A/N: Hi everyone!
I am sorry for the wait but my quarantine ended and I had to catch up with work, with the world.
Now I get what all those authors meant when they said that they had troubles getting their stories update because of life!
I know that some of you are concerned about how this story might end. Please, trust the process and enjoy the ride!

Callie took the car space beside Arizona, switched the engine off and put her window down seeing the blonde coming closer.
"I am going inside. Give me a minute for figuring this out". Arizona went looking for the office while Callie used that time to gather herself.
She called Penny on the way and told her she had to take the author to dinner and go over all her corrections. Slipping her wedding ring off was the next thing to do.
Looking up she saw the blonde under the porch in front of the car, gesturing for her to come out. In silence they walked to the room 502.
Once inside, once the world was shut outside, the reality and the anxiety of the situation hit them.
Arizona took some steps in the room, mouth dry. She felt the need to justify herself.
"I've never been here before. I did a renovation on a property further on. Every time I passed by I noticed the name of this place… A piece of Italy just out of Seattle… it's odd, isn't it? I've never been here before…"
Callie hadn't thought about the possibility that it wasn't the first time for Arizona. Now that she knew though, she felt that what was happening was even more legitimate.
What they had it was unique and couldn't be ignored.
Arizona was sat on the bed, sweaty palms stroking her thighs. She looked nervous.
Callie hadn't move from the door, just taking in her surrounding. The room wasn't cheap but it wasn't pricey either. It was cosy, it was small and it was nice.
When her eyes landed again on Arizona, no trace of doubts was in her.

"Why are we here, Arizona?"
Arizona licked her lips, head slightly bent on the side. She was looking at Callie with an expression that said: "Are you really going to make me say it?"
The blonde got up and moved closer to the ex lover until she was inches away from her.
Yeah, there wasn't any need for words. Also because what was flashing in those blue eyes was pretty unutterable.
Without any patience left in her, Callie challenged those eyes: "So do it already."
Arizona crashed into her. She assaulted her lips and reclaimed their possession. Callie granted it and sealed the blonde into her body.
They were hungry, famished. Yet they didn't seem in any hurry.
Arizona slowed down and started exploring Callie's neck. She would go from sucking to kissing to indulging in that space of her collarbone, that dip in which her tongue fitted perfectly. Then she would go up to the neck again.
One of Callie's hand took residency on Arizona ass, the other instead was adamantly grasping her breast, trying to reach a pert nipple under all that fabric.
When she got frustrated for the lack of success, she started taking Arizona shirt off. And then there were pantings, a deep green lacy bra, soft breasts, freckles, a chest that went up and down.
With that bittersweet nipple in her mouth they managed to reach the bed. However Arizona wanted, needed, to be skin on skin. To eliminate all those layers, those years, between them.
Fumbling and huffing they got rid of everything.
Arizona kept Callie's face close to her chest, enjoying the sensation. Callie's mouth worked relentlessly. She should have been careful to not leave a mark or hickey but, in the moment, she couldn't keep in mind why.
She could not remember the violation that it was happening. She instead bit that nipple making the blonde hissing and trying to escape her firm grip.
This move made just more space between the two of them and gave Callie room to enter Arizona with two long fingers. The moan that erupted from the other woman was as much primal as the desire of the brunette.
Callie pushed hard and steady, her face now at Arizona's level. She had missed fucking Arizona but, most of all, she had missