Lynx: A Callie Torres Story

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Callie, Jada, and Jada's friends went out for drinks that night. It was something the newly engaged couple needed after what had gone down today. After the whole ordeal, Jada started to see where Callie was coming from. Not that she agreed with it, but she thought fondly of the idea behind it. Callie was just trying to make sure she was taken care of financially since her job and her superpowers sometimes came in the way of being the fiancée she wanted to be.

Jada was grateful that Lexi had decided to stay sober to be the designated driver. This was the first time since the five of them started going out some nights, that it wasn't Callie being the responsible one and refusing to drink a lot.

She could already see Callie making an effort to include her in the financials. When they were deciding who was going to open up the tab, Callie stepped aside and let Jada handle it. She did offer to pitch in but when Jada politely declined, Callie left it at that and didn't push her.

Jada did allow the beautiful Callie Torres to work her charm. Although Callie would protest, Jada knew there was no doubt that Callie was the prettier one in the relationship. She was so hot. Jada loved giving her favorite look to men who were clearly eying up her fiancée only for Jada to plant a sexy kiss on her lips. Callie could charm the bartenders, men or women, up so hard they often got a lot of free drinks. Callie worked her magic again and came back with the biggest and most expensive drink, the fishbowl.

"Here you go baby," Callie whispered into Jada's ear.

"Thank you mi amor," Jada replied back, grabbing a straw and stirring the drink.

The drink was in a literal fishbowl. It was huge, it contained so many different alcohols, and it had nerds on the bottom which were Jada's favorite.

"Baby, have I told you how hot you are today?" Jada asked, giving some guy the side eye.

"I don't think so," Callie answered.

Jada sat up to kiss her. "You and this leather jacket are dangerous."

They both laughed. "And why's that?" Callie questioned, giving Jada one of her infamous raised eyebrows.

"Because you in this leather jacket makes me want to drag your ass outta here right now and take you to bed."

Callie sipped more of the fishbowl. "You're more than welcome to do that anytime. Except we didn't drive. And I'd love for you to go tell Lexi you want to leave because you're so horny."

"I can do that right now!" Jada exclaimed and Callie caught her from sliding off the barstool. "I want to fuck my fiancée so bad," she said rather loudly.

"Babe!" Callie hissed with a smile as she covered Jada's mouth with her hand. "I think you're done with the fishbowl."

"Hey you should be proud of me," Jada rambled, drinking more of the fishbowl. "I'm this far gone and I remembered that you're my fiancée."

Callie clapped for her. "Good job!"

"Hey Cals, you wanna go use your sexiness to get us another one?"

"I suppose," she teased.

Jada was drunk. But she was able to follow Callie walking up to the counter and striking up a conversation with the bartender. Pretty soon he was making her another fishbowl. Jada decided to stumble over there after she noticed a dude looking her fiancée's ass over more than she liked.

Jada squished herself between Callie and the guy. "Sorry buddy," she teased. "That ass is all mine."

She started laughing at the guy when Callie grabbed her hand and let her back to their spot. "This is it for you," she instructed, setting the fishbowl down.

"Thank you sexy woman," Jada slurred out.

"You're welcome Jada."

They attempted to talk for a while before Callie could tell Jada would be out soon if she didn't get her some food. She soon had her fiancée eating a pretzel and slowly coming back to her.

Callie stood behind her with her back pressed against the table to get closer as the DJ cranked up the music so loud she could barely hear herself think. Jada was having a blast turning down all the guys coming up to them asking them to dance.

"Hey would you like to dance with me," some random dude said to Callie.

Jada leaned back against her fiancée's chest. "Sorry bro, she's taken. By me."

Another guy came up to them. "You want to dance?"

Jada shook her head and looked up at Callie. "She's taken."

"I was talking to you."

Jada looked back and forth between her lover and this random dude. "I'll consider, but only after you have a little talk about it with my wife."

The guy's face turned red and he quickly stumbled away. "Wife?" Callie asked.

Jada nodded. "Yeah, you're my wife tonight."

She then added. "Would you like to dance with me?"

Callie took her hand. "Yes."

The two of them made their way onto the dance floor and met up with their friends. Lexi was supervising from the side, while Becca and Rachel were dancing with a girl and a guy they both picked up tonight.

The dance floor was very crowded. And Jada used that as an excuse to grind up against Callie as they danced. Callie didn't say a word and looked amused by it so Jada just kept it up.  They danced for a few minutes before another group of men came to them asking for Jada to move aside so they could dance with Callie.

"I would calm it down a little bit boys. She's my wife. And she'll put you all on your asses before you can even try to take her somewhere."

Once Jada was tired of dancing and getting hit on by guys, she gathered everyone outside and to the car where they were then dropped off at home.

"Callie Torres you are so hot."

"I think that's all you," Callie countered as she unlocked the door and closed the garage.

"No," Jada protested. "Everyone was looking at you. And I would be too if I wasn't already with you."

Callie slapped her ass. "It's a turn on watching you defend your territory."

Jada poked a finger in Callie's chest. Callie then added, "it's hot when you get jealous."

Jada started laughing. "I didn't see you getting too jealous."

Callie smirked. "Because you didn't see me shooting daggers at anyone who even tried to look at you."

"I wish I would've seen that," Jada admitted. "I never ever want to be on the receiving end of that."

"Well you don't have to worry about that because you never will."