AN: I have to say that the positive response to this story keeps overwhelming me. It gives me such a rush and a push in the direction of writing more. I'm very glad to have created something you guys want to read. Let's keep the flow going… And hey, don't worry – I promised you a movie night, and you'll get it. Not even 'M' is able to ruin that – it's my story after all ;-)

Now, let's see how it goes. Enjoy!

Here we go! Here we goooo… I'm mere inches away from knocking on the blue door that leads into the home of the woman I've come to dream about ever since I saw her…or maybe even before that, and her daughter. Callie and Sofia. And I'm actually on the very verge of falling apart. I'm so nervous which isn't something I usually get, and I'm so excited. Excited to finally be able to see Callie again, to watch as her smile grows on her perfect face, to feel those luscious, plump lips claim mine in a soft waltz, to hear that beautiful voice make every word sexy as hell and more alive than a word has ever been. To sum it up, I'm so very excited. I knock softly with the hand not holding the bottle of wine and the see-through bag with the two Ben&Jerry's I've bought. As I knock I look down at myself, trying to convince myself that I still look good; that I still look hot. Just as I did in front of the mirror 20 minutes ago. My tight jeans hugging my legs and ass…perfectly if I do say so myself, the cobalt blue v-neck shirt showing off my attributes in just the right way – not too much for a "movie night" with the woman you want to conquer and her daughter, and just the amount of enough to get that said woman to long for more. My choice of blue earrings was totally based on the little version of my date…I can call her date, right? We did kiss and all, we've texted each other like crazy since it happened…and now I'm here. At her threshold…where she's invited me to eat and watch movies. With her child that is, but still…I'd like to think at this as an opportunity to get to know her. So, date! Definitely, yes. And we can always-

"Hi," Callie's voice is just as incredibly mesmerizing and sexy as I recall when she opens the door. Her smile almost blowing me away, no…it does. It's magical. And I know that my smile is just as wide and big and thankful for the view greeting me as the one of Callie's.

I tilt my head to fully see every angle of her captivating features. Say something, Arizona. Say somethiiiing. Just anything, come on! "You look really pretty!" Callie's smile breaks into a million of stars and I know I said the right thing. Good on you, Robbins!

"Thank you," she blushes as she looks me up and down, but not exactly in the same way I did in front of the mirror – and I like that look. "You're beautiful," Callie breathes and then reaches for my hand. Those words go straight to my awaiting heart and it feels so good to let them sink in; to get a compliment. I can't remember the last time someone besides kids told me that. I know Kimberley thought I was good looking, she told me in the beginning, but somehow it just never fell from her lips ever again. And now, the way Callie is looking at me, the way her eyes tells me the exact same thing her mouth is, I feel like I'm being seen for the very first time in my life.

As I take her hand and step into her home, I know we both feel it. That amazingly nice electronic shoot. We lock eyes and before I'm even able to control my actions my lips are on hers. It's sweet and soft, her taste making my lips and heartbeat sing. It's beautiful. I can feel her smile into the kiss, and as I pull away she's still smiling. I hand her the bag of ice-cream and the wine bottle with a nervous nod…come on, get yourself together. You just kissed her, she enjoyed it, now…go, behave – adult-like!

"Ooh, Ben&Jerry's! Delicious," Callie exclaims happily. "I'm gonna go put them in the freezer and check on the food," she smiles and all I can do is smile back. "And, oh…sorry for the early dinner, but we just always eat around 6 so it won't be too late for Sofia," Callie apologizes and I can see her waiting for my response. And I really don't have any because I'm lost in the feeling of being here, able to kiss that beautiful woman before me. "So," she drawls, clearly knowing that I'm not so subtly checking her out. "You just make yourself at home." And with that she leaves me in the hall, still kind of already love-struck towards this woman.

I hear soft giggles and talking coming from the door ajar on my right, and after I've placed my purse and jacket on the chest in the hall, I peek in. In the middle of a freakishly big amount of dolls and stuffed animals is a black haired beauty situated. Her little pigtails bouncing as she giggles when she lets the ladybug kiss the Barbie doll. She murmurs something and just as she's let the words spill from her tiny lips, she bursts into a fit of giggles, rolling around between her toys. I catch the glimpse of the bracelet I gave her which makes my heart melt yet again.

