Fic: A Sorta Fairytale | Part Three | Addison/Callie
"Callie!" Addison's smile beamed radiantly on her face and she strode behind her desk, where Callie was now standing. She threw her arms around Callie's neck as Callie's arms wrapped around her waist.
"God it's good to see you," Callie whispered into Addison's shoulder.
"I thought you had a later flight?" Addison rubbed her arms along Callie's back, her lightheadedness returning as the scent of Callie's hair and the feel of the silky locks brushing against her cheek overwhelmed her.
"I wanted to surprise you."
"You did! But how did you…?"
"Naomi orchestrated the whole thing."
"I can't believe she didn't tell me! You're here. You're really here," Addison mumbled, nuzzling her nose into Callie's neck.
Callie's hands, which had been roaming the expanse of her back and toying with the ends of her hair, rested now on her skirt-encased hips. They rested flush against Callie's denim-clad hips. As Callie began to nuzzle Addison's shoulder and neck she realized just how close their bodies were…and just how warm she was becoming. She tangled her fingers in Callie's loose curls, cupping the back of her head as it began to draw back slightly.
Addison's breath began to quicken as Callie's nose nudged along her jawline and her cheek, her forehead coming to rest on the redhead's, their hot breaths intermingling between them. Callie's hands stroked along her waist, her fingers tracing the small patch of skin where her blouse had parted ways with the top of her skirt. She exhaled sharply. "Callie…"
"I haven't been able to stop thinking about this moment…it's been driving me insane, wanting it so bad," Callie whispered, her forehead tilting in a way that was bringing her lips closer to Addison's.
"I want to kiss you…" Addison murmured, her lips brushing against Callie's. This slight touch of their lips sent a surge of wetness between her thighs. "Callie."
"So kiss me then."
Addison needed no further prompting. She tugged Callie's head back slightly, giving herself better access to her mouth, and brushed their lips together once more before firmly kissing her.
Addison sighed into Callie's mouth as she kissed her softly, her sigh morphing into an audible whimper as Callie's tongue grazed her bottom lip. Despite Addison's feeble attempts to keep her kisses soft and sweet, every swipe of Callie's tongue along her lips erased any hesitation she had. She parted her lips, her knees buckling as Callie's tongue brushed against her own and a low, satisfying groan erupted from Callie's throat.
Addison slanted her mouth completely over Callie's, her fingers tightening in her hair as Callie's tongue stroked insistently against her own. Callie tightened her arms around her waist, one hand smoothing along her back, the other sliding down the side of her hip. Addison moaned, her hips arching against Callie's as the resident's hand began to inch over her ass.
"Hey Ad, I know you had a free--"
Callie pulled away and jumped back, her hand immediately wiping any smudged lipstick from her mouth. Shocked by the sudden intrusion, Addison squared her shoulders and furrowed her brow into a glare, setting it upon the intruder.
Sam stood at the door, his hand on the doorknob and his eyes wide as they flicked between the two women. "Um…I'm sorry, Addie…I thought you were free."
"Apparently not." Thoroughly annoyed, Addison motioned to Callie. "Sam, this is Callie Torres, a friend from Seattle. Callie, this is Sam Bennett."
Callie smiled politely and shook Sam's extended hand. "Nice to meet you."
Sam's grin was wider than Addison liked and as she came around her desk to usher him out of the office, Naomi appeared, her hand tugging his elbow.
"I'm really sorry, you two," she said. "Do I need to put a freakin' bell on you or something, Sam?"
"No, one of those shock collars maybe," Addison suggested.
Sam nodded politely to Callie and said, "It was a pleasure to meet you. I'll just, uh, be going now." He followed his ex-wife out of the office.
As Addison closed the door behind him, she heard him say, "So it really wasn't about a man, was it?"
"Well, so much for keeping this quiet." Addison said, pinching the bridge of her nose.
Callie laughed, walking around the desk to stand in front of Addison. "It'll be fine…I mean, I'd rather the man hadn't found out this way, but so what?"
"Speak for yourself! They'll love you…but the minute you leave they'll never give me a break."
"So let them talk about how amazingly hot of a girlfriend you have," Callie said, wrapping her arms around Addison's neck. "I don't mind."
Addison grinned, snaking her arms around Callie's waist. "Girlfriend, eh?"
"Well….unofficial lady friend then."
"You're more than just an unofficial lady friend to me." She kissed Callie's lips softly.
