The Song Remains the Same

Chapter 13

The bed bounced as they fell in, the sheets crisp and clean beneath them while they playfully scuffled. Callie remembered the mussed sheets on Arizona's bed the last time she'd been in this room. If she hadn't planned on this she'd at least been hoping for it to happen tonight. Callie couldn't say she hadn't changed into her good underwear after Arizona's call this morning, hoping it would be appreciated tonight. She laughed as she pinned Arizona with her hands, thighs on either side of her girlfriend's hips.

“Don't think you've got me, Callie,” Arizona advised her, perfectly willing to let Callie Torres hold her down on her own bed. For now. Callie might be stronger than her but she could flip them any time she wanted. Hands pinned, she craned her head up to keep kissing her. Callie moaned from deep in her chest as Arizona sucked on her tongue, leaning forward to keep the contact between them. Arizona pushed a leg up between Callie's, her arms slipping free when Callie bucked against her. She looped both arms around her lover's shoulders, holding her body close.

Fingers tightened against the back of Callie's shirt, Arizona dragging the fabric up just slightly. Callie laughed against her mouth. “Is there something you're waiting on?” They both knew what they were doing here, both wanted it, or they wouldn't be in this bed right now. Arizona was still being considerate, giving her every opportunity to pull them back. Callie was simply done pulling back from what she wanted. She wanted this, with Arizona. “I figured I'd be the rusty one.”

It was a gentle joke, teasing to break any tension before it could build and stop this before it really started, Arizona capably flipping them and making Callie laugh. The blonde's body pressed her into the mattress, her hips falling between Callie's legs. “I think you'll remember what to do,” she promised breathily. “Whatever feels good.”

“You feel good,” Callie gasped, eyes falling closed as Arizona's hand grazed under the hem of her shirt, palm dragging against her side.

“You do too,” echoed Arizona, ducking to kiss the top of Callie's chest while her fingers walked up warm flesh. Callie jumped when her hand found the lace of her bra, hips rocking up hard into Arizona's. The next kiss found her lips as Arizona pushed her hips down into the contact. Balancing her weight on her knees, Arizona used both hands to tug Callie's shirt up. Callie moved to help with removing it but it still got caught in her hair, making Arizona grumble and practically pout. She was smooth in bed, not clumsy or faltering. “I knew I should have taken that off earlier.”

Callie laughed, sitting up entirely to leave Arizona in her lap and kissing her hard. Of course, if her fumbling made Callie more comfortable, leveled their playing field, then she was relieved. Arizona promptly peeled her shirt over her head and threw it blindly behind her. “Like when?”

Arizona's eyes fell to drink in the red lace bra covering her girlfriend's chest. “Like when you got here.”

Smirking, Callie held them off the mattress with one hand when Arizona’s next kiss threatened to knock them back to the duvet. Her fingers pulled lightly on the base of Arizona's top. Taking the hint, Arizona whipped her shirt over her head and sent it flying in the same direction as Callie's shirt. Callie let them fall back, still kissing passionately. Flesh pressed against flesh and Arizona simply couldn't keep her hands off, sliding her palms across as much silky skin as she could touch.

Callie had incredibly soft skin, curves that made her mouth water. Arizona’s hands found her breasts, making them both moan. Unable to reach the closure of her bra Arizona just pushed it up to free more of Callie's flesh to her eyes. Her mouth was definitely watering now, lips closing around a tight nipple a heartbeat later. Her hand attended to the other side, Callie's back arching into the contact.

Arizona wasn't rusty at all, skilled with both her hands and her mouth. Callie's thighs squeezed either side of her lover's hips, pulling Arizona closer. She wanted to return the affection but her body kind of felt like it was in overdrive, hyper aware of every sensation after so long without anything but her own hand, and that only infrequently. Arizona could probably make her come without even getting her pants off.