AN - Re-upload with minor tweaks. As a anon suggested it's a bit confusing with 'she' and 'her'.

AN - Italics - flashback - Callie's POV

The minute her skin touched Callie's, the fire in her ignited. And Arizona knew that no matter how much she wanted to tell herself otherwise, this thing with Callie was far from over.

It was happening again. The flash fire of attraction she had never felt before Arizona, and certainly hadn't felt since.

Those strong, rough fingers curled around Callie's arm and suddenly she was lost in a world of sensation she wished she could escape. And also, kind of wished she could disappear into again.

The coffee shop existed somewhere in the background. But it was fading. And she was being dragged back into the past…

"What are you doing here, sweetheart?"

Arizona was talking to her. That woman Callie had noticed when she had first come in. And for some reason, Arizona had her left hand behind her back.

"Just getting a drink."

"I happen to have a drink right here." Arizona extended the bottle of beer towards Callie. It was unopened.

"You're not supposed to take drinks from strange women."

"I'm not?" Arizona asked, a smile curving her lips upward. Showing some killer dimples that made Callie feel weak at her knees.

"No. The general female you," Callie said. "Meaning me."

"Well, as you can see, the bottle is closed. And I have absolutely no ulterior motives."

"You're just buying me a drink to be nice?" Callie asked sceptically...

"No," Arizona said. "I'm buying you a drink in hopes that you'll sleep with me. But no ulterior motives other than that."

Callie wanted to laugh, and she didn't understand why. She should be appalled.

She was decidedly unappalled.

"I'm not making any promises," Callie said, taking the bottle from Arizona's hand, her fingertips brushing against Arizona's..

The moment her skin made contact with Arizona's, Callie felt an arrow of need shoot between her thighs. It wasn't like anything Callie had ever felt before, so she couldn't blame it on the past few months of celibacy. Couldn't blame it on anything, really. She was not the kind of girl who went out to bars and hooked up. Not before Mark, and certainly not since.

In fact, there had only been the one serious boyfriend in college, and then after that Mark. And in both cases the attraction had been about their suitability, not about their bodies.

The college boyfriend had lived too far away to be someone she could think about marrying. Her father had said that. And when Carlos Torres spoke, people listened. Then he had introduced her to Mark Sloan, and he had made it very clear how he wanted that to go.

She liked Mark. She liked him a lot. And he was attractive. More than attractive, he was gorgeous.

But it wasn't this deep, raw electricity that seemed to overtake her completely.

She didn't like this at all.

And still, Callie took the beer from her.

Arizona ended up abandoning her friends, sitting at a table and talking to Callie. But the more they talked, the tighter that feeling in her stomach became. The edgier, more restless she felt. She felt like it was written all over her face. What she had never done in her entire life. Callie was fantasizing about stripping Arizona's clothes off. Callie had never felt like she might genuinely not be able to control herself. Like she might actually fling herself into Arizona's arms if they sat there any longer. Demand that Arizona do something to take the edge off the tension building in her.

She wouldn't though. Callie wasn't going to do anything with Arizona. She told herself that over and over again.

"Can I walk you to your car?" Arizona asked Callie that at the end of the evening, as though she wasn't expecting anything. Callie couldn't tell if she was relieved or disappointed.

"Sure," Callie said.

They made their way out of the bar and into the parking lot, which was empty. That was irritating, because it would've been nice to have some witnesses out there. Some eyes to keep her accountable.

But no. There was no one.

"This is me," Callie said, gesturing to the little red sports car her father had bought for her a few months earlier.

"That's a shame," Arizona said.

"Why?"

"Well, because if you had a jacked-up truck out here I figured I could push you against the side of it and kiss you good and hard. This is a little bit too low."

Callie's heart was thundering in her head, her hands shaking. Her hands. She lifted her left hand, her diamond ring sparkling in the pale blue security light. "I'm engaged," she said, her voice as unsteady as her hands.

Arizona drew back for a moment. "Engaged."

"Yes."

Suddenly, the situation felt unbearable. And the ring felt so, so heavy. But Callie had to get married. She did. Unless Mark wanted out. There was no way she could make the decision. She owed her father. She couldn't defy him in this.

But right now, she wanted to forget about Mark and climb the invisible wall that stood between her and this woman.

"Not married," the said woman pressed.

"No."

"Say stop if you want me to stop," Arizona said.

It took Callie a moment to register why Arizona said that. And by the time Callie did, her lips were touching Callie's. And the moment those lips touched hers, telling her to stop was the absolute last thing Callie wanted.

She had never, ever experienced a kiss like this.

Arizona's mouth was firm, expert, her tongue a sensual temptation Callie couldn't resist. And she had definitely never felt that way before. Usually, she was uncomfortable with this kind of thing. It took her time, candles and seduction to get in the mood. And even then her brain was busy with a thousand other things.

Not now. Callie's mind was on one thing.

Well, maybe more than one thing, technically. Since it was on the kiss and on what she hoped would come next.

Arizona wrapped her arms around Callie, enveloped her completely. She was just so edgy, and Callie wanted to throw herself against all that rough softness. Maybe she would break. Finally. Fly into the million little pieces she had been trying to hold together for the past ten years.

But then, Callie supposed she would be free.

When they parted, Callie was breathing hard, and she wanted nothing more than to have her grab hold of Arizona again. Have her kiss her again.

But she didn't. Instead, she just stood there, watching her, waiting.

She didn't like that. Callie didn't want to be the one to make the decision. She didn't want to be the one to blow up her life. She couldn't.

Arizona seemed to sense her uncertainty. Because she leaned in again, and this time when her lips touched Callie's, the kiss was gentle. An exploration. One that left Callie completely and utterly conquered.

"You want to go home with me," Arizona said. "Don't you?"

Callie reached out, pressed her fingertips to the strong column of her throat, felt her pulse raging beneath her touch. She took a shaking breath, and then she said the word that scared her more than almost anything. "Yes."

She said it because the only word that scared her more was no.