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"When you're what," she asks you.

You don't know what to tell her. She's smirking. Of course she is. You would be too if it was the other way around. You can do two things. You can run or you can kiss her. She won't suspect either of those two.

You need to choose fast. You need to choose now.

Your body turns around unwillingly to leave, and you feel her gripping your wrist once again. It's too much.

You jerk your body around and you kiss her.

Chapter four - Wanting the newborn

Arizona's POV

She kisses you. You expected her to defend herself. You expected her to leave. You didn't expect this. You feel her lips against your mouth, and you can't help but smile. She'll probably feel you smiling against her mouth.

She intrigues you. It's not like you haven't slept with a straight person before, you just feel that it's different with her. You know it was unfair of you to tell her that she's straight. You have no right to tell her who or what she is, or is not. And the newborn story is partially your rule, but she's already an exception. You knew it from the first moment she walked into this bar.

You can also feel it in the way she looks at you. Most of the time you can literally feel her eyes on you. Theoretically it should be creepy, but when she does it it's not.

You can also feel it in the way she kisses and touches you. She might be a newborn but she touches you like she knows how. Like she's been touching women for years. And the fact that she's not, it spurrs you on. You told her that you don't like that, that you don't like newborns but it makes you want her so much more.

It feels like she's starved. And maybe that's exactly what it's like for her. She's been starved for years and she's pouring everything that she is into you. Technically she's been deprived of the equipment that you posess, but she makes you feel like she's literally been deprived of you for 27 years. That even though you share the same equipment as every other women, and even though that might also be what she craves, it's also really really you that she craves.

She turns around to kiss you. So now you're trapped against that wall you had her pinned against only minutes ago. You can't help but just let her do her thing. Maybe it's too soon for this. Maybe it's too much of a public show, but you just don't care. You let her feel you up. It's clear that she needs this. You're prepared to let her do all the things she wants to do to you. Maybe not here, you're going to stop this here any minute now and take it somewhere private, more private this. You two won't make it home if this keeps going on like this in the same speed.

She is so damn gay for you. You were already quite certain but now you really are. The first time her hand comes in contact with your boob, you hear her sigh in your ear. After she travels her hands to your ass. It's the same. She squeezes your cheeks. You hear her moan in your ear. A God damned satisfied moan.

You two need to get out of here. As much as you would like to let her keep going. You need to get out of here.

"Amy," you whisper to her softly. You need to stop this. You need to be the bigger person here. She's not going to stop this, and she hasn't thought this through.

This will be her first time with a woman. But not even that. You don't know each other. You haven't spoken to each other, like almost at all. You now it's a lie though. You do know each other, in some weird way. But what you do know is that even though this must feel good for her, you know it could be so much better if she gets all the time, the room, and the quietness, mostly the quietness, to explore you. To get to explore you.

You want to keep going, but you owe her this. After seven months of teasing her, yes; you know what you've been doing, you get to give her this. Even though she might not feel like you are giving her anything, once you stop her in a minute.

Just a minute, who could it hurt?

It could hurt her, because you know she wants to keep going. You know it because it will also hurt you. Thinking about stopping this already hurts you. You know you want her to keep going.

"We should..Uhh," she's kissing your neck just right. You want to tell her but then she does that thing wit her tongue. You hate that she's already found several of your weak spots. "We should what? Stop?" She asks you.

"Yeah," we should stop, you tell her while your hands wander all over her body from her stomach towards her breasts, and then finally one takes place in her neck. You pull her in more. Your body is not in sync with your mind. Your mind tells you that you should put a stop to this. Your body is asking her, pleading her to give you more.

She pulls her lips from you for a second and moves those gorgeous lips of hers towards your ear. "It doesn't feel like you want to stop, Arizona." She's fucking referring to the heat that she feels radiating from your core once she slips her leg between yours.

She's brave. She's confident in everything she does to your body, and you don't know where she got that confidence from. She's never touched another woman like she is touching you right now. How is it that she managed to get the upper hand in this? You should be the confident one. You should be the one that makes her feel good, not the other way around.

It's enough. This can't go any further than this. You've already let your body go too much.

"Stop, Amelia."

You tell her sternly this time and remove your head from her a little more so that she can look into your eyes, and she can see that you mean this.

"Not like this."

You don't give her much room to talk or to give a reaction towards what you just told her. You need to get out of here before you give in to her completely. You're sure that she just needs to say one right word to you and you're convinced. You'll keep going.

So you remove yourself from her completely, and you walk out. You don't tell your friends you're leaving. You just go. Once you're outside you stand against the wall with your head thrown back, trying to comprehend what happened tonight by breathing in some air before you can move yourself from this opportunity completely. You are outside but you can't go just yet. You know there is a very probable chance that she comes outside to chase you. You know that you should remove yourself from this wall also to prevent anything from happening once more.

You're too late. There she is, in her perfectly warm coat, and she even brought yours too. In the haste to get out you forgot that you even brought one.

"You forgot something," she tells you. You think she's referring to the coat that she is putting on you. You thank her for the coat. Once your safely and warmly tucked into your coat she leans in. "That's not what I meant, she whispers against your lips before she captures yours in another kiss.

"If you're going to leave me hanging with a huge lady boner the least you can do is kiss me goodbye, don't you think?"

