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Callie arched into Arizona’s left hand as it held her breast through her sleep-shirt, a ragged gasp escaping her throat as Arizona’s thumb expertly ran over her sensitive nipple. It instantly sent a bolt of pure heat between her legs and all over her body, like an exploding steel coil, and she wasn’t entirely responsible for the keening whine that spilled from her lips.

Laying beside her girlfriend, Arizona was watching Callie writhe under the barest of touches with a gentle smile. Her eyes were bright and kind as her hand moved, taking in the glorious image that was Calliope Torres under her hands again, and she couldn’t help but murmur, “pregnancy’s made you sensitive, huh?”

Managing a breathless half laugh, half moan, Callie replied, “yeah.” She inhaled deeply and fought the urge to buck into Arizona’s hands as a pang of arousal shot between her legs, making her throb around nothing and ache for Arizona’s talented touch against her most sensitive flesh. “It does, fuck, it does seem to have done that.”

“Hmm,” Arizona hummed, slipping her hand up Callie’s shirt and dancing her fingertips up her sides. She felt Callie’s muscles twitch under the feather light touches and leaned closer press a chaste kiss to Callie’s neck, darting her tongue out against her pulse point to watch the muscles contract. “You’re beautiful,” she whispered, kissing again, moving up Callie’s neck and jaw. “So beautiful, Calliope.”

“I’m massive,” Callie murmured back, her mouth twitching up at one side. Her voice was low and dusted with lust, even as she said breathlessly, “I’ve gone up three bra sizes, and I had to buy my first pair of maternity jeans last week.”

“You’re gorgeous,” Arizona said strongly, leaning back to meet Callie’s gaze with firm eyes. She made sure her words were laced with complete and utter belief, needing Callie to know just how perfect she still found her. “And, for what it’s worth, I’m certainly not complaining about your bra size.”

“You’re such a tits woman,” Callie huffed, humour in the sound. She wasn’t quiet for long when Arizona carefully took her bare breast in her hand and squeezed, tracing her thumb around her nipple and enlarged areola. A whine pulled from her throat as warmth pooled between her legs with alarming intensity, throbbing and pulsing and making her feel like she was on the edge of release already.

“I’m a curves woman,” Arizona breathed, licking a gentle line up the slope of Callie’s neck and taking the shell of her ear in her teeth before she let it go again. “And you have the most delicious curves, Calliope.”

It was true, Callie’s body had only glowed more and attracted Arizona’s eyes since she’d started showing, the round to her abdomen that Arizona hadn’t expected to find fucking dazzling. But, God, she did. She couldn’t look away.

“I am a curve.” Callie attempted to be serious, but couldn’t help it and laughed gently, “my whole body is a curve right now, Arizona.”

“And I love your whole body,” Arizona replied immediately, sitting up and using her other hand to pull Callie’s shirt off over her head. The moment Callie’s chest was revealed, Arizona couldn’t help but salivate. Her tongue ran over her lips as she took in tan skin and puffy nipples that begged for her tongue.

Callie scanned Arizona’s face, seeing only desire in cerulean depths. She knew Arizona liked her boobs, had always liked her boobs, but hadn’t expected her to be quite so obsessed with them while she was pregnant. As it was, Arizona was worshipping her body every time she could, and obviously thinking about it in others. When Callie was in scrubs that pulled a little tauter over her chest, Arizona practically drooled and they had to make an attempt not to work on cases together because they kept getting distracted.

Quite frankly, they were both impossibly horny all the time.

It was early in the morning, before either of their shifts started and even before breakfast, and Arizona’s just couldn’t keep her hands to herself. She’d woken up first and her wandering hands had woken Callie up too, but it wasn’t that Callie minded – those hormones had really gotten to her and if she didn’t get at least one orgasm before work everyone would suffer and she’d blame the pregnancy completely.

“Fuck, you’re pretty,” Arizona mumbled, and Callie wasn’t sure if Arizona knew she’d even spoken. Her eyes were glassy with want and her hand had stilled as she simply sat and admired Callie’s body. Every defined muscle and vein, the bumps of her ribs and the gooseflesh covering perfect skin, all of it summoned Arizona’s gaze and held it. She just loved Callie, loved making Callie feel good.

Callie watched Arizona watch her for a moment and exhaled deeply as her hand moved to Arizona’s knee. She squeezed gently and Arizona’s eyes flicked up to her face, where their eyes met and Callie silently pleaded, tilting her head the smallest amount and not trusting her voice.

