'Til The Sun Turns Black
Title: 'Til The Sun Turns Black
Pairing: Callie and Arizona
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Callie's still self-conscious of her scars, even on her wedding night.
Disclaimer: Not Mine. Ray LaMontagne's song 'Til The Sun Turns Black is incredibly lovely. I think it's fitting of this fic.
A/N: First and foremost I need to thank my lj wife, clanket, for letting me borrow her idea. She's the best, right? Be jealous.
A/NII: This is canon-ish, mostly speculation, really. I'm going off of the sneaks I saw for 7X19 which include the baby's name. So if you don't want to know it, don't read this fic.
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So they did it.
They made it.
They were married.
Callie leaned against the entryway to the hotel room, watching as Arizona smiled to herself, toeing out of her pretty heels. Her own shoes were tossed in a corner. They’d changed after the ceremony, both of them quickly hurrying into more casual dresses; Callie’s red, Arizona’s blue. The blonde wasn’t drunk, but she was tipsy and the dusting of a blush hung on her cheeks like purposely applied rouge.
Beautiful. So much that it took the breath from Callie’s lungs This was the happiest she could ever remember herself being. Her girl. Her wife. She blinked away tears that threatened the makeup that Aria so artfully (and tearfully) applied earlier in the day.
Arizona looked up at Callie, noticing the watery gaze her partner was giving her. She rose, walked over to her and wrapped her arms easily around Callie’s waist, pulling her close.
“Hi, wife,” she mumbled, a voice so small that it made Callie grin.
“Hello,” the brunette replied, pushing back a tendril of blonde from those stunning blue eyes.
“I like saying that,” Arizona confessed, pressing a soft kiss to Callie’s lips.
“I like hearing it.”
“Good,” the blonde grinned, deepening the kiss.
Callie obliged, hands finally passing through the tresses she was careful not to muss all day, feeling Arizona sigh against her, body pressing into hers. She flinched involuntarily, feeling Arizona’s shoulders droop.
“I’m sorry,” Callie whispered against Arizona’s lips.
Arizona was getting used to this. Since her accident, Callie was often sore and almost fragile to the touch. The blonde frowned, “Did I hurt you?”
“I don’t hurt, I feel good,” Callie promised.
Arizona’s fingertips trailed along the waist of that scintillating red dress. All she wanted was to touch her wife, to feel that skin against hers.
They’d made love once since the accident, in the dark, in a tearful, all-consuming way. Careful and quiet; beautiful and necessary.
Callie wanted today to be different. She swallowed, throat clicking a little as she tried to hide the tears that were welling in her eyes.
“We don’t have to,” Arizona started.
“Yes, we do, Arizona. We have to because I love you and I want you.”
Arizona’s heart dropped when Callie’s eyes closed, finding strength somewhere deep within.
“I want you to make me feel beautiful again.”
A ragged sigh escaped the blonde’s lips as she stared reverently at her wife.
“You never stopped being beautiful,” Arizona said firmly, authoritatively.
Callie half believed her.
Arizona shook her head, pressing a kiss to the scar on Callie’s chest that lay hidden by the fabric of the modest dress she was wearing. At the same time she reached behind the brunette, tugging gently on the zipper. Callie stilled Arizona’s hands and found her eyes.
“Can we go to the bed?”
“Yes,” Arizona agreed, taking Callie by the hands.
They walked across the suite, Arizona backpedalling, only leaving Callie’s gaze to make sure she wouldn’t run into anything on their way. They made it to the king sized bed in barefooted silence. Arizona’s heart in her throat, Callie’s on her sleeve.
The brunette whimpered when she felt Arizona’s hands on her back again, tugging at the zipper as they stood just inches from the bed. Callie hated this. She used to be so confident with the blonde. She just wanted to feel that way again.
“When I saw you and Carlos walking down the aisle today, I thought I was going to faint,” Arizona began, her fingers finally pulling the zipper all the way down, her hands reaching to part the fabric, to feel the skin underneath splayed fingers.
“And I looked at you, and you looked at me, and I was never more sure of anything in my life.”
Callie smiled. “You’ve never been more beautiful to me, except maybe the first time I saw you with Sofia.”