God, she is going to be the death of you. You think in pictures, and now you're imagining what's in her pants and that it's probably wet, ready and waiting for you to be worshipped.

She's right. It's not nice of you to leave her hanging like this. You can do it to yourself, maybe. But to her? You need to have her.

She can tell that you're battling internally with yourself to let go.

She pulls you in by your collar and turns you around so that she is standing with her back against the wall once again. She's offering you the upper hand. You're a top. You love to be a top. But right now? It's pathetic really how much control she has over you. In your previous relationships and hook-ups you were pretty much always a top. Right now you already feel that with her it's going to be different. You'll gladly give up control for her. But she doesn't need to know that, yet. You don't want her to know how much power she holds over you already.

Wanting and reality are two different things though. You might not want her to know, but your body is giving you away the whole time.

You can see her opening her jeans. You just stare. Too afraid to do or say anything to her that might stop her from doing whatever it is that she's doing. She grabs your hand and pushes it into her pants. You're still not convinced to see this through though.

She's torturing you. It's pure torture to feel the warmth inside her jeans, and to know that her touching you has brought her into this state.

Your mind still tells you to pull away, and go home. Your body again protests. Your fingers automatically press against her clit.

You're so fucking weak.

Your fingers are pressing against her underwear, but you might as well be inside her underwear by the amount of wetness that you feel against them.

You know she wasn't lying when she was telling you about her lady boner. You can practically feel her clit throbbing against your fingers. You would give anything to press your tongue against her wetness right now. But it's not like you'll go on your knees for her. Why are you even thinking about getting on your knees? You never get on your knees. You love to get other girls on their knees. Not the other way around.

Here you are picturing yourself getting on your knees to taste her. It's not like you are really going to do it though. Not because you are never going to, or don't want to, but merely because you two are outside for the whole world to see. Nothing more, nothing less. If you guys would be in a private area, you probably would have. You can't kid yourself. The thought scares you and spurrs you on at the same time.

The pictures in your mind are getting the better of you and you move your fingers to get inside her underwear so that you can directly touch her.

She's holding your wrist to prevent you from getting out of her pants, and leave her in a state of no return. Because if she was already wet before, she's more than now... It's your own fault. Now you really can't leave her like this.

She's thinking the same thing. So she whispers to you sternly. "Don't."

You know she's not talking about you not doing any of this. She's talking about you not giving up on her, on this. She's telling you to go on.

Your fingers are still not moving, so she makes her words clear for you one more time.

"Don't leave me hanging, Arizona."

The way she says your name. It's too much for you. Your self control flies up into the sky once you hear your name fall from her lips one more time.

"Arizona."

You slip into her with two fingers, while your thumb takes residence on her clit. Her mouth falls open, and her eyes close.

Your own eyes roll into the back of your head once you feel her warm, wet walls around your fingers.

You look into her eyes the whole time you're taking her. Her blue eyes bore into yours with the same intensity. Every so often her eyes close for a second but she's always struggling to keep them open, and to look into yours while you're fucking her against the wall of that fucking bar that you both attented way too often for the past seven months to just get a glimpse of each other.

Now you're getting so much more than a glimpse. She's giving herself over to you completely. You take as much as she gives, but she still seems not totally convinced that you're going to see this through until she finishes. She's completely mad if she thinks otherwise. Even if you would want to stop, you couldn't. Her walls are clamping down on your fingers so tight that you couldn't even remove them from her if you wanted to. She's so close. You can tell not only by her walls constantly trying to pull you back in, but also by the fact that it's getting harder for her to keep her eyes open, and focused on you.

She throws her head back against the wall, maybe a little too hard but she doesn't seem to be bothered by it. Not now she is so close to release.

"Don't," she whispers to you once again.

"I wont, Amy." You tell her, and you can't help but put a full dimpled smile on your face while you keep fucking her.

You love to fuck women, but she takes the pleasure of fucking a woman to a whole new level for you. She's still holding on. You don't know how she does it. You would've already fallen over the edge. Who are you kidding? Even by fucking her like this you already feel yourself pretty close to that edge. She seems to need something more from you.

Instead of looking into your eyes she's looking at your lips right now. She's so fucking focused on your mouth you feel your own wetness getting more than uncomfortable. You want to taste her so bad. That just needs to wait for another time, another place.

You get that she's not looking at your mouth for that specific reason though. You know what more she needs from you before she lets herself go. You move your face closer to hers, but before you capture her mouth like she wants you to, you move your lips towards her ear one last time.

"Let go for me, Amy," you whisper, and before she can make a sound your mouth is already on hers, and the fact that her mouth is still hanging open slightly due to the little moans she lets out, it's easy for you to slip your tongue inside her mouth.

You moan against her mouth yourself when you feel her cumming on your fingers almost at the exact moment that your tongue slipped inside of her mouth without permission. You open your closed eyes yourself to withness her cumming for you.

You keep touching her softly until she calms down completely, and you get your hand out of her pants. You want to go back to kissing her with your hands in her neck, pulling her as close as possible. But before you do you suck her wetness off of your fingers. Once again you claim her mouth and slip your tongue inside directly. You hear her sigh when she tastes herself on your tongue.

She's so gay.

A/N

So, there's that. I wasn't planning on writing smut so fast into the story, but I just couldn't help myself... If you want more, please review!