Gift Giving | NC17 | Grey's Anatomy
Title: Gift Giving
Prompt: Christmas smut
Fandom: Callie/Arizona, Grey's Anatomy
Requested by: jillybean032
Rating: NC17
Word Count: 1604
Disclaimer: Not mine. Wish they were. Please don't sue.
Author's Note: Firstly, this is my first time attempting to write Calzona, so please be gentle with me if my Arizona is off in any way. Secondly, I was a little liberal with the prompt because I figured there'd be about 8000 Christmassy fics about this couple and I didn't want it to seem…cliché. This is unbeta'd, so all mistakes are my own. I hope you enjoy…let me know what you think!
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Callie knocks on the dressing room door, casting a quick glance down the hall to make sure she hasn't been followed. She definitely has more than six items, and she definitely plans on sneaking into the dressing room now that she's got enough clothes to last a year. When the lock finally slides back and the door pulls open, Callie puts on her sweetest smile.
"What is that?!" Arizona shrieks, her eyes widening at the sight of the armful of clothing.
"Just a few more things to try on," Callie replies, easing her way past her girlfriend into the small cubicle. She begins hanging them up on the free hooks and, when she runs out, drapes the remainder over her arm and squishes next to Arizona's purse on the small bench.
"That is not a few things. That is the entire department store."
"It'll save me another trip," Callie explains. She looks at the blue and green blouse that Arizona is wearing and purses her lips.
"What's wrong with this one?" Arizona asks, standing in front of the mirror. "I kinda like it."
"Aria would hate it."
Arizona frowns and begins to untie it. "Maybe a gift card would be a better idea." She pulls the shirt over her head and readjusts her black tank top. "That way she can get exactly what she wants." She reaches for the hanger and, rather than turn the shirt right-side out, she extends both hands to Callie. "You can be my official hanger-upper."
Callie scrunches her nose, props the clothes on her arm over the top of the door, and hangs up the shirt. "We need a 'no' pile."
"Remember that rack of clothes by the mirrors? Those are all of your rejects."
"I meant for in here. We need more hooks."
"They have a limit for a reason."
Callie waves a dismissive hand. "Here-- try this one." She picks out a red sweater, pulls it from its hanger, and hands it to Arizona.
"A sweater? For Miami?"
Callie frowns. "She has central air. People get cold in Miami."
Arizona tugs it over her head, her blonde hair becoming mussed in the process. "I really think a gift card might be an awesome idea for her to--"
"Nuh uh," Callie says immediately. "No way. No gift cards in my house."
"What's wrong with a gift card? I love gift cards."
"They're impersonal and lazy." She swaps the red sweater for a teal top. "According to my family, anyway."
"I think they're sort of sweet, especially the ones with the cute pictures on them," Arizona says, modeling the new top. At Callie's grimace, she removes it and reaches for another. "But I suppose I understand that argument."
"Aria's big into gifts. She goes all out every year and if I don't come prepared with a heap of gifts of my own, I'll look like a slacker." Callie taps her finger against her lip. "I like that one. We'll put that in the 'yes' pile."
Arizona changes out of the shirt and hands it to Callie. "Oh -- what if you get her a top or two and then take her shopping when you're in Miami? Then you can go out, spend time together, and get her what she'll really want."
"Maybe. I don't know. For once I want to look like I've got my act together."
Arizona smiles and leans down to kiss Callie's forehead. "Lucky for you that your girlfriend is the same size as your sister."
"Lucky me indeed," Callie responds, pulling Arizona down until their lips touch. She can't control the shiver that courses down her spine. "Mmm."
Arizona grins, places another soft kiss on Callie's lips, and then stands up. "What's next?"
"Try this one," Callie replies, pulling a small floral top from the hook. "Take the tank top off though…this one's tight."
"You tryin' to get me naked, Calliope?" Arizona asks with a grin. She brings her hands to the hem of her top and pulls it over her head, revealing a red and white striped bra.
"Woah. Hello. What is that?" Callie's eyes take in the sight of the bra, her breath hitching in her throat.
"It's festive…don't you like it?"
"Well, yea…" Callie feels her face flush with heat. "I like it a lot."
"Good! Now give me that." Arizona snatches at the shirt and shimmies into it. "Okay…little bit tight." She readjusts the low V of the collar, accentuating her cleavage. "How's this? Does it scream 'Aria'?" She turns around, propping her hands on her hips while she shows it off.
