AN: Thanks so much for the reviews and words of encouragement. It means a lot.

I hope this validates callie a bit. And FFChik - is this better?

Her dick was ready to fall off.

She hadn't had this much sex… ever. Even that time in Australia when men and women literally fell at her feet after she won the Australian Open for the second time in a row and her bed had basically been a revolving door.

Arizona was insatiable.

She said it was the pregnancy hormones… and Callie believed her.

Though they were almost very firmly in friend territory now, they had ended up in either her or Arizona's bed every single night of the last eight weeks, and sometimes in the morning. Or that one time Arizona had called her at 2:30 and said she needed to be fucked so hard she couldn't walk in the morning. She done it, taken the blonde from behind, because when she'd stumbled into Arizona's bedroom the blonde had already been on all fours touching herself, moaning her name.

But seriously. Her cock was about to fall off.

Tonight though, they were going out as friends. They hadn't done that much, only the odd date here and there for ice cream after walking Nigel together, but tonight was different. When Arizona had invited her to Trivia Night at the bar Callie had been there, they were naked and had just finished a round of sex, but Arizona had said "Can I bring my friend Callie," and whoever the blonde had been talking to agreed, and so here she was, on Arizona's doorstep holding a bouquet of daisies, waiting for Arizona to answer the door.

When it was open, and Arizona was standing there looking all perfect, she felt her cock stir in her pants. It was definitely going to fall off, probably in Arizona. And she would die when it happened, but at least she was going to die happy.

Because Arizona Robbins was the single most beautiful creature she had ever seen. Her hair was practically glowing, and her skin… my god her skin was soft and smooth and creamy and she just wanted to lick her all over and over and again. She was wearing simple flats and a gorgeous yellow sundress that showed off even more of that glorious skin and the freckles she wanted to map just there on her right shoulder, and her legs…

"Calliope?" Arizona asked, and Callie knew it had been a mistake to tell her what her real name was, because hearing it from her was so sinfully delicious she'd probably never be able to say enough Hail Mary's to make up for it.

"What? Umm, hey, hi… uhh… these are for you?" She said a bit awkwardly. Which was a new sensation for her because usually she was able to just get people to come to her and her bed with just a wink.

But slowly, somehow over the last eight weeks… something in her changed. Addison said it was feelings, that she liked Arizona, that she wanted to date her and maybe have a relationship with her. She'd stopped seeing all of her regular sex buddies, even though offers had been made to her but none of them seemed appealing. Knowing that Arizona was at her house, waiting for her. Making her dinner and her fridge stocked with Callie's favourite beer. Her own fridge was stocked with the stuff that Arizona preferred, her favourite brand of yogurt, her weird diet cranberry juice, and her freezer had never been so full of different flavours of ice cream because it was always a guessing game at what Arizona would want.

"Are you alright Calliope?" Arizona asked again, this time her voice was full of concern and she stepped forward and placed one of her small and girl hands on her cheek and Callie felt the breath leave her lungs on a shuddering whisper and her face leant into the warm hand all by itself.

"You just look really pretty." Yep. Feelings.

A small blush rose on Arizona's cheeks and she pressed a quick kiss to Callie's lips, causing butterflies to erupt in her chest and to pull Arizona back for another. This was different than all the previous kisses they'd shared. Usually when they were kissing it was right before, during, or after sex… never outside the context of sex. This was a kiss of something else.

Addison's voice floated through her head… whispering feelings.

"We should go," Arizona said, pulling away from the relatively chase kiss that had done more for Callie than anything else had ever done in her life, the blondes voice oozing disappointment. "'Let's Get Quizzical' waits for no one."

*7*

Pub Trivia was not her scene. Most people at this bar were more interested in the trivia game than in drinking or dancing or… anything not trivia related. So far she's only been able to answer one question for her team, but they didn't really need her anyway. A quick glance at the leader board showed "Let's Get Quizzical" with a commanding lead, so even if she hadn't know the answer to "Who was The Eddie named for?" (it was Eddie Aikau, the first Hawaiian born big wave surfer), Arizona's team would be doing fine.

But being here with Arizona… this was most definitely her scene. She knew the blonde was smart, two PhD's and a respected professor and author and researcher, and her knowledge of facts was wide and deep. Her friends were the same, the three of them chatting a mile a minute about everything and anything, barely paying attention to the question before writing their answer down quickly and holding up the folded piece of paper. Mostly Callie just sat back and watched the blonde interact with her friends and other patrons was stirring a strong affection for the blonde.

Every now and then, her small hand would find purchase on Callie's knee and squeeze, or would trail her fingers up the inside of her leg to the barrier of her shorts and back down, causing her cock to stir again. Whenever the blonde would laugh, she'd look to Callie with her eyes sparkling and her dimples popping and she'd just check to see if Callie was laughing or smiling too. But it was rarely the jokes or the situation that was making Callie smile, it was Arizona.