"Ladybwug love you, Barbie," Sofia squeals. I keep my head in the peeking position, not wanting to ruin her game or getting noticed as I witness the innocence of childhood. Sofia's giggles subside as she reaches out for a teddy bear, as she places the bear in front of the ladybug her voice goes deep. "No, no. Ladybwug love me. Me big and stwong!" Sofia's face is scrunched up in concentration as she talks and moves and interact her toys. Taking the Barbie doll, she hits the teddy bear with it and softens her voice. "You no got yellow hair!" I can't help but chuckle at that statement, it's so adorable and yet so interesting. The way children act directly from their heart, especially when nobody is around, that's what drew me into the profession in the first place. It's so fascinating to watch the world through the eyes of a child, and right now Sofia paints my choice in neon color without even knowing it. She's just being her and that's what the beauty is all about. Her head snap up and catch me lurking.

"Av-zona!" she squeals in delight. "You come see me."

"Hi Sofia. Of course I did. I promised, didn't I?" I smile and enter her room. "That's some awesome animals you got there. What are you playing?" I ask, crouching down to be in her eye-level.

"Me play love stowy," the little girl explains. "You be Barbie?" Sofia's eyes plead as she stretches her little arm with the doll in her hand out for me.

"A love story, huh? That's cute," I grin and then situate myself on the floor, accepting the Barbie from the girl. "If I'm Barbie, who're you then?"

"Po," she states, showing me the crazy huge, red Teletubbie.

"Oh, cool," I nod which Sofia imitates. "Then who're the bear and the ladybug?" I chance, wanting to know where her inspiration to this game comes from.

"Mama is ladybwug. Dad is bear," she once again explains the characters in her little game.

"Your dad is the bear? How come Barbie hits the bear? That's not nice."

"Bear no got yellow hair, Av-zona. Barbie got yellow pwetty hair. Ladybwugs like yellow hair," she tells me matter-of-factly because that is just how her world works. And who am I to question that? Though the hitting was quite a shock to me. "Here," she hands me the ladybug and a wooden spoon. "Make dinner! All is starwing."

Just as I'm about to play along, a snicker comes from behind my back. As I turn my head to look, Callie's happy face is meeting me. "We can't have you starving. Dinner's ready," she tells us. And just as fast as the Barbie hit the bear, Sofia is on her feet and out of the room.

"C'mon, Av-zona. We have sammon," Sofia calls excitedly.

"Yeah, come on, Arizona. There are lots and lots of salmon for you," Callie plays as she motions with her head toward the kitchen.

Oh my god! Oh my god! If it wasn't from the fact that I knew this woman was a master chef, I'd definitely tell her to drop whatever profession she was in and cook. Cook forever. Because this meal, this dinner, this piece of goodness on a plate – that was just amazing. And it was actually better than the meals I eat at the restaurant. Maybe it's because I know she's been making them specially for me, maybe it's because I ate it in her own private kitchen or maybe it's because I'm in her home and I'm able to do more than just compliment her for her cooking. Nonetheless, this meal was amazing and the comfortable chatting over the table just as amazing. The way the little girl talks is actually very impressive, and it feels good to have her bouncing between us. Not that I wouldn't know what to say to Callie if she wasn't there, it just…it just feels…I don't know, just feels right? Is it possible to feel like this already? I don't know that either, but that doesn't matter. All that matters is that we're comfortable, that I'm more comfortable than I've been in a long time. And that it feels right, almost perfect.

As we load the dishwasher and Sofia runs off to find the movie we're going to watch before her bedtime, I take every chance I get to lightly brush her arm, inhale her scent, and gently stroke her hip. I just can't not do those things. Feeling her eyes on me and the touch of her hand on my lower back more than a couple of times, I know she feels the same way. I bend down to close the dishwasher and when I return up Callie's hands are around my waist. She looks over my shoulder to see if Sofia should've returned with a movie, and I can only assume she hasn't because then Callie's lips softly graze mine. The sensation is still aw-striking. I don't know where to put my hands, I don't know if she thinks I'm crossing a line by draping them around her neck – because that's what I really want to do right now. But the sound of little feet flapping in our direction, make Callie pull away, a sweet smile on the lips that was just on mine as she drops her hands from my waist.

