Heartbeats
One night of magic rush. The start: a simple touch.
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Arizona
I'm awoken from the deepest sleep by an intruding beeping sound. I turn around but stay in the arms of the sleeping woman next to me. I reach for the offending pager to see whose it is.

"Please... not me," I hear Amelia mumble, her eyes still shut tight.

"Don't worry, it's mine," I sigh out, throwing the sheets back and putting my prosthesis on. "Go back to sleep," I say gently, as I begin to dress.

"You should stay," she says, opening her tired eyes. "Let Karev deal with it," she suggests, leaning up on her elbows to look at me. "Come nap for five more minutes!" She begs. It's so tempting. But, I can't. I crouch by the bed and take one of her hands.

"I can't... It's a fetal thing, not a peds thing," I say, woefully. "I'll see you later, though."

"I can't wait. I'll pick you up at 7," she says with a smile so charming that I just have to kiss her.

...

"Hey, can you mind Sofia tonight?" I ask Karev as we rush towards the pediatric section of the hospital.

"Yeah, sure. I haven't hung out with that little goofball for ages," he says, happily. "Big plans?"

"Actually, I, uh..." Oh, just tell him! "I'mgoingonadate," comes out as one big word.

"Yeah, I didn't catch any of that," he says, nonchalantly.

"I'm going on a date," I say, with a bit more composure.

"Ah, I see," he smirks. "And, what time will Amelia Shepherd be picking you up?" I lightly punch him on the arm for being a smug know-it-all.

"Seven," I say through pursed lips.

"Well, I finish at three. Should I just take Little Miss home with me then?" He asks, eagerly. "I can take her to the park and we can make pizzas." I don't reply but simply smile at him. He's going to make such a sweet dad one day. "What?"

"You've come a long way, Karev," I say, genuinely. "I'll come find you before I leave."

We part ways and I pick up my pace, entering Room 472 to find Mrs Fields on her side, breathing through some intense pain. One of our nurses, Liz, stands next to her bed. She holds a damp cloth over her head. A nervous father stands the other side, pacing slightly.

"Mrs Fields, can you describe what kind of pain you're in?" I ask, wasting no time.

"I don't-I don't know. I can't..." Her sentence is cut short by a cry of pain.

"Okay, it's okay," I say, calmly. "I'm going to need you to lie on your back for a quick examination." She does as she's instructed. "Breathe out as hard and for as long as you can for the pain." This eases her, considerably.

"Has something gone wrong after the operation?" She asks as I begin to feel her stomach. "Is he going to be okay?"

"The operation went very smoothly, Mrs Fields. I'm sure he'll be fine," I say, with a reassuring smile. "You've got yourselves a very active 30-week baby," I say, relieved when I realise what's causing the pain. "He's in transverse position, which means he's lying horizontally. And... It feels like he's having a good old stretch to me." I watch as the mother's face relaxes, but I know she's still in a tremendous amount of pain. "I'm going to turn him a little. It's going to be uncomfortable for a few moments, but it should feel a lot better when he's moved."

"You can do that? From the outside?" Mr Fields asks as he finally stops pacing.

"Will it hurt him?" My patient asks with worried eyes.

"Not at all," I promise. "I'm going to be as gentle as I can."

...

Amelia
"You're still here?" I ask Arizona at noon as she retrieves her purse from her locker. She looks so hot in that black dress, grey blazer combo. There's no one here. I could just take her here and now if I wanted...

"Yeah, the Fields' baby is a stubborn little human," she says, rolling her eyes. "What time do you finish?"

"Now," I say, taking another step closer and pushing her against her locker. My hands move to her hips as I place a slow kiss on her lips. "Sorry," I say, when I realise I've taken her by surprise. "I couldn't wait until tonight to do that." Her eyes dart around checking for witnesses but she can't hide that goofy smile that spreads across her face. Cute.

"So, what are we doing later?" She asks, as we head out of the locker room.

"I can't tell you," I say with a smirk. "It's a surprise."

"But, how will I know what to wear?" She asks with a pout. I want to kiss it away, but there are people around now. We shouldn't make anything public until we know what's happening ourselves.

"Well, it'll have to be something warm... casual," I confirm.

"Warm?" She asks, sceptically. "We're not going camping are we?"

"I thought you liked camping?" I say, feigning disappointment. She's already told me it's her worst nightmare.

"Careful, Shepherd," she says, shooting me a look that could kill. It's kind of a turn on.

"Relax, it's not camping," I smile back at her, before she stops outside the daycare to say goodbye to Sofia.

...

Arizona
I stare in the full-length mirror that hangs from one of the walls in my walk-in closet. I haven't done much with my hair. I needed to sleep and I got up too late to do anything more than running a brush through it. My make-up is natural and minimal. And, I'm not entirely convinced this outfit is appropriate for a first date. I feel way too casual in black leggings and a light grey sweater that ends mid-thigh. A few bangles hang about my wrists and I've put simple silver studs into my ears.