"Oh yea?" Callie kissed the tip of Addison's nose, nuzzling it and kissing her cheeks.
"Mmhmm…"
"What do you think of me as?"
"I think of you as mine. You're my love…my partner in crime…" She kissed Callie's cheekbone and temple, pressing her lips to every spot of bare flesh. "And, if you'll have me…my official girlfriend…I know it's not very romantic and there's no Barry White or candles or wine but…"
Callie's smile took Addison's breath away. "Shut up," she said, claiming Addison's lips in a searing, languid kiss. "It's perfect. And yes, I'll have you. I want you forever."
Addison smiled through her kiss. "I know we've only been official for about," she glanced at her watch, "a minute and forty two seconds, but if you keep this up I'm going to take you right here on this desk."
"In that case…" Callie nibbled Addison's bottom lip, drawing it between her teeth and smoothing her tongue along it.
Addison's eyelids fluttered closed and she groaned. "I'm serious, Callie…you have no idea what you're doing to me…"
"I think I might have an idea." She reached down, cupping Addison's backside and bringing their hips together. "You're killing me."
Addison kissed her, their mouths clashing roughly. Her knees weakened as Callie whimpered against her, her fingers clutching her through her skirt. She pulled Callie back, turning their bodies so that Callie was pressed against the desk. Somewhere far on the other side something fell to the ground and broke, but that seemed to have taken place in some alternate realm, somewhere in which she no longer existed. All that existed was Callie, whose legs had opened to allow Addison to step closer into her.
"I want you," she whispered between kisses, running her hands along Callie's sides, pausing at the side of her breasts. Callie's hand took Addison's, sliding it over her breast; they both moaned aloud as Addison's fingers met with evidence of Callie's arousal. She toyed with the hardened nipple and ravaged Callie's mouth, a fierce pounding bursting between her legs.
Callie leaned her head back and whimpered, biting her lip to stifle a moan. "Fuck…Addison…"
As Addison leaned in to kiss her again, a loud beep resounded behind her.
"God dammit!" Addison cursed. Reaching behind Callie, she pulled her phone closer and pressed the intercom button. "What!?" she snarled.
"Uh, Addison…your, uh, 11:30 called to reconfirm," Dell said nervously.
"Can we cancel it?" Addison asked as Callie's head dropped onto her shoulder and her hands let go of her ass, gripping the edge of the desk.
"Probably not…they had to reschedule their last appointment."
"Fine. Confirm it." She released the button and whimpered as she leaned her head against Callie's shoulder.
"I hate your co-workers."
"I thought you liked them?" Addison said with a laugh.
"They're all a bunch of vagina blockers."
Addison laughed and stepped back, looking at Callie's beautifully anxious form. "They're so getting socks for Christmas."
"Good. They should be unmatching socks, too."
"Oh, they will be." She sighed. "Okay, how about this: I'll take you back to my place-"
"I like the way you think," Callie grinned.
"Aaaand I'll show you around, feel you up in my bedroom, and then I'll meet you after my appointments are done for the day."
"I like the second part of that option…" Callie said with a mischievous smile. She grabbed her purse and suitcase and stared wistfully at the desk. "Stupid pregnant people with their needy fetuses."
"I know! How dare they exist and keep me in a job?"
"Seriously."
Addison reached for her hand and kissed it. "You're so cute when you're sexually frustrated."
Callie rolled her eyes. "That's the last thing a woman wants to hear when she's trying to score with her hot girlfriend."
"Awe, you think I'm hot?"
"Duh," Callie responded, pulling Addison in for a soft kiss before following her out of the office.
Addison locked her hand with Callie's, leading her across the waiting room. She smiled at Pete, Cooper and Violet, who had mysteriously congregated near Dell's desk. She brushed her thumb across Callie's knuckles, reassuring her as they headed for the elevator.
"Good news certainly travels fast, doesn't it?" Addison asked, patting the back of Callie's hand.
"Who knew Sam was so interested in your sex life," Callie added. "You sure he doesn't want you for himself?"
"Oh! Ew, gross, no! Incest. No. He's just…like a big brother. I hope. Ugh."
Callie laughed. "Well, it's obvious that they all care about you given that they've all blown off work to stand around and scope me out."
"They'll love you. You'll meet them all eventually. Ha, I'm sure I'll get back to the office and they'll be all over me trying to find out about the gorgeous woman who's been the cause of my happy mood for the last few weeks."
"Pardon me if I seem disinterested, but meeting all of them can wait. I want to keep you all to myself." Callie leaned in for a small kiss before the elevator doors opened and they headed for Addison's car.
"I wouldn't have it any other way, babe."
Twenty minutes and twelve stolen kisses later, Addison was showing Callie through her front door, rolling Callie's suitcase behind her.
"God, you're place is gorgeous!"
"Of course it is; I decorated."
Callie walked down the front hall, entering the large kitchen and open dining room, running her hand over the black marble of the countertops. "This is such a vast improvement from the Archfield! I'm not gonna wanna go back."
"You can always stay," Addison said with a smile, watching as Callie inspected the room. "Or you can start looking for a place in Seattle," she added with a frown.
Callie raised an eyebrow at Addison. "I'm not sure I'm interested in looking for a permanent living situation there yet. Not unless a certain redhead wanted to be my roommate, anyway."
Addison smiled despite the nagging thoughts that had been dormant for the last few days. What would happen when Callie left? They couldn't maintain a long distance relationship forever, which inevitably meant that one woman would have to give up her current career. Sure, neonatal specialists and orthopedic surgeons would be wanted anywhere, but would Addison ever find another private practice as comfortable and perfect as the Oceanside Wellness Clinic? And would Callie give up her Chief Residency? No. Now was not the time to think about serious things, not when one Callie Torres was advancing on Addison like she was the last piece of cheesecake.
"I can't believe you're finally here," Addison said, hooking her fingers in Callie's belt loops and pulling her in for a kiss.
"Neither can I. I needed this so badly."
"Me too, baby."
Callie's tongue swiped at the corner of her mouth, drawing a soft moan from her lips. She could feel her body quickly reacting and she stepped away, grabbing Callie's hand and pulling her into the living room.
She stood by as Callie observed the moderately sized living area, glancing at the artwork and the photographs above the mantelpiece. She smiled at Addison as she headed for the sliding glass door, which opened to a small patio. "You've got a really amazing place, Addie," Callie said.
"It serves its purpose rather nicely, but it gets lonely. It's amazing now that you're here."
"Have you always been this cheesy?"
"It's all your fault, Cal. You've made me into a walking Hallmark card."
"I'm a sucker for cheesy redheads, so you're lucky."
Addison felt her entire body warm as she watched Callie, her eyes sweeping over her form. She looked more gorgeous than the last time they had seen each other, though the resident had been puffy-eyed and solemn. She cleared her throat and said, "Come, see the rest. The bathroom is in here and in here is the office/guest bedroom…"
"Looks a little more office than guest bedroom." Callie commented, coming behind Addison and wrapping her arms around her waist while resting her head on her shoulder.
"Well, it would have looked more guest bedroom but…well, I hope I wasn't presumptuous in assuming…"
"I'd have been offended if you thought I was going to be sleeping in here."
"We can't have angry Callie…"
"No, we can't. I'd have ended up sneaking into your room anyway."
"That could have been fun," Addison said with a giggle. Callie nuzzled her neck and brushed her hair to the side, kissing her neck softly. "Mmm…" When Callie's teeth nipped at her flesh she said, "One more room…"
Callie groaned. "Aren't we done yet? I want a more intimate tour…"
Addison closed her eyes, inhaling deeply. "Are you trying to kill me?"
"If by kill you mean seduce you, then yes."
"It's working….I've got about ten minutes left before I have to go back to the office…let's spend them in the most important room of the apartment, shall we?"
"Lead the way."
Callie followed Addison into the master bedroom. "So this is where the magic happens. Or, lack thereof."
"We could cast a little magic now right now," Callie suggested with a wink as she glanced over the décor of the room. "Your bed looks comfy."
"Oh it is. Very." She watched as Callie sat on the bed, testing its bounciness. She lay back, wiggling her eyebrows at Addison as she settled herself against the pillow.
The sight of Callie Torres lying in her bed mobilized her stationary form immediately; she crossed the room and sat on the edge of the bed. Callie sat up, cupping Addison's face and bringing it in for a kiss. Her tongue immediately delved into her mouth, stroking harshly against Addison's. Addison whimpered, tracing her fingers down the length of Callie's neck, down the line of her v-neck blouse, and over the swell of her breast. Callie sighed into Addison's mouth and mimicked her actions, slipping her hand from Addison's cheek to cup her breast. Addison sucked on Callie's tongue, nipping with her teeth as she arched her back into Callie's hand.
