AN: So, sorry it's been a little while since I've written anything, life has been hectic the past couple weeks. Thank you for waiting patiently while I sorted things out.

This was written in response to a request that was sent my way, I hope I did it justice, and thanks again for your patience. It was NOT an easy one! J As I said before, I will attempt any request sent my way, so if anyone has one, leave them in the reviews or send me a PM.

Chapter 4: How to Love- Lil' Wayne

Callie POV

I never realized how good for me Arizona really was. Before her, I never knew how to love. I thought I did, but I was truly clueless as to what love really was. I bounced around from one meaningless relationship to another, and thought I was in love. Sure, it hurt when it ended, but those things always do. George cheated, Erica showed me who I was, but left before I could do anything about it, but Arizona, Arizona showed me what it really meant to be in love. I've come to realize that when you honestly love, you'll give up anything for that person, without a second thought. I was willing to do that when the whole baby issue came up, but I'm glad I didn't have to, she bent for me. It just proved again what love really is.

I didn't realize how long I had been sitting there with my thought until the door opened, startling me from them. "Baby, why are you sitting here in the dark?" I looked up, startled at the arrival of my love. "I didn't realize it was dark" I replied. "Is everything ok?" she asked. "Yeah, fine" I replied. "Then why are you sitting her in total darkness?" "Just thinking." "Care to share?" she prods gently. I patted the sofa next to me, inviting her to come sit next to me. She crosses the room, a look of confusion on her face as she switches on the lamp on the table before joining me on the couch. "What's up?"

I sit there quietly for a minute, trying to gather my jumbled thoughts into something coherent, and try to explain to her how I'm feeling. "I was sitting here thinking about our relationship." I tell her. At her questioning and slightly worried look I add "nothing bad, just reflecting." The worried look disappears, to be replaced by one of puzzlement.

"See, you've been the best thing to ever happen to me. You've taught me so much about myself, and what it means to truly love another person. Sure, I love my family, but I've never honestly given my heart to another. Yeah, I married George, and I thought loved him. Looking back, I don't know that I really did. Sure, there were strong feelings there, but now I'm not sure they were ever really love. Erica, we both know what a disaster that turned out to be. I learned things about myself, but I can honestly say I didn't love her. It wasn't until you that I fell in love for the first time. With them, I never would have been willing to change and grow the way I have for you. Every day we spend together, I become a better person. I've been willing to give up dreams, and change things I never thought I'd change, because I couldn't picture life without you. I lived without you for almost thirty years, but I wasn't really living. I was existing. Even when you didn't want kids, and I did, and we went our separate ways, I still spent every day thinking about what you'd think of every decision I made. I wondered if you'd be proud of the choices I was making, and what you would think. When you told me we'd have ten kids, my heart soared, because I realized you were bending for me, because you love me. I can exist without you, but I can't LIVE without you, and it's because you've taught me and shown me how to love, and what love is really supposed to be." I finally paused to take a breath, and looked into her eyes, and was startled to find tears there. "Arizona, why are you crying?" I asked.

"Calliope, everything you just said, I feel it too. I was in relationships before you, but nothing ever compared to what I feel when I'm with you. My heart aches when you aren't around. That time we spent apart was the worst of my life, even worse than when Timothy died. I thought life ended when he died, and I couldn't go on, and that didn't even compare to how it felt to walk away from you, and then to have to see you every day, to have to not touch you, to not kiss you, try to be this happy person when I was dying inside. I never understood what it meant when people said they loved someone with all their hearts, until I met you."

I couldn't help myself, I had to kiss her. I pulled her into my arms, and pressed my lips to hers tenderly. It started as a slow kiss, but quickly turned more passionate, as her tongue slipped out and ran across my lips, asking for entrance. I parted my lips, granting her silent request. Our tongues softly slid together, in a familiar dance of love, leaving us both breathless. We parted when the need to breathe out weighed our need to be close, and I rested my forehead against hers. Looking deep into her eyes I murmured "Make love to me baby." She smiled softly, before rising from the couch and offering me her hand, and pulling me to my feet, then leading me to our bedroom. She left me in the doorway, crossing the room to light the candles we had scattered around the room.

