After All This Time...
3 Years Later...
By Bella Taggart
Callie woke up with a hangover.
She had spent the better part of the evening wallowing in self-pity over the death of a 7-year-old patient that had been in her care for the past year. He was just a child; free of guilt and/or any possible wrong doing that might have warranted such a fate. It was days like these that made her doubt. Doubt her maker, doubt her profession, doubt herself. And on days like these she found solace in the bottom of a bottle. But the tequila had been unforgiving the night before, and now she had a piercing headache.
She crawled out of bed as silently as she could, so as not to disturb the sleeping figure under the covers, and went looking for her clothes on her hands and knees. One by one she gathered pieces of her discarded clothing in her arms and finally spotted her black lace panties rolled into a ball under the bed. It was too deep in and there was no way she would be able to reach it without some serious maneuvering of the furniture. Or rather, without waking up the occupant of the bed. She sat up on her knees and briefly considered her options. It wasn't worth it.
She rolled on her heels and pulled herself up to a standing position. After waiting for a moment for her vision to clear of the black spots the sudden move had brought on, she turned around and tip toed towards the door. She was almost in the clear when suddenly a throaty voice stopped her in her tracks.
"Running off Callie?"
Blowing out the breath she hadn't realized she had been holding, Callie turned around and smiled at the disheveled blonde head poking up from the heavy covers. "Hey,"
The woman looked up at her mockingly and said "Jane."
Callie took a quick step forward. "I knew that, Jane. Right, Jane Walker"
"Miller." The woman corrected amusedly.
"Right, Miller." Callie said, cursing herself.
"I see you're mixing your drinks in the day time as well." Jane said lying on her side and resting on her elbow.
"Hah". Callie laughed awkwardly, holding her clothes to her chest. At the questioning rise of a pair of eyebrows, Callie looked down at herself and whispered "I...I was gonna get dressed in the living room," She dropped her clothes onto the couch by the door, unmindful of the fact that she was now completely naked to the eye, and picked up her black bra, slowly re-arranging it and putting it on. "I didn't want to wake you."
Jane sat up, the covers falling low on her waist and revealing her own nakedness, and looked Callie up and down appreciatively. "I'm awake now." She breathed.
Callie looked up at the change of tone and the hunger lingering in Jane's eyes halted her buttoning of her shirt. Her gaze traveled across the blonde's chest and she involuntarily licked her suddenly dry lips.
Throwing away the duvet, Jane scooted to the foot of the bed, and sat on the edge just a few steps away from Callie. "Why don't you take that off and come over here?" she whispered, throatily.
Callie looked at the door and then back at Jane. "I really should get going. I'm gonna be late for my rounds." Her voice had sounded much more determined in her own head.
"I know, I know- but just, just come here" Jane said motioning with her head.
Callie took a hesitant step forward, checking her watch one more time, and shaking her head in near defeat.
"Come on, just for a minute," Jane held out her hand and spoke, her voice hoarse, seductive. "And then I'll let you go. I promise."
Callie smiled knowingly and took a few steps in surrender, finally coming to a stop in front of a sitting Jane.
Jane placed her arms around her waist and parting her own legs pulled Callie closer in between them. She rested her forehead between her breasts and started trailing her nails up and down Callie's bare thighs.
"I love that you're so comfortable in your skin." she whispered lightly, putting gentle kisses on Callie's skin over her shirt. "Many people would try to cover up" she traced her fingers up her stomach "the morning after. " Drawing little circles up her ribs, her nails danced up the sides of her breasts and down again to meet in the hallow between them. "But not you." She popped open a button and placed a kiss on the revealed flesh.
Callie inhaled slowly, watching the blonde hair move against her skin, she reached down and ran her fingers through it, scratching the other woman's scalp in the process. Jane continued her downward slope of freeing Callie of her shirt and finally had it fully open. "You stand there naked, gorgeous, looking good enough to eat" She traced her tongue across Callie's belly, drawing little circles with it and leaving a wet trail in her wake. "And you expect me to let you go without a proper goodbye." She lowered her head and dipped her tongue into her belly button, playing with it hungrily, while her hands finally stopped their teasing and firmly cupped her breasts through her lace bra.
Callie gasped as her hands tightened in Jane's hair in reflex, pulling her closer, and arched towards the other woman's touch, all the while knowing that her knees wouldn't be holding her up for much longer.
Jane, as though sensing this, lowered her hands and cupped Callie's ass, pulling her down to straddle her legs. Callie could feel desire pooling between her thighs, and from the way Jane growled at the first contact of her center against the blonde's stomach, so could Jane. "You're so hot." Jane breathed, kissing her way up to Callie's neck. Licking and sucking and biting, while her hand traveled up to grab a fistful of hair and pulled it back to reveal a greater slope of skin to devour.
Callie couldn't help but moan at the sudden move as she felt herself start an involuntary rhythm with her thighs. "Yeah, that's it beautiful," Jane whispered against her ear, licking and breathing warm air into the orifice. "I want you to ride me till you come." Her hands were back on Callie's ass, pulling her against her flesh in a rising pace.