“Our Sofia,” Arizona reminded which made Callie smile even bigger.
Callie hands rose to Arizona’s face, rubbing at the slight scar underneath her lip, invisible today with the makeup. She smiled before moving in close and kissing her.
Tentatively Arizona tugged on the shoulders of the dress, noticing Callie’s rigidity at first. As the kiss deepened and Arizona’s champagne-tinged tongue slipped into her mouth, Callie relented.
The dress slid off of Callie’s curves with a quiet swish, pooling around her feet before being carefully kicked away.
Arizona took a moment to drink in the sight of her wife. All that golden skin accented by the lacy bra and panty combination. She didn’t know where to touch first, so she started at her chest, both hands flattening just above Callie’s breasts as she pressed a kiss along that scar, evoking terrible memories.
The worst feeling of watching Callie crash on a table while their baby did the same just a few feet away.
But, here she was.
Callie brought a hand up, settling it against the back of blonde waves, shivering when Arizona’s kisses dipped lower, between her breasts. A little impatiently, Arizona removed the bra, dropping it to the carpet with the same gentle reverence as the dress.
The blonde kissed across Callie’s collarbone, then back down, palming her right breast softly while her mouth trailed open-mouthed kisses against the left, having a hard time reeling in the need as she sucked a nipple into her mouth, lavishing her tongue against the stiff peak, feeling Callie’s back arch.
“Arizona,” she gasped.
The simple sound of her name in the quiet hotel room fuelled the fire already raging inside of her. She moved to the other nipple, thumb flicking over the one she’d just left. When Callie gasped again, Arizona moaned quietly against the skin. She wanted to nibble, to tug, but she reined it in, appreciating the woman she’d missed so much.
“Oh, God,” Callie whispered when Arizona finally pulled away, dropping slowly to her knees.
Callie’s torso, once smooth skin and curvature, now read like the lines of a map. Scarred and jagged in places, angry red reminders of the cost of healing and rejuvenating. Arizona had never seen them this close up before. She’d only had stolen glances as the brunette changed after a shower.
Arizona felt Callie stiffen when she started kissing over them, having to hold back her own tears. She’d almost lost her wife, her Calliope. But, here she stood. Alive and warm and breathing. having to hold back her own tears.
“Relax,” Arizona whispered softly, her lips just above Callie’s belly button.
“You feel so good,” Callie gasped, knees starting to tremble a little when Arizona’s fingertips hooked into either side of the lacy black underwear she was wearing.
She kissed her way down Callie’s strong thighs, loving that she could feel that soft flex of musculature underneath her lips. Her hands running up the backs of those same thighs the entire time, wanting nothing more than to kiss and touch and lick every inch of this gorgeous woman. Callie’s knees threatened to give out again when Arizona licked a gentle line along her inner thigh.
“Sit on the bed,” Arizona instructed, tone still gentle. “If you want.”
Callie gasped, “I do.”
Arizona grinned, “That’s not the first time I’ve heard that today.”
Laughing, the brunette watched as Arizona slid her underwear from her body. “I know.” Arizona sat back on her haunches to look up at her scar-riddled goddess.
“You are gorgeous,” she reminded the brunette.
“You are,” Callie countered. “And I want you.”
Arizona smiled, watching as Callie took a seat on the edge of the bed, wanting to hide all her scars underneath the covers. The blonde turned so she was facing her, still on her knees. She pushed Callie’s thighs apart, coaxing the brunette further onto the edge of the bed. Something about this, about being in front of her and kneeling, felt right and necessary. She wanted to worship Callie in every way possible. She wanted to show the woman that she loved her more than life; show her how beautiful she found her.
The blonde pressed kisses along smooth inner thighs as Callie leaned back, supporting her weight on the bed. She knew what was happening, but it was no less beautiful or amazing to her.
“I missed this,” Callie sighed.
“I miss you,” Arizona murmured as she coupled her kisses with soothing caresses, resisting that heady scent of Callie’s arousal as she continued lavishing attention along her skin. Callie gasped when Arizona’s fingertips settled high against her inner thigh, dragging her nails ever so slightly over the skin.
“Please,” the brunette begged.
