Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Grey's Anatomy. I just manipulate them to my will. Also, any line or phrase or setting that seems remotely familiar from any other show, movie or book, also not mine. I borrow…

AN: So apparently this little one-shot has taken on a life of its own. I put it to a vote and it was 100% in favor of continuing so… Apparently I have a hard time saying no. Now, I've got no plot in mind so it'll be a short fic of just fluff, smut, and even more fluff. Maybe it's exactly what we need during all of this doom and gloom we are getting from the show. Anyways, here's the next installment. And enjoy!


Chapter 3

The shrieking of a blaring alarm clock pulls Arizona from her deep sleep. A very uncoordinated arm reaches out towards the night stand, and after only three wild swings, the blonde manages to hit her target. Blue eyes are hazy and unfocused, and her mind isn't much different. She stretches her body, feeling a delightful soreness throughout her muscles, and a low appreciative groan falls from her lips. Eyelids flutter shut and Arizona nestles into her bed once more, arms reaching out beside her and finding a cool pillow. Pulling it into her chest, she starts to drift off again.

But then her eyes snap open again, her memory of last night and early this morning returning to her. Arizona can still smell the Latina on her bed sheets but there is no Callie in sight. She searches the floor and finds all the woman's clothes are gone. A pang of regret hits her. They didn't do a lot of talking last night, their mouths busy doing many other things, but Arizona figured Callie would have at least stayed until the morning.

Resigned to the fact that she had her one night with the woman, Arizona stumbles around her room, picking up her strewn clothes from last night and then pulls on a pair of old, grey and baggy sweats, and a tight tank top over her naked body. Bare feet shuffle out of the bedroom and turn towards the rest of her apartment, stopping when she hears another voice humming a whispered tune.

Peeking around the corner and peering into her kitchen, Arizona smiles as she sees those same hips that entranced her last night swaying to the beat the Latina is emitting. She watches as this woman, whom she's only known all of eight hours, maybe, navigates her way around the blonde's kitchen with ease. Pans that Arizona didn't even know she had are on the stove and the delicious scent of vanilla pancakes mixed with the strong smell of coffee hangs in the air.

After starring at the gorgeous creature for a while, Arizona starts to feel like some sort of stalker so she steps around the corner and says, "Hey…" Her voice is thick with sleep and she runs a hand through her messy blonde hair.

Callie turns on her heel, spatula in hand, and smiles at the sight before her. On the train last night, she thought 'shy Arizona' was cute. Then when they got back to the blonde's apartment, she found 'passionate Arizona' sexy and breath taking. But now, 'morning Arizona' is definitely her favorite.

"Hey, good morning." Callie murmurs, "I didn't wake you up, did I?"

"No, no not at all." Arizona replies, shuffling into the kitchen. The Latina reaches for another coffee cup and pours the blonde a large mug, holding it out for her to take. But as a fair hand nears the cup, Callie pulls it away from her. The two smile and Callie leans down to place a soft kiss against the blonde's sweet lips.

Content with her payment, Callie hands Arizona her coffee and says, "Sit. Breakfast will be ready in a couple minutes." Blue eyes study her, and then the feeling that she may be imposing starts to trickle into the Latina's mind. Maybe her cooking breakfast was a step too far. Maybe the blonde just wanted last night, and not this morning. Maybe… maybe whatever Callie feels isn't reciprocated.

Taking a step back, she asks, "This is ok, right? I mean, me staying? …I could leave if that's what you-"

"No!" Arizona cuts her off, surprising herself at just how needy it sounding. "I mean, no. No it's perfectly fine, Calliope. I'm… I'm happy you stayed." She gives the woman another soft smile then sits down at the small table situated between the kitchen and her living room. Between sips of piping hot coffee, Arizona steals glances at the woman she shared her bed with last night. Image after image of their activities pop up in her mind, and a warmth not associated with her morning beverage starts to tickle her body.

Finishing up the last pancake and scooping out the last bit of scrambled eggs from the skillet, Callie sets a very full plate in front of Arizona then for herself.

"Wow, this looks amazing." Arizona breathes out, testing a bite of egg and moaning in agreement. "This is… delicious. You really didn't have to do this."

Callie just smiles at the blonde, finding the mess of hair endearing and the very revealing tank top pleasing. "Yeah well… figured we both could use the energy." A bashful smile pulls up pink lips and Callie's stomach does a strange fluttering thing when she sees the blonde bite at her lower lip.

The two eat in silence for a couple minutes, only the clinking of silverware against the plates and the usual life happening outside the blonde's apartment filling the air. But then Arizona musters up her courage and asks, "Isn't this the time when you ask if I do this often?"

"I don't have to ask that to know the answer, Arizona." Callie answers softly, warm brown eyes finding blue. "But… I'll ask anyways. Do you do this often?"

"No." Arizona replies with a light chuckle. "Never, actually."

"See? I already knew that." The Latina states.

"How?" The blonde questions. She knows she doesn't do this often, but she wants to believe this woman doesn't either. And yet… here they are. A single look across a nearly empty subway car led to the most earth shattering sex Arizona has ever felt. There has to be something… more behind that, right?