And, around my neck... the wedding ring still hangs. I reach up to touch it as I drag my gaze from the mirror to the actual ring. Surely it's not appropriate to wear this tonight. I know she wouldn't mind, but it just doesn't seem fair to flaunt this on our first date. I close my eyes for a few seconds and breathe out heavily. For the first time in five years, I reach around and unhook the chain that supports the ring. I walk to my dresser and pause for a few moments. With tears in my eyes, I place a small kiss on the ring before placing it in a small, protective box. I inhale slowly in an attempt to soothe myself. Come on, Robbins. You're okay.

When I hear the doorbell ring, I jump out of my skin. Suddenly, my sadness turns to excitement. I rush down the stairs, grabbing my purse from the table on the way to the front door. I take a deep breath before opening it. Amelia Shepherd stands before me, clutching a bouquet of pink and white tulips similar to the ones she gave me on the first day we met. She has the most incredible smile spread across her face. She is simply stunning. She has her hair in a side-pony accompanied by gentle curls. Under her dark leather jacket, she wears a lacy black top and blue skinny jeans that cling to her in all the right places. She's a few inches taller than me in the heeled boots she's wearing. Everything about her seems so simple and natural, but breath-taking.

"You look incredible," I manage to get out.

"You don't scrub up too badly yourself," she says with an enticing smile, stepping closer and handing me the flowers. "These are for you," she says, coyly. Her cheeks turn pink at the gesture.

"Amelia Shepherd, are you blushing?"

...

"I've sort of... made our first date venue," she says as we drive towards our destination. "I hope that's okay..."

"Made?" I ask, confused.

"You'll see," she says, mysteriously. We start our ascent up a familiar hill and pull up onto the driveway of Derek and Meredith's house. I look at her quizzically. "It's not just the house, I promise," she assures me, sensing my uncertainty.

We get out of the car and she takes one of my hands in hers, leading me towards the other side of the house. When we turn the corner, I see the sweetest scene in front of me. A blanket surrounded by lit candles lies neatly across the lawn, underneath scattered flower petals and a few cushions stolen from Meredith's couch. In the middle sits an ice bucket containing a bottle of my favourite red wine and a bag of salted popcorn. Behind the blanket, a projector stands tall, pointing at one of flat walls, ready to play an old movie. I take the sight in before turning to beam at Amelia.

"I was going to take you to some fancy restaurant, but this felt... better... somehow. More personal..." She explains, bashfully. "I dunno, it's kinda lame..."

"It's perfect," I say, quietly. I step into her body and wrap my arms around her neck. In turn her hands rest at my waist. "It's all so thoughtful... Thank you," I say, sincerely, before kissing her deeply. As I pull back, she smiles that gorgeous smile at me and gestures towards the blanket.

"Shall we?" We walk towards it and as we sit, she begins pouring me a glass of wine. Into her own glass, she pours a sparkling elderflower pressé.

"What are we watching?" I ask as we settle back into the cushions, drinks in hand.

"You'll see," she says, pressing play on the projector. Titles for 'Singin' in the Rain' start to play.

"Great! An hour and a half of you drooling over Gene Kelly," I roll my eyes and she shuffles closer to me.

"Oh, trust me... He is not the one I'm interested in tonight," she says in a low voice. Her intense gaze sends a shiver down my spine. I bite my lip before kissing her once more.

Amelia
I'm so glad I convinced Maggie and Meredith to get out of the house tonight. This is just perfect. As the movie begins, my date rests her head in the crook of my neck. She gives me a running commentary and after five minutes of non-stop rambling from her, I can't help but laugh. She looks up at me with doe eyes.

"What?" She asks.

"You're cute," I tell her.

"Shut up," she says, playfully hitting me on the arm before snuggling back into me.

I run my fingers through her golden curls and our conversation strays from the film onto pretty much anything else. I really like learning random stuff about her. So far this evening, I've learnt that she hates pumpkin scones and finds sudoku boring despite being a maths buff. She used to be a punk rock fan and has never ever been fired from a job. I've told her that I fall asleep to classical music and admitted that I used a paper fortune teller to help me decide which college to go to. I'm now attempting to wow her with the little French that I know.

"I only speak little bits, anyway," I say, before I embarrass myself any further. "Hey... Do you realise it's been six months to the day since we met in that elevator?"

"Really?" She asks, rhetorically. "God, so much has happened since..." She trails off, her eyes telling me that she's thinking about it all; the fetal surgery fellowship, Herman's tumour, the loss of Kepner's baby, the other plane crash... the beginning of us.

"I know," I whisper, kissing her forehead and bringing her back down to earth. As the movie comes to an end, we're quiet for a few moments.

"Amelia?" Her quiet voice breaks the silence.