"Fuck I want you, Addie…" Callie groaned as her lips dragged along her jawbone, pausing to suckle the underside of her chin.
"Oooh…Yes, yes, I want you too…oh." A thick, urgent wave of want flushed between her legs, pooling within her hips. She could feel her sex immediately slicken and reacted by pinching Callie's nipple through her bra and top. "Fuck work. Fuck responsibility. I've wanted you for so long…"
"Four and a half days doesn't seem like enough time…" Callie whined, teeth scraping across the nape of Addison's neck. "Not when I could be perfectly content making love to you for the rest of my life."
"Mmm…I think as a living that sounds much more appealing than fetuses and bones."
Callie mumbled a noise of agreement as she licked the hollow of her throat. "Fuck…Addie…you better make me stop before I can’t."
"I don't want to stop…"
"As good as the sex will undoubtedly be, it won't be good enough to lose your job for…" Callie's mouth returned to her lips, placing soft kisses upon her mouth.
"That could be argued."
"Baby…go to work. And when you get home…you're mine."
Addison whimpered and claimed another intensely satisfying kiss. "I hate you."
"I hate you too. Now go before I stop being all noble and fuck you."
"I'm going." Addison stood, taking a deep breath as she ran her fingers through her hair and looked down at Callie. Her lips were swollen, her lipstick smudged, her shirt askew. Addison closed her eyes and began to count. "Whew. Okay. I'm good. Don't have too much fun without me."
"As if I'd start the party without you."
Addison grinned and pecked Callie's mouth. "I'll see you between three and four. Help yourself to anything."
"I will. I love you, babe…go cater to the fertile people."
"I love you, too." Addison headed for the door and turned. "I'm so happy you're here."
Callie smiled. "So am I. Now GO!"
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It was nearly ten to five when Addison walked through the door and called out, "Baby! I'm home!" A giddy smile crossed her face at the greeting; how long had it been since she had someone to come home to? She knew it would last but a few short days, and she longed to make the most of it.
Upon hearing no response, Addison dropped her briefcase and keys on the kitchen counter and headed for the bedroom. She stopped in the doorway as she glanced at Callie's sleeping form. She smiled as she slipped out of her heels and passed quietly to the bed.
Callie had obviously taken a shower; her hair was still damp, the black tendrils draped over her pillow. She was wearing a t-shirt that Addison recognized as one of her own and a pair of shorts. She lay on her back, one hand tucked by her cheek, the other resting on her stomach, which rose and fell with each calm breath.
Addison glanced at her face, taking in the impossibly beautiful vision that was Callie Torres. Here eyes flickered beneath the thin lids, deep within a dream state. Her lips formed a slight pout and Addison couldn't resist kissing her softly. She brushed a piece of hair from her forehead, noticing the faintest hint of a bruise. Addison kissed the bruise, hoping for its prompt healing and cherishing it for what happened on the day during which she received it.
Addison backed away, changing out of her work clothes and into a pair of lounge pants and a t-shirt. She headed into the kitchen, grabbed a bottle of water, and headed back into the bedroom. Seating herself in one of the comfortable accent chairs, she curled her legs to her chest and watched Callie sleep.
It had only been ten minutes when Callie opened her eyes, blinking back the sleep that clouded them. She stretched, mewling like a cat and twisting her torso. She eyed Addison sitting in her chair and held out her arms. Addison smiled and joined her in bed, spooning her body behind Callie's. "Good morning, babe."
"Mmm…how long have you been watching me sleep?"
"Only ten minutes or so…"
Callie groaned. "I hate when people watch me sleep. It's creepy."
"Get used to it." She kissed the back of Callie's head, wrapping her arms tighter around her waist.
"What time is it?"
"A little after 5. I didn't get home from work until a little while ago."
"What kept you so late?"
"One of my patients went into early labor. It should've been routine but there was excessive bleeding…she's okay though. It took a while to stabilize her but she and the baby are fine."
"Mmm, that's my girl…Super Gyno to the rescue."
"And what have you been up to, my sweet?"
"Well," Callie said, shifting her body so that she'd be facing Addison, "after you left I raided your fridge…you don't have crap to eat by the way."
Addison laughed. "I meant to warn you about that."
