Title: Somebody for Me - Epilogue
Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy
Summary: A demanded continuation of “Somebody for Me.” Callie and Erica make up and make-up sex, as we all know, is the best sex ever!!!
A/N: Back by popular demand, this picks up where “Somebody for Me” left off. If you haven’t read it, you probably should. For those who don’t know me from other fandoms, I’m known for my smut. I now grace Callica with my dirty mind. This is what happens when a crying baby wakes me up at 3AM allowing my mind to wander and cook this naughtiness up.
Warning: Lots and lots of sex! Oh, yeah, and it’s not beta’d. Sorry!
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Erica smirked at her contrite lover, enjoying the soft touch of Callie’s lips against hers. She pulled back a little to look into Callie’s dazed brown eyes.
“Follow me anywhere, huh?”
Callie nodded, hating the emptiness left behind as Erica stepped back further. Erica’s smirk turned into a full-blown grin as she crooked her index finger at Callie, urging her forward.
“Then why are you still standing there, baby?”
The familiar stirrings Erica’s voice always caused in Callie rolled through the brunette’s body. With a smirk of her own, she quickly stripped herself of her coat and flung it to the nearest chair, admiring Erica’s retreating form heading up the staircase. Just watching her walk did something to Callie. Whoever would have guessed the Cardio Goddess could actually saunter.
“Damn woman!” Erica looked over her shoulder at Callie’s openly admiring face and laughed before taking off into a run. Callie took off after her right on her heels into the bedroom where she tackled the blonde to the bed.
“You have way too many clothes on!” Callie deduced as she worked at the knot holding Erica’s robe closed.
“You’re one to talk,” Erica reached between them to undo Callie’s jeans.
Erica flipped Callie over and in a flash had her nightshirt off and Callie’s jeans on the floor in one smooth motion. Erica climbed onto the bed and straddled Callie’s waist, already able to feel the signs of wetness through her panties.
She ran her hands under Callie’s shirt, tugging roughly at the nipples already hard in anticipation.
“God!” Callie arched into Erica’s touch, enjoying the delicious fire that raced through her body at Erica’s touch.
Erica leaned over, taking Callie’s bottom lip between her teeth, “It’s Goddess. Get it right.”
“Are you going to get me naked or talk?” Erica snickered as she nuzzled into the hollow of Callie’s throat.
“My hands are very talented. I can multitask.” To prove her point, Erica put her mouth to work on the soft, sensitive spot under Callie’s ear, while one hand undid buttons with ease.
Callie tugged on Erica’s head, bringing her in for a long kiss, “I bet you can!”
For what seemed like endless minutes, they lost themselves in the kiss, feeling the sensations in every part of their bodies. The ache of need built in both of them making them pull apart. Erica had something far more important to do with her mouth. The mere thought making her mouth water. She wanted to do more than kiss her or taste her, she wanted to devour and consume her.
She pushed Callie’s panties down as she worked her way down the tanned body, reveling in the feel of anxious fingers in her hair, tugging her lower. Above her, Callie’s breathing increased, coming in soft moans and gasps, depending on the spot Erica touched.
Erica moved her mouth to the inside part of Callie’s thigh, causing her to take in a sharp intake of breath. She sucked gently making Callie’s hips buck and her legs fall open further.
While she’s never told Callie, it was this exact moment the first time they made love that Erica saw the leaves. This was when she knew and all her doubt floated away on the wind. Seeing Callie stretched out, waiting for her, did her in. She couldn’t deny the absolute perfection of the moment – a beautiful woman needing and wanting her touch. She closed her eyes and ran a finger along Callie’s center, remembering it all with perfect clarity. Erica recreated the moment again, leaning in to taste the place her finger had just left.
Erica felt the need all over again. Like that night, there was no hesitation now, no fear or doubt about what was right or wrong or whether she was good enough. Again, she closed her eyes and let her instincts take over, placing her hands under Callie to lift her slightly for better access, her tongue burrowing deep.
Her felt the death grip of Callie’s hand pulling her in impossibly deeper. Erica groaned with the need to have all of Callie, to take all of her in. She didn’t think she could ever get close enough. Tears came to her eyes as she struggled with the overwhelming feelings.
She looked up to see the glimmer of a matching tear at the corner of Callie’s tightly closed eyes and a hand digging frantically at the bed spread. She reached up and took Callie’s hand in her own, stilling her movement.
Erica brought a hand around to replace her tongue. The three fingers Erica inserted making Callie arch off the bed.
“Oh fuck! Oh Erica!” Erica licked just outside of the sensitive bud. “Oh fuck, baby, stop teasing me.”
Erica acquiesced by building steady, pumping rhythm. For a moment, she took in the view, marveling at her fingers disappearing inside of Callie, the feel of muscles clenching at her, and the beautiful woman panting her name above her. It was another moment of revelation. She enjoyed this far too much to be anything but absolutely and completely gay.
“Look at me, Callie.” When the dazed brown eyes locked with hers, she pushed Callie over the edge, her voice hoarse with emotion. “Watch me.”
Callie’s focus dulled as the blonde head dipped back down. Her eyes rolled back into her head, a strangled scream ripped from her as her body went rigid. Erica rode her out, the wetness coating her hand. She left her fingers inside Callie until the last throb subsided.
Gently, she removed her fingers and moved up to lay beside Callie who was still panting, her eyes closed but relaxed. She lifted her hand, looking at Callie all over her. She briefly wondered who just claimed whom. There was little doubt in her mind as she couldn’t resist a final taste of the woman she loved.
“Erica?” Callie’s expression was strange, an odd mix of bewilderment and fascination. Erica watched as Callie’s eyes darkened and she leaned over to run her own tongue along Erica’s fingers, tasting herself for the first time.
Both women stopped and looked at each other for a moment. Eventually, Callie rolled on top of Erica and took one finger fully in her mouth, sucking it clean. The sight made Erica’s breath hitch, amazed at the way Callie oozed sensuality. The woman could make flipping a pancake sexy.
Callie slid her body down between Erica’s legs, bracing herself above the blonde, looking at her with a renewed hunger. While bracing on one hand, she slid the other between their bodies and under Erica’s panties.
As if they had been practiced lovers for years, Callie teased Erica’s clit with a finger, pressing her thigh in to add to the sensation. In a matter of seconds, Erica lost her breath and she gripped desperately at Callie’s arms, trying to ground herself as an unexpected orgasm tore through her.
Erica threw her head back, panting out between gasps, “Oh Jesus! Oh fuck!!!”
Callie didn’t stop. She quickly moved her fingers down and entered her, causing Erica to dig her nails in Callie’s arms and to instinctively wrap her legs around Callie’s waist.
Callie smirked as she leaned over her lover, “Since when does a goddess pray to another deity?”
Erica groaned, feeling completely and utterly fucked as Callie used the leverage of her body and the press of her thighs against her hand to push deeper into her. Another orgasm came at her fast and hard again, and again, before she could come down, Callie leaned back, still pumping into her, grabbed Erica’s hand and placed it above her own.
“Don’t stop. Make yourself cum,” No matter how much her body protested, she couldn’t deny Callie anything. Erica reached for the pillow behind her head, burying her face in it as she screamed out her third orgasm.
Callie gently removed herself and lay down beside Erica, watching her as she came down and her breathing slowed. Eventually, Erica started chuckling uncontrollably.
Callie furrowed her brows. She didn’t usually get laughed at after sex, “What?!”
“Nothing! Seriously, just…,” Erica smirked, “If fighting with you leads to sex like that, remind me to fight with you more often.”
Callie glared at her before attacking her with a case of the tickles, “You shit!”