"Mmm?" I murmur, completely relaxed. Suddenly, she straddles me and pulls me into a passionate kiss, our tongues dancing around each other. I moan into her mouth and her hips buck. Her lips move to my neck and I throw my head back. My breathing becomes erratic as Arizona's movements make me soaking wet. I want her to touch me so badly that it almost becomes painful. She nips at my earlobe before whispering to me.

"I want you to take me upstairs," she says, seductively. "And, I want you to have your way with me."

I don't think I've ever been this turned on. As we kiss and our hands explore each other, I quickly move Arizona into the house, into my room and throw her onto my bed. I practically leap onto her and kiss her again. I can't get enough of this gorgeous woman. I bring her up to a sitting position in order to get her sweater up and over her head. My jaw drops a little as I look down to see red lacy lingerie. I look back at her face and she gives me a knowing smirk as she settles back into the pillows. She knows how much I want her. My entire vulva is throbbing, longing for her to fuck me. She takes my shirt off but then slows us down a little. She reaches up to touch my cheek and looks at me with gentle eyes. She doesn't want a quick fuck. She wants the intimacy. She wants this night to carry meaning and significance. I kiss her deeply, trying to tell her I want the same thing. I feel her other hand reach around and unhook my bra, throwing it to the side. Never breaking the kiss, her hands travel up my stomach and towards my tits. As her fingers glide across my nipples for the first time I have to catch my breath. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips. When I see the desire on her face, I can't wait any longer. I move my hands to the lining of her pants, and curl my fingers around the material. I'm ready to peel it off her when she grabs at one of my wrists. I feel her tremble.

"Are you alright?" I ask, concerned. She nods and loosens her grip but she's still a little shaky. "It's okay," I say, trying to get my breathing back to normal. "It's only our first date... We don't have to rush... anything." I assure her.

"No, I... I want this... I really want this," she insists, earnestly. "It's just a lot, y'know," she whispers. "It's not just... Callie," she swallows the lump in her throat and looks to me with uncertainty. "I... I haven't been with anyone since... since the crash."

Now I get it. It's not just that she feels like she's betraying her wife... She hasn't had sex since her leg was amputated. There are so many emotional barriers for her to overcome.

"I just wanted you to know..." It's a plea, a bargaining; as though she's saying 'if I give myself to you, please don't leave'. This is a big deal to her. It must be terrifying. I look at her sadly for a moment before peppering her face with light kisses.

"You know I'm not going anywhere, right?" I reassure her, looking deeply into her eyes. She doesn't reply but pulls me into another kiss. My hands return to her pants, this time tracing lines against the material I want gone, as though asking for permission. She lifts her ass up slightly, making it easier for me to take them off. Once I've thrown them in the same direction as my bra, she sits up and begins to take off her prosthetic leg. She can't look at me.

"Sorry," she mumbles. "This is going to be really uncomfortable otherwise." She explains, propping the prosthesis against the bedside table.

"Don't apologise," I say, softly, bringing her into another kiss. She still won't look at me. She's ashamed. I hold her face in my hand, demanding eye contact. "You are beautiful, Arizona Robbins," I say, honestly. "And, incredibly sexy," I say as my eyes run up and down her body. She looks amazing in that lingerie. She's still not convinced, though. How can someone so beautiful have so little confidence in themselves? I unbutton my jeans and guide her hand towards my drenched center. When she comes into contact with the wetness, she moans loudly and her eyes dart to mine. "That's what you do to me," I whisper. Before I know it, she's applying pressure to my clit, rubbing from side-to-side. Her other hand grabs the hair at the nape of my neck and we fall into a steady rhythm. Somehow, I manage to get myself out of the position and get rid of my skinny jeans as elegantly as possible. I grab her wrists and hold her hands above her hand. "Your turn first," I say with an enticing smile. As my lips meet Arizona's, I feel her smile into the kiss. I let go of her wrists, letting her know she has complete control over what happens next. I pull her underwear to one side and begin long, slow strokes against her clit. She breaks our kiss to throw her head into the pillows. Her eyes roll to the back of her head. I continue for a few more minutes, until I'm certain she can't take it any longer. I thrust two fingers into her and she moans loudly as I immediately hit her G-spot. She digs her nails into my back, spurring me on and her body rises and falls against my movements. It's incredible. She's incredible. With each thrust, enchanting sounds escape her mouth. I could orgasm just listening to her. As she gets closer to release, she pulls my body closer. I lean my forehead against hers, giving her the intimacy she needs. I keep my movements slow and steady but hard and accurate. Soon, I feel her walls tighten around my fingers and she screams out in pleasure. Her orgasm face is indescribable. It's beautiful and erotic and makes me feel all kinds of feelings. I continue to watch her as her chest moves quickly, trying to get air back into her lungs.

"Wow," she manages to get out.

Then she gives me that look. The look that says 'I can't wait to give you the orgasm of your life'.