Once the room was bathed in the soft light, she returned to me, and once again kissed me softly. We just stood there for what seemed like an eternity, there was no need to rush tonight. Again, oxygen became an issue, and she pulled away to pepper my face with butterfly kisses, as she reached down lift my shirt over my head. Once it was discarded, she continued her gentle assault of my face, working her way to my neck. "Baby" I moaned. I felt her smile into the kisses she was lavishing on my neck, she knew just how to get me every time. Needing to feel her skin, I removed her shirt as well, relishing the feeling of our chests together, just our bras between us. She lifted her lips to mine again, as her hands danced along my sides, tickling my ribs, and moving around to my back. I felt the pull of my bra, before it slackened as the clasp was released. She pulled away from the kiss, and began kissing her way down my neck, along my collar bone, and down my chest.

I threw my head back and moaned in pleasure, as she kissed between my breasts, before running her tongue over my right nipple, while slowly rolling my left between her fingers. She walked me back to the bed, never breaking contact with my chest, until I fell backwards onto the bed. "You're so beautiful" she murmured, and she gazed down at me, from her standing position over me. "Lay back" she told me, and I gladly obliged, sliding up the bed until I was laying on the pillows. She reached around and unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the floor, then shimmied out of her jeans, leaving her in only her navy blue lacy panties before crawling up the bed and laying over my prone body. "You're still wearing too many clothes" she teased, before opening the button on my khakis, and working them down my hips. I lifted my hips off the mattress to assist her in her task, and she tossed them over the end of the bed, before kissing her way back up my leg, starting at my ankle, and working tortuously slow up the inside of my leg. She nibbled and sucked her way from my knee to the inside of my thigh, and I was writhing under her touch. "Baby, please" I begged. "I need you" "You'll get what you need my love, have patience just a little longer" she replied. She kissed her way up my body, until her lips met mine in a passionate kiss, as her hands wandered their way down.

I felt her fingers wandering around the waistband of my panties, and I bucked my hips, hoping to get her hand where I really wanted it. She dipped just the tips of her fingers under, softly rubbing the soft skin there, and pulling her hand back out. I felt both hands at my waist, inching my panties slowly down. She slowly pulled them down and off, and kissed along my jaw line, until I felt her hot breath tickling my ear. "I love you so much Calliope" she whispered in my ear, before gently sucking my earlobe into her mouth. She nibbled on my ear, as she ran her fingers through my wet folds. I moaned loudly "God baby, that feels so good." She circled my clit with her fingers, before dipping into my with just the tip of her finger. I moaned loudly, but before she could get too far, I reached down and grabbed her hand, stilling her movements. She looked at me, her eyes dark with arousal, and full of questions. "Baby, why did you stop me?" "Together" I said, "I want together." She smiled, before reaching down to remove her own panties. She knew what I was thinking, and although we didn't do this often, I loved the feeling of closeness it gave us when we did, and the final product was always amazing.

She slid off of me, and I sat up, and leaned against the headboard of the bed. Once I was comfortable, she climbed into my lap, kissing me deeply, while reaching between our legs. She parted my folds, along with her own, and began rocking her hips against mine, causing our clits to rub together. Our moans and breathless gasps filled the air, as we held each other tightly. "Baby, I'm so close" I managed to gasp out, looking deeply into her eyes. "Me too" she grunted, holding my gaze. We fell together, managing to keep our eyes on one another as our orgasms wracked our bodies. As the aftershocks left our bodies, we collapsed in a heap together, wrapped around one another. I pulled her into my arms, and pulled the blanket up over us, as we lay there basking in the afterglow of our lovemaking. "Thank you for teaching me how to love" I tell her as we drift off to sleep.