This chapter was requested, you sick people. ;)
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DIRTY SCENE
She closed the door behind her and locked it before turning around. Arizona was standing with her back to Callie. She took a deep breath and pulled her shirt off. Her breath hitched when she felt Callie's lips on her skin, soft lips tracing and claiming every scar. She felt her bra go slack and pulled it off as Callie continued to worship her back. The tenderness in her touch was almost too much; tears welled up in Zona's eyes. She turned and pulled Callie's face to hers. "I love you so much."
"I love you too," Callie responded, kissing Arizona as her hands skimmed the skin of her sides. "I want to touch you, so you feel the difference. I want to prove to you I'm not like them. Force you to realize it's okay to trust me."
Arizona nodded. Callie did not look away from her bright eyes as her hands came up and gently covered Zona's breasts. Zona took another deep breath. That's all my life consists of now, deep breathing. She let it out shakily. Callie's hands began kneading and palming her flesh softly. Arizona let her eyes drift shut. This was Callie. This was her lover. This was light. This was no fear.
"Calliope," Arizona whispered, leaning in to kiss her girlfriend's ear. "Love me."
"Take my clothes off," Callie whispered back. "It's okay, you can touch me too." Arizona's hands were on Callie's back, pulling at her bra. Callie dropped her hands to Arizona's waist and she slid her pants and underwear down her legs, then kissed her way back up. She guided Arizona back onto the bed and let Zona pull her jeans off. "Now, let me love you."
She let her Arizona take a steadying breath, giving her love the moments that she needed to collect herself, and then straddled her.
Arizona's eyes were full of a strange mix of fear and trust. She leaned down and kissed her neck. "Don't be afraid, baby. I won't let anything happen to you." She placed soft kisses over Arizona's neck and shoulders, her teeth grazing lightly where she knew the Blonde was sensitive. She kissed the scar at Arizona's collarbone, and then ran a line of ghost kisses along the length of the bone. Arizona shivered. Callie made sure that she looked up and checked to see how Arizona was handling it after every few kisses. The fear was slowly fading from her eyes. Callie's still hands began to move, lightly running over Arizona's stomach and chest. She looked up and told her Zona that she was going to touch her again. Waiting for her nod, Callie hands molded over Arizona's breasts. A small moan of pleasure escaped Zona's mouth and she closed her eyes. Callie kneaded her hands over the warm flesh. Arizona arched into her hands. She kissed a path between Arizona's breasts, then over each one. She let her tongue smooth over Zona's nipples, hard with arousal. Arizona gasped.
"Don't stop, Calliope," she said. "Please don't stop." Arizona's hands were in her hair, encouraging her. She sucked one of Arizona's nipples into her mouth, using all of her technique to give her all of the pleasure she could. The Blonde's hips rolled beneath her. She gasped at the friction and moved to her other breast. When her hips rolled again, she ground hers back against Arizona. Another moan filled the air. "Calliope. please."
The Latina kissed a trail down to Arizona's hips. Her fingers had been tracing lazy patterns on the outer edges and now her lips and tongue did their own dance. She stopped and softly kissed her initials where they were branded into the pale skin. As she did, her hand cupped Arizona's sex and she looked up. "Okay?"
Zona's eyes had opened, but she nodded. Callie applied pressure as she slid her hand between Arizona's thighs. Callie made eye contact and her gaze didn't leave Arizona's blue pure eyes as a finger slid between her slick folds. Arizona smiled. "I love you, Calliope." Callie's finger stroked Zona's clit. Arizona's breath was gone and pleasure shot through her. "Calliope. please." She stroked Arizona's clit again, finding an easy rhythm. Dark eyes were devouring her own and she got lost in them. This was her Calliope.
Callie slid her fingers into Arizona with a gentle thrust. "Oh god," Zona closed her eyes and let her head fall back. "Love me, Calliope. Love me." The Latina lowered her mouth to Zona's spread thighs, pressing kisses to almost healed, barely there scars. Then her mouth fell onto Zona's mound, her tongue finding her clit with practiced ease. "Love me."
She pumped in and out as her tongue stroked her Arizona's clit slowly. Arizona's pulsing walls clenched around her fingers.
"Love me." As her pace picked up, so did Arizona's language. "Fuck yes, Calliope. Fuck. Love me harder."
Calliope felt her walls grip her fingers and she milked them for the last drop of pleasure as Arizona rode out the waves of her orgasm. Arizona's breathing was ragged and Calliope pressed a kiss to her cheek. "You okay?"
"I'm perfect," Arizona says, too weak to move her bottom half. She leans against the bed rest in a sitting up position and kisses her beautiful girlfriend.