"I don't know… I just felt it, I guess." Callie muses, leaning back in her chair and taking a long drag at her own cup of coffee. A pregnant pause falls between them and Arizona has to look away from warm brown eyes when she feels them seeping into her soul. So instead, those brown eyes scan the small apartment Callie finds herself in and she asks, "So, Arizona Robbins… it seems you have had a very interesting life so far."

"Yeah, I can't really complain." The blonde answers. "There is one plus side to growing up in a military family. I got to travel the world without even realizing it. Honestly, this apartment has been my home longer than anywhere else I've been."

"Must have been hard moving so frequently." Callie muses, surprised at just how easy it is to talk to this woman. It's not that Callie has ever had difficulty interacting with people, but being here, in Arizona's home, it just seems so natural.

"Yeah, it was I guess." Arizona replies, pushing her half eaten plate of breakfast away and pulling one of her legs up onto the chair. "But… I don't know. I didn't know any better. That's just how things were. …Tim, my brother, enlisted right out of high school. Just like our father. …And his father before him."

"And you?" Callie asks, "Did you ever considering joining up?"

Pink lips purse as the blonde thinks for a second, and then she finally says, "Yeah, I thought about it. Even saw a recruiter a couple times but… I don't know. Guess I wanted to serve in a different way. I may not be out on the front lines with a machine gun in my hands, but… maybe as a surgeon, I might save the world too."

Callie doesn't know what it is, whether the innocence of Arizona's answer or just the raw emotion she witnessed fill the blonde's face, but the Latina finds herself absolutely enamored by the woman. Never before has someone had this kind of draw, or pull. It's like there is this force surrounding Arizona and Callie is unable to resist it. Maybe it wasn't chance that the Latina just barely made the subway last night. Maybe it was more. Maybe it was destiny.

And without even realizing she's doing so, Callie leans across the corner of the table and reaches for Arizona. A tanned hand cups a milky white cheek and pulls the blonde in closer, their lips meeting for a syrupy sweet kiss. But their embrace is cut short when a piercing ringing sound fills the air. It's so sudden that Arizona nearly jumps from her seat, making Callie chuckle.

"What's that?" Arizona mumbles, looking around her apartment in search of the noise. Blue eyes zero in on the bag she dumped last night, and her brain clicks. "Damn it." She groans, racing to the bag and pulling out her cell. But it's too late, and by the time she is able to see the screen the call has ended.

"Problem?" Callie asks from her seat.

"Um, ye- no. Well, I was supposed to meet some people for a study session but…" Arizona runs a frustrated hand through her hair. Never before has anything school related just 'slipped' her mind. Then noticing the time, she adds, "Oh, and I have class in an hour. Perfect."

"Oh, ok…" The Latina sighs, suddenly feeling very much in the way. "Um, I'll just clean up and then be out of-"

"No, Calliope. No, don't." Arizona says quickly. "Don't bother about the dishes, I'll get them later. I need to take a shower but… if you wait maybe we can walk back to the subway together?" The blonde rambles, already backing down the hall towards her bathroom. "Just… just don't go anywhere. Relax. Watch some TV, or… or my laptop is in my bag. Whatever. Just… please? Just wait, ok?"

The bathroom door shuts before Callie can even answer and an amused grin forms on her lips. Despite being told not to, the Latina quickly cleans up her little mess in the kitchen then starts to meander around the blonde's apartment. The light of day really allows Callie to see how cozy Arizona's small dwelling is. It's no doubt the smallest apartment in the complex, but warm and welcoming. There is nothing extravagant about the place, no large flat screen or expensive furniture. But still, it's homey. Little touches of Arizona dot the living room, and somehow it all seems to fit perfectly.

She takes a seat on the comfortable couch and flicks on the TV, but the idea of a wet and naked blonde just down the hall has Callie crossing and uncrossing her legs, trying to ignore the ache that has formed at her center. And it doesn't take long for her willpower to break because the next minute Callie is pulling her shirt up over her head as she follows Arizona's tracks toward the bathroom.

Arizona's head is under the shower head, rinsing the shampoo from her hair, and she doesn't hear the bathroom door open. Or the pants being kicked off of tanned legs. Only when cold air hits her slick skin do blue eyes whirl around and find a very naked Callie Torres pulling back the shower curtain.

"What are you…" Arizona mumbles, her eyes traveling the length of the Latina.

"You seemed to be in a hurry." Callie says, closing the curtain behind her and allowing her own gaze to wander down the very wet blonde in front of her while her hands reach out and caress the woman's taunt stomach. "And four hands are better than two…" Water rushes over the Latina's body as she steps under the spray and into Arizona's arms. Wet lips meet wet lips in a hungry kiss and that spark that both felt last night returns with double the electricity.

Arizona pulls away, her fingers brushing back the black locks of hair plastered to Callie's face, and says, "I'm going to be late, aren't I?"


AN2: If anyone has any suggestions as to… scenarios or whatever, please let me know. Not going to do angst. Yes, this will be a very unrealistic, no heart ache, happily ever after fic. So unlike me, I know. Haha.