"Pweter Pan!" Sofia exclaims in a high-pitched tone. "Tink-Belle, yay!"

"You wanna watch Peter Pan…again?" Callie sighs with a chuckle. "We always watch Peter Pan. Why not watching another movie…How about Ice Age? The squirrel is so funny," she tries but Sofia doesn't budge, both hands in her sides. "Really, Peter Pan?"

"It's fine with me," I say. "I like Peter Pan."

"Av-zona like mwermaids AND Tiger Lily, Mama. We watsh Pweter Pan."

"That's interesting," Callie smirks, looking at me and then her daughter. "Okay, Peter Pan it is!"

The movie is about 45 minutes in and Sofia's eyes keeps dropping. She keeps her little hand grasping the spoon in her empty ice-cream bowl as she forces her eyes to stay open and her head to stay in contact with the back of the couch. Sofia's tugged in with her duvet between Callie and me, a request she made as soon as Callie popped in the DVD. I can't help but smile at the little girl, her little pigtails gone messy from all the cuddling. And it wasn't just cuddling from her mom, I got cuddles too…great cuddles which felt amazing. This girl is 100 % adorableness and I admire her ability to be such a loving and smart child. Callie takes the bowl and spoon from the almost sleeping child, and places it on the coffee table.

"I'm gonna go put this one to bed," she smiles as she scoops child, duvet, stuffed animals and bracelet into her arms. "I'll be right back."

I watch Callie disappear into Sofia's room, enjoying the view of the woman's very fine behind. Turning my eyes back to the screen, I let a giggle escape at one of Wendy's cheeky lines. I feel heat spread between my thighs as a warm breath washes over neck.

"I see I'm not the only once fancying Wendy, huh?" Callie's husky voice whispers in my ear.

"Nah. She's awesome but she's no Tiger Lily," I play back, earning me a sexy chuckle. Callie rounds the couch and places herself in Sofia's spot, her lips curled into a smug smile and her eyes tuned in on the cartoon. I try to focus on the battle between the flying super kid and the ugly excuse for a fancy pirate, but I can't. Callie's so close and if my mind didn't just imagine it, she actually moved herself closer to me. A tanned hand finds a spot just above my knee and the arm I'm resting my head upon on the edge of the couch's armrest almost tip. Trying to somehow stay in control I clear my throat.

"So…"

"So," Callie repeats as she turns her head and looks at me.

"Thanks for dinner. It was amazing…as usual…you're…I mean, it was…really delicious. Tasted like a…" I ramble off with nowhere to turn or hide or even gather myself when this heavenly woman looks at more OR touch me.

"A secret?" she grins and all I master to do is nod. "You're welcome. The wine's amazing too."

"I did go through a lot of trouble making it for you, you know," I play somehow finding my funny wit.

"Of course, didn't expect anything less from you," she chuckles, squeezing my thigh. Oh dear lord, please make it last forever. The chuckling, the touching, the heat collecting in my panties, the looking, the heart pounding - everything. "Thank you for being so good with Sofia. I know she can be a handful. All that babbling and that," Callie tells me, all of a sudden her face gone serious. She removes the hand on my thigh and I feel the loss immediately, but as she places it behind my head on the backrest of the couch I calm a bit.

"Don't thank me. I like her, she's amazing. Talkative kids are the most fun and fascinating. You know, we had quite the fun before dinner," I smile, needing her to know that her daughter isn't a hindrance or an annoying burden. "Which actually got me thinking…"

"Uh-oh…" Callie raises her eyebrow. And with her being so close I can see all those beautiful muscles work under her skin.

"She made me the Barbie."

"Obviously," Callie winks.

"And hit the bear with the Barbie. Said that that's because he didn't have yellow hair," I tell Callie as I see her wheels churn in her head. "She told me it was her dad."

"Oh," Callie sighs removing her hand behind me. She pulls her legs up on the couch as she fidgets with the hem of her sock, her body turning towards me. "I told her that her dad wants to see her. Tomorrow. Actually he wanted to see her today but that wasn't an option. She's been so excited to finally get the movie night, so I couldn't cancel and I…" she pauses and then find my gaze. "I wanted to see you, too."