Arizona nodded. No room for teasing today, nothing to withhold. Callie groaned when those kisses became wetter, open-mouthed, when they lingered so close to her desire; when Arizona slid her tongue forward to taste what she’d missed.
“Oh my God,” Callie breathed, leaning forward, hands going to Arizona’s hair almost desperately.
The blonde never stopped running her hands over those soft thighs as she dragged her tongue upward, the flat of it licking across Callie’s clit, eliciting a low moan from the brunette who tightened her hold in those blonde locks.
“More,” the brunette hissed, head tilting back when the tip of Arizona’s tongue started circling her clit, bringing back pleasant memories of times past. The blonde pulled away, tongue dragging back down to taste the wealth of arousal, relishing the feeling she’d missed so much. Arizona obliged, tongue moving back up to flick at Callie’s clit in quick motions, fingers from her right hand slipping inside of her.
The brunette gasped at the contact, the feeling of being connected to this woman, her wife, in a way that she’d almost forgotten about. Everything fell away, and all that was left was Arizona. There was no accident, there was no near-death, there was nothing but this moment.
“God, Arizona,” Callie gasped as the blonde curled her fingers upward, pushing into the woman, starting that tantalizing rhythm with one goal in mind.
The blonde was intoxicated by this, so turned on by the simple pleasure of reconnection. Her plans of slow and gentle were being trumped by need, wanting to hear Callie. Her tongue, pressing harder, continued flicking. Lips wrapped around that sensitive bundle, sucking. Callie’s thighs were shaking, even though she was seated and Arizona couldn’t help herself.
Taking hold of those thighs, she slid them over her shoulders before her fingers found that groove again. This angle gave her more leverage as her fingers slipped in deeper. Callie tugged on that blonde hair, head thrown back while Arizona’s tongue never stilled, sweeping and flicking and rounding Callie’s clit.
Callie was still shaking, thighs flexing, wanting Arizona as close as possible. When she felt Callie getting close, Arizona tightened her hold on her thigh while the fingers on her other hand quickened, thrusting inside, sucking on Callie’s clit, listening to the mantra of praises spilling from her lips. As the sweet sounds of “Oh, God, Arizona. Baby, yes, right there, right-” rang into the darkened room, Callie’s body tensed, her thighs squeezing Arizona close while her head tipped back.
Fleetingly, Arizona cast a glance upward. She caught sight of Callie in the throes of orgasm and grinned to herself at how beautiful she looked and how hard she came. The blonde could have continued like this for hours, but felt a gentle push on her head. She pulled back, flustered and dazed, gazing up at her wife, body tinged with a soft blush, chest heaving.
“I need you close to me,” Callie mumbled. “Come here.”
Arizona settled Callie’s feet back on the floor and, with a little help from her wife, got out of that dress and skimpy underwear. She didn’t care where the garments landed, she just needed this. Sitting up straight once more, Callie hooked her arms around Arizona’s waist, tugging her into her lap. Arizona enjoyed the feeling of all that warm skin underneath her own, the way she so easily straddled Callie’s thighs, immediately moving forward to kiss the woman she loved oh so much.
Maybe this whole marriage thing was making her a little sappy, but she really didn’t mind.
“I missed that,” Callie repeated, stroking her hand across Arizona’s back, loving how soft she was, how she felt so warm and perfect.
“Me too,” Arizona affirmed.
The brunette’s hands slid down along Arizona’s sides, across her hips, along the outside of her thighs. She missed touching her in this simple way. She forgot about hiding her scars and the way that left hand still shook just a little bit as she trailed it along milky skin.
“I missed your hands on my body like this,” Arizona murmured through a soft moan.
Callie nodded, tracing nonsensical patterns on Arizona’s skin. She loved feeling her, knowing that this beautiful woman was hers until the end of time; until the sun turned black. Arizona leaned closer so that the brunette could pepper soft kisses across her neck, breathing in the scent of her perfume and tasting the remnants of the perspiration from a few short seconds ago. It was so sexy.
Callie’s hand dipped in between Arizona’s thighs, knowingly seeking out the wet heat that always followed after the blonde tasted her like that. Callie knew what that did for Arizona, and when her fingertips tentatively swept through her wetness she gasped.