At one point Callie had gotten brave, which was also strange because it wasn't like she hadn't seen the blonde naked just that very moment, she'd touched her body all over, her breasts and her pussy and everywhere, and she'd been inside her, and fucked her and came inside her… but she got brave and she slipped her arm around the back of the blonde's chair - not touching her, just resting it along the top of the seat and when Arizona sat back they would be touching. It didn't take Arizona long to just rest back against her arm, her hand coming to rest of Callie's knee. It was… one of the best nights she'd ever had.

"Will you come with me to the bathroom," Arizona whispered, her fingers flexing on Callie's knee. April and Teddy, Arizona's colleagues and friends and teammates, were at the bar getting more drinks, leaving her and the blonde alone at the table.

"What for?" She asked, a bit salaciously, wagging her eyebrows a little bit. She would not be having sex with Arizona in a dirty bar bathroom no matter how much the blonde asked. But maybe they could make out a little.

Or a lot. Because Arizona winked at her with a crooked smirk and this woman was so sexy.

She offered Arizona a hand to help the pregnant woman stand and instead of dropping her hand once she was on her feet, Arizona entwined their fingers and practically pulled Callie along behind her to the bathroom. Or she would have dragged Callie, but she didn't need to because Callie was following willingly, right on her heels - flats? - and placed a hand on Arizona's hip so the blonde knew that she was right behind her.

Once in the bathroom Callie was immediately pushed into a stall and Arizona was on her, arms wrapped tightly around her neck and shoulders, fingernails dragging against her scalp and the nape of her neck, the blonde directing her head so she could take the kiss as deep as she wanted.

Their tongues were dueling and somehow Arizona got her thigh between her legs and was grinding on it, Callie slipping lower on the wall so that Arizona didn't have to tiptoe as much to reach both her mouth and her thigh where Callie could feel the pooled wetness through the soft cotton panties she was wearing.

The loud banging of the washroom door startled them from the kiss and their grinding, but not out of each other's arms, and an angry voice that Callie almost instantly recognized was speaking.

"I can't believe she blew me off for that tramp." It was Penny speaking. Penny who she hadn't seen in almost three months. Who had texted her this morning if she was up for a fuck tonight, but Callie decline politely because she was going out with Arizona. "And she's fucking fat too, and just ugly."

"I think she might be pregnant," another voice added, the sound of one of the sinks turning on.

"Eww, that's just gross." Penny said, the sink turning off. "It's not like it's Callie's, anyway. She doesn't believe in raw-dogging."

Callie flushed with embarrassment and She could feel Arizona start to shake.

"Whatever," Penny said again. "She'll get tired of the fat whore sooner rather than later and come back to me."

"How's that going anyway?" The second woman asked.

"I poked holes in the condom's already and I've been off birth control for months. I almost had her a few months ago, but she couldn't get it up." Penny said, rather aggressively. Callie's blood was boiling.

"Why don't you just tell her you want to date her?" The woman asked.

"Please, Callie isn't the relationship type. She's too much of a slut to ever settle down. A baby will trap her and she'll have no choice." Penny trailed off, and Callie could feel that Arizona had started to cry, the tears gathering on her shirt and soaking through, she had to put a stop to this.

"Do you think that's what the whore did? Trapped her?"

"Enough Penny!" Callie yelled, stepping out of the stall, she was dismayed that Arizona followed her, but sidled her body in front of the blondes. She hadn't known about anything the red head had said, and she was shocked to learn that some she thought of as a friend could be so underhanded and cruel, especially to a woman she didn't know, but she couldn't let her keep saying these horrible things about Arizona.

"Oh!" Penny said, a hard look coming into her face as she took in Arizona behind them.

"Yeah." Callie said, feeling Arizona grip the back of her shirt in a tight fist.

"Who's the bitch?" Penny asked.

"Do not speak about her that way." Callie demanded, reaching behind her and was pleased that Arizona slipped her free hand into hers and her grip on her shirt tightened. She could tell that Arizona was still crying, and she wanted to get her out of here, but Penny was blocking the door.

"Is it even yours, or is she just lying?" Penny asked vehemently, poison and accusation in her tone.

"Like you were going to do?" Arizona asked quietly over her shoulder.

"This doesn't concern you, you fucking bitch!" Penny spat, her friends eyes going wide, and Callie stepping further in front of her.

"Penny, seriously, stop talking. We're done." Callie said loudly, tightening her grip on Arizona's fingers.

