My Best Friend's Wedding

by AlwaysOnCall

A story about love, and how things aren't always as they seem. M for later chapters.

10. Chapter 10 Extended

**I decided to make this like one of Grey's 2 hour events...Two chapters in one! Enjoy!

Chapter 10

Arizona:

I keep thinking back, to the other night, when Callie and I almost...Well, were we going to have sex? It's been 2 days and I'm still not convinced we were going to.

I would have thrown my rules out of the window if she had wanted to keep going. Of course, I would've thrown my phone out of the window. Basically, anything that was standing in the way of me seeing Callie naked, was disposal that night.

I knew Callie was drunk. I didn't care. You can be a saint, with the best of intentions, but when Callie Torres is hovering over you giving you sex face, you tend to not give a shit.

I had also been pissed. Callie had ignored my calls all night to go out drinking and singing about vagina's.

I don't even want to know, why Meredith Grey was singing about, hopefully her own, vagina. But I do care, why my girlfriend, was out singing about hers!

I felt like an idiot that night, because I wasn't sure how to say, "Hey, babe, can you only harmonize about your lady place with me?" I have a feeling this is ONLY a situation that comes up dating Callie. No one else has ever had to have this conversation, in the history of communicating. Well, aside from now, possibly, Derek Shepherd.

It was very awkward the next day, when Callie finally rolled out of bed, hungover, and not especially in the mood to talk about her adventures.

I wasn't in a rush to hash it out either! Of course, I want her to be able to go have fun. I'm not the smothering type, but with Callie I do feel a little...different. I don't want to call it possessive, so I won't. But, it's a very thin line, one that I'm constantly keeping in check.

I don't want to be that person. I never have been with anyone else I've dated. That being said, I have no idea how Callie is, in relationships. The few that she's had, while I've been around, she's been very private about.

I always thought it was kind of strange that she never confided, in me, when it came to who she was dating. It was always more of a 'Mark thing'. Now I guess it makes sense, if you are harboring feelings for someone, you don't want to talk to them, about who you are currently filling your time with.

We talked briefly yesterday, after she got home from the hospital, and I feel somewhat better. Sometimes you just need to vent and let your hair down. I get it. However, I made it clear I wanted a night of drinking and singing about my vagina, and she happily agreed.

I think having a girls night in, with just the two of us, will get us back on track. A night like we used to have before all of this.

Wine, movies, and then we can go to our separate rooms. I wince at the thought, maybe cuddling won't hurt for one night? We are adults.

I move back into the kitchen, where I had left my coffee on the counter and sit down. Drinking it slowly, I let my mind wonder back to that night. Then I realize how early it is and skip the sexy part; instead I move onto my feelings about her being at a bar.

Callie, looking like she does, at a bar. With people...staring. Ugh. I slam my coffee cup down a little harder than planned. I peer over my shoulder, towards Callie's door, to make sure she isn't up yet.

I let out a laugh. It's 7 am, of course she isn't up yet.

I return my focus to the coffee.

Callie is hot, like, dirty hot. I know people look at her first, because she is breathtaking, and commands the room. But they look again, because you can't believe, all of that, is actually in your presence.

I've seen people walk into parked cars, trying to get a better look at her. I laugh out loud again. One guy walked into a parked car, dropped his phone, and spilled a drink down his shirt, outside of the hospital when Callie was walking out one night. It was a while ago, she was dressed in this skin tight, curve hugging black dress. I remember exactly what she was wearing, because if I hadn't had a clear path in front of me, I would've walked into something too.

Callie was oblivious to the people dropping like flies around her, I like to think when we lock eyes she zones in on me, and the rest fades away, but that's probably just what happens from my point of view. I can't look at anything else even if I want to. It's like she has her own gravitational pull and I'm constantly falling victim to it.

A soft thud, coming from Callie's room, means she's up and I start fidgeting with my shirt and run a hand through my hair. So far I've been able to "Wake Up Like This" because I get up way before she does. She hasn't seen the drool, and bed hair yet. I'm trying to keep the fun, cute, completely unrealistic, fantasy version of myself right now intact.

The door swings open and Callie stumbles out with her sleep mask sitting on top of her head. Her hair is down and all over the place, she pads into the room; eyes barely open. I look closely at her, her shirt isn't ...Is her shirt on backwards? I raise the cup to my lips to hide my smirk. What does she do at night?

"And just why are you so smug at..." Callie puts the coffee pod in the Keurig and looks at the clock on the stove. "7:28?" She groans at the time.

I sit my drink down and grab the paper beside me, opening it to look uninterested in the heavenly gift, that is her body. I know I have no control around her, but she doesn't get to know that.

I have to at least try to keep my cool, "I think the more important question is; why are you up? Isn't today your day off?"

Callie moves over to the counter, across from me and leans on it, reading the other side of my paper. "Today and tomorrow! I have to pick up Mark from the airport, in a little bit though." She flicks the back of the paper with a grin, and turns to get her coffee.

I neatly fold the paper and sit it back down. Getting up, I walk around the counter and stop behind her leaning my back against the marble. "Is your shirt on backwards?"

Callie looks down and then throws her head back, looking up at the ceiling, she let's out a throaty laugh. "I wish I could say this never happens."

I watch her, studying the way she takes three Splenda out of the cabinet, but only ever uses one. She puts one splash of creamer in, and then I wait for her to take a sip, and say how she made it too sweet. This has become my favorite part of the day.

She turns around and moves closer to me, taking a sip on the way, "Ew. Too sweet." She looks at me curiously, while I just grin at how easily I've fallen more in love with this fascinating, infuriating, all-consuming woman.

We still haven't said that we "love" each other out loud, again. I think it's just a vulnerability thing. No one wants to be the first one to do it, just in case the other has any hesitancy.

She slides her arm beside me, placing her coffee on the counter. She let's her hand graze my side, as she pulls her arm away. I quickly grab her, before she removes it completely. I pull her into me and give her a small kiss. I can't resist.

She leans in and places another soft kiss on my lips, "Hi."

"Good morning." I mutter back. I slip my hands around her waist and she supports herself on the counter, with her arms on either side of me. I don't mind being blocked in by her, she smells like laundry detergent and coconut. Her stare is intense, but I don't break her eye contact. She likes to challenge me, to this sultry staring contest, and I never back down. Not anymore.

I run my hand through the long, dark, black hair in front of me, and pull it to one side, exposing her long caramel neck. She instinctively tilts her head. I keep my hand in her hair and gently use it to pull her neck to my mouth. As I place the first soft kiss, I feel her body tense and she steadies herself against the counter. I smile into her neck and slowly leave a trail. I get to her shoulder and pull the thin pajama shirt to the side, revealing more skin. The cool air causes her to shiver, and she let's her head fall back. I move my hand from her hair, to the back of her neck, and kiss across her collar bone and over to her shoulder.