“Oh, God,” Arizona said, already starting to tremble. She had so much pent up frustration that all she needed was her wife’s hands on her to make it better, to calm and quell her.
“You feel so good,” Callie murmured against Arizona’s neck, loving when Arizona turned her face closer, sealing the space between their lips.
They kissed slowly at first while Callie’s fingers found a comfortable rhythm, sliding two fingers inside of her wife so that she could push into her while they kissed, tongues languidly passing across the other’s while Arizona gasped into the Latina’s mouth. The blonde’s hips started moving in response, meeting Callie’s thrusts easily.
Callie pulled her lips away only to trail them across Arizona’s milky shoulder, dragging her teeth a little, but not biting down all the way. She wanted to have the same amount of reverence as Arizona did with her body earlier, but it was hard when she was crazy about the woman on top of her.
“Touch my clit,” Arizona said softly, then added, “Please.”
The brunette grinned at the soft pleading and brought her thumb up to flick and swipe against Arizona’s clit. Her fingers still worked inside of her, curling upward, pushing against the spots she knew so well. Arizona was helping by rolling her hips into Callie’s hand, arms around strong shoulders while she held off, though not sure how much longer she could.
“Calliope,” she groaned, “M-missed you.”
“Me too, baby, you’re so gorgeous, so sexy,” Callie murmured as she pressed kisses along Arizona’s chest, feeling the catch of the blonde’s wedding ring in her hair. It felt like fire in her gut, the sexiest, surest feeling of them all.
“I’m so close,” Arizona promised with a whimper.
Callie moaned, noticing the slight sheen of perspiration along Arizona’s hairline.
“Look at me,” the brunette gently commanded.
Arizona lowered her eyes, watching Callie’s face.
Their eyes met, and it took a lot for Arizona not to start crying. She had missed this, and not just on the physical level. She missed everything about Callie. The slight part of her lips, the way her chest heaved, the look of pure need in those pretty brown eyes..
“Come for me, Arizona,” Callie said gently, keeping her eyes trained on the blonde’s.
The husky tone sent a shiver ricocheting through the blonde’s form as she gasped, finally allowing herself to let go. Focusing on the coupling of fingers inside of her and the thumb pressing against her clit, she rocked forward, gripping Callie’s shoulders, still holding her gaze.
When Arizona came, Callie felt like she could have gotten off again just from the look in the blonde’s eyes, how her lids fought to stay open, how her brows knitted in concentration as she chanted Callie’s name over and over .
The blonde collapsed forward, accepting the kisses Callie pressed along her brow then against her cheeks and nose and mouth. In the haze of the aftermath “I love you” were the only words she was able to say. She was sure she felt Callie’s tears against her neck, and instead of fearing them she knew they meant happiness. She felt whole.
Shifting out of the brunette’s lap, Arizona turned down the covers and shimmied beneath them, holding them open so that Callie could join her. When the brunette did, she laid on Arizona’s chest, sniffling a little.
“You okay?” Arizona asked, shaking still.
“I am. That was amazing,” Callie smiled through her tears.
“Then why the tears?” Arizona asked tenderly, wiping them from flushed cheeks.
“Just… happy. I’m really, really happy. I’m in bed with my wife, this-this beautiful woman who has stuck by me through everything. Our daughter’s sleeping at the hospital, breathing on her own in a nursery, already charming all the nurses. And, I just - I wonder what I’ve done to be this lucky. But, whatever it was, I’m happy I did it.”
Arizona felt her eyes mist over. Nodding, she replied, “Me too.” She was usually the one with the mini-orations, but tonight she just wanted to listen.
“I love you, more than you’ll ever understand,” Callie said softly.
Arizona stroked her hair, “I love you, too. And love would be boring if we understood it all the time.”
Callie smiled as she pressed her lips against Arizona’s chest, hearing her heart beating wildly when she laid her head back down. They stayed quiet like that for a while, Callie listening as Arizona’s breathing and heart rate even out. Words were no longer necessary as everything in that moment made perfect sense.
Instead of lying awake, wracked with nightmares and guilt, Callie’s eyes slipped shut. And there, in the four and a half star Seattle hotel, still close enough to their baby, she fell asleep holding the woman who put it all into place for her.