Callie licks her lips and stands, bringing herself close to her girlfriend. "It certainly screams something." Her hands move to Arizona's waist and she pulls her in, kissing her hard.
Arizona is quick to pull away. "Um…we're in a department store right now…"
Callie looks around, feigning surprise. "So we are." She kisses Arizona's neck, swiping her tongue against the blonde's rapidly beating pulse. "Your point?"
"My, uh, point…" Arizona drifts off, digging her nails into Callie's shoulders while Callie sucks on her earlobe. "My point is that we should really not be doing this here…"
"Can't a girl say thank you for being her model?" Callie's hands cup Arizona's breasts, kneading them and swiping her fingers at the swell of her cleavage.
"Absolutely…in a bed…"
When Callie's hands dip between their bodies and undo the button of Arizona's jeans, the pediatrician sucks in a breath and begins to tremble. "No time like the present," Callie argues. She tugs at the zipper, its metallic rasp parting the denim and baring the red and white matching panties. "Jesus."
"Cal…"
"Shh…you're gonna get us in trouble…"
Arizona gasps softly. "It won't have been my fau--oooh."
When Callie slips her hand inside of her panties and discovers how Arizona's protests don't match her body's response, she wastes little time in sliding her fingers past damp curls and cupping her wet sex. "I guess you're really not into this, huh?"
Arizona whines and grinds her hips against Callie's hand. "I've been taking my clothes off for you all day…" She sucks Callie's bottom lip into her mouth, laving it with her tongue. "I've been turned on for hours."
"Me too," Callie agrees, tugging the jeans down Arizona's hips to give herself more access. She pushes Arizona back against the mirror, anchoring her there while she begins to move her fingers amongst slick folds.
"Don't you feel, um, oooh yes right there, sort of…wrong…doing this while we're, oooh!, shopping for your sister?" Arizona mumbles, biting her lip in an attempt to stifle her moans.
"Ew…don't bring her up right now." To emphasize her point, she brushes her fingers against Arizona's clit. Arizona arches her back and tilts her hips, moving her body in time with Callie's motions. "You're close already, aren't you?" Callie asks, her voice low and throaty against Arizona's ear.
The blonde nods, licking her lips and tilting her head back against the mirror. "Kiss me…please…"
Callie fulfills the request, slanting her mouth over her girlfriend's. Their tongues meet, their whimpers mingle, and Callie quickens the frantic pace of her fingers. She can't wrap her mind around the fact that Arizona is already so close or that they're really doing this in a dressing room with people all around them or that the sight of Arizona's candy cane bra flipped the switch on her libido so suddenly. Callie feels her own desire mounting, feels the wet patch in her panties grow, but her sole focus is pushing Arizona over the edge. Her own desire can wait.
When Arizona comes, the clipped moans and sighs are enough to make Callie's knees buckle. She holds herself upright and strokes Arizona's clit while she convulses and grabs at her shoulders.
As she comes down from her climax, Arizona laughs. "You…are incorrigible, Calliope."
"As if you mind."
"Mmm…I suppose I can't complain."
Callie pulls her hand out of Arizona's panties, careful not to touch her damp fingers to the fabric. She holds the hand behind her back and kisses Arizona once more. "Certainly makes last minute Christmas shopping a little more bearable."
Arizona smiles and Callie can't help but lean forward and kiss her dimpled cheek. "Tissues are in my purse. And I hope you don't think that I'm going to reciprocate just because you couldn't keep your hands to yourself."
Callie forces a pout. "Way to ruin the day for me."
Removing the tight blouse, Arizona laughs. "Hey…I'm the human mannequin today. I should be rewarded for my patience."
"At least it's cheaper than the lunch I was planning to buy you."
Arizona smiles. "Just as well that I'm not hungry, huh?"
Callie unzips Arizona's purse, pulls out a tissue, and wipes the wetness from her fingers. "I'm horny and hungry."
"Kinda makes you wish you had gotten a gift card, huh?" Arizona holds out the blouse and the hanger. "I take it this is a no since it's all…defiled?"
"No way!" Callie exclaims, forcing the plastic frame within the fabric and placing it on the 'yes' hook. "This shirt is totally payback for catching Aria and her boyfriend having sex in my bed when I was 16."
"You're terrible," Arizona says with a laugh.
"You love me anyway."
"Yea, yea. Now…give me the next item of clothing so we can get take out and go to bed."
"I like the way you think," Callie says with a smirk. She thinks she may even finish her Christmas shopping early for the first time and end up with an early gift of her own.