I hadn't realized how worked up we both were, when the doorbell rang, and I could finally see clearly. Callie had somehow managed to get one hand down the back of my jeans, and was firmly cupping my butt. The other hand was doing a bad job of keeping her balanced, she was basically on top of me, and I was drinking in every second.

I had successfully removed one full arm, from her shirt. This left the top of her breast exposed. When we finally pulled away, the realization of how lost in each other, we had become, made both of us blush.

Callie ran her hand through her hair. Then she pulled her shirt completely off.

I get all of the headlight references now. I get why they compare breasts to headlights, I get why they use the expression "A deer caught in the headlights." All of it. I was staring and I wasn't looking away, but she was standing top less in front of me, she wanted the staring.

I let my eyes roam her chest and then look up to meet her dark eyes, shinning at me, a wicked smirk on her lips. She turns her shirt inside out, and throws it quickly back on over her head. As she walks away she slaps my butt, "They are just boobs, Dr. Robbins." I know my mouth is wide open; I turn and watch her walk to the door in disbelief.

Those, those are not just boobs. Evil.

Callie opens the door to reveal April, looking frantic, and on the verge of a nervous breakdown. Oh no. I hadn't told Callie about April being pregnant! The night Callie was out with Meredith, April came over and I got her to tell me. She had left optimistic, about telling Jackson, so this can't be good.

I adore Callie, like 'will sit through 12 seasons of her favorite tv show' adore her, but, everyone knows she can't keep a secret. Especially when that secret involves a tiny human. She doesn't have many weaknesses, but a baby? A baby is her Achilles heel.

I round the counter heading for the door, hoping to cut her off...

I'm too late. April starts talking before I can interject, "Arizona's apartment has half dressed men in it, and I can't stop crying over American Bake Off contestants being eliminated!"

Callie doesn't skip a beat with her response, "Too early. Go home, Kepner." She shuts the door in April's face, and walks by me; headed back to her room.

I'm in shock. Normally this would be hilarious, but today... April might go Britney Spears circa 2007.

Callie keeps talking to me, over her shoulder, as I race to open the door, "Oh, she'll be fine. No one cries over American Bake Off! Except for psych patients and expecting moms..."

I slowly open the door to see April, sporting the biggest puppy dog eyes ever, and I can't help but laugh a little. I open my arms and she crashes into me, almost knocking me over. I half hug, half pull her into the apartment.

I can still hear Callie rambling in her room, raising her voice when she hears me pull April in. "Not that you don't belong on the psych floor sometimes! Sorry April, but you know you have your moments..."

I shake my head 'no' at April, trying to keep her stable. She is practically breathing fire. Her nostrils are doing that weird flaring thing. I move out of the way and let her sit down on the couch. I go to get her a water and pray that Callie shuts up.

She comes out looking for her jacket, fully dressed, for her day, "Although, I did catch Arizona crying over the the kid version of Bake Off. They are so cute. My kid will cook, I don't know how you get along, in the world, without knowing how to cook?" She gives me a wink, "You are lucky you have me, or you'd never survive." I playfully roll my eyes, while grabbing her coat; trying to push her out the door.

She doesn't seem bothered by my attempt to kick her out, of her own apartment, and grabs her purse.

Before she is completely out of the apartment, she turns and gives me a kiss, on the cheek. "Bye, tonight I'll sing to your vagina alllll night if you'll let me." She smirks and then I feel the light blush creep up my neck, as the guys working in my apartment, across the hall, let off whistles and yelps.

Callie throws her hand up, in the air, victoriously, as she walks down the hallway. I turn to the guys and give them all my Dr. Robbins stare, that is usually reserved for my kids, at work. They immediately straighten up. They have all actually been very nice, and even though it's taking longer than intended, we've gotten along very well.

I shut the door, and April is looking at me quizzically, "You don't...actually...sing to each others vagina's, right?"

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Callie:

I hate airports.

I don't know why? I've never had a bad experience in one. I just hate them.

I think in another life something bad happened to me in one. Or maybe it was a plane? Maybe I was in plane crash, and survived, but passed my fear onto all of my other lives? Okay, no more airport coffee for me. I close the magazine I'm reading, throw it across the row of seats, and stretch my legs. Where is Mark?

"Callie Torres." I instinctively sit up straighter when I hear Bailey's voice. "Why am I'm not surprised to see you brooding in an airport?" I don't know what it is, but her tone makes you feel like your teacher is calling on you, in class, and you didn't do your homework.

"Bailey?"

The smaller woman sits down beside me, and quickly slams her purse down in the seat, just as a lady was about to take it. She gives her famous 'look' to the woman until she gives up and goes to find another place to sit. Typical Bailey.

"Really?" I shake my head.

"What? I don't know her." Bailey seems justified by her actions, so I let it go.

I change the subject, "What are you doing here? I'm surprised you left the hospital, you know how it gets when you aren't there." It really does get out of hand. When the Chief's away, the mice will...kill people.

"You don't have to tell me, Torres. I'm scared to go home, at night, to sleep! I'm just now starting to trust Grey's batch." She shifts in her seat, "I'm waiting on Ben. Men act like if they don't get picked up from the airport, they can't find their way home."

I nod in agreement and point to myself, "Mark."

Bailey scoffs and rolls her eyes, "Figures."

We sit making small talk for a while, I've always been comfortable with her. We were in the same class, but Bailey always had that leadership air about her. It's just who she was. She led and you followed. No matter who you thought you were.

"So, how's Arizona? You two still..." Bailey raises her eyebrow at me. She likes to know things without having to actually ask for the information. She wants to be included, but left alone at the same time. If it were anyone else it'd be annoying, but with Bailey...it's just part of her charm.

"Good. We're good. Still together. Yeahhh, happy. No complaints. No sex, but.. it's great. Ya know, we are feeling it out. Well, not "feeling it out" if ya know what I'm sayin'.. Just giving it time to develop..."

Stop. Talking. Word vomit is a serious problem for me...

I want to stop, but I keep going, "... Takin' her easy...no rush... "

Takin' her easy? Oh. My. God. Who takes over my brain when I blackout and start over-sharing? A red-neck comedian?

Bailey used to be mortified by my crazed ramblings, but she's familiar with them now. She only shakes her head, gives one stern nod, and puts me out of my misery. "Shut up, Torres."

I stop talking and look at her appreciatively.

"All That... Stuff... Will come when you are both ready. You went from one extreme, of a relationship, to another." I have to agree.

I listen as she continues, "Best friend's to Soul mates. Hell, 0 to 100...real quick."