Her wife.
Pairing: Callie and Arizona
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Callie's still self-conscious of her scars, even on her wedding night.
Disclaimer: Not Mine. Ray LaMontagne's song 'Til The Sun Turns Black is incredibly lovely. I think it's fitting of this fic.
A/N: First and foremost I need to thank my lj wife, clanket, for letting me borrow her idea. She's the best, right? Be jealous.
A/NII: This is canon-ish, mostly speculation, really. I'm going off of the sneaks I saw for 7X19 which include the baby's name. So if you don't want to know it, don't read this fic.
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So they did it.
They made it.
They were married.
Callie leaned against the entryway to the hotel room, watching as Arizona smiled to herself, toeing out of her pretty heels. Her own shoes were tossed in a corner. They’d changed after the ceremony, both of them quickly hurrying into more casual dresses; Callie’s red, Arizona’s blue. The blonde wasn’t drunk, but she was tipsy and the dusting of a blush hung on her cheeks like purposely applied rouge.
Beautiful. So much that it took the breath from Callie’s lungs This was the happiest she could ever remember herself being. Her girl. Her wife. She blinked away tears that threatened the makeup that Aria so artfully (and tearfully) applied earlier in the day.
Arizona looked up at Callie, noticing the watery gaze her partner was giving her. She rose, walked over to her and wrapped her arms easily around Callie’s waist, pulling her close.
“Hi, wife,” she mumbled, a voice so small that it made Callie grin.
“Hello,” the brunette replied, pushing back a tendril of blonde from those stunning blue eyes.
“I like saying that,” Arizona confessed, pressing a soft kiss to Callie’s lips.
“I like hearing it.”
“Good,” the blonde grinned, deepening the kiss.
Callie obliged, hands finally passing through the tresses she was careful not to muss all day, feeling Arizona sigh against her, body pressing into hers. She flinched involuntarily, feeling Arizona’s shoulders droop.
“I’m sorry,” Callie whispered against Arizona’s lips.
Arizona was getting used to this. Since her accident, Callie was often sore and almost fragile to the touch. The blonde frowned, “Did I hurt you?”
“I don’t hurt, I feel good,” Callie promised.
Arizona’s fingertips trailed along the waist of that scintillating red dress. All she wanted was to touch her wife, to feel that skin against hers.
They’d made love once since the accident, in the dark, in a tearful, all-consuming way. Careful and quiet; beautiful and necessary.
Callie wanted today to be different. She swallowed, throat clicking a little as she tried to hide the tears that were welling in her eyes.
“We don’t have to,” Arizona started.
“Yes, we do, Arizona. We have to because I love you and I want you.”
Arizona’s heart dropped when Callie’s eyes closed, finding strength somewhere deep within.
“I want you to make me feel beautiful again.”
A ragged sigh escaped the blonde’s lips as she stared reverently at her wife.
“You never stopped being beautiful,” Arizona said firmly, authoritatively.
Callie half believed her.
Arizona shook her head, pressing a kiss to the scar on Callie’s chest that lay hidden by the fabric of the modest dress she was wearing. At the same time she reached behind the brunette, tugging gently on the zipper. Callie stilled Arizona’s hands and found her eyes.
“Can we go to the bed?”
“Yes,” Arizona agreed, taking Callie by the hands.
They walked across the suite, Arizona backpedalling, only leaving Callie’s gaze to make sure she wouldn’t run into anything on their way. They made it to the king sized bed in barefooted silence. Arizona’s heart in her throat, Callie’s on her sleeve.
The brunette whimpered when she felt Arizona’s hands on her back again, tugging at the zipper as they stood just inches from the bed. Callie hated this. She used to be so confident with the blonde. She just wanted to feel that way again.
“When I saw you and Carlos walking down the aisle today, I thought I was going to faint,” Arizona began, her fingers finally pulling the zipper all the way down, her hands reaching to part the fabric, to feel the skin underneath splayed fingers.
“And I looked at you, and you looked at me, and I was never more sure of anything in my life.”
Callie smiled. “You’ve never been more beautiful to me, except maybe the first time I saw you with Sofia.”
“Our Sofia,” Arizona reminded which made Callie smile even bigger.
