She had a long, tanned, deliciously curvy body on top of her, hands running over her body, tugging on her nipples in just the right way. A whimper rolled out of her mouth, as she continued to work herself against a toned thigh, rolling her hips as it worked into her center. Those hands on her breasts tugged, just a little too hard, making her breath rush out in pained pleasure, when she heard the husky voice belonging to the Latina say, "Arizona."

God, she loved it when Calliope said her name, and her voice sounded even better right now. She heard her name again, just as the thigh between her legs pressed a little harder and she gasped. Then she was confused, because she could feel Callie's lips working at her neck, so how was her voice saying her name?

As a moan tore from her throat, she was thrust into consciousness. She opened her eyes to see concerned brown ones staring down at her. Breathing heavy, she remembered the past night and how she'd slept over in Calliope's bed. Warm, comfy Calliope's bed, with a warm and comfy Calliope.

And that amazing sex they'd just been having, had been a dream, she realized, dropping her head down to where it had apparently been resting on the Latina's shoulder. As she became more aware of her surroundings, she realized that while it had been a dream, it felt very, very real, and she bit her lip – hard – realizing that her center was extremely wet and she was primed and ready to jump off the edge.

Callie's voice was right next to her ear, "Arizona?"

Then the body she was wrapped around moved just a tiny bit, Callie's thigh in reality not in dreamland, moving against her, sparks shooting through her body. Groaning, she dug her hands into Calliope's hips, stopping any movement, and grinded her teeth together, "Don't. Move."

Holy crap, she was already on the edge of an orgasm. Her body was starting to shake, just feeling the Latina's body all around her, smelling her, and shit, that leg that she had hers wrapped around just fit so perfectly there. Perfectly pushing against her clit, even through the shorts she was wearing. Trying to will herself to calm down, her breath hissed out between clenched teeth.

Callie remained motionless for the most part, all except for her hands, which ran down the blonde's back, making her shudder. Her voice, gravelly from sleep, bellied her worry, "Is something wrong? I just woke up and you were whimpering, and you have goose bumps. You're shaking – you look like you're in pain."

That leg shifted again, as Callie tried to readjust them, and a moan ripped from her throat as her eyes squeezed tightly closed, her hands tightening like vice grips on those hips. Her voice was hardly more than a whisper as she shook her head rapidly against Callie's neck, trying to keep her body dead still, "Not pain. Definitely not pain."

She started to move again, to pull both of them into a sitting position, only stopping as muscled legs trapped hers in between them, "Then what –"

Callie was cut off by a drawn out whimper. God, that voice was not helping, she thought, desperately trying to hold on to her last semblance of sanity. Shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit, "Shit," she gasped out as Callie moved once more, just a fraction of an inch, but it was in just the right spot against her bundle of nerves, and her hips bucked, out of her control, seeking more friction.

It was all downhill from there, and Calliope's leg moved again – her jumbled thoughts thought maybe it was on purpose this time – but then she didn't think at all. Her ankles locked together around Callie's, pulling her leg tight against her core, as she jerked against it. Those sparks that had shot through her body earlier exploded, and she came in a burst of whimpers and groans.

When she finally finished, she melted into Callie's body bonelessly, whispering, "Calliope," as she pressed her face into her shoulder, breathing in her scent, her body quaking in occasional aftershocks.

Embarrassment ran rampant through her body and she was glad to hide her burning face against the caramel skin. Her voice was muffled against it, "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to…" she had just come. Against Calliope's leg. Because she'd been having a wet dream about her. In her bed. Where she was sleeping. Because they were trying to be friends.

Callie hadn't moved her leg from where it was pressed against now damp shorts, while both of her hands stayed splayed on Arizona's back. Her voice was drawn tight, "Don't apologize. Really, really don't apologize."

Forcing herself to shift, so that her face was looking at Callie's, she could feel how tense the Latina was. Pushing herself up on her hand, she looked around, "But I feel like I should. I just had an orgasm against your leg, against your will, and –"

Callie let out a deep laugh, "Did I just feel like I wasn't willing? Come on. I appreciate you telling me that you feel you need to apologize… but all I feel like right now is that I want to kiss you."

It went against what her logical mind was telling her to do, but her eyes dipped to the beautiful, plump lips. Lips that she had felt working magic against her neck in her dream, only minutes ago. "Then do it," she whispered.

In a flash, the hands that were on her back zipped up, fisting in her hair and pulling her down, so their lips clashed. Feeling Calliope's tongue outlining her bottom lip made her moan, reflexively giving her access. Their tongues slid against each other, and her hands inched up from cotton covered hips, so her thumbs traced the soft skin that peeked out from between the pajama bottoms and the worn shirt.