I stop nodding and look at the tiny woman, who gives a sly grin and shrugs a shoulder, "Tuck listens to that nonsense in the car. What I'm saying is, you two don't know how to do anything half way. You skip all of the stuff in the middle. You've got to slow down, and learn how to enjoy the 1 to 99."

I stare in awe of her. Did she just solve all of my life's problems with a Drake lyric? This is why she is in charge of us all.

She looks around me, and I turn to see Ben and Mark walking towards us. I give Bailey's arm a small squeeze. I don't know how she always knows when to give me a pep talk, when I'm most in need.

This morning got a little heated between Arizona and I. I'm ready for more, but I still have some reservations. I just want it to be perfect. I want to be perfect for her. Tonight will be a good night for us, to get back to basics. Enjoy the middle. When the time is right, it'll happen.

---

I'm clinking all the way to my door. I wasn't sure what Arizona would want to drink and I wasn't sure if April was joining us, so I just bought an entire shelf. I feel a bag start to slip, and then I feel the rest start to leave my hand as well. I brace myself for the sound of breaking glass, but instead hear a man's voice. "That could've been a real mess!"

I open one eye, and see Sammy, the head of the construction crew, holding my bags.

"Nice hands! You just saved my life. The popcorn could get crushed, but if I didn't have the alcohol I'd be running back out." Sammy and all of the guys really, have been nothing but nice. Which makes me laugh thinking back to how Arizona called them miscreants, and watched over them like a hawk for the first two days.

He gives me a smile and waves for me, to head to my door, carrying the bags for me. "Yeah, your lady puts her foot down."

I dig for my keys, "I see she's lightened up on you guys for the most part. How is it coming?"

"Great! I was actually coming to tell her that we should be done tomorrow, but I saw you first. So if you don't mind passing it along? Should be clear from my sex starved, serial killers, around noon." He gives a quick wink and hands me my bags back as I open the door.

I thank him and then waste no time getting inside and cracking the bottle of whatever I come to first. Tequila. Okay, I sit it aside and find the wine. I just need the edge off, not my clothes.

Tomorrow? I know it's irrational to be upset. It's been a week and she's only across the hall, but I've loved having her here. It's been hard enough having her one room over. I don't like the idea of her not being here all of the time.

I skip the cup and take a swig straight from the bottle. Maybe, I can sneak over there tonight and mess something up? I take another swig. Okay, now I'm turning into an episode of I Love Lucy.

I tip the bottle back and chug a few seconds as I turn around and face the living room. I choke and spit wine everywhere when I see Arizona and April staring at me with matching surprised expressions. I wipe the wine from my chin and motion to the stuff I had brought home. "I have popcorn and tequila!" Arizona grabs the liquor and April goes straight for the snacks. Yep, tonight will be fun!

...

"No! We weren't singing to our vagina's we were singing about the word vagina!" Why is this so hard for April to get?

"Ohhhhh! Okay!" April nods furiously, but then looks confused again.

Arizona pours another shot for herself and waves her hand at April, "Don't try to figure it out. Some things we don't need to know."

I laugh at the slight slur she has going on. Drunk Arizona is beyond adorable. I wouldn't say she was drunk just yet, though. Maybe after this next shot...

I grab my drink and then stop, "April are you sure you don't want a drink? If you don't work until tomorrow you can have one or two!" I notice April shush Arizona and they swat at each other a little. "Okay, what's going on?" They both fall silent. Arizona starts eating chips, while April looks like she just got caught stealing from the collection plate.

Liars! I know they are hiding something, "Oh, you two have secretssss!" This will be easy. Arizona is a truthful drunk, and Kepner can't lie in front of God.

Arizona tries to speak through the chips, "No we don't! Nothing..we know..nothing." April looks everywhere but at me, "Jackson is late! He's supposed to be here by now."

"Okay, you are going to hold out on me? That's fine, but I won't tell you what Mark told me, when I picked him up today." I sip on my drink and wait for them to cave.

Arizona eyes me carefully, "Mark? What? Did he sleep with a stewardess? That's not news Callie, that's Saturday." April barks out a laugh and they try to high five but Arizona misses. What dorks.

I chuckle at them, "No, this is brand new, news." They both perk up, and April sighs like she is about to give in, but Arizona yells out before she gets a chance. "APRIL IS PREGNANT!"

Arizona immediately covers her mouth, and April throws her hands up in the air.

I nearly spit my drink out, for the second time tonight. "Wait. What?"

They both shake their heads yes, and I start to think back to this morning, and to the past few weeks. This makes a lot of sense. I stand up and hit play on the music we had forgotten about a while ago.

"April this is amazing! A baby!" I pull them both up and bust a move.

Arizona wastes no time joining in, "Okay, alright!"

April takes a little more coaxing, but finally she is up and dancing with us too. We all bounce around, and twirl, and bask in the moment. I'm truly happy for her. My heart is happy for our friend.

The door bell rings, and I shake it over to the door to find Jackson, looking a little terrified. He peeks his head in, and cautiously walks through the door, looking at his wife and Arizona, who are now spinning each other. "What is happening?"

I pick up the remote and turn the volume down a little, "We are celebrating! Congratulations!" I hold up my hand waiting for a high five, while still trying to do a shoulder dance. It was not easy, and he was making it awkward...

Arizona quickly slides in and takes the high five for herself, she didn't miss this time.

April nearly falls trying to get over to us, "Uh ...Yes. We..are..celebrating!"

Jackson looks at his wife and then to Arizona, who is smiling weird, and way too hard. Oh no. Jackson doesn't know! Arizona is smiling so hard it looks like her face may hurt. She will give this away.

I have to recover. Think..."Yeah, on the..uh..Mark. Congratulations ..on.. Mark!" That didn't come out right, but I'm going to just go with it.

Jackson looks completely lost. "I didn't.. make... him?"

I laugh a little too loudly and Arizona and April laugh too, trying to help me out. This is a hot mess.

"No, I mean because Mark got the grant money for those new facial reconstruction graphs you two wanted!" Okay, this wasn't my news to share, but Mark would forgive me, I picked his ass up from the airport!

Jackson breaks out into a huge grin, "He seriously got the grant?"

"Yep, I picked him up a little bit ago, but let him tell you. He's excited." I pat him on the back and look over at April who is mouthing 'Thank You'. That was close, they are lucky I can hold my liquor.

...

I bring over two drinks, one for me, and one with a pink straw for Arizona. I really enjoy watching her drink out of it. I never paid attention to how someone transferred a drink into their body. Just another thing she does, that seems insane, to drool over. I really am a lost cause.

