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When Arizona walks in after her shift, Callie’s sitting on the couch with a book and looking far too attractive for it. Arizona has a grocery bag in her hand, so she heads straight to the kitchen, greeting, “hey.”
Callie glances up, legs tucked beneath her and hair flowing around her shoulders. She smiles. “Hey. Good shift?”
“Yeah, not too bad.” Arizona’s already putting the groceries away when she asks, “Sof’s asleep?”
“Went down ten minutes ago,” Callie says, thumbing a page forward in her book. “She wanted me to sing to her, so we went through three songs from Frozen before she drifted off.”
“Bless her,” Arizona murmurs, smiling. She places the carton of milk into the fridge and closes the door, then crosses the room and stands behind the couch as her hands find Callie’s shoulders and start to massage them.
Callie hums a soft and pleased sound from the back of her throat and tilts her head back to meet her wife’s eye, mouth lifted.
Arizona leans down and kisses her. Soft and careful, a reconnection after time apart. Callie tastes like mint, like the gum she chews when she tidies up the kitchen, and Arizona loves it. Then, as her hands tighten on Callie’s shoulders and her thumbs dig in to relieve the tension, her mouth wanders down Callie’s jaw and along the column of her throat. Callie’s head falls back to let her, book forgotten.
“Arizona,” Callie says softly, and her voice is just the slightest bit grainy. She knows that Arizona knows how sensitive her neck is, what it does to her, and the evidence is already straining at her grey sweats. They haven’t had time together – proper time together – in far too long, and it’s only too apparent.
“Calliope,” Arizona whispers, breath stirring the fine hairs at the base of Callie’s head as she kisses across the back of her neck.
“You know I’m- God, sensitive there,” Callie manages, eyes rolling back when Arizona’s teeth gently graze across her skin.
“I do,” Arizona breathes, licking up behind Callie’s ear and then blowing softly over the glistening streak just to see Callie shudder. She kisses her neck again, then lets her hands wander forward to ghost over Callie’s collarbones as she says, “there’s an intern at work who fancies you.”
Callie lifts an eyebrow, then moans quietly when Arizona nips at her ear. “Oh?” she manages.
“Yeah,” Arizona confirms. “Skinny kid. Tattoos. I heard him talking with his little intern buddies about how smoking hot Dr Torres is.”
Callie gasps when Arizona continues leaving wet, open mouthed kisses over her neck, her erection straining almost painfully against her pants. She doesn’t dare drop a hand to it, lest she loses control with the first touch. She’s close as it is.
“He was saying that he bets you’re good in bed,” Arizona continues, possession creeping into it even as her nails rake gently over the skin of Callie’s sternum. “That you’d be so pretty taking him. But… he doesn’t know what I know. He doesn’t get to see what I see.”
“Arizona,” Callie says, and it’s slightly strangled.
“So, I had to come home and see you properly,” Arizona whispers, brows low and voice dripping with love and possessiveness. “Come home and see you in our apartment, with the daughter you gave me, and be just the slightest bit smug.”
Callie inhales sharply, her hands in fists that she presses hard against her thighs. “‘The slightest bit?’”
“Very,” Arizona corrects, mouth curving up against Callie’s skin. Her hands rake up and down Callie’s sides over her tee, and she can see Callie’s arousal in the bulge at her crotch, hear it in the way Callie’s breathing is shaking. She fucking loves it.
Callie’s neck had always been her most sensitive area, along with her breasts and the obvious, and Arizona's taking advantage of it to the highest degree. She wants to see Callie unravel. Which is why she runs her thumbs over Callie’s nipples and sucks at the base of her throat, blonde hair falling around her face and tickling Callie’s skin.
Writhing just slightly, Callie leans back into Arizona’s hands and mouth and says tightly, “I’m yours, Arizona, you – God – you know that.” Her breath hitches, arousal racing around her body like it was attached to every cell in her blood.
“I know,” Arizona whispers, pride in it. “I just want a reminder.”
She bites again and soothes the mark with her tongue, and the sound Callie makes would have been pathetic if she had more brain to think about it. It’s small from the back of her throat, slightly choked, and she’s squirming on the couch, now. Still, she doesn’t stand up. Doesn’t back away. She melts into her wife’s hold, wanting nothing more.
Her pants are so tight, pulled increasingly taut from the evidence of her arousal, and the slight squirming has her pants dragging over the head of her cock in a way that makes her completely insane. There’s a buzzing in her ears, blonde hair in her peripheral, soft lips attacking her neck and thumbs circling her nipples, and Callie’s body is starting to lock up as she chokes out another moan. “Fuck- Arizona—”
“Gonna show me how sensitive your neck is?” Arizona whispers, still kissing and nipping and sucking. “Gonna come in your pants for me, sweetheart?”
And Callie does.
Her body locks up completely and her cock erupts without even a single touch, darkening her sweats and making her hips buck into nothing as she rides out every pulse of release, Arizona’s mouth still on her neck and hands on her chest. The pleasure douses her like hot water and feels never ending.
Callie falls limp a moment later, breathing hard and with an uncomfortable wet patch in her pants. Her head falls back and her eyes are closed when she murmurs raggedly, “you’re a fiend.”
“You’re hot,” Arizona says, smiling so hard her face aches. Her own body is raging with arousal and she’s soaking wet between her legs. There’s nothing quite as hot as watching Callie unravel, and she kisses Callie’s temple before she whispers, “and you’re mine.”
Callie huffs out a quick laugh. “That’s established information.”
“You’re still mine.”
“I hate you,” Callie mutters, though she’s smiling like some type of fool.
Arizona hums a soft and pleased sound. “And, Calliope, we have some more time before Little Miss wakes up.”
Callie opens one eye. “Oh?”
Arizona inclines her head towards the bedroom.
“Yes, ma’am,” Callie says, smiling darkly when she stands up and takes Arizona’s hand, leading the way. She needs to get out of her wet pants, and she needs to make Arizona fall apart in return. Though, she might not be immediate with it.
Two can play at this game, she thinks with a smirk.