Your response to my last chapter was not expected at all. Overwhelmed is the understatement of the century, but it's the only description I have right now.

Guest - WYWG Part ll is on hold right now. Major writer's block going on with anything Calzona related…sorry. No line crossed. Thank you for reading this fic too. It's great to have you along for the ride.

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Chapter Twenty-Five

ARIZONA'S POV

I'm aching. Aching like never before in my life. Is it a good ache? God, yes. Will it lessen as the day goes on? I'm honestly not sure. Today we are supposed to be grabbing Eliza's things from her place, but I don't know that either of us will make it out of bed. I mean, there's always tomorrow, right? I don't want to wait until tomorrow, though. I want to spend the weekend unpacking with her and getting a feel for who she is based on what she owns. I'm sure we are bound to discover some hideous piece that I can't bare to look at but was passed through generations of her family. It's inevitable.

Glancing at the time, it's a little before midday, and honestly, I'm fried. I have zero energy right now. After my earth shattering moment at 6 am this morning, we took it to the bedroom and went another three rounds. Eliza is sprawled out partially on top of me, and her even breathing would suggest that she is out of it. Well and truly out of it.

Lay on my back, I fix my stare on the space above me. Now is the ideal time to think about our recent decision to make us kind of official by way of moving in together. Did I think I would ever live with another woman? No. Never. And in all honesty, I'd settled with the fact that I'd had my one true love. I'd settled for the fact that after everything I'd been through, I was lucky to still have an amazing job, friends, and well, still be alive. I understood that I couldn't have everything when some people have nothing. I'd made peace with that a long time ago.

But now? Now I have the most amazing woman beside me in bed, and my life feels as though it's falling into place. Sure, people will have their opinions, but those people know me well enough to keep them to themselves. I don't care for opinions. Not anymore. I tried to make my marriage work after I'd messed up, and I tried to make everyone happy around me. It didn't work. So now I have to live for me. If I want Eliza here with me, then that is what will happen.

I want to share new experiences with her. This morning alone was new. I want to vacate and share cozy nights in front of the TV with her. I want to wake up to the smell of breakfast being cooked by her. I just… I want it all with her. I want the happiness, the heartache, the loyalty, the… everything. I know that I can have that again, and I know there is only one woman I would ever want that with. Eliza.

Flinching against me, I glance down and find my girlfriend smiling against the bare skin of my chest. She's still sleeping, but she's obviously having a good dream. Me? I'm living my dream. I could watch her for hours on end and knowing that she will soon be here permanently means that I will have that perfect chance to do so. It's not much to ask, right? It's not much to ask that I can be happy and settled with the woman I love. Because I do. I love her more than I ever thought possible.

Ghosting my fingertips up her bare arm that was flung across my midsection sometime after we fell asleep, I watch as goosebumps appear on her gorgeous darkened skin. She's beautiful. I'd love nothing more than to have those green eyes staring back at me right now, but I'll let her sleep a little longer. She's definitely worn herself out both mentally and physically after our kitchen workout this morning.

The kitchen? Oh god. Just thinking about it has caused a wetness to gather, and now I'm biting down on my bottom lip. That was hot. So hot. Closing my eyes, I let my mind wander back to those few hours ago, and I swear my hips are about to lift as I remind myself of the most intense orgasm I've ever experienced in my life. I'm not lying. It was definitely the most intense. Of all the women I've slept with, my ex-wife included, none of my steamy nights between the sheets have left me feeling the way I felt this morning. None. That inability to breathe as my body defies me and allows that sensation to hit me like a freight train. The inability to think or feel anything other than what is happening in that moment. The inability to string a sentence along for fear of it ruining whatever the hell is going on. That feeling of allowing another person to be so intimate that you will happily brace yourself against a kitchen counter at 6 am in the morning? The most amazing feeling in the world. It truly was.

Eliza mumbling something against my chest, she repositions herself a little and her breathing evens out again. Only this time…her hand is on my thigh. Keeping my eyes closed, I try my hardest not to wake her and go for orgasm number five. It's a struggle, but I'm managing. Then her words from earlier hit me.

"Are we alone, Arizona?"

Oh god. My center throbbing, I have to stop this right now. I have to think of something else. But I can't. I can't because my mind immediately takes me to the point of no return.

"Please let me come."

My hips start to move of their own accord, and I clear my throat in the hope that it will bring me out of my sex filled thoughts. Glancing down, I breathe a sigh of relief when I find Eliza still asleep. I cannot wake her because I can't control my body. God, I want to, though. Trying to find some sort of grounding, I shift a little on the bed and then my eyes shoot open. Her hand has fallen between my legs and I swear if I move even an inch, my entire body is going to explode all over again. That I can promise myself.

Frozen in the awkward position I find myself in, I try to control my breathing. My right hand placed across my forehead, I gently shake my head. I'm soaked. I know I am. That's not exactly hard, though, when you have Eliza Minnick's hand between your legs. I should get up. But I can't. I find myself unable to move, but also wishing that she will wake up and put me out of my misery. My body needs her. I need her.

Eyes shut tight, I focus on the darkness I'm currently seeing. Just hang on, Robbins. You've got this. Completely lost in my own mind, I don't notice that the bed has shifted, or that my girlfriend is now not comfortably sleeping on me.

And then it hits me. The sensation that could end my life in a matter of seconds. My breath catching in my throat, my hips meet the unexpected sensation between my legs. Moans that aren't my own spill out around the room and as I realize that what is happening is real, I open my eyes, lift my head off of my pillow slightly, and glance down.

Fuck!