After April and Jackson left we watched a movie, cuddled innocently, and now we are sitting cross-legged on the floor, just like we always do. Except nothing is really like it used to be. Instead of constantly fighting the urge to hold her hand, or draw incoherent patterns along her arm, while the movie played, I did both. I can do pretty much whatever my body wants, and this realization is starting to dawn on me.

Arizona plays with her straw and then perks up, "Oh, by the way April thinks before two women have sex; they sing to their vaginas." She casually throws this information out, like it's no big deal.

"Wow, you are going straight to hell." If I wasn't in love with her before, I certainly am now.

I ponder for a second, "What's our song of choice?" A well placed prank is always something I'm down for. Especially if Arizona is doing it, she is annoyingly believable. No one ever thinks she's lying.

She shrugs and picks at the rug, "I told her dealer's choice. But, I may have said you really like singing 'Lady Marmalade' to mine."

"Arizona! That's one of the only songs I know all of the words to! Now, I'm going to have to be extra careful I don't hum that at work." I really hope April goes around thinking this is a fact. Some times it's the small things in life that bring endless joy.

Arizona smiles making her dimples pop.

I clear my throat, "So why hasn't she told him yet?"

She tilts her head, still unknowingly playing with the rug, "Mm, I think she's just nervous. They were talking about her sister being pregnant, and he made a comment about how he's glad they are waiting until they are 'ready' to have kids."

"Ah, and she had just found out she was pregnant?" I take a sip of my drink. Wow, I was heavy handed with these.

"Yeah, I told her that was just an off handed comment. If he knew she was pregnant he'd be thrilled!

" I watch Arizona closely. She has always been very adamant about not wanting kids. It never bothered me before, but now it's something I know we'll have to discuss. But that's not for tonight. I decide to change gears. "Okay, tell me something you've never told me before."

She looks at me for a second and then smiles, "Okay...um...one time, at the coffee cart, I stole a piece of pound cake."

I roll my eyes at her.

"No, I'm serious! I was in between surgeries and starving, and the girl had been on break for well over her allotted time. So, I went behind the cart and took it." She sips on her straw and looks like she is very proud of her rebellious ways.

"Oh, come on! That doesn't count! This is a drinking game. It needs to be dirty! Plus, I know you left the money; so that's not even really stealing!"

She looks offended, "I did steal it!"

I raise an eyebrow at her.

"Well, you aren't supposed to be behind the cart, Calliope! They don't like it. And, I didn't have a quarter, so I didn't pay for all of it!" She sits back against the couch and I lean in and kiss her cheek. "You are a rebel." I whisper to her.

"Okay, fine. I can play this game." She sits up and squints her eyes, this must be her thinking face. "Oh, I know! Okay...well, once I called someone the wrong name in bed."

This catches my attention. "Oh really?'

"Yep. Not one of my prouder moments, but it happened."

I need a little more detail, "Did you have so many women, in and out of your bed, you forgot?" I like getting to know these things. I'm not sure how much I want to know exactly, but I don't mind testing the waters.

She shakes her head, "No, It wasn't in the heat of the moment...it was more..."

Now I was really interested, "Did you have a sex dream about someone and say their name, while sleeping in bed with someone else?"

Arizona ducks her head and starts downing her drink, a slight blush creeping up her neck.

"Oh my god. Is it weird that's turning me on?" I give her a small wink trying to relax her a little bit. Of the two of us, I've been the most open about my sex life, but not really the details of any relationships.

I just never felt like she cared, not in a dismissive way, but more like she didn't need anymore than I was willing to offer up. Which now I get why we both withheld these details.

"Well, it'd really turn you on to know it was your name." Now it was my turn to blush. I...yep, this game is getting interesting.

"Really?" I'd had my fair share of Arizona sex dreams, I have twice as many now! But I never thought about her having them about me. Now I really want her to describe it, but we are already treading on thin ice.

"Yes, and that's all you are getting about it, right now. It's your turn!" She pours another drink, taking my cup and filling it too.

"Okay, well..." I have one, but I'm not sure I want to say it. Oh what the hell, maybe it'll help with the reservations I've been having, and even if it doesn't, I can blame it on the alcohol. Worked for Jamie Foxx...

"After Colleen and I cooled down, I slept with another woman. It was more of an experiment than anything..."

Arizona was studying my every move, "Like to see if you were sure you liked women?"

I shook my head, "No, that part was pretty clear." I motion to her, making her smile. "But.." I can't believe we are talking about this, I'm starting to realize how pathetic this is going to come off.

Arizona moves closer, "It's okay, you don't have to."

I laugh, "It's not that bad, it's just...with Colleen...I never...had an orgasm, so I thought maybe it was her, maybe it was me? I met this woman and..." Arizona is hanging on to my every word, and if I didn't feel completely vulnerable right now, I'd probably find this hilarious.

"And what?" The suspense is clearly killing her. She has practically chewed a hole through the straw.

"And nothing! I mean...she tried everything. I do mean everything.."

At this Arizona holds her hand up, "Okay, I don't need that much detail." I laugh and continue, "Well, I thought maybe it was me. With guys I never had a problem, so I had to conduct an experiment on myself..."

Arizona is smiling at me, clearly already ahead of my story, "I think that's probably pretty normal. And did you find that all of the results came back in working order?"

I love that I can talk to her about literally anything and she doesn't make me feel crazy, "Well...I tried to fantasize about a hot guy the first night."

Arizona makes a frowning face jokingly. "Who was it? Wait, I don't want to know. Unless he was famous, I can handle unattainable fantasies."

I laugh, "So you don't think I could sleep with Jason Momoa?"

She thoughtfully considers this, "I think you could, I just don't think you will ever be in a close proximity to him."

I nod, "So, you feel secure based on location?"

She purses her lips and then gets that mischievous sparkle in her eye, "I'm banking all of my security, on the fact, that we never see celebrities. But, if I spent all day worrying about people being interested in you; I'd never get any work done. You are everyone's type. You've got a lot going on." She motions to all of me.

I blush severely at this, I try to get back to her question from earlier, "Well, let's just say, I was successful, but there was much to be desired, with the Momoa fantasy."

Arizona nods, "Well, that's how I imagine encounters with any male to go..."

I laugh and take a sip. "Then, another night I decided to think about someone I knew." I take another sip and avoid making eye contact with the small blonde, who is staring so hard, she could burn holes into my skin.

"And how did that go?" She just wants to hear me say it. I took us on this path, so I really can't back out now.

I clear my throat, "Well...at first I felt kind of embarrassed. See, I knew I had feelings for this woman, and I knew thinking about her, in this way, might make it harder to be around her every day."

Arizona scoots closer, "Mmm, yeah I can see how that would be difficult."

I turn and rest my elbow on the couch while staring at her, "Yeah, but I thought it's just a fantasy right? It's not like I was ever going to really be with her. The problem is, I had this very passionate memory playing in the back of my mind. We had kissed once, and I couldn't stop thinking about it."