"I'm glad you didn't cancel," I say softly, taking the fidgeting hand in mine as I look at it. And out of the blue Callie intertwines our fingers, my eyes snap up to hers and we share a mutual smile. "So, what's with her dad? Why does he want to see her? I mean, I know why but why now? You did say you had some sort of arrangement, didn't you?" I ask. To say I'm confused would be an understatement. I'm very confused but I trust Callie to tell me whatever she feels like sharing, and as her thumb ghost over my knuckles I know she's building up some sort of courage.

"We do. He hasn't really showed any interest in seeing her before, not like he did a few days ago. I got a text from Mark, telling me he's in Seattle and wants to see her. This is out of the arrangement because it's not her birthday or Christmas, so he really took me by surprise," Callie explains all the while our hands stay intertwined and my other hand rests on her kneecap. She looks at my hand and places her own on top of it as she makes a sigh leave her throat. "And if that wasn't enough turmoil, one of my protégés has given me her two weeks of notice yesterday which gives me even less time to be home with Sofia. So as usual Mark's timing is just perfect."

"Callie?"

"Hmmm?" she doesn't look at me so I try again.

"Callie, look at me."

When her gaze finds mine, I give her a comforting smile. "You wanna talk about it?"

Callie shakes her head yes as she answers. "No."

Analyzing her answer as for me to dig a little deeper, I chance. "You told me that he was a nice guy, so I bet it'll go smoothly. I mean, I can understand why he'd want to see his daughter – she is kinda awesome," I nod, giving Callie my best reassuring smile.

Callie buys the smile but then pulls the smile she was just on her way giving me back. "But she's not his daughter. He doesn't know her. He doesn't know all the little things that make her who she is. For example; her crazy obsession with blue things, the hysterical tantrums she pulls whenever she tries to dress herself, the way she always ALWAYS picks the onions out of food if they aren't blended in. He doesn't know that her favorite bedtime story is the short version of Ratatouille or that her first word was fork. He doesn't know anything. He's not her farther. Maybe on paper and on the greeting cards he attaches the gifts he sends twice a year, but not in the ways that really count," Callie takes a shaky breath as I pull over joined hands to my mouth and kiss the back of her hand. "I mean, look at you. You already know more about my daughter than he does and you've spent what…5 minutes with her? He's not a father."

"Do you want him to see Sofia tomorrow?" I ask, my voice calm and soothing as I try to make the woman before me find some sense. "Do you want Sofia to meet her dad?"

"No. Yes. I don't know," she sighs, dropping her forehead to her knees. "I guess so," Callie finally murmurs.

"Okay, then that's what's going to happen," I confirm, I tug in our joined hands and she looks up at me. "If you want, I mean…If you want support or anything, I can be there. It's my weekly day off. But only if you feel like it…"

"You'd do that for me?" Callie's eyes soften and I cup her cheek with my free hand, brushing my thumb over her cheekbone as I slowly nod. "Thank you, Arizona."

I pull my legs up in the couch as well, on both sides of Callie's hips as I squirm myself closer to her; her pulled up knees softly touching my chest. Breaking our hands' holding, I cup both of her cheeks and pull her head up for me to kiss her. Her hands gently rest on my arms as I caress her lips, when she parts her lips the ounce of encouragement I need, I let my tongue glide into her warm mouth. And the sensation I thought I felt with the kisses we've explored before this blows right out the window because this…this is a sensation I didn't know existed. They way our tongues dances is like a movie in slow motion and it ignites everything in my being. Callie's humming sends a delicious shoot through me body, and when we finally break for air I see the stars I've been dreaming about forever. They are right there, shining brighter than I thought possible. I feel amazing. Having this woman to kiss feels amazing. And being the one who put that magical smile on her lips feels even more amazing.

"My pleasure," I grin before pecking her lips again.

"How come I didn't know you were Zola's caretaker?" Callie asks all of a sudden.

"Um, I don't know," I chuckle confused.

"I mean, Zola's been in that daycare for what…over three years, and I never knew."

"I've actually only worked at the daycare for a year or so," I smile. "I used to work at an orphanage."

So this was first part of movie night, went smoothly, right? Got some info on our girls... how will second part go? Are there more things to be spilled? Who knows? ;-)
Leave me your thoughs, rock my socks so to speak!