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Prompt: Christmas smut
Fandom: Callie/Arizona, Grey's Anatomy
Requested by: jillybean032
Rating: NC17
Word Count: 1604
Disclaimer: Not mine. Wish they were. Please don't sue.
Author's Note: Firstly, this is my first time attempting to write Calzona, so please be gentle with me if my Arizona is off in any way. Secondly, I was a little liberal with the prompt because I figured there'd be about 8000 Christmassy fics about this couple and I didn't want it to seem…cliché. This is unbeta'd, so all mistakes are my own. I hope you enjoy…let me know what you think!
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Callie knocks on the dressing room door, casting a quick glance down the hall to make sure she hasn't been followed. She definitely has more than six items, and she definitely plans on sneaking into the dressing room now that she's got enough clothes to last a year. When the lock finally slides back and the door pulls open, Callie puts on her sweetest smile.
"What is that?!" Arizona shrieks, her eyes widening at the sight of the armful of clothing.
"Just a few more things to try on," Callie replies, easing her way past her girlfriend into the small cubicle. She begins hanging them up on the free hooks and, when she runs out, drapes the remainder over her arm and squishes next to Arizona's purse on the small bench.
"That is not a few things. That is the entire department store."
"It'll save me another trip," Callie explains. She looks at the blue and green blouse that Arizona is wearing and purses her lips.
"What's wrong with this one?" Arizona asks, standing in front of the mirror. "I kinda like it."
"Aria would hate it."
Arizona frowns and begins to untie it. "Maybe a gift card would be a better idea." She pulls the shirt over her head and readjusts her black tank top. "That way she can get exactly what she wants." She reaches for the hanger and, rather than turn the shirt right-side out, she extends both hands to Callie. "You can be my official hanger-upper."
Callie scrunches her nose, props the clothes on her arm over the top of the door, and hangs up the shirt. "We need a 'no' pile."
"Remember that rack of clothes by the mirrors? Those are all of your rejects."
"I meant for in here. We need more hooks."
"They have a limit for a reason."
Callie waves a dismissive hand. "Here-- try this one." She picks out a red sweater, pulls it from its hanger, and hands it to Arizona.
"A sweater? For Miami?"
Callie frowns. "She has central air. People get cold in Miami."
Arizona tugs it over her head, her blonde hair becoming mussed in the process. "I really think a gift card might be an awesome idea for her to--"
"Nuh uh," Callie says immediately. "No way. No gift cards in my house."
"What's wrong with a gift card? I love gift cards."
"They're impersonal and lazy." She swaps the red sweater for a teal top. "According to my family, anyway."
"I think they're sort of sweet, especially the ones with the cute pictures on them," Arizona says, modeling the new top. At Callie's grimace, she removes it and reaches for another. "But I suppose I understand that argument."
"Aria's big into gifts. She goes all out every year and if I don't come prepared with a heap of gifts of my own, I'll look like a slacker." Callie taps her finger against her lip. "I like that one. We'll put that in the 'yes' pile."
Arizona changes out of the shirt and hands it to Callie. "Oh -- what if you get her a top or two and then take her shopping when you're in Miami? Then you can go out, spend time together, and get her what she'll really want."
"Maybe. I don't know. For once I want to look like I've got my act together."
Arizona smiles and leans down to kiss Callie's forehead. "Lucky for you that your girlfriend is the same size as your sister."
"Lucky me indeed," Callie responds, pulling Arizona down until their lips touch. She can't control the shiver that courses down her spine. "Mmm."
Arizona grins, places another soft kiss on Callie's lips, and then stands up. "What's next?"
"Try this one," Callie replies, pulling a small floral top from the hook. "Take the tank top off though…this one's tight."
"You tryin' to get me naked, Calliope?" Arizona asks with a grin. She brings her hands to the hem of her top and pulls it over her head, revealing a red and white striped bra.
"Woah. Hello. What is that?" Callie's eyes take in the sight of the bra, her breath hitching in her throat.
"It's festive…don't you like it?"
"Well, yea…" Callie feels her face flush with heat. "I like it a lot."
"Good! Now give me that." Arizona snatches at the shirt and shimmies into it. "Okay…little bit tight." She readjusts the low V of the collar, accentuating her cleavage. "How's this? Does it scream 'Aria'?" She turns around, propping her hands on her hips while she shows it off.