Callie hands rose to Arizona’s face, rubbing at the slight scar underneath her lip, invisible today with the makeup. She smiled before moving in close and kissing her.
Tentatively Arizona tugged on the shoulders of the dress, noticing Callie’s rigidity at first. As the kiss deepened and Arizona’s champagne-tinged tongue slipped into her mouth, Callie relented.
The dress slid off of Callie’s curves with a quiet swish, pooling around her feet before being carefully kicked away.
Arizona took a moment to drink in the sight of her wife. All that golden skin accented by the lacy bra and panty combination. She didn’t know where to touch first, so she started at her chest, both hands flattening just above Callie’s breasts as she pressed a kiss along that scar, evoking terrible memories.
The worst feeling of watching Callie crash on a table while their baby did the same just a few feet away.
But, here she was.
Callie brought a hand up, settling it against the back of blonde waves, shivering when Arizona’s kisses dipped lower, between her breasts. A little impatiently, Arizona removed the bra, dropping it to the carpet with the same gentle reverence as the dress.
The blonde kissed across Callie’s collarbone, then back down, palming her right breast softly while her mouth trailed open-mouthed kisses against the left, having a hard time reeling in the need as she sucked a nipple into her mouth, lavishing her tongue against the stiff peak, feeling Callie’s back arch.
“Arizona,” she gasped.
The simple sound of her name in the quiet hotel room fuelled the fire already raging inside of her. She moved to the other nipple, thumb flicking over the one she’d just left. When Callie gasped again, Arizona moaned quietly against the skin. She wanted to nibble, to tug, but she reined it in, appreciating the woman she’d missed so much.
“Oh, God,” Callie whispered when Arizona finally pulled away, dropping slowly to her knees.
Callie’s torso, once smooth skin and curvature, now read like the lines of a map. Scarred and jagged in places, angry red reminders of the cost of healing and rejuvenating. Arizona had never seen them this close up before. She’d only had stolen glances as the brunette changed after a shower.
Arizona felt Callie stiffen when she started kissing over them, having to hold back her own tears. She’d almost lost her wife, her Calliope. But, here she stood. Alive and warm and breathing. having to hold back her own tears.
“Relax,” Arizona whispered softly, her lips just above Callie’s belly button.
“You feel so good,” Callie gasped, knees starting to tremble a little when Arizona’s fingertips hooked into either side of the lacy black underwear she was wearing.
She kissed her way down Callie’s strong thighs, loving that she could feel that soft flex of musculature underneath her lips. Her hands running up the backs of those same thighs the entire time, wanting nothing more than to kiss and touch and lick every inch of this gorgeous woman. Callie’s knees threatened to give out again when Arizona licked a gentle line along her inner thigh.
“Sit on the bed,” Arizona instructed, tone still gentle. “If you want.”
Callie gasped, “I do.”
Arizona grinned, “That’s not the first time I’ve heard that today.”
Laughing, the brunette watched as Arizona slid her underwear from her body. “I know.” Arizona sat back on her haunches to look up at her scar-riddled goddess.
“You are gorgeous,” she reminded the brunette.
“You are,” Callie countered. “And I want you.”
Arizona smiled, watching as Callie took a seat on the edge of the bed, wanting to hide all her scars underneath the covers. The blonde turned so she was facing her, still on her knees. She pushed Callie’s thighs apart, coaxing the brunette further onto the edge of the bed. Something about this, about being in front of her and kneeling, felt right and necessary. She wanted to worship Callie in every way possible. She wanted to show the woman that she loved her more than life; show her how beautiful she found her.
The blonde pressed kisses along smooth inner thighs as Callie leaned back, supporting her weight on the bed. She knew what was happening, but it was no less beautiful or amazing to her.
“I missed this,” Callie sighed.
“I miss you,” Arizona murmured as she coupled her kisses with soothing caresses, resisting that heady scent of Callie’s arousal as she continued lavishing attention along her skin. Callie gasped when Arizona’s fingertips settled high against her inner thigh, dragging her nails ever so slightly over the skin.
“Please,” the brunette begged.