"Oh God." Callie cried, holding onto Jane's shoulders as the taller woman took charge of her body and made it sing. "I'm gonna come." She croaked, her words escaping between moans and gasps. "I'm gonna...oh, fuck," she writhed and rocked harder and faster into the other woman.
"Let it go baby."
Jane unclasped Callie's bra in one flick of the wrist and took a newly freed breast into her mouth. "I want to feel you," she mumbled against the overflowing flesh between her lips.
"Let it go."
"Yess." Callie wheezed against the sensory overload. "Harder." she ordered from within her frenzy.
Jane moaned at the command and bit down on the nipple, making Callie scream.
"Fuuuckkk!" Callie cried as she felt her insides climb and charge higher and higher until finally they exploded in white-hot release.
She collapsed over Jane, bringing the other woman down with her to lie on the mattress. After taking a moment to catch her breath, she rolled off the woman and laid on her back, next to her. She matched the amused grin on the woman's face and caught her eyes. "I had a head-ache when I woke up." She mumbled.
"Oh?" Jane asked, her eyebrows lifting in worry.
"It's gone now." Callie whispered, smiling shyly.
Jane laughed, and held up a hand. She blew on her nails, and rubbed them on her chest in a polishing movement, smiling mischievously and looking proud.
Callie smacked Jane on her hand, giggling. Then humor left her face as her touch traveled off the other woman's fingers and came to rest on her chest. Her hand lingered first on the blonde's left breast, then after a moment of exploring, on her right. Jane took in a deep long breath and held it as Callie's fingers traveled lower. Just as her fingers were about to reach their destination, Jane covered them with her own and stilled their movement.
Callie looked up at her in confusion. But Jane simply smiled and shook her head. "Too sensitive."
Callie's eyes widened at that, comprehension starting to sink in. She pulled herself up onto her elbows. "But you didn't..."
"I did." Jane nodded. "When you did... You were so sexy, I couldn't help myself," she said, rolling on her side and resting her head on her hand.
"Wow." Callie said in awe. "You're easy."
Jane chuckled at that. "Like you didn't know that after, oh, I don't know, how many times did you get me off last night?"
Callie simply smiled and hummed in fond memory.
After a moment of lying there in silence, and looking at each other warmly through half closed lids, Callie finally motioned her head up towards the door and said "I'd better...you know."
Jane nodded in understanding. "Yep."
"I don't wanna be late."
Callie started crawling off the bed.
"Okay." Jane said pulling up to a sitting position herself.
After pulling on her black pants over her bare thighs and buckling up her belt, Callie reached for her bra for the second time that day and caught the slightly troubled look on Jane's face.
"What is it?" she asked softly.
Jane looked like she wanted to say something but shook her head instead.
"Tell me," Callie insisted, pulling on her shirt.
After a quiet moment of contemplation Jane quietly asked; "Should I believe what they say about you?"
"I don't know" Callie replied playfully, "I guess that depends on what they say about me-whoever they
"You know, that you are an amazing one night stand but that you shut off the moment it seems like things might get a little more serious."
The statement caught Callie off-guard and she felt herself stiffen, as the smile dropped off her face. "What are you talking about?"
"People, just, talk and you have quite the reputation of a heartbreaker, and..." Jane visibly squirmed uncomfortably on the bed and finally stood up. "Not that it's any of my business, but I think we had a great time, I mean, I did and I'd like-"
"Isn't it too early to be having such a serious conversation?" Callie interrupted, tying her hair up in a horsetail, her voice neutral of any emotion, one way or another.
"Yeah, I mean, you're right. I just meant-I want to prepare myself on what to expect." She rambled, as her face traveled from one shade of red to another. "Not that I expect anything." She quickly added at Callie's blank stare and looked away, walking to the far end of the room to stand in front of a mirror and a chair.
"I mean this is really coming out much more serious than I thought it was going to but, I just wanted to say that, IF you wanted to call me, you could." She finished looking down. Then she picked up the robe that was hanging on the back of the chair and put it on, tying its sash around herself and covering herself up from Callie's view.
In the face of the uncertainty, coming from a woman who was so confidant in bed only minutes before, Callie felt her normally firm resolve crack a little bit. She softened both her features and her tone and sighed "Hey?"
Jane turned around to face her hesitantly. Callie just smiled at her, her eyes warm, until the expression on Jane's face mirrored her own. "I'll see you around, okay?" She asked softly.
Jane took a few steps towards her and nodded in response. "Okay."
Callie took her hands in hers and pulled Jane to herself, kissing her gently on the lips. Then she picked up her bag and jacket from the couch, and walked towards the door. At the last minute, she turned around and looked over to the bed, then back at the woman standing in front of her and she winked. Jane's smile widened at Callie's once again light and playful demeanor and she raised her hand in a slight wave. Callie tipped her head up, grinned and walked out.
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