Arizona knew what that look meant and was happy to obey. A smile picked up her mouth and she leaned down to kiss Callie deeply, lips connected and tongues dancing for a short while before she moved again. “You’re so hot,” Arizona murmured, shifting to lay on her stomach beside Callie and licking a purposeful stripe up the side of her breast. “So fucking hot,” she said again as her free hand lifted to squeeze the other.

The contact was warm and wet and delicious, making Callie moan softly as her hand rose to tangle into Arizona’s hair. Arizona smiled when Callie’s fingers wound into her hair and pressed a firm kiss over Callie’s nipple, flicking her tongue over it and hearing Callie pull a quick breath through her teeth.

Grinning now, Arizona gently rubbed her thumb around Callie’s other nipple as she mirrored the movement with her tongue. Her actions got deeper and wetter as she grazed her teeth over the flesh in her mouth and looked up at Callie with dark, wide eyes.

When their gazes met, Callie was taken aback by the heat in Arizona’s scrutiny. Blue eyes scanned her face as her tongue worked over time, every swirl and swipe sending heat directly between Callie’s legs. That heat only built while she held Arizona’s gaze, coiling in her stomach like a spring being compressed.

Arizona moaned softly, eyes drifting closed as the sound went directly to Callie’s clit. Her legs jerked as an involuntary whine pulled from her throat, mouth open and breathing hard and fast. Never before her pregnancy had she been so affected by Arizona touching her breasts, but now it felt like she was going to reach her peak from nipple stimulation alone.

“Fuck- Arizona,” Callie gasped, her fingers digging into Arizona’s knee as she panted, “keep going.”

Arizona pulled back and Callie could have cried out, but Arizona had a plan. That smile was stuck on her mouth as she shifted in the bed and threw a leg across Callie’s, then shimmied down just a little to lay in the space between Callie’s legs. Her eyes were focused as she shot Callie a wink and settled into place, running her tongue up between Callie’s breasts as the toned plane of her stomach pressed directly against Callie’s covered clit.

Callie gasped, looking down at blue eyes that looked at her like she was the only woman in the world. Arizona’s body was warm against hers, even through her sleep shirt, and her weight was pressing Callie into the mattress in just that way she really did like. Her hands were fisted in the duvet as she nodded frantically and whispered, “keep going, god, Arizona, please.”

Immensely pleased with both the new angle and Callie’s mounting need, Arizona looked up and met Callie’s eye as she continued to massage Callie’s chest with both hands, tongue dragging along the underside of one, then the other, before she leaned up to take Callie’s nipple back into her mouth. Arizona was fucking addicted to the way Callie was looking at her, eyes dark and breathing heavy, sweat on her temples and pricking on her chest, just enough to make the delicious taste of salt spill across her tongue.

Arizona moaned softly as Callie’s back arched, pressing her further into Arizona’s mouth. Arizona did as Callie silently asked and sucked gently, running her tongue over every inch of sensitive flesh before swapping over and moving to the second to keep it all even. Her hands massaged what her mouth couldn’t take, firm enough to leave faint red marks on pristine tan skin.

“Arizona,” Callie whispered hoarsely, her head thrown back and body trembling with incredible need, arousal pouring from her as Arizona kept up a steady rhythm of sucking and squeezing and massaging.

Arizona moaned softly in reply, kissing all over Callie’s breasts and leaving the marks of her mouth over sensitive flesh, alternating deep and slow with slick and fast, tongue working overtime to keep Callie’s chest shiny with her spit. Her hands slid over smooth flesh, thumbs running around Callie’s nipples and flicking her tongue over them in a quick, alternating rhythm.

“You’re so pretty,” Arizona mumbled around a mouthful of Callie’s flesh, leaving a dark mark in the shape of her lips behind as she moved up a little and did the same, taking her time to appreciate every square inch of her favourite part of Callie’s figure. Between kisses, she spoke again, low in a cute, rambling way that Callie couldn’t help but adore. “So pretty for me, love every curve of you, Callie, I promise. Love every part of you.”

Arizona’s words were making heat roil in Callie’s gut, her hands untangling from the duvet to wind into Arizona’s hair and hold her in place, pulling just enough to make Arizona groan a pleasured sound that shot directly to Callie’s core.

