If you'd like to read it in chronological order, the chapters are as follows:

4, 5, 2, 7, 9, 1, 10, 12, 11, 13, 6, 8, 3, 14, 16, 15, 17, 18, 19, 20

She pushed me back against the sleek, hard wood below me and I could feel her lips brush against mine teasingly before pushing down forcefully and gripping me harder against the table.

I had to moan when she touched me the way she did, which caused my mouth to open, giving her a chance to slip her warm tongue in my mouth to meet that of my own.

I couldn't help but give her what she wanted, though it was bad, I know. She had no where else to go and that gave her more cause to want all of me for what I was and what I wasn't.

Something I'd never be.

I did the same thing, though. I groaned and tangled my own fingers tightly around the blonde curls that fell over my shoulders, like a curtain shielding me, keeping me locked in a world that was just her.

And no one else.

"Arizona.." I whispered, having the chance to breathe.
"Shut up," she told me roughly.

She was always angry when she did this. The first time, we were both drunk and she was sweet and tender and a little sad. Now that she's sober, her sadness turns into anger.

I'm really not what she wants, I thought, as I felt her pop open the button to my jeans.

"This isn't.." I whispered, feeling her fingertips graze just above the spot I wanted her to touch.

"What?" she asked, not stopping, but slowly dragging her fingertips up and down that same spot.

"You don't want it?" she asked me again, and she looked into my eyes and I could almost feel the blue of her eyes piercing through my body, heating it up. They were so dark, yet so brilliant blue and I couldn't help but think how I wanted those blue eyes to stare at me for a long time.

"I do, I do," I quickly told her.

She smiled and slipped her hand into my panties and I could feel her then, teasing me slowly. I wanted her inside of me, so badly that I couldn't think.

But I had to think.

"This isn't a good place, someone might-" I tried to explain, but I felt her slip two fingers into me and my words stammered off to a high pitched moan.

"Then I'll make it quick," she told me, pumping slowly, but firmly. Soft, slow thrusts, her fingers seemed to know the right places, as if the other times were just some kind of prep session where she got to know the real places inside of me that triggered the highest moans.

"Ari-" I gasped, and she covered my lips with her own, slipping her tongue into my mouth again.

I could feel my heart racing against her covered chest that pressed against my own. I could feel my walls clenching her fingers as I approached my climax. It was so quick, she always had me come so quickly.

Her hips started to thrust with her fingers, putting more power into it and I could feel the table beneath me shaking with each thrust. Oh god, she was going to make me come again and the table was going to break because of it.

Her lips finally released my own and she looked down at me inquiringly, while I stared up with half-closed eyes, wanting to remember the blues that stared down at me. I wouldn't forget, not for a second. I never forgot anything, and those sensuous blue eyes did something to me that nothing ever had.

I felt myself coming around her fingers and finally shut my eyes, breathing erratically until finally, everything stilled. She let her weight down on me and that blonde hair was now all over my face, right under my nostrils and I could smell the sweat mixed with that shampoo I couldn't quite name.

She slipped her hand out of my jeans and slipped those same fingers that were just inside of me into my mouth. I licked them, an erotic gesture I'd never done before and shivered as she watched me with those strikingly beautiful eyes.

She smiled down at me, and buttoned my jeans back into place.

"I have to go," she told me, brushing the hair out of my eyes and lifting me slightly.

"Where are you going?"

"Back to the hotel.. or something," she said, murmuring uncertainly.

"Stay here," I told her.

"I can't."

"Arizona-"

"No, this isn't your house, anyway.."

"I'll ask Meredith," I told her again, I didn't want her to leave yet.

"Lexie," she said, and I felt that domineering air again. She called me Grey, almost always. When she said Lexie, though, I could feel my heart melting.

"Okay.."

"I'll see you at work," she told me, as I walked her to the door.

I watched her leave and couldn't help but feel my heart sink.

I wasn't Callie, she wasn't Mark - that's what we agreed on that night in the bar when our worlds fell apart.

It had been weeks, then - but I couldn't care anymore.

She wasn't Mark.

She was Arizona. And I liked that.

But I wasn't Callie.

And I never would be.