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Prompt: 'Salsa'

AN: Just found this prompt, was from a while ago but figured better late than never. Pre season 9, so there are still four healthy legs ;-) Enjoy!

Salsa Lessons

"I can't believe you talked me into this." Arizona groans as she stands in her living room, all the furniture pushed to the walls leaving a wide open space right in the center.

"Oh come on, it'll be fun." Callie replies with a smile.

"Fun? Dressing up and making a fool of myself in front of everyone we work with? Yeah, that's my definition of fun too." The blonde growls, her stomach tightening just at the thought of what she and her wife had signed up to do.

A saucy, sexy melody fills the air and a huge smile appears on the Latina's face, her hips moving to the music as she moves from the iPod dock and stands in front of her wife. "Well, if you let me teach you, we won't be making fools of ourselves now will we?" She says playfully. When all she gets in return are sad puppy dog eyes and pout, Callie sighs. "Come on, sweetie. It'll be fun! …I'm the one who doesn't like being in front of people, but I'm doing it. It's for a good cause."

"Can't we just donate the money? Why do we have to dance?" Arizona groans, her little scowl making her wife laugh.

"Because if we just wrote a check I wouldn't be able to show off how hot my sexy wife is." Callie purrs, holding her arms out and taking Arizona's hands in hers. "Now, ready? …On the count. One, two, three…"

At their mark Callie's left foot moves forward while Arizona's right moves back, the ortho surgeon leading her wife in a very crude form of the salsa. But after only five or six steps their groove is messed up when Arizona missteps and lands on the Latina's foot.

"Damn it." She groans.

"It's ok." Callie tells her, then hooks a finger under the woman's chin to pull blue eyes up to meet hers. "Eyes up. Watch me. …I know it's hard for you, but let me lead." She adds, giving her wife a playful wink. The couple waits for the next mark, Arizona lifting her foot a beat too soon which elicits an "Ah!"

Their practice continues, the blonde never being able to get further than ten or twelve steps before turning the wrong way or stepping on her wife's foot, each time making her madder and madder.

Finally, after she's sure she's actually broken Callie's foot this time, Arizona says "Ok, that's it. I'm done."

"Arizona." Callie pleads, "Come on, you were getting it!"

"Admit it, Cal. I look like a fish on dry land right now." The blonde grumbles. "Maybe you should find another dancing partner."

"Not happening." Her wife replies, giving her a loving look. Callie watches Arizona sit on the arm of their couch, pink lips pulled into a pout and blue eyes glued to the floor. She knows the peds surgeon isn't used to not being able to do something. Being a type A, perfect student most of her life, Arizona doesn't like not winning. And the face she has when she doesn't win is just too cute for Callie to stand.

Sensing that traditional methods isn't going to work for her wife, Callie decides to change her game plan. Arizona looks up from the floor to see a very confident smile on her wife's lips, the Latina sashaying over to the stereo to reset the music and walking back to the center of their makeshift dance floor.

"What?" She asks when Callie just stands there.

"Come here." Torres tells her.

"Callie-"

"Come. Here." The Latina says again, this time with a bit more authority in her tone. Arizona rolls her eyes and scuffs her way to stand in front of the woman. Tanned hands rest on the blonde's hips and Callie turns the peds surgeon so it's Arizona's back against her front.

"Now…" Callie purrs right in Arizona's ear. "We're going to try it again. This time, relax. You're too stiff in here." She adds, squeezing the hips in her grasp. "Just relax, baby. Follow the music. …Follow me." She can feel the blonde already relaxing under her touch, and when their cue approaches she whispers "Just let go, baby. …On three. One, two…"

They both step back at the exact same moment, their hips moving together along with the beat. Arizona finds herself more focused on the way her wife's body is moving against hers than the music or dancing. The way strong, sexy hips grind against her ass, Callie's grip guiding Arizona anyway she pleases. …Suddenly it becomes very warm in the apartment.

"Mmm… much better." The Latina purrs, adding a little extra sway to her hips now that Arizona seems to have relaxed. "Now, you know there will be some distractions when we're dancing. You'll have to stay focused." Bone breakingly strong hands start to drift forward, around the blonde's waist, and pull her wife's shirt away from fair flesh, her fingers slipping under the material and finding milky smooth skin. "Think you can stay focused?"

"Uh-huh." Arizona whimpers, trying to ignore the woman's traveling hands and focus on keeping in time with the music.

"You sure?" The Latina breathes, her hand venturing up her wife's torso, playing at the bottom lip of the blonde's bra. "Because I know how hot and bothered you get when you mess up in front of the Chief."

"You're really talking about the Chief when you're doing this to me?" Arizona asks in disbelief, her body automatically responding to the touch of the ortho goddess whether she wants it to or not.

"What's a matter? …Can't handle it?" Callie husks, nipping at the blonde's earlobe and palming a breast which gets rewarded by a deep moan of pleasure from her wife.

The peds surgeon tries to fight it, but after thirty more seconds of her wife's hands playing at her chest, the burning need of Arizona's center is just too much. Breaking from the Latina's grasp, the blonde spins and molds her front against the other woman's her lips quickly staking claim on Callie's.

"Mmm…" Torres hums, pulling away to find dark blue eyes staring up at her with an insatiable hunger. "Thought you could handle the distraction."

"You were cheating." Arizona growls, attacking plump lips in front of her while pushing the Latina towards their bedroom. "Now you must be punished." She adds, nipping at Callie's lower lip.

At the threshold of their bedroom, Callie's hands find the doorframe and grip, preventing her wife from pushing her further into the room. "What about your Salsa lesson?" She asks, the intensity of her own need surprising her.

"I've seen the Torres method, now it's time for me to introduce you to the Robbins method." Arizona replies, shoving her wife into the room and slamming the bedroom door behind them.