A mess of dark hair between my legs, Eliza groans and laps up the unimaginable wetness that has gathered. "Yes." I hiss. "Oh god." My hips force themselves up and against her mouth and I swear my heart is about to stop.

"You taste so good." She mumbles against my center, and in that moment, my stomach begins to tighten. Not yet. God, not yet. Her lips wrapping around my aching bundle of nerves, she sucks gently and I find myself struggling for breath. Hands fisted in the crisp white sheets below me, my eyes roll and I bite down on my bottom lip. Hard.

The loss of contact felt immediately, I glance down again to find her looking up at me. Eyebrow raised. "This is all for me?"

"Always," I smirk. God, this woman.

Running her thumb down the length of my center, she watches on in delight as I writhe and moan. Two fingers slipping deep inside, I gasp and grip the sheets impossibly tight. "Fuck. Yes!"

Fingers working inside of me, she resumes her actions with her tongue and I swear I'm about to die. "O-Oh, y-yes…"

Recognizing the response from my body, she increases the speed of her thrusts and curls her fingers. I can't hold on any longer. My hands finding the back of her head, I force her against me as hard as I possibly can and meet every motion from her beautiful mouth. "S-So close…" I whisper. "Yes. Shit!"

"Come for me, Arizona. I want to taste you."

And I'm gone. My orgasm rips through me and causes my body to convulse. Her movements still prominent, I fall into a rhythm and ride out what can only be described as the end of the world. How is it even possible to still feel so turned on after everything we experienced this morning? How is it possible to even be breathing right now. "Fuck!" I breathe out.

"Mm." She moans. "Just did." Her strong fingers slipping out from deep within me, I release a guttural moan and close my eyes. Licking my lips, in need of some desperate moisture, Eliza comes to rest on top of me. "Good morning, Beautiful."

Her lips finding mine, my head spins as I taste myself on her tongue. "God." I sigh. "How do you do that?"

"What?" She furrows her brow.

"Just know what I want. What I need." I pant.

"Guess we were meant to be, huh?" She smiles.

"Pretty sure we were." Pulling her down on top of me, my kiss is hard and needy. Teeth nipping and tongues everywhere, I know that our morning is about to spill over into the afternoon. Those boxes can wait.

Heading down the hallway and descending the stairs, I feel like I'm floating. I've been floating since I met this woman, but today? I feel like the luckiest woman in the world. Both finally showered and dressed for the day, Eliza is waiting for me in the kitchen. Her boxes won't move themselves over here, and although she insisted that we wait another day, I shot that down before either of us had even had time to think about it.

"Hey." I smile as I pull my hair up into a messy bun. Placing a soft kiss on her lips, I round the kitchen island and head for the coffee pot. "Oh god."

"What? What is it?" She stands and glances over at me.

"You know we are supposed to be grabbing your things today?" I blush.

"Arizona, I told you…another day isn't going to make any difference." She shakes her head. "Tomorrow is fine."

"N-No, it's not that." I feel the blush creeping up my neck and my face begins to burn. "I, uh… I think we should move into your place." I rush my words out.

"What? That's crazy. I live in an apartment." She laughs. "This place is so much better."

"Eliza, how am I ever supposed to make coffee here again? How am I supposed to even be able to stand in this kitchen again?"

"I don't follow…" She gives me a confused look.

Clearing my throat, the images of earlier come flooding back. "Arizona, why are you doing some sort of weird dance?" She laughs as she watches me shifting uncomfortably in my spot. What she doesn't realize, though, is that it's not a dance. I'm simply trying to stop my center from throbbing once again.

"T-The counter." I tilt my head towards the place that almost ended my life.

"Oh." Her eyes widen and she throws me a smirk. Moving closer to me, she wraps her arms around my waist and pulls my body into hers. Forcing her hips forward, I close my eyes and groan. "You know, it doesn't really matter where we live, Arizona." She shrugs. "I was planning on taking you against the counter at my place before I handed the keys back."

"Oh god." I face palm myself. "I can't. We can't. You can't."

"Why not? Didn't enjoy it?" She narrows those beautiful green eyes.

"Enjoy it? Jesus christ, Eliza." I laugh. "Enjoyed it doesn't even come close."

"How so?"

"This morning? When you woke? I wasn't like that for no reason." I shake my head. "I can't get the freaking thought of us in here out of my head."

"Mm, me neither." She smiles. "Kinda like having my own little private viewing in my head, though, so I'm not concerned."

"You are incredibly hot, you know that, right?"

"Oh, I'm only incredibly hot when I have you being all 'take me' beneath me." She responds, nonchalantly. "Wanna go again? Seems appropriate since we are already standing in that very same spot."

"No!" I yell. "Boxes. Focus. Come on, we have to push through."

"Well okay then." Releasing me from her grip, she moves towards the couch and picks up her jacket. Shrugging it on, she turns back and gives me a smirk.

"What now?" I whine.

"Those boxes at my place?" She raises an eyebrow. "They're pretty full."

"So? I'd expect them to be." Grabbing my jacket, I shove my cell into my back pocket and take my keys from the island.

"So they're pretty sturdy."

"Oh, no." I shake my head. "You are on a sex ban," I reply as we both make our way to the door.

"Oh yeah?" Finding myself pushed against the door, Eliza has me jammed. Her lips brushing against my ear, she lowers her tone and whispers. "Let's see how you feel about that when you're bent over those boxes later and I'm pressing myself against your incredibly hot ass."

My mouth agape, I bring myself out of my thoughts to find my girlfriend gone, and I stood in the doorway of my home.

I honestly don't know how I'm even still breathing…

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