Arizona liked silky lingerie.
She liked how it felt against her skin, and she liked how it made her feel. She liked the confidence it imbued -- not that she lacked any -- and she liked the way it looked, hugging each and every curve of her body like she was made for it and it for her.
But what she liked most of all was the way Callie looked at her when she wore it.
Callie looked at her with love every minute of every day; looked at her with longing, and affection, and with her feelings painted so clearly across her face. But the way Callie was looking at her right now was a different look entirely. It was a look of love, yes -- always love -- but it was also a look of pure and unadulterated desire. A look that said I need you, said I want you. A look that said You're breathtaking and You're miraculous.
A look that said You're mine.
It was a raw, uninhibited look that flashed through Callie's eyes -- their beautiful hue impossibly dark and like a window into every feeling in her soul. Her desire was instinctual, unavoidable, and as she let her gaze fall from the gently curling waves of blonde hair down over pale skin and black silk, both women knew that it would only take a moment before the space was closed between them, before the fire consumed them in the most delicious of ways.
And it was only a moment. Barely a second. Long enough for a lick of the lips as Callie approached, her hands reaching out to slip over strong shoulders and up into soft hair, her lips descending onto the warm skin in front of her -- tracing the line of a neck and the curve of a jaw, tracing a landscape she knew by heart. She trailed kisses along a delicate throat, tracing the pattern of freckles across her wife's collarbone with the softest swipe of her tongue, and her hands found their way down over curves of silk, her fingers tugging at the fabric possessively -- tugging at Arizona possessively, because Callie knew she was hers.Â
"You're so beautiful."
The words were whispered against Arizona's skin, against the warm, soft hollow of her neck, and Arizona could only smile, her eyes fluttering closed as a shiver ran down her spine at the other woman's touch. It never mattered how often they did this, or how long they'd been together -- the feel of Callie's hands, of Callie's lips, the feel of warm breath and heated kisses never ceased to amaze her. Callie never ceased to amaze her. The love and the uncontrollable desire between them never ceased to amaze her, and like every day of the last decade of her life, Arizona thanked whatever forces had brought them together -- whatever forces would keep them together, exactly as they were now.
"Kiss me."
Fingers gripping black silk and sliding around to the bare skin of the smaller woman's back, Callie kissed her -- heated and passionate and fuelled by something she couldn't even put a word to. The only thought in her mind was how incredible Arizona looked, and the only thing she wanted to do was lay claim to what lay beneath the alluring fabric in her hands. Callie loved silky lingerie. But what she loved most of all was what was underneath it.
The softest sigh left Arizona's lips and Callie kissed them again, just once more, before her fingers slipped under a thin strap and began to draw it down. She moved slowly, deliberate despite the burning desire in her body, and as her fingers trailed down Arizona's arm -- as she revealed more of the beautiful skin she yearned to touch -- her lips traced yet again along the line of her jaw, this time a warm breath fluttering against the curve of Arizona's ear and a low voice murmuring the words that Arizona longed to hear.
Words that she would always long to hear, and that would always freely be given. That would be felt, even when they weren't spoken. That would be known with every kiss and every touch and every single glance.
Words that would be true. Words that would flow as softly and perfectly as the finest silk between them.
Words she could memorise a million times over, and still it would never be enough. With Callie, she could never get enough.
I love you.
.