Callie rolled her eyes. "The oven doesn't bite."
"But--"
"No buts. You're a grown woman. You can't be scared of the kitchen forever."
Addison kissed Callie's nose. "What did you manage to scrounge up to eat?"
"A freakin' granola bar. And I hate granola so you know I must've been desperate. And yea, after that I took a bath…I smell like you now," Callie said with a dreamy smile.
Addison blushed. "And then you slept?"
"I seriously only meant it to be for a little while…not like hours."
"You've had a long day…I'm glad you got some rest."
"Me too…it helped pass the time. I've missed you. I'd been here alone for ten minutes and I already missed you. I can't imagine what it'll be like going back to Seattle…"
"Don't imagine it yet then, hun. We’ve got four blissful days ahead of us and I'm determined to make the most of them. I don't even care what we do…even if we just lie here I'll be happy."
"Is this really real? Because if this is still me dreaming, I'm gonna be really pissed when I wake up."
"It's real, love. This is real." Addison returned Callie's warm smile but jumped as a sharp pain tingled along her backside. "Ouch! What did you do that for?"
"Just checking…Dream Addison would tell me that she was real and then turn into Izzie Stevens or something….eew." Callie shuddered. She rubbed the spot on Addison's ass where she had pinched. "All better?"
"Yes…" Addison's response trailed off as Callie's fingers no longer soothed her but slid along the curves of her backside, resting at the top of her thigh. "Wow…"
"Hmm?" Callie asked, pulling Addison closer.
"I don't know what you did but I went from zero to turned on so fast." Addison's hand slid from Callie's waist, over her hip, and down the length of her smooth, long legs. "I love your legs," she muttered, raking her nails along the tan skin.
"I'm pretty fond of them," Callie replied, flexing her fingers against Addison's inner thigh. "They're good for a lot of things."
Addison issued a sigh as Callie's fingers teased dangerously close to the one spot she needed them to be. "Such as?"
"Walking. Running. You know…the usual. Oh, and they do this really well…" Within seconds Addison was on her back and Callie was on top of her, straddling her hips and propping herself up on her elbows.
Addison's breath quickened as she ran her hands up and down Callie's legs, stopping to cup her ass. "I really love your legs," Addison said, completely dumbfounded for words as Callie's lips slowly descended upon hers. She pouted her lips as if to return a kiss but Callie merely traced the outline of her mouth with her tongue and paused to tug on her lower lip with her teeth.
"Tease," Addison mumbled, her eyelids fluttering closed.
"Mmm, no, most definitely not a tease," Callie responded, crushing her mouth to Addison's.
Addison whimpered sharply, rocking her hips up against Callie's. The resident's hips rolled against hers as one of her hands slid beneath Addison's shirt, cupping her breast through her bra. As Callie slipped her hand beneath the lace, Addison's hands worked beneath her shorts, moaning as her hands met not with underwear but with bare skin.
Callie's mouth dragged down Addison's neck, suckling and biting. Addison's hands dove beneath Callie's shirt, greedily groping at her heavy breasts. She felt taut nipples against her fingers and felt a sharp throb between her legs when Callie swore when she pinched them between her fingers.
All sound was beginning to be replaced by a dull pounding in her ears, matching the tempo of her quickened pulse and the ache between her legs. It was happening…it was finally going to happen. Her heart rate quickened as Callie began to push up her shirt and reach beneath her to unhook her bra. Addison arched her back, whimpering as she felt the catch release.
There was a knock at the door.
"Are you fucking kidding me!?" Addison exclaimed as Callie slumped against her shoulder.
"Someone seriously does not want us to get some," Callie groaned. She sat up and swung her leg over Addison's torso, sitting cross-legged beside her.
"Let's not answer it…I don't care who it is." Addison sat up and nibbled at Callie's ear.
"Mmm…but if it's someone important, they'll hate me for hogging you."
"Fuck them," Addison growled as the knocking grew louder and more persistent. She looked at Callie raising an eyebrow and said, "Fine! But you're coming with me. Hopefully whoever it is will see you and realize they're interrupting something." She stood and rehooked her bra.
Callie stood, grabbing Addison's hands as she came up behind her and rested her head on her shoulder. "Now who's cute all sexually frustrated?"
"Shut up! I'm all grumpy now."
"No, no being grumpy," Callie said, pushing Addison against the wall in the hallway. "As soon as we get rid of whoever's at the door, you're mine." She kissed her deeply.