She didn't know how far she was allowed to take this, though, despite just coming against her thigh… then she felt a groan rumble out from Calliope's chest as she felt her hand shoot from her hair, down to her ass, then grip hard.

Arching into the touch, she slid her hand under the fabric, and went straight up to cup a breast. She nipped at the tip of Callie's tongue before drawing her mouth away, letting out a moan, as her fingers reached up and felt a hard nipple underneath them. God, these breasts. She was positive, after not being able to touch them for a month, that there was nothing on this earth that was better than these breasts.

She let out another moan as Callie's hand on her ass squeezed, then pushed her up so that her mouth could lay claim to Arizona's neck. Just like the dream, she thought, her eyes rolling back as they found a spot that Calliope had been able to find and exploit since October, when they'd just been sex buddies.

And now they were supposed to be friends and taking things slow. Her fingers tweaked the nipple under her fingers, feeling Callie buck up into her. This was not friend activity, nor was it taking things slowly.

Running her thumb one last time around the areola, she exhaled loudly into the air and pulled her hand out of the Latina's shirt, her voice ragged as she said, "We shouldn't be doing this."

Callie bit at that spot before drawing her head back, making her hands drop from the tight butt they were resting on, panting out, "You're right. This is probably a little too friendly."

She rolled over, so they were no longer touching at all, and cursed herself. They had made it a month without doing anything. A whole month. And it was down the drain, all because of a stupid dream and her, and Callie's, lack of control thereafter. Looking up at the alarm clock on the bedside table, she saw that it was only just past three in the morning.

Callie's fingers twisted the comforter that was still over both of them, and Arizona knew she didn't know where to go from what they'd just done, either. She was certainly at a loss, and she sighed, her voice breaking out into the darkness, "I think I should go."

But Calliope's voice stopped her, "Wait, no. We should talk about this. You leaving is what you did when we just had sex and that was it. This can be different. This was a… mistake. It was no one's fault – you had a dream, and that's what set everything in motion. Neither of us is at fault here. We can forget it happened."

Tentatively, she added in, "It was a relapse."

"Right," Callie agreed, her voice sounding surer. "So, you don't have to leave. It's the middle of the night; we can just go back to sleep and wake up in a new day."

Looking to her left, Arizona watched as Callie settled down again, pulling a pillow under her head, watching her. So, the last few minutes didn't have to change or ruin anything, she reasoned with herself. They would wake up in the morning and it could be as if what had just happened was like a dream.

Sinking down lower, she laid on her back and looked at the darkened ceiling, then turned her head to see that those deep brown eyes were still on her, "Are you going to be able to fall back asleep?"

Callie nodded with a sly smile – they'd talked about how she could pretty much sleep anytime, anywhere, through anything, "I was wondering the same about you."

Stretching out her arms, she turned so she was on her side facing the brunette, "I'm not sure," she admitted, "Usually it's pretty hard for me to fall asleep in beds that aren't my own."

Lifting a brow, the Latina teased, "You didn't seem to have any problem with it before. You were out like a light."

"I was buzzed and sleepy!" she defended, narrowing her eyes playfully. And she felt immensely relieved because this felt like the same cadence of friendship they'd developed, and it confirmed that it wouldn't be thrown off by their little hookup. Her legs felt restless and she crossed them at the ankles, "Normal times, when I'm just tired enough to be able to fall asleep, it's difficult unless I'm really comfortable."

Brown eyes were already hooded as she reached out her hand to hover in front of Arizona, "Give me your hand."

A little confused, she complied and slid hers into the Latina's, who used it to roll her onto her side and bring them so they were touching once again. Before Arizona could question what she was doing, Callie's arm came around her waist and she rested her chin on top of Arizona's head, and her voice was starting to slur from sleep, "This is comfortable."

The blonde felt a little smile come up onto her face, distinctly feeling how Callie made sure not to entangle their legs. This was her favorite way to cuddle, and she only hesitated for a second before draping her own arm around Calliope's waist and putting her forehead back down, against Callie's shoulder. It was comfortable, she noted, letting her eyes close, feeling very at-home. What had just happened didn't have to mean or change anything. It was good, she thought, drifting off.

Three hours later, sunlight assaulted her eyes, waking her up. Muffling a groan against the shirt her mouth was pressed against, she squeezed them tighter closed. At her apartment, she had blackout curtains to keep the sun out, but apparently, the sunlight didn't bother Calliope in the slightest.

Oh, well. She was used to waking up with the sun, as the Colonel had woken her up every single day of her childhood prior to seven AM. Blinking a few times to adjust to the light, she found that waking up a few hours ago, she felt extremely well rested.

In sleep, Callie had shifted so that her mouth was against Arizona's forehead, and the blonde felt every warm exhale against her skin. Shifting back slightly, she looked at the Latina's face. She was so incredibly gorgeous, Arizona could hardly even believe it.

