Late Night Talking

Chapter Three: The Joint

The next morning I wake up in Callie's arms. The sun peeks through the gap in the curtains, shining softly on my face. This is the most comfortable I have ever been. I've never had a better night's sleep. My body feels so rested and calm. I could stay here forever. I don't want this moment to end. Callie stirs and I hold my breath, not wanting her to wake up. Still asleep, she pulls me closer into her body, trying to weld us together. My ass fits so perfectly in her hips. Her arm is wrapped around my chest, her hand is resting on my breast. I lay there as quiet and still as I can be. My mind wanders in the silence and I think about the events of last night. Did she want to kiss me too? I sigh and close my eyes. 

When I open my eyes again Callie isn't in bed. The water is running in the bathroom so I assume she's in there. I remove myself from my warm bed and shuffle along to the bathroom. Callie is standing in front of the mirror with her headphones on, dancing and brushing her teeth. I let myself stare at her for a moment before she notices me lurking in the doorway like some creepy old guy.

"Hey Call, how'd you sleep?" I ask

"Really well," she mumbles through her toothbrush and spits, "probably the best night's sleep I've had in a while, " she says.

"Good, I'm glad. I slept really well too" I join her at the sink and brush my teeth too. I've always had to brush my teeth first thing in the morning; I can't stand morning breath.

* * *

We finish our business upstairs and go to the kitchen to make some breakfast. I ask Callie what she wants to do today and she smiles and says she just wants to hang out with me, and maybe have a Twilight movie marathon.

After breakfast we get settled on the couch, my head in her lap. She's turning on the TV and starting the first Twilight movie. I know a lot of people hate the movies because they're cringy. But if I'm being completely honest, I have a soft spot for the series. Something about them is comforting... maybe it's because I've seen them so many times I know what's going to happen. I wonder if the reason I rewatch the same shows and movies over and over again is because I never had any stability in my early childhood. The movie starts, interrupting my train of thought. Callie's hands are in my hair, fiddling with my long locks. "This is the skin of a killer, Bella" Edward says from the TV. I start laughing given that this is one of my favorite scenes from the series. Callie always says I have a contagious laugh and I guess that must be true because she too joins me in a fit of laughter and giggles.

Around noon we turn off the TV and make ourselves some lunch.

"Alex is throwing a party tonight and I was planning on going. Will you come with me?" I ask her. "It's gonna be really fun, there's gonna be a lot of people. And besides, Karev always throws the best parties," I add.

"Yeah of course! That sounds like a lot of fun. Would you mind if I slept here again tonight too? My parents would lose their minds if I came home drunk. They won't have a problem with me staying another night at yours, they love you." Callie replies.

"Yay! That won't be a problem. I'll ask April if she can come too. She should be the DD though because, one, she never drinks, and two, I want to get wasted."

* * *

We're sitting on my bed, scrolling on our phones waiting for April to come. She said she would be here in 30 minutes because of traffic.

"You wanna share a joint before April comes?" Callie rips me out of my thoughts.

"Yeah, sure. I'll go get one"

I roll off my bed and grab a joint from my secret stash behind my bookshelf. I get the lighter and motion for Callie to come closer. She does as told, placing it between her lips and leaning toward the flame. There's a heat radiating off Callie's body and it prickles on my skin and feels intoxicating. Callie looks up and locks eyes with me. The closeness causes a feeling in my stomach but I try to ignore it. Callie leans back, inhaling and exhaling. The way she hollows her cheeks and closes her eyes a tad while she inhales is mesmerizing, and then she removes it from her cute lips and leans back on her hands, exhaling the smoke into the air with grace. A small smile plays around Callie's lips telling me she knows exactly what she's doing and that I'm watching her.

I can be a tease too. I'm well aware that I'm attractive, and I know how to use my looks to my advantage. I know how to flirt, how to seduce. And I know what to do to throw Callie out of line, she's had the upper hand for too long. She's had her fun, making me dizzy and then smirking when I stutter. She's had her fun, but now it's my turn.

When Callie raises her arm to hand the joint back to me, I lean in without reaching out to take it and wrap my lips around it, looking up at her. She seems outwardly unfazed, but I notice a hitch in her breath by the action. I take a long drag, dramatically hollowing my cheeks, my lips almost touching Callie's fingertips and then release the joint, straightening up to blow into her face.

"Asshole" Callie mumbles and takes another quick drag, this one far from as teasing as the one before. I don't know if the insult is because I blew the smoke into her face or because of what I did before that, Either way, I'm taking it as a win.

But I'm not done just yet. I take the rolled blunt again and take a drag, keeping the smoke in for as long as I can, then quickly leaning forward and reaching out my hand to grab Callie's chin holding her face in place and lean up close, lips ghosting dangerously close to hers as I exhale the smoke into Callie's open mouth.

Her eyes slip close and I look down at her lips for a while, how the white smoke dances around us, entrancing and beautiful. My breathing is out of control now, and my eyes almost close as well, my head almost dips forward that last inch to close the gap and connect our lips, but I catch myself at the last second. Lingering there a tad longer with Callie not moving, only waiting, I eventually drop my hand from her chin and sit back. Callie's eyes slowly open as she notices the absence of my warmth and she exhales a long breath that still holds a bit of the smoke that I just shotgunned into her mouth.

Fuck, we just shotgunned.

I smile slowly and look down at my lap as Callie clears her throat awkwardly. I wait just a few seconds until she catches herself, and then there it is, the inevitable payback I've been waiting for.

Callie leans forward, placing one hand on my upper thigh, her breath hitting my ear, "honestly, you could've just said please, babe" she whispers and I repress a shiver, not answering.

We finish the joint without any more extreme flirting after that. We sit in silence, letting the effects of the weed kick in when April texts me saying she's outside.