Arizona nodded. No room for teasing today, nothing to withhold. Callie groaned when those kisses became wetter, open-mouthed, when they lingered so close to her desire; when Arizona slid her tongue forward to taste what she’d missed.
“Oh my God,” Callie breathed, leaning forward, hands going to Arizona’s hair almost desperately.
The blonde never stopped running her hands over those soft thighs as she dragged her tongue upward, the flat of it licking across Callie’s clit, eliciting a low moan from the brunette who tightened her hold in those blonde locks.
“More,” the brunette hissed, head tilting back when the tip of Arizona’s tongue started circling her clit, bringing back pleasant memories of times past. The blonde pulled away, tongue dragging back down to taste the wealth of arousal, relishing the feeling she’d missed so much. Arizona obliged, tongue moving back up to flick at Callie’s clit in quick motions, fingers from her right hand slipping inside of her.
The brunette gasped at the contact, the feeling of being connected to this woman, her wife, in a way that she’d almost forgotten about. Everything fell away, and all that was left was Arizona. There was no accident, there was no near-death, there was nothing but this moment.
“God, Arizona,” Callie gasped as the blonde curled her fingers upward, pushing into the woman, starting that tantalizing rhythm with one goal in mind.
The blonde was intoxicated by this, so turned on by the simple pleasure of reconnection. Her plans of slow and gentle were being trumped by need, wanting to hear Callie. Her tongue, pressing harder, continued flicking. Lips wrapped around that sensitive bundle, sucking. Callie’s thighs were shaking, even though she was seated and Arizona couldn’t help herself.
Taking hold of those thighs, she slid them over her shoulders before her fingers found that groove again. This angle gave her more leverage as her fingers slipped in deeper. Callie tugged on that blonde hair, head thrown back while Arizona’s tongue never stilled, sweeping and flicking and rounding Callie’s clit.
Callie was still shaking, thighs flexing, wanting Arizona as close as possible. When she felt Callie getting close, Arizona tightened her hold on her thigh while the fingers on her other hand quickened, thrusting inside, sucking on Callie’s clit, listening to the mantra of praises spilling from her lips. As the sweet sounds of “Oh, God, Arizona. Baby, yes, right there, right-” rang into the darkened room, Callie’s body tensed, her thighs squeezing Arizona close while her head tipped back.
Fleetingly, Arizona cast a glance upward. She caught sight of Callie in the throes of orgasm and grinned to herself at how beautiful she looked and how hard she came. The blonde could have continued like this for hours, but felt a gentle push on her head. She pulled back, flustered and dazed, gazing up at her wife, body tinged with a soft blush, chest heaving.
“I need you close to me,” Callie mumbled. “Come here.”
Arizona settled Callie’s feet back on the floor and, with a little help from her wife, got out of that dress and skimpy underwear. She didn’t care where the garments landed, she just needed this. Sitting up straight once more, Callie hooked her arms around Arizona’s waist, tugging her into her lap. Arizona enjoyed the feeling of all that warm skin underneath her own, the way she so easily straddled Callie’s thighs, immediately moving forward to kiss the woman she loved oh so much.
Maybe this whole marriage thing was making her a little sappy, but she really didn’t mind.
“I missed that,” Callie repeated, stroking her hand across Arizona’s back, loving how soft she was, how she felt so warm and perfect.
“Me too,” Arizona affirmed.
The brunette’s hands slid down along Arizona’s sides, across her hips, along the outside of her thighs. She missed touching her in this simple way. She forgot about hiding her scars and the way that left hand still shook just a little bit as she trailed it along milky skin.
“I missed your hands on my body like this,” Arizona murmured through a soft moan.
Callie nodded, tracing nonsensical patterns on Arizona’s skin. She loved feeling her, knowing that this beautiful woman was hers until the end of time; until the sun turned black. Arizona leaned closer so that the brunette could pepper soft kisses across her neck, breathing in the scent of her perfume and tasting the remnants of the perspiration from a few short seconds ago. It was so sexy.
Callie’s hand dipped in between Arizona’s thighs, knowingly seeking out the wet heat that always followed after the blonde tasted her like that. Callie knew what that did for Arizona, and when her fingertips tentatively swept through her wetness she gasped.