In a move she wouldn't dare to make if the taller woman was awake, she lifted her hand and lightly traced one finger down a soft cheek, then back up. Over the bridge of her nose, then landed on the spot right under her eye, where her long lashes cast light shadows on the caramel. With a smile, she watched as Callie's face twitched a little, but remained asleep.

Not wanting to disturb her, she removed her hand and brought her head back down to the position it had been in. Their earlier waking up hadn't been quite so… peaceful. And right now, she just had time to feel how it felt to be held again. She hadn't woken up with someone else's arms around her, snuggled up to her, in about two years.

And she hadn't even thought about how much she'd missed it. She didn't know if it was because the person holding her was Calliope or if she just missed the act in general… but she had a sneaking suspicion that the Latina had something to do with it.

Cuddling in just a little bit closer, she took a look over Callie's shoulder at the clock. 6:33. Her flight down to Virginia was at eleven. Though she had mostly everything packed, she still had to plan to be at the airport about two hours early, and she had to get back to her own apartment to finish packing the necessities and shower, get dressed.

She had to leave. As stealthily as she could, she tried to slip out from under Calliope's arm to prepare. But the surprisingly strong arm tightened and she looked up to see Callie's eyes, barely open, looking down at her, "Where are you going at six thirty in the morning?"

"I have to go back to my apartment and get ready for my flight," she explained, but made no farther attempt at moving.

Callie, however, did, lifting her arms away from the blonde and stretching, then melting back onto the bed. After laying there for a moment, she pushed herself up, "Well, then, I'll make you some breakfast real quick."

Watching those toned legs – so, so well-toned, she thought, flushing – stand and walk over to the dresser, she found herself nodding, "Sounds good to me."

A moment later, Callie threw a pair of blue sweatpants at her, "For the walk back to your apartment," she explained before disappearing out of the room and into the kitchen, shutting the door behind her.

Staring at the pants, Arizona just shook her head with a small smile, reminded that she was still wearing Callie's clothes. Getting out of the bed – which she'd never really had the time or inclination to appreciate exactly how comfy it was despite the many times she's been in it before now – she pulled down the shorts, still feeling a little embarrassed, despite how normal Callie was about everything. These would definitely have to be washed, she thought, dropping them into the Latina's hamper.

Keeping the Harvard shirt on, she pulled up the soft pants, then rolled them at the waist to make up for the height difference. As she'd done every day for her entire life, before leaving the bedroom she'd woken up in, she turned to make the bed; corners so tight and neat you could bounce a quarter off of them.

When she walked out into the main living area, she could already hear Callie in the kitchen. Approaching her, she stopped in the doorway and crossed her arms, leaning against it to watch. For some reason, she found it insanely hot that Callie knew her way around the kitchen like the back of her hand, even when – perhaps especially when – she had her hair still not brushed, just thrown into a low ponytail, her feet still bare.

Spotting the blonde, Callie smiled, albeit sleepy, "I forgot to ask – do you like French toast?"

"Love it," she answered, still watching her.

It wasn't until she was sitting at the table after pouring them both orange juice, watching as Calliope flipped the toast in the skillet before her heart stopped and the realization dawned on her. She was sitting here, in Callie's kitchen while she made her favorite breakfast food, after spending the night. She was wearing Callie's clothes, for God's sake, and they'd snuggled throughout the night, except for the brief interlude where they'd made out and…

What was she waiting for? She was already here; they were already doing exactly what she felt like she wasn't ready to be doing, without her even realizing it. And it didn't feel frightening. It felt like she really wanted to have more mornings like these.

Callie's voice snapped her out of her thoughts, "Arizona? You look like… really stunned. Are you all right?"

She looked down to see that there were already two French toast filled plates on the table before looking up into Callie's big brown eyes. Swallowing hard, she nodded and waited for the Latina to sit down before she said, "I know we said that last night wouldn't change anything. But it does."

Callie froze, and her head whipped up so she was staring into Arizona's eyes, "But we didn't… not really. And it was neither of our faults, remember?" With a deep breath, she picked at the napkin next to her plate, "I can't just sit here and say that it'll be fine with me if we go back to being barely even friends. Like awkward acquaintances. I feel like I've been waiting for you for over a semester, and I'm happy to do whatever it is we're doing, as long as we're still making progress. But I can't keep being here, with you, like this, if we're always going to be taking two steps back."

Shaking her head, she reached across the table to still Callie's hand, "No. I don't mean change things in that way. I mean, it changes them in the opposite way. What I've been so afraid of, of opening up to someone and actually being with them; we're already here, doing it. And last night… well, last night just confirms it. Neither one of us thinks we're just friends, Calliope. We should just call this what it is, right? We're together."