The knocking continued, followed by the sound of muffled voices. Addison groaned and glared into the peephole. "Oh no," she frowned, turning to Callie.
"What?" Callie asked. "Put me out of my misery and open the damn door."
With a heavy sigh Addison unlocked and opened the door.
"Welcome to California!" There was a rousing cheer from the group standing behind the door. Sam stood front and center, behind him the rest of the practice beamed, including Naomi who mouthed 'I'm sorry.'
The faces of both women fell immediately. Addison asked, "What's going on here, Sam?"
"Well, we all thought it would be nice to give you a proper California welcome, Callie," he said, flashing his broad smile.
"We were all dying to meet the woman that's been making our Addison so happy," added Cooper, his eyebrows raising as he glanced at Callie, who Addison noticed was still clad in her short shorts and mussed hair.
"Funny how everyone is suddenly an expert on my relationship," Addison scowled, glaring at Sam. He simply shrugged.
"We brought you dinner," Violet said, holding up a large bowl.
"How very…thoughtful," Callie said, forcing a smile.
"It's gonna get cold if you keep us out here," Pete added, peering around Sam's shoulder to get a better look at Callie.
"Oh, by all means…come right on in….we had no plans at all…" Addison frowned as her co-workers stalked into the apartment, each extending their greetings to Callie as they headed for the kitchen.
Naomi shifted the two rolls of French bread in her arms and hurried to Addison. "I am so, so sorry, Addie. I heard Cooper suggest a dinner and Sam got all hyped up and you know what happens when he rallies the troops…"
Addison sighed. "I know."
"I came to keep everyone in line. They'll be an hour tops, I promise."
"I take it no one goes against the Practice Mom?" Callie asked, curling her arm around Addison's waist.
"Not if they know what's good for them," Naomi grinned and touched Callie's arm affectionately. "I'm really glad you're here though, Callie. You're good for her."
Callie blushed and beamed at Addison. "She's good for me."
A loud clang came from the kitchen. "Go babysit them…we'll change into something more presentable," Addison said. Naomi nodded.
"You've got a protective bunch of colleagues, Ad," Callie said, walking with Addison into her bedroom. "I'm a little worried they're gonna slip something into my drink or something."
Addison laughed. "They'll only do that if you break my heart," she said, pulling off her lounge pants and draping them on the chair. As she opened a drawer for a pair of jeans she glanced back at Callie, who had stilled as she began to pull down her shorts. She saw the fixed glance on her face and added, "No, I mean, not that you would break my heart. I didn't meant to suggest…shit, we've only been together for seven hours and already--"
"It's not that. It's just sort of difficult to think straight when you're standing there in a little t-shirt and panties." Callie dropped her shorts.
Addison's mouth dropped. Her earlier suspicion that Callie wasn't wearing underwear had been correct. Her t-shirt hung to her hips but stopped just short of completely covering her modesty. Addison was not one to stare, especially given her profession, but she found her eyes lingering upon what lay below the hem of the t-shirt. A thin, neatly trimmed patch of hair covered her mound. Discovering that Callie Torres was a landing strip kind of gal was enough to cause Addison to drop her jeans on the ground. Callie cleared her throat.
Addison felt a furious blush cover her cheeks. "I, uh, yea." She looked up at Callie's face. "Callie," she whimpered. She watched, eyes wide, as Callie stepped into her jeans, pulling them over her round hips. "Calliope Torres, I can't be out there with you and know that all that separates me from you is a scrap of denim…" she whined, furrowing her brow in a pleading way.
Callie sauntered over, Addison drawn to the sway of her hips. She stopped, bending to pick up Addison's forgotten jeans, and handed them to her. "I'm not wasting any time when they finally leave," Callie whispered, licking her ear lobe. Addison groaned.
"Fuck…it's like we've never had sex before or something."
"Well, technically speaking…"
"You know what I mean," Addison hissed as Callie's tips fastened to her neck.
"I make you feel like a virgin?" Callie mumbled into her neck.
"Mmm…touched for the very first time." Addison tipped her head back, giving Callie better access, but immediately jumped back. "You….you are something else."
Callie grinned sheepishly. "Can you blame me?"
Addison laughed and pulled on her own jeans. "No, no, I suppose I can't. Now let's get this over with."
Taking Callie's hand, they rejoined the group.
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(Part Four)