“Oh, God,” Arizona said, already starting to tremble. She had so much pent up frustration that all she needed was her wife’s hands on her to make it better, to calm and quell her.
“You feel so good,” Callie murmured against Arizona’s neck, loving when Arizona turned her face closer, sealing the space between their lips.
They kissed slowly at first while Callie’s fingers found a comfortable rhythm, sliding two fingers inside of her wife so that she could push into her while they kissed, tongues languidly passing across the other’s while Arizona gasped into the Latina’s mouth. The blonde’s hips started moving in response, meeting Callie’s thrusts easily.
Callie pulled her lips away only to trail them across Arizona’s milky shoulder, dragging her teeth a little, but not biting down all the way. She wanted to have the same amount of reverence as Arizona did with her body earlier, but it was hard when she was crazy about the woman on top of her.
“Touch my clit,” Arizona said softly, then added, “Please.”
The brunette grinned at the soft pleading and brought her thumb up to flick and swipe against Arizona’s clit. Her fingers still worked inside of her, curling upward, pushing against the spots she knew so well. Arizona was helping by rolling her hips into Callie’s hand, arms around strong shoulders while she held off, though not sure how much longer she could.
“Calliope,” she groaned, “M-missed you.”
“Me too, baby, you’re so gorgeous, so sexy,” Callie murmured as she pressed kisses along Arizona’s chest, feeling the catch of the blonde’s wedding ring in her hair. It felt like fire in her gut, the sexiest, surest feeling of them all.
“I’m so close,” Arizona promised with a whimper.
Callie moaned, noticing the slight sheen of perspiration along Arizona’s hairline.
“Look at me,” the brunette gently commanded.
Arizona lowered her eyes, watching Callie’s face.
Their eyes met, and it took a lot for Arizona not to start crying. She had missed this, and not just on the physical level. She missed everything about Callie. The slight part of her lips, the way her chest heaved, the look of pure need in those pretty brown eyes..
“Come for me, Arizona,” Callie said gently, keeping her eyes trained on the blonde’s.
The husky tone sent a shiver ricocheting through the blonde’s form as she gasped, finally allowing herself to let go. Focusing on the coupling of fingers inside of her and the thumb pressing against her clit, she rocked forward, gripping Callie’s shoulders, still holding her gaze.
When Arizona came, Callie felt like she could have gotten off again just from the look in the blonde’s eyes, how her lids fought to stay open, how her brows knitted in concentration as she chanted Callie’s name over and over .
The blonde collapsed forward, accepting the kisses Callie pressed along her brow then against her cheeks and nose and mouth. In the haze of the aftermath “I love you” were the only words she was able to say. She was sure she felt Callie’s tears against her neck, and instead of fearing them she knew they meant happiness. She felt whole.
Shifting out of the brunette’s lap, Arizona turned down the covers and shimmied beneath them, holding them open so that Callie could join her. When the brunette did, she laid on Arizona’s chest, sniffling a little.
“You okay?” Arizona asked, shaking still.
“I am. That was amazing,” Callie smiled through her tears.
“Then why the tears?” Arizona asked tenderly, wiping them from flushed cheeks.
“Just… happy. I’m really, really happy. I’m in bed with my wife, this-this beautiful woman who has stuck by me through everything. Our daughter’s sleeping at the hospital, breathing on her own in a nursery, already charming all the nurses. And, I just - I wonder what I’ve done to be this lucky. But, whatever it was, I’m happy I did it.”
Arizona felt her eyes mist over. Nodding, she replied, “Me too.” She was usually the one with the mini-orations, but tonight she just wanted to listen.
“I love you, more than you’ll ever understand,” Callie said softly.
Arizona stroked her hair, “I love you, too. And love would be boring if we understood it all the time.”
Callie smiled as she pressed her lips against Arizona’s chest, hearing her heart beating wildly when she laid her head back down. They stayed quiet like that for a while, Callie listening as Arizona’s breathing and heart rate even out. Words were no longer necessary as everything in that moment made perfect sense.
Instead of lying awake, wracked with nightmares and guilt, Callie’s eyes slipped shut. And there, in the four and a half star Seattle hotel, still close enough to their baby, she fell asleep holding the woman who put it all into place for her.
Her wife.