Able to feel Callie’s body growing tense under her hands and mouth, Arizona kept it all going. Her own body was growing warm simply from the sounds Callie made and the wet connection of her mouth on Callie’s chest, and she was so happy to please the woman she loved. So fucking happy to hear Callie moan beneath her, to feel Callie’s hands tangle into her hair and tug just enough to make her scalp spark with delicious pain and pleasure.

It was almost too much, her heart pounding in her ears and throbbing between her legs, but Callie didn’t want it to stop. She gasped as much, almost unintelligible around consonants that may well have been an attempt to say Arizona’s name. Her hips bucked against Arizona’s stomach, just once, but the movement applied a very slight contact that was apparently all she needed for her body to go rigid with a choked sound of pleasure.

Callie felt herself clench around nothing, a delicious throbbing sensation going up her spine and down her legs, making her toes curl and her chin drop to her chest, mouth open in both shock and immense pleasure.

Arizona felt Callie’s body shake beneath her and her eyes flicked up to Callie’s face, completely surprised to see her expression. Heat high in her cheeks, hair mussed and eyes squeezed closed, it was an expression Arizona had seen on Callie’s face many times before. Usually from her tongue or her fingers, never from almost nothing at all. Arizona’s eyebrows rose but her tongue and hands never stopped moving, trying her best to support Callie’s orgasm with what she believed had gotten her there in the first place.

Callie’s hands were still firmly wound into her hair, holding her in place as she gasped and shuddered beneath Arizona’s hands, and that confirmed it for her that Callie had cum from Arizona’s attention on her breasts and very little else.

A few seconds later, the throbbing died down and Callie managed to untangle her hands from Arizona’s hair, gasping, “Arizona—”

At her name Arizona pulled back, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand and kissing just over Callie’s pounding heart before she tilted her head and asked slowly, “did you… did you just…?”

Vaguely embarrassed but forcing it down, Callie dared not open her eyes as she let her head fall back and whispered breathlessly, “y-yeah. I think so. Pretty sure.” She let out an abrupt laugh, quick like the sound of dropping a surgical instrument. “Whoa.”

Arizona laughed softly and shifted until she was laying on her stomach beside Callie, propping herself up onto her elbows. She lifted Callie’s closest hand to her mouth, pressing a firm, open mouthed kiss to her palm. Though Callie hadn’t voiced it, Arizona could see the mortification written into every cell of her body. In the heat high in her face and the way she still wasn’t meeting Arizona’s eye. That was why she murmured adoringly, “that was hot.”

Callie opened one eye and looked sideways, finding truth shining in honest blue eyes. Callie’s mouth lifted at one side in an awkward smile and she could still feeling aftershocks pinging up and down her spine and legs. Her eyes drifted closed again and her head fell back as she whispered, “that was insane.”

Still smiling, Arizona replied softly, “I think that was awesome. Has that… ever happened before?”

Callie thought about it, couldn’t find a single instance when it had happened before, and shook her head. She swallowed and twisted her head to the side, opening bleary eyes once again to look at Arizona and murmur, “never.”

Unable to help it, Arizona smirked smugly. “Ah, I’m the first one. Another for my achievements shelf.”

Callie huffed, “don’t get cocky.”

“I will,” Arizona’s dimples popped as she leaned up to catch Callie’s lips in a quick kiss. “Because I’m the only one that’s managed to do that for you, and that makes me feel damn good. I’m totally not possessive or anything.” She flashed a grin.

Callie rolled her eyes, “you so are.”

“Maybe just a little bit,” Arizona whispered with a quick wink, amusement sparkling in her eyes.

Callie laughed softly, “I love you.”

“Love you too,” Arizona grinned, checking the time before her mouth lifted in a devious smile. “Now, we have time before work for one more – you ready?”

Callie breathed in, still shuddering from the unexpected orgasm she’d reached a mere minute ago. She thought about it, then realised that she wanted something different. Her voice was low as she asked with a coy smile, “your turn?”

Arizona cocked an eyebrow, and Callie had her pressed to the mattress before either of them said another single word, pressing their lips together and slipping her knee between Arizona’s legs, grinding against her with a roll of her hips. She smirked as she felt the moment Arizona turned to putty beneath her, twisting her head to pepper kisses along Arizona’s jaw.

With a gasp, Arizona arched up and conceded breathlessly, “my turn.”