it made Callie's head spin.
Arizona bucked her hips and arched into Callie’s body, eyes slamming shut as she desperately tried to wiggle against the fingers inside of her. She needed more, she needed...more contact, and harder...something. She couldn’t think, she just knew it wasn’t enough.
Callie seemed to sense Arizona’s desperation, and removed her fingers. For half a second she thought the blonde might kill her, but she quickly grasped her by both hips and pushed her upward a little bit, allowing herself to readjust her grip and for Arizona to wrap her legs tighter around her waist. Her left hand kept a solid, supporting hold on her thigh, and her right pushed its way between their bodies. She pulled back from Arizona’s neck and met her eyes as she roughly shoved two fingers inside of her again, wasting no time in setting a steady, hard rhythm.
Once again, Arizona just about gave herself a concussion as her head hit the wall. She couldn’t think, couldn’t see, couldn’t anything other than feel Callie fucking her. Hard. Her walls clamped down hard against those questing fingers, and she gasped loudly when Callie curled them and carefully scraped her nails again the swollen flesh.
“Oh, fuck,” the blonde breathed, tangling both sets of fingers deep into raven coloured locks, tugging Callie’s head roughly back to look at her. Their lips crashed together, and Arizona felt Callie start to move her whole body into each thrust, shoving her roughly against the wall each and every time as she fucked her.
Pressing their foreheads together, Callie locked her jaw and pushed hard with firm fingers up into Arizona's pussy, pressing her fingertips into her tight walls as she pulsated around them. Her thumb circled against Arizona's clit, and the deep moan that escaped the blonde's lips made Callie tense and thrust that much harder into her, bringing her closer and closer to the brink.
Arizona couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything other than cling to Callie for dear life. She felt her orgasm approaching, and knew it would only take a few more seconds of that before it sent her over the edge.
Her arms flew around Callie’s shoulders and tangled into her hair. She dropped her forehead into the curve of her neck and pushed her hips down into Callie’s fingers as hard as she could. A few more full-bodied thrusts that sent her crashing back into the wall with an almost bruising force, and Arizona’s inner walls clenched tightly around those fingers.
She cried out into the empty room, every single limb she possessed clamping down around her girlfriend’s body, desperately holding onto her as she came hard in a rush of wetness.
Callie never let up for a second, continuing to roughly massage and rub her fingers inside of Arizona as her body slowly started to come down from its high.
Arizona kind of turned into dead weight all of a sudden, slumping forward into Callie, who did her best to hold her up with one hand and press her hard into the wall so they didn’t fall over.
Arizona closed her eyes and stayed buried against Callie’s neck, arms hanging limply over her shoulders as she sagged, unable to even put the smallest effort into supporting herself other than struggling to hold her legs around Callie’s waist. Her body shook, drenched in sweat, and every muscle twitched and quivered as her orgasm finally subsided.
Callie was exhausted. Not only had she been literally fucked unconscious a short time ago, but she'd just used all of her remaining energy and muscle strength to push into and slam Arizona against a wall. Repeatedly. Not that it wasn't hot, because, Jesus, it was, but it left her with nothing. Her muscles felt like they were on fire, but were melting at the same time, and she was just so damn glad she'd planned this little encounter in advance, even bringing a comfy quilt from home so they'd at least get a good night's sleep.
Because clearly neither of them were in any condition to leave this room, let alone walk all the way home.
Losing any and all strength in her legs, Callie carefully pressed Arizona back to the wall, not even getting a response, not even a tiny grunt from her, to gain an ounce of relief from the weight. Kissing Arizona softly on the neck, she wrapped her arms around her thighs once more, arched her back slightly, and turned hesitantly as the brunt of Arizona's weight settled fully into her arms. "Fuck." Twisting around, she stumbled three steps as Arizona's clothes clung around her foot, "Seriously?" and shuffled quickly over to the bed, dropping to her knees from pure exhaustion, as she allowed the blonde to roll out of her arms and onto the mattress.