Arizona mimics my position on the floor, and places her elbow on the couch as well, "Then you definitely needed to do something about it."

I let my eyes glance at her lips and then back to her eyes, "Definitely." We hold each others gaze for what feels like forever, and I reach up and tuck a loose strand of golden hair behind her ear. My finger slowly traces her jawline, on it's way back, and I notice her eyes darken a shade.

She clears her throat, "So?"

I think back to the night I had actually tried this experiment. I felt even more dirty about it, because she had just been over at my apartment, with Polly. Not to mention she was only across the hall. After a few minutes of pep talking myself into doing it, I finally just gave in to my fantasy.

And it was...It was...well, it was everything I had been missing with everyone else. Just the thought of Arizona, while touching myself, had sent me into an orgasm faster than any time I had done it before. It was so powerful, in fact, I had decided not to do that anymore with her in mind, because it scared me a little. I didn't want to only be able to orgasm, by thinking of her. That definitely wasn't a healthy way to go about life, for me, back then.

I feel really hot. This girls night just turned into a ladies night. I'm supposed to be enjoying the middle! Not 'starting from her bottom now we're here!'...I roll my eyes at myself...I blame Bailey for this...

Arizona is looking at me with a knowing smile, "Was I that good?"

I laugh, "I have a very active imagination."

She sits her drink down on the table, and in one swift movement she is almost in my lap, "Can we make out like teenagers and then go sleep this alcohol off?" I slide my arms around her waist pulling her fully onto me, "Absolutely."

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Arizona:

I hit my phone to see what time it is. 2:15. I roll over, trying to get comfortable.

The alcohol has well worn off by now, and the silence is deafening. I wonder if Callie is still awake?

I get up and open my door, it's pitch black, I pad softly down the hallway and notice her door is barely cracked.

What am I doing?

I scurry back to my room and jump in the bed, throwing the covers over me. Why am I creeping on her? Well, I know why. Listening to her talk, vaguely, about getting herself off to the thought of me? Yeah, that was just about all she wrote.

I still need to send a thank you letter to Jose Cuervo, because I think it's the only reason I was able to keep my composure. The 'making out' thing, was a good idea, until I let my hand wander a little too freely and we had to part ways. It was getting late, and we had an unspoken agreement to not let our first time be under the influence.

It's becoming painfully clear we can't have any type of normal night together anymore. The two of us, alone, is no longer safe. I'm not sure it ever, truly, was.

I roll over on my back and dramatically throw my hands down on top of the fluffy comforter. I've been here for over a week, and this isn't even the room Callie sleeps in, but it still smells like her.

Staring up at the ceiling, I perk up a little when I hear the sound of a floorboard creak. I lay as still as possible, with my eyes tightly shut, trying to heighten my sense of hearing. I don't know if Callie really got up or if it's just wishful thinking.

A few seconds go by, and I definitely hear more creaking floorboards, but then the sounds get further away. It almost seems like she did exactly what I just had.

My heart rate spikes up, I didn't actually think she would come to my room, but now it seems possible. When she told me about Colleen and the other woman, I honestly had a feeling I never thought I would. I was nervous. All of the day dreaming, and fantasizing about what I would do to her, hadn't prepared me, for the actual act. Now, not only will it be our first time, but if she doesn't climax, I may panic.

Sure, an orgasm isn't all there is to sex, but it's pretty freakin' important. And, what if it isn't something that ever happens? I know, it shouldn't' worry me, it's about the connection, and we are obviously attracted to each other, but now I'm really concerned I won't live up to whatever fantasy she has built up in her head.

I let out a long breath I had been holding. I'm being ridiculous, I've had Callie on the brink multiple times. I'm awesome!

I throw the covers back and get up, I can do this!

I head back out into the darkness. This time Callie's door is closed. I stand outside of it trying to hear if there is any movement. I don't hear any sounds, so I decide to go back to my room, she really could use a light back here, you can't see anything.

Just as I turn to head back, I'm pushed against the wall. Instantly I recognize the scent, strong hands hold me in place by the waist.

Callie is inches away from my face, "Great minds think alike." I feel her warm breath on my lips. I reach out and my hands find her shoulders. I steady myself and let my head fall back against the wall.

After a few seconds I find my voice, "I'm done waiting." I had planned on saying something witty, but fuck it. My body was on fire, in this moment, I only wanted one thing. And that one thing had me pinned against the wall.

Before I could register what was happening, Callie had me through her door and thrown on her bed. The lamp on the nightstand, gave the room a warm glow. I still had to strain a bit to see, but I could make out every inch of the goddess in front of me.

At some point she had discarded her pajama top, she hadn't been wearing a bra most of the night, something I had immediately picked up on, when we changed into our night wear. She is now standing at the end of her bed in only her shorts. I sit up on my elbows, and watch as she slowly takes down her shorts along with her underwear. If she is even wearing any.

A slight chill goes across my body as I think about her laying in this exact spot earlier with no panties on. Maybe she was thinking about me...

Lost in my thoughts, I snap my attention back to her, as she slowly crawls her way up to me. She stops as she gets to my legs and sits back. I'm staring at everything. I don't let me eyes settle. I give every part of her, equal attention. I lay my head back, on the pillow, and laugh a little. Not really meaning to out loud, but it just comes out.

"Well that's not exactly what I was going for." I prop back up, to see her staring at me, a little insecure. Now I sit fully up, backing against the headboard, motioning for her to come to me.

When she hesitates I decide to try and explain, "I imagined this would be great, I just...I couldn't have dreamed this up. I'm just...I don't..."

She looks at me like I have lost my mind, I think for a brief second I did.

"...I feel like I just got told to go crazy at Disney Land, and I don't know what ride to go on first!" Now I feel insecure.

She breaks out into a huge smile and slowly makes her way up my body. Every so often she stops and removes an article of my clothing, and then places a soft kiss. Finally, she has me all undressed except for my shirt. When she pulls it off, I slam back against the headboard, she follows me instantly and starts kissing my neck.

Straddling me, she's being extremely careful, to not let our bodies touch. It's an infuriating trick. I'm longing for the contact. She has my hands pinned at my sides, and she's moved on to leaving a trail of kisses across my collar bone.

I try to keep my hips from seeking her, so I focus on taking deep breaths. Every single nerve ending, in my body, is on high alert. Callie has made her way back up my neck and she stops just short of my lips. Her ragged breaths are washing over my face. "Our talk earlier tonight didn't freak you out did it?"

I'm looking into her dark eyes and I know she's talking about the 'No Orgasms' thing, but I don't really want to admit that it concerned me. So I answer vaguely, "It crossed my mind."

She is still hovering over me, with a tight grip on my arms. I didn't know what to expect from her, but I was surprised she liked taking this much control. I wasn't complaining, just..surprised.

She bends down and just when I think she is going for the kiss, she moves to my ear and whispers, "I don't think we are ever going to have that problem."

I'm slightly confused, but then she takes my hand and runs it slowly up her inner thigh. My breath catches and I feel like I could cum on the spot. She is dripping down her leg, and I have to keep from bringing my hand to my mouth. I want to taste her, but I don't want to get ahead of myself. I'm not even sure how she feels about that. It's not for everyone.

I can't trust my voice to come out at all after that, so I decide to let my actions do the talking. I break my other hand free and let both hands roam her bare body. It's a feeling that's hard to put into words. I've thought about this for years, even when I told myself I wouldn't, I did. But to now have her in this way? It was a little overwhelming. I had to pace myself. I wanted to savior every inch of this, and her.

The still of the night is broken with gasps, and light moans. I run my hands along her spine, and over her hips. I pause at the small of her back. She is still being careful not to let her body lay on mine, and I'm over waiting. I move one hand, back up, to her face; and tuck a lose strand of hair behind her ear. Her nervous smile is heart warming, and I cup her face, "Trust me." It isn't a statement, nor is it a request. It is just something I feel like I need to say for both of us.

She doesn't say anything, but the look in her eyes tells me all I need to know. She kisses me roughly and I slide down, laying completely flat on my back. She follows me and finally lets our bodies fully connect. I feel like every part of my body could catch fire at any minute. She has my left thigh in between her legs, and I can feel her wetness leaving it's mark on me, as she grinds down.

I can't keep from allowing my hips to move in time with hers, seeking contact as well. I know we both need more, so I languidly run my hands up her back, and in a quick motion I roll us over so that I am now on top.

Callie laughs and I take a second to look at her in the dim light. I kiss her gently, she opens her mouth and I let my tongue slip in. The kiss deepens and I feel a hand snake through our tangled arms and start massaging my breast. I am now fully aware of the liquid pooling at my own center. I only let myself grind down on her leg once...ok, twice, and then I stop my movements. I won't last long, if I give into that temptation. She is working magic on my breasts, and her mouth is igniting every inch of skin it touches.

One hand is still kneading a breast while her tongue draws circles around my erect nipple.

She grabs my butt and pulls me into her, making our centers meet. We both let out moans, and I try to steady myself against the onslaught ,of friction, that is rocking me figuratively and literally.

As much as I want to drag this out, it feels almost impossible to do so. I breathe out a plea, that I'm surprised she hears, "Callie, wait."

She slows her movements and we lay there dripping in sweat, bodies vibrating with pleasure. One rock, of either of our hips, and it would be over.

She moves a little and her clit brushes against me, "I need you to make me cum now, Arizona." She doesn't mince her words, she's direct and sure of her needs. I love that I don't have to guess. There's no hesitation on my end. I know the feeling, I'm there too.

I ease my hand down in between us. I watch her closely, as I part her and gently trace her folds. The sharp intake of breath, and the way she throws her head back, sends a warmness throughout me. I lightly touch her clit, and then apply pressure; circling it a couple times. When I receive the heavy panting I'm waiting on, I then dip one finger into her opening. I let out more of a primal growl, than a moan, when I discover how wet she is. I enter her with two fingers gently, not knowing exactly how she wants me. Her hands leave my ass, and fly up to the pillows behind her head. With my free hand I grab her arm and hold it in place, at the top of the bed.

I thrust into her a couple times, still feeling my way around. She arches each time and I decide to give a little more. Removing my fingers, I brush over her clit again and then she gives me the permission I had been waiting for, "Fuck me, please."

I push two fingers back into her hard, without warning. Thrusting in and out of her, she brings her arms back down and wraps them around me. The shear force of our bodies moving together in time, is banging the headboard into the wall.

I move from kissing her neck, to her mouth, keeping the thrusts consistent. I let my thumb flick across her clit. This seems to be what she needs and I feel nails dig into my back. "Fuck, Arizona!" In a split second decision I make up my mind to taste her. Why not? I'm almost positive at this point she'd let me do whatever the hell I wanted.

I stay inside of her, but quickly slide down her body and replace my thumb, with my tongue. Licking furiously back and forth over the swollen nub, I keep thrusting. My arm is burning, but I won't slow down. I can feel her walls constricting, and her body is trembling. I know she is on the verge of a massive release, and I can't help but smile a little, into her sex.

She starts muttering a slew of explicits, that I really can't make out, because my heart beat is in my ears, at this point.

I feel her body start to clench, and a hand is in my hair, shoving my face a little deeper into her. I don't mind. I like it. She rocks her hips up into me, and with a final few flicks and thrusts, she goes over the edge. She cums hard. It almost makes me cum, watching her.

It's like I can almost feel everything she is feeling. I draw it out, as long as possible, without it being too much. She finally collapses back on the bed, and I kiss my way back up her body. I leave my fingers inside of her and watch as shes gets her breathing under control.

When she finally opens her eyes, I slowly pull my fingers out. She lets out another moan, "Mmmmm, I can't see anything."

I roll on my back, thoroughly proud of myself, and exhausted, "I think temporary blindness is a good sign, but if it lasts for more than several hours see a doctor." She laughs and then rolls over on her side and starts tracing my ribs.

"I haven't...I know it's been a while since I've had sex, but even when I was having it, I wasn't having it like this." She doesn't meet my eyes while she talks, she just keeps driving me crazy running her hand along my side.

I roll over, copying the way she's laying, "Neither was I."

She looks up almost bashfully and a small tint of pink graces her cheeks, "I want to do what you just did for me, I just..."

I don't need her to do anything, I would be content with laying here all night, "All I ever wanted was to be with you, Callie, and here I am! We don't have to do anything else tonight." I need her to really hear me.

She brings her hand up and cups my face, "Thank you, but I was going to say...I just need a little guidance." She pushes me back down, and straddles me again, much like how this night had started.

I reach up and brush her perfect stomach, she grabs my hand and places it on top of hers, then she sneaks them down in between my legs. She pauses just above my center..."Teach me?"

She looks serious and hot. The hotness is always there. I don't know that I've ever been this turned on. I'm sure she doesn't really need any help, but her desire to be the best, at whatever she does, is shinning through brightly and I will gladly be her test subject. Practice makes...me extremely happy, in this case...

---

My mind is up, but my body..my body is still in the sweetest slumber. I keep my eyes tightly closed and let the events of last night wash over me.

A tiny laugh escapes, and I quickly try to suppress it. I can tell by the heavy weight, of a haphazardly thrown arm across my stomach, that Callie is still in a deep sleep.

Her breath tickling my ear, stirs something deep inside me. I'm in love with how 'in love' I am. Me. This is insane. I'm the level headed one, I do not let the idea of the fairy tale, really take over the logical part of my brain. Sure, I day dream and root for the happy ending, but I never actually thought I'd find it. Or that I'd be so unapologetically sappy.

I love the girl, I love the feeling, I love the thought of doing this for the rest of my life. I let out another short chuckle, and this time I feel sleeping Beauty start to stir. The arm on my stomach, suddenly, wraps around me completely; and pulls me into her warm bubble. I'm not against being the little spoon one bit. I curl into her, and she buries her face, into the back of my hair.

"Shut your mind off, no thinking before 8 am." I smile at her the sound of her sleepy voice and her knowledge of me.

I pull her hand up to my lips, give it a kiss, and then tuck it to my chest, "But, I'm thinking about you."

She tightens her hold on me, "Mmm. Well then, carry on."

I feel her breathing even out again, and I listen to the rhythm, until it lulls me back to sleep. Yep, I'm a goner.

...

This time I wake up, and instantly feel the loss of my personal heater.

I can already tell sleeping alone will be my newest challenge. Sleeping with Callie, in any capacity, has ruined me. I'm convinced I'll never sleep peacefully without her now.

I stretch my hand over the cool sheets, where she was only an hour ago. I sit up and stretch. Wow. I roll my shoulders.

I'm sore.

I can't even pinpoint what hurts; it's just an overall reminder of the great sex I had last night. I feel a blush cover my entire body. It was... Amazing.

I get up and try to stretch a little. The cold breeze makes me realize I have no pants on. I look everywhere for them, and then just decide to take a pair of Callie's shorts.

I open a drawer full of shirts, and lift a few, careful not to mess them up. Just as I lift the last shirt a small box is revealed.

It's not just any box though, it's a specific teal that means only one company, and usually only one question.

I shake my head. That's not true, Tiffany's has more than just wedding rings. But, why would she have jewelry of any kind hidden? I know it's none of my business, but it kind of is now, right?

I need to calm down. After one night together, I'm already reading way too much into something that has nothing to do with me. This could be anything. And it could be hers.

Still... it has me curious.

I look at the door and then back to the box. This feels like a huge invasion of privacy. It's none of my business. I put the box back and cover it up. I open the next drawer and find shorts; I grab a pair and throw them on.

Walking into the living room there's a note and a box of donuts.

"Went to get coffee. Tequila can only be defeated by caffeine! - Callie AKA : God, Jesus Christ, and some other names I feel too dirty to write"

I blush for the second time this morning. The sex was beyond amazing. She deserved every name I called her and some.

I sit down and open the box, sex AND donuts? Yeah, I'm marrying this woman. I stop just short of taking a bite. Great choice of words, Arizona! I look back to the bedroom. I shouldn't...

I get up and walk back into the room. Pacing, I start to talk myself into doing something, I know good and well is wrong.

I really don't care, so she has a box? A Tiffany's box. We just started dating.

But...she has had feelings for me for a while. It is possible, right? I sit on the edge of the bed. No, no. I get up and head for the door. Why am I making myself crazy? Callie knows we need to take this slow.

This isn't a romantic comedy, it doesn't really happen like this.

Maybe I could just peek? I run back over and uncover the box again. I turn it over in my hands. Surveying it I feel the blood drain from my face. In Callie's handwriting, I see my name scrawled across the side. I run my fingers across it. So it's for me? It doesn't mean it's a ring. But are we at this point? Are we at the giving expensive gifts part already? And, she couldn't have just bought this, so it's not a 'thanks for the sex' gift. Which, isn't something I think people give one another, except for high end prostitutes. God. I'm spiraling.

I could just ask? I have seen the movies. It always gets worse when the person tries to hide the fact that they know. Katherine Heigl would spend the rest of the movie dropping hints and finding herself in awkward situations. I don't want to pull a Heigl, her movies have pretty much all tanked. If my life is going to be a romantic comedy, it's going to be a good one!

I hear keys at the front door and quickly throw the unopened mystery, back into the drawer. I speed walk back into the living room and throw myself down on the couch. Realizing I left my donut on the counter I sprint back over and take a huge bite, as Callie comes strolling in.

"Coffee has arrived!" She sing-songs her announcement and for a brief second, I forget about the 'thing' and enjoy the sight of her. "I see you found your present!"

I immediately feel guilty and glance back at the bedroom, I start to open my mouth, but swallow the chunk of donut first.

Callie continues before I can say anything. "I knew you couldn't resist, they are soooo good. It's that new bakery down the street!" She sits her things down on the counter and comes over and gives me a kiss on the cheek. Ok, she was talking about the donuts. Got it. Don't pull a Heigl, don't pull a Heigl...

"I was in your drawers!" I blurt out. Jesus, take the wheel.

Callie pushes my coffee towards me with a smirk. "Um, okay? I was in your drawers last night too, grandma."

I laugh and point to the shorts I have on. "Yours." I'm an idiot, but I try to redeem myself, "I might give them back, or you could have them now?" I wink. On one hand I'm clearly freaking out, but on the other hand.. I JUST HAD SEX with the woman of my dreams. Like, every dream I've ever had. I can't help that flirting is getting the upper hand of the conversation.

Callie comes over to me, "Hmm. I'm conflicted. I like you in my clothes, but I've seen you naked." She pulls the waistband of the shorts out and looks down, "Yeahhh, I'm going to need these back." She slides her hands down around my back and rests them on the top of my butt. I throw my hands up around her neck and in one quick move, she lifts me up, and sits me on the counter.

I forget about everything else. This was incredibly hot. Our kisses are slow and my lips move on their own. It's like muscle memory, my tongue traces her bottom lip. Hers hands move under my shirt, and she moans into the kiss when her hands discover my naked breasts. I swing my legs around her and lock my ankles. The kisses become reckless and I've already pulled her shirt off, leaving her half naked when the doorbell rings.

Callie yells towards the door, "Go Away!" Her assault on my neck still in full force, making it hard to worry about anything or anyone else.

"We should probably get it." I pant out.

Callie drops her forehead to my shoulder while letting out a low growl. Reluctantly, she pushes off the counter and looks for her discarded shirt. I take the extra time to straighten my clothes, and think of anything but her, to cool myself down. This includes averting my eyes, as she puts her shirt back on. Stupid hot.

"Coming! " Callie looks at me over her shoulder while heading towards the door, "Well, I would have been." Annddd now I'm turned on again. I hop down off of the counter and move behind her, to see the intruder.

Sammy addresses Callie, and then smiles and nods at me, when I come into view."Hey! We finished earlier than 12, so I just wanted to come by, and let you guys know we're done."

I didn't think they would be finished for at least a few more days."You're done already?" Suddenly, I feel a huge pit in my stomach. I keep my smile plastered on, but it's not genuine, in fact, it probably looks terrifying. I'm not good at faking it.

Sammy gives me a strange look and then exchanges a quick glance with Callie. Before he can feel too awkward she jumps in, "Oh, oh. Yeah! I forgot he told me when I came home last night. It completely slipped my mind."

They are both smiling at me, and I feel pressured to be happy too. "Oh, yay! That was super fast! Well, faster than I expected. Not that I had crazy expectations.." I'm doing a bad job at hiding my true feelings. Callie catches on, to my nervous rambling, and thanks Sammy for me.

She shuts the door, and hangs back studying me. I move over to the counter, and grab a dish towel. I start cleaning it, even though it's spotless.

I don't really have a reason to be upset, but I need to justify my weird feelings somehow. I can either be irrationally mad about Callie not telling me she had spoken with Sammy.

Or, I can be irrationally mad that she's hiding something from me... That I'm not supposed to know about.

It has to be one of those, because I can't admit the reason I'm really upset, is that I have to move back into my apartment.

I shot down, every attempt Callie made at even talking about moving in together. I can't change my mind. I can't be that hot and cold. She probably doesn't even want that still, especially after I made it known I thought it was incredibly too soon.

We sleep together once and then shack up? That's crazy. I realize I've been scrubbing the same spot for too long when I look up and see Callie looking a little afraid.

"I think the finish is starting to come off." Callie walks over and stops my hand from scrubbing the counter away. "Arizona."

I finally meet her eyes. I can't be mad at her, and I can't let my insecurities taint the wonderful few days we've had. Moving in would be crazy. We aren't there yet, but looking at her I know in my heart we will get there.

I drop my shoulders, "I'm going to miss you." It even sounds pathetic, when I hear myself say it, out loud. But, it's the truth. Callie comes around the counter and wraps me up in a hug. I relax and allow myself to melt into her.

"Hey, stay right here." Callie disappears and I wipe a stray tear, laughing at my own absurdity. I'm literally going across the hall. Get it together, Robbins.

"Okay, turn around" I do as she says and notice the small box in her hand.

Okay, now I'm not sure I can handle this. I start to feel panicky. "Wait, Callie hold on a..." Callie cuts me off with a kiss, "Just open the box, Arizona."

I start to open my mouth again but she stops me, "Open the box!" I take it from her and open it.

I feel like an idiot. An idiot that has the best girlfriend in the entire world. Inside the box isn't a ring, and now I feel ridiculous for even thinking it was. It's not even jewelry. Inside is a platinum key chain, with a heart charm, hanging from it. There's also a key already on it.

"Yes. " I say the word before I mean to.

"Yes?" Callie looks taken aback.

"Yes, I'll move in with you!" Callie isn't saying anything so I start to feel uncomfortable. Oh my God! Was this not her asking me to move in?

Callie sees my internal struggle and immediately jumps in, "No, Arizona, absolutely! I just... You said it was too soon?" I take a step back. What did i just do?

Callie moves forward, quickly closing the space, I had just tried to create. "This was meant for you to move in, I swear. I got it the day after your apartment was flooded. But then... you said it was too quick, so I wasn't going to give it to you."

I know the look on my face matches how I'm feeling. Shock and complete embarrassment. Even Heigl wouldn't have done this.

"You were always losing your key so I just... I thought this would be a nice gesture. I was going to put my key on there too!" Callie is talking extremely fast, and I am fighting every instinct to run out of here. It isn't even a key to her apartment! I said YES, to moving into my OWN apartment!

I suddenly find all of this hilarious. Callie is trying to comfort me, but then I start to really laugh hard. She stops rubbing my arms, and dips her head to meet my eyes.

"What is happening? Are you...laughing?"

I start laughing so hard I need to steady myself, a little. I focus on her and see that she is now nervously laughing too, which causes me to crack up even more. After a second, Callie starts really laughing. We stand there roaring with laughter, for a good 30 seconds, both of us wiping our eyes.

I finally sober up, "This, is exactly how it would go, for us." Callie nods.

I look down at the key. It's probably the most expensive key chain I've ever seen. Some times I forget Callie comes from old money. All of her 'mundane' things are probably designer, and could pay my bills for a month. It's just something that very rarely crosses my mind.

I look up to see Callie, earnestly, looking at me and the key. "I meant it though."

"Callie, don't. You don't have to do that. It's fine." I was just being emotional.

"Arizona." She takes the key from me and sits it down. She returns her gaze to mine, and this time I stop projecting my fears onto her, and just listen. "I don't want you across the hall. I don't want you in the next room! I want you in our bed, in our apartment." I feel tears in my eyes as I continue to listen, "So, maybe we don't do the 'middle'. We spent years doing the 1 to 99. I want 100. That's our speed."

I have no idea what the '1 to 99' means, but I get her heart. I know what she's saying. More importantly, I know what she's feeling. I've felt it too, from the start.

Callie takes a second and then continues, "I want you to move in with me."

I don't need to think about it, I already answered her when I wasn't being asked.

"Yes."

She lights up, "Yeah?"

I grab her hand and pull her to the bedroom. "Come on."

Callie let's herself be pulled, "Ohhh are we breaking in our new bedroom?"

I laugh and stop just inside the door, "We have to pick a new color. I love you, but I can't live in the batcave."

Callie looks hurt, but then she breaks into that big smile, I tell myself is just for me.

I look around the room and then back at Callie, who is still smiling. "What? It's edgy, but we have to both be represented, babe. Plus, I think this is why you sleep in so late, it's always midnight in here."

She spins me around and places one hand on my face kissing me with intent. She pulls away slightly still holding me close, "I love you too."

I hadn't even realized I had said it. I don't regret it, though. I do love her. I have loved her. I will always love her.

Callie pushes me down on the bed, "You aren't allowed pastel colors, we can't live in an Easter basket."

I giggle and start removing the shorts, I had stolen, "Pastels are pretty!"

She helps me take them completely off, "No. They are for little girls with pigtails, and no sense of badass-ery yet."

I take my shirt off and watch as she discards her pants, "Callie!" I give my best warning finger and glare.

She ignores both, and is now on the bed, resting on her knees. She has a pair of black lace panties on, and she moves carefully up to meet me, while taking her shirt off in the process.

I raise up to help her pull her shirt all the way off. I tilt my head, "I thought we were fighting?"

She has a glint in her eye. As she throws her shirt across the room, she pushes me back down. She closes the gap between us, undoing her bra on the way, " Oh, we totally are..."