Callie licks her lips and stands, bringing herself close to her girlfriend. "It certainly screams something." Her hands move to Arizona's waist and she pulls her in, kissing her hard.
Arizona is quick to pull away. "Um…we're in a department store right now…"
Callie looks around, feigning surprise. "So we are." She kisses Arizona's neck, swiping her tongue against the blonde's rapidly beating pulse. "Your point?"
"My, uh, point…" Arizona drifts off, digging her nails into Callie's shoulders while Callie sucks on her earlobe. "My point is that we should really not be doing this here…"
"Can't a girl say thank you for being her model?" Callie's hands cup Arizona's breasts, kneading them and swiping her fingers at the swell of her cleavage.
"Absolutely…in a bed…"
When Callie's hands dip between their bodies and undo the button of Arizona's jeans, the pediatrician sucks in a breath and begins to tremble. "No time like the present," Callie argues. She tugs at the zipper, its metallic rasp parting the denim and baring the red and white matching panties. "Jesus."
"Cal…"
"Shh…you're gonna get us in trouble…"
Arizona gasps softly. "It won't have been my fau--oooh."
When Callie slips her hand inside of her panties and discovers how Arizona's protests don't match her body's response, she wastes little time in sliding her fingers past damp curls and cupping her wet sex. "I guess you're really not into this, huh?"
Arizona whines and grinds her hips against Callie's hand. "I've been taking my clothes off for you all day…" She sucks Callie's bottom lip into her mouth, laving it with her tongue. "I've been turned on for hours."
"Me too," Callie agrees, tugging the jeans down Arizona's hips to give herself more access. She pushes Arizona back against the mirror, anchoring her there while she begins to move her fingers amongst slick folds.
"Don't you feel, um, oooh yes right there, sort of…wrong…doing this while we're, oooh!, shopping for your sister?" Arizona mumbles, biting her lip in an attempt to stifle her moans.
"Ew…don't bring her up right now." To emphasize her point, she brushes her fingers against Arizona's clit. Arizona arches her back and tilts her hips, moving her body in time with Callie's motions. "You're close already, aren't you?" Callie asks, her voice low and throaty against Arizona's ear.
The blonde nods, licking her lips and tilting her head back against the mirror. "Kiss me…please…"
Callie fulfills the request, slanting her mouth over her girlfriend's. Their tongues meet, their whimpers mingle, and Callie quickens the frantic pace of her fingers. She can't wrap her mind around the fact that Arizona is already so close or that they're really doing this in a dressing room with people all around them or that the sight of Arizona's candy cane bra flipped the switch on her libido so suddenly. Callie feels her own desire mounting, feels the wet patch in her panties grow, but her sole focus is pushing Arizona over the edge. Her own desire can wait.
When Arizona comes, the clipped moans and sighs are enough to make Callie's knees buckle. She holds herself upright and strokes Arizona's clit while she convulses and grabs at her shoulders.
As she comes down from her climax, Arizona laughs. "You…are incorrigible, Calliope."
"As if you mind."
"Mmm…I suppose I can't complain."
Callie pulls her hand out of Arizona's panties, careful not to touch her damp fingers to the fabric. She holds the hand behind her back and kisses Arizona once more. "Certainly makes last minute Christmas shopping a little more bearable."
Arizona smiles and Callie can't help but lean forward and kiss her dimpled cheek. "Tissues are in my purse. And I hope you don't think that I'm going to reciprocate just because you couldn't keep your hands to yourself."
Callie forces a pout. "Way to ruin the day for me."
Removing the tight blouse, Arizona laughs. "Hey…I'm the human mannequin today. I should be rewarded for my patience."
"At least it's cheaper than the lunch I was planning to buy you."
Arizona smiles. "Just as well that I'm not hungry, huh?"
Callie unzips Arizona's purse, pulls out a tissue, and wipes the wetness from her fingers. "I'm horny and hungry."
"Kinda makes you wish you had gotten a gift card, huh?" Arizona holds out the blouse and the hanger. "I take it this is a no since it's all…defiled?"
"No way!" Callie exclaims, forcing the plastic frame within the fabric and placing it on the 'yes' hook. "This shirt is totally payback for catching Aria and her boyfriend having sex in my bed when I was 16."
"You're terrible," Arizona says with a laugh.
"You love me anyway."
"Yea, yea. Now…give me the next item of clothing so we can get take out and go to bed."
"I like the way you think," Callie says with a smirk. She thinks she may even finish her Christmas shopping early for the first time and end up with an early gift of her own.
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