A/N: Okay, I'm very aware that the worst thing I could do is start yet another story while I have another 3 unfinished; but I'm suffering from a slight bout of writer's block where some are concerned and I had this idea and just needed to write something and I'm hoping by doing so it'll get the cogs in my brain turning. This didn't come out exactly like I'd hoped but you guys are the judge so, I hope you can give it a chance and, if you have time, let me know what you think?

"Hi" She smiled sleepily as she began to stir from her slumber.

"Hi yourself." I whispered back, running my eyes down the length of her perfect body; which was covered only by the light bed sheet and illuminated slightly by the rays of sun that peaked through the window signalling morning's arrival.

She pulled the heavier duvet over and around her and snuggled her face deeper into the pillows; It was rather cute.

I lay; staring at the ceiling, enjoying the comfortable, sleepy silence and allowed my mind to drift back to the previous night.

"I don't know you, at all."

Erica's departing words; leaving me standing alone in the hospital carpark. My legs refusing to move after her, my vocal cords in cahoots. I could do nothing more than stand there and watch her leave.

I rolled onto my side, elevating my upper body and balancing myself with my hand, I stared at the blonde haired beauty in front of me and smirked.

"There will be people lining up for you." I smiled broadly at her attempts at cheering me up, leaning against the bathroom sink for support after one too many tequilas.

"Arizona, you're drunk." I couldn't help but chuckle at her.

My colleagues refused to let me go home and wallow in self pity, insisting on getting me drunk instead. Luckily none of us were on call tonight.

"So are you!" She defended in a playful tone, throwing me one of her infamous, dimpled grins.

The air around us grew suddenly thick with an odd tension. We fell silent; neither understanding it. Without warning, she closed the space between us and encased my lips in her own. It took a moment for me to register what was happening before responding with force.

The rest of the night was a wonderful blur. Not in the, I can't remember because I was so drunk, sense, but in the, the sex was amazing and the world around us disappeared, sense. She had helped me forget my pain. And I felt comfortable with her.

Arizona had moved to Seattle a little over a year ago and we had developed a quick friendship; we got along well and always enjoyed playful banter and harmless flirting, but that's all it was. I was with Erica and she was busy sealing her reputation as a gold star lesbian. We had an obvious attraction, but we never looked at each other in a romantic way.

"What?" She asked self-consciously, looking up at me in amusement and breaking me from my thoughts.

"Nothing… just thinking about last night."

"Crazy right?" She chortled.

"Completely." I nodded in agreement. "Buuut, pretty-"

"Amazing." She finished for me.

We both laugh and turned our attention to the ceiling. Composing myself, I spoke again; sincerely.

"Thank you."

"Anytime." She nudged and I could hear the suggestive smile in voice.

We stared at each other for a moment longer, lost in some unspoken sense of gratitude.

BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG.

"You have rounds in 20." Cristina shouted from the other side of the door.

My roommate was an over eager, scalpel hungry, vulture of a resident but we got along unexpectedly well. I often joked that I was the ying to her yang, a joke she never found funny. But it was her eagerness that saved me the trouble of remembering to turn my alarm clock on most nights (well, that and the incessant beeping noise that frequently erupted from my pager at all hours).

Sighing heavily I moved to address Arizona who had subtly removed herself from the bed and began dressing. Instead of speaking, I mimicked her behaviour; the still comfortable silence falling around us, only broken as we made for the bedroom door.

"So…" I began, not sure what exactly was appropriate to say, "I had fun last night."

"Me too." She smiled her glorious dimpled smile. She leaned up and placed a delicate kiss on my cheek.

"I'll see you at work Torres. Bye Yang." She called nonchalantly as she made her way across the living room to the door, receiving only a half entertained glance from Cristina, who raised her eyebrows in my direction.

"Quick work."

I was less than surprised by the lack of Erica's presence at work; her departure had seemed rather final, but that didn't stop me from taking frequent detours through the cardio ward; every time, leaving a little less deflated that the time before.

"So; you're not as dark and frowny as I was expecting." Mark observed, taking a large bite from his apple as we took our seats in the cafeteria.

"That's because she's too busy getting her freak on with roller girl." Cristina chimed in in a sing song like fashion on her way to the table of residents.

Mark turned his attention back to me, a large, satisfied grin sprawled across his features.

"You and Robbins?"

He didn't need vocal confirmation from me, the blush that had risen in my cheeks seemed to suffice.

"That's what I'm talkin' about! Right back on the horse! Good for you Torres!" He continued to sing my praises but I was distracted my the buzzing of my pager.

"Uh- I gotta go." I rose and exited the lunchroom without further explanation.

Within five minutes I was wandering the halls of PEDs in search of the 911 I had received; but there was no chaos, no running nurses or cries of panic from desperate parents. In fact, there was an almost an uneasy calm about the place; which was rare; there was hardly ever a dull moment in pediatrics.

I took my cell phone from my coat pocket with the intention of locating the fibbing blonde that had called me from one of my few spare moments of the day and giving her an earful, when suddenly, a soft hand grabbed my own and pulled me hastily into a nearby on-call room, slamming me roughly against the now closed door.

Cherry flavoured lips were on mine in an instant. Hurried hands tangled in my hair. I didn't need to open my eyes for validation of my ambusher, the sensations were recently familiar.

I ran my hands up and down her magnificent body in a frenzy of passion, desperate for skin on skin contact, silently cursing the offensive garments which were preventing it before attempting to remove them, rejoicing at the sensation of feeling her warm flesh against mine. We moved towards the bottom bunk of closest bed, never breaking contact, wasting no time exploring each other, teasing, tasting.

It was rushed, unromantic; but, fantastic.

I grinned smugly to myself as we began to make ourselves presentable.

"This is fun." I stated casually, as though this wasn't a completely outrageous and unexpected occurrence.

"Very much so." I was beginning to really like this new, bolder side of Arizona I was seeing. It was hot.

When we had done a final once over in the tiny mirror of the on call room, I turned to her, inexplicably nervous.

"Do you, maybe, wanna do this again sometime?" I wasn't necessarily asking her on a date and I hoped she wouldn't take offence that I was basically enquiring if she'd have sex with me at another stage.

"Really?" She questioned; her voice unreadable. She didn't seem angry or insulted; she sounded curious, in fact, I almost swore I heard a twinge of excitement in her tone.

I nodded.

"You really wanna do this?" Yeah, definitely excitement. Disbelieving excitement. "Just sex? Nothing serious?"

In all honesty I hadn't given it much thought; it was a spur of the moment word vomit type situation. Stopping to consider I concluded that I was rebounding and this didn't seem like a half bad deal.

"Why not!" I verified cheerfully.

"There'd have to be ground rules." She continued with caution, no doubt at my slightly confused look. "No feelings. This is just about the sex. I can't afford to, nor do I have any interest in getting involved with anyone right now; so feelings can't happen!"

"I agree." I stated with affirmation.

"And no jealousy!"

"Here here." I cheered teasingly.

She searched my face, presumably inspecting to see if she'd catch a hint of hesitation; seemingly satisfied, she threw me yet another giant, dimpled smile. "Okay then."

"Okay then."