Pushing the still lifeless woman over onto her side of the bed, Callie reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the folded quilt she'd set there earlier today, before splaying it out over Arizona, climbing onto the bed, and flopping down next to her.
This was the best way to get this exhausted.
Snuggling in next to Arizona, Callie relaxed, placing her hands behind her head and stretching out her muscles with a long groan.
It took a bit of time for Arizona to recover, but before long she stretched out on her right side and pulled a squishy pillow underneath her head. She was vaguely aware that the sheets, comforter, and pillows all came from their apartment, and the back of her mind made the connection that Callie had planned this entire thing, but she was too exhausted to do anything about it.
“Mm. That was...” Arizona licked her lips, watching Callie through hooded eyelids.
"Yeah. It was." Callie groaned softly.
“We’ve never done the...the wall thing before. It was...new. And...”
"Hot."
“Mmm. Very.” Arizona stretched, feeling her muscles twinge in resistance. She’d be feeling it in the morning, but fuck, who cared.
"Uh...Ari?" Callie turned her head and waited for a response.
“Hm?” It was more of a grunt and less of a syllable.
“Since when do you do that thing with your tongue?”
Arizona slowly began to smirk, opening her eyes and lifting an eyebrow. “Must be the whole ‘witch’ thing I’ve got going on. My magical sex powers have quadrupled. I should twitch my nose more often.”
“You’re a dork. And now I’m never going to be able to watch another rerun of Bewitched without getting insanely turned on.”
“Kinda the whole point of my costume.” Arizona chuckled and reached over to run her fingers along Callie’s side. “You’re welcome, by the way.”
“I knew you were good. But I didn’t know you were that good. I need to get you drunk and have my way with you down here more often."
“Mmm. This bed is a lot bigger and comfier than an on-call room.” Arizona’s fingers trailed slowly along Callie’s ribcage and around to her stomach.
"I love you. Like, a lot."
"Hm. No. You love the orgasms I give you. Me, you kinda like a little sometimes.” Arizona’s blue eyes sparkled and she winked playfully.
"Uh-huh." Callie sighed sharply, turning to face her lover, reaching up to run her thumb along the blonde's jaw. "So, who’s party was better?” She already knew the answer . They both did. But she was gonna make Arizona say it.
Arizona shuffled in closer, tangling her legs with Callie’s and slipping an arm around her waist. She nuzzled her nose gently against her girlfriend’s, then settled her head back down on the pillow, resting their foreheads together. “Well, yours got me hammered and gave me an orgasm. I also got to fuck Batwoman-”
“-girl-”
“-so I think we’re gonna have to call it a tie.”
Callie's eyes shot open and she slowly dragged her face away from Arizona's with a loud huff. "A fucking tie? Seriously?"
Arizona closed her eyes and kept her small smile. “Well, taking into consideration that mine was a party for children...yeah. You have to admit, seeing their little faces light up amidst all of their pain and suffering was pretty joyful.”
Yeah, she was pulling the ‘sick children’ card. What of it?
"Really?" Callie crossed her arms with a scowl.
Arizona peaked one eye open, her smile growing. Her girlfriend was cute when she was huffy.
Finally, with an over dramatic sigh, Arizona tugged the arm she had around Callie’s waist, drawing her in closer again. “Okay. You want me to say it? I’ll say it. Your party rocked. It rocked so hard, all of my clothes fell off. You win.”
"Yep. That's what I thought." The brunette’s smirk was priceless.
Arizona rolled her eyes and pressed her lips to Callie's in a long, deep kiss. Pulling back, Callie grinned and looked her dead in the eyes.
"God, I love winning."
As Callie snuggled into her girlfriend, she felt the lull of sleep pulling her under, surrounded by the warmth and presence of Arizona Robbins wrapped securely in her arms.
Contest or no contest, she totally felt like a winner.
This Halloween was definitely one for the record books.
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