"Sure we are Cal," Penny laughed stepping forward and lifting her hand to touch her, but Callie saw the move coming with her falsely sweet voice and slapped the hand away, a hard look coming onto Penny's face as she reddened. "You'll get tired of this whore and come back to me, you always do." Then she focused on Arizona and said, "She's mine, she'll always be mine, and there's nothing you can do about it bitch. She's not a one woman kind of girl, and you'll never be enough for her."

"Don't talk about her that way," Arizona whispered. "Callie is wonderful and deserves more than you."

And before Callie could react, Penny threw a punch toward Arizona and she couldn't block it with her hands or her body. So she used her face. The redhead's fist connecting with her cheek, a burst of stars exploding in her eye with the unexpected sucker punch.

*7*

Her eye was on fire. She was just a mess right now. Top to bottom a mess. Physically at least. During the whole scene in the bar bathroom, she was expecting to be a mess emotionally, and she was kind of them, the anger and vitriol she felt at Penny's words directed at her and the accusations hurled against Arizona, they hurt. But she wasn't a mess emotionally because Arizona was still here, with her.

She was leaning back on her couch, her feet propped against the coffee table and Arizona was sitting in her lap, straddling her thighs, the press of her pregnant belly resting heavily and comfortingly against her own stomach, and holding an ice pack to her eye, her other hand trailing softly over her face and through her hair, and her fingernails scraping lightly over her her scalp, fingers trailing through her hair. It was a perfect moment.

"I'm sorry," Arizona whispered. Callie tightened her fingers on Arizona's back which she'd slipped under the night shirt the blonde had changed into when they got back to Callie's house.

"For what?" Callie asked, disbelief and confusion flowing through her. "You didn't do anything." Except defend Callie when she-who-shall-no-long-be-named was saying horrible things about both of them.

"Well…" Arizona trailed off.

"Arizona?" She asked, concerned now because though Arizona hadn't stopped touching her softly and hadn't moved away, she wasn't really looking at her.

"I don't like the things you said to me when I told you I was pregnant," Callie gulped and tensed, but Arizona kept touching her softly and gently and it was soothing her. "It still hurts, a lot Callie, it hurt me, but hearing what that woman was planning and the horrible way she spoke about you and me… I guess, I guess it could seem that way."

"God no, Arizona," Callie said.

"You didn't think it? Even for a second?" Arizona asked softly.

"I did." Callie admitted, raising her hands on Arizona's back. "For longer than a second… it was my first thought, I… I'm sorry."

"Thank you for saying it." Callie gulped and looked at her softly, her fingers still against her cheeks. "It was enough."

The ice pack was removed from her face and tossed to the side of the couch on the floor, and Arizona's fingers trailed up her bruised eye, a look Callie had never seen before on the blonde, the warmth of her filling Callie with something that was a lot more than feelings.

"Why'd you do it?" Arizona whispered softly, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to her cheek right where she'd need punched in the face. The press of lips softer than butterfly wings, barely there but infused with warmth.

"She was saying bad things about you, and I… I couldn't let her." Callie whispered, reaching for Arizona's face to pull the blonde to look at her.

"Why not?" Arizona was inching closer to her now, her lips coming closer and it was all Callie could do to not stare at them. To keep looking into the endlessly blue eyes that reminded her of the sea and the way that it calmed and relaxed her.

"Because…" it shouldn't be so hard to tell Arizona that the blonde made her heart race, that her hair made her smile, that her laugh made her laugh… that her heart was filling.

That she was thinking continuously about those forms, the forms and the blood test she did because Arizona asked her too, that she sometimes looked at Arizona and her pregnant belly and all she could do was stare because Arizona was going to be the best mother… that sometimes Callie thought that she'd be okay as a mom, but with Arizona… they could be extraordinary.

But she couldn't find the words and it didn't seem to matter to Arizona because she whispered "Me too," and then was kissing her hard, fumbling together to remove their clothes and clutch at each other. And then Arizona was sinking herself down into her cock, taking the entire length in her hot depths, the blondes pussy smothering her dick as she moved quickly.

She was wrong earlier, her dick wasn't going to fall off, she had just admitted - in a way - that she was developing feelings for her, that she was thinking about the baby, not just as Arizona's baby, but their baby… her baby. And she didn't say anything, but it seemed that Arizona understood.

"I… I… oh god Calliope, I…" Arizona husked, still rolling her hips against Callie's, her cock moving shortly in and out of Arizona as the blonde continued moving against her.

"I've got you," Callie whispered back, slipping her hands to Arizona's hips to pull the blonde harder onto her dick, Arizona's moans increasing in pitch as she thrust her hips up harder into the blonde.

When Arizona came she pulled her Callie's face into her chest, her swollen and bruised eye pillowed against one of Arizona's soft breasts and her arms wrapped tightly around her head, forcing the orgasm from Callie with an explosion as she stilled her hips and kept her face hurried between Arizona's breasts.

"I think I could fall in love with Calliope."