Callie was pretty sure her heart stopped and she stared in a sort of daze into warm blue eyes, "We are?"

Arizona felt her face turn into a smile, "We are. I mean, I…" The words stuck in her throat, but she knew it was now or never, "I always want to be with you, when we aren't. I changed my running route so I can come by here and see if you're around. And I feel comfortable with you, but at the same time you make me feel butterflies. That's what being together should mean, right?"

Still feeling surprised, she nodded faintly, "Right. I feel the same things." She flipped her hand, so that their palms were touching and she could entwine their fingers, "So. This is it. We're actually together? Not sex buddies, not friends… but together, like a couple?"

Her own heart was pounding, in a way that it felt like she just leapt off a cliff but the landing hadn't been nearly as bad as she might have expected it to be, "Yes. A couple," she words slipped off her tongue and they tasted surprisingly good. There hadn't been an Arizona and anyone else in a long time, but Arizona and Callie sounded like it had a lot of potential to her. "I can't promise everything will be good while we date, because I still have all my issues," she admitted, her thumb swiping over the soft back of her hand, feeling Callie's fingers tighten around her own.

"I don't expect everything to be perfect," Callie promised, sending her a small smile, "And I have my own baggage."

While they picked at their French toast – which was freaking amazing, and Arizona was positive that Callie's cooking was enough to make her the ideal woman without any of the other amazing attributes she brought to the table – their hands stayed interlocked and they made small talk, both lost in thoughts about what doors were finally opened up to them.

She would be lying if she didn't have nerves and doubts swimming around in her, Arizona acknowledged, but if she didn't take the leap now, she never would. This was the first time in so long that she woke up feeling like everything was going to be good. Like her love life wouldn't always feel hopeless and torn apart, because Callie didn't make her feel hopeless and torn apart. She was sure there was no other time that might happen for the two of them where she would feel more certain than she did now, and she was going to take advantage of it.

Looking at the clock on the stove, she and took one last bite of her breakfast, "It's already almost seven thirty; I really do have to go get ready."

The Latina sighed heavily before letting go of Arizona's hand and standing up, her voice with a distantly wistful tone, "We barely just became a real couple who goes on dates and you're leaving for two weeks."

She didn't particularly want to leave Calliope for two weeks right now, either, but she wanted to see her parents for the holidays. And despite taking the step to be with Callie for real, she didn't think she was ready to collide her world with the Latina to her world with her mother and father. That was way too far, too fast. "I know. But I'll see you when I come back and we can talk while I'm gone and then… we can go on our first official date."

"A yammoe!" Callie exclaimed with a bright grin.

Laughing, she nodded, "Yes." A real date with a woman was something that still made her nervous to think about yesterday. It still did. But, here she was, because it wasn't really any woman - it was Calliope. Glancing at the clock again, she looked around for her jacket.

Only to find herself spun around and walked backwards until her back pressed against the wall, feeling Callie's mouth suddenly only centimeters away from her own as her breath hitched. Calliope whispered, "You know what I'm really, really excited for, besides a date?"

She whispered back, "I could take a guess," licking her lips as she felt Callie's breath against them, "But why don't you show me?"

It was all it took for full lips to be pressed against her own, devouring her, and she shuddered, sucking Calliope's tongue into her mouth, caressing it with her own. Swallowing Callie's moan, she let one out herself. Damn, she was really, really excited for this part too.

She tore her mouth away, nipping at the tan skin of her jaw, twice, on her way to Callie's earlobe, drawing it into her mouth, while Callie let out another moan. Drawing back, she blew a cool breath on the lobe and whispered into her ear, "I really do have to go."

The Latina nodded, her hands scratching down Arizona's side, eliciting goose bumps, "Right. Okay. You're leaving."

"Mhmm," she hummed back, bringing their lips back together, tasting her once more before pulling away and using her hands on Callie's hips to make her take a step back so they could both clear their heads. Watching Calliope lick her lips almost made Arizona forget her plane and drag them both back to bed. Except, they couldn't do that, "I'm getting on my coat, and going back to my apartment," she stated, but it took her a moment before putting her plan into action.

Callie watched as Arizona's long black jacket was completely buttoned up, and loved seeing her own sweatpants come out on the bottom. Because she and Arizona were going to be together. Date-going type together, she thought, giddy, unable to take the smile from her face.

Arizona reached for her purse and turned back to Callie, her own smile in place, "I'll see you in two weeks," she promised.

The taller woman shrugged it off with a teasing smile, "I've waited this long for you, I think I can wait two more weeks." Two weeks. It was fourteen days; 336 hours. All she could think was that she could sense the payoff would be well worth the wait.

Please let me know your thoughts! To be honest, this wasn't where I had planned to take this chapter, but with Arizona's realization came my own, so it happened. This story pretty much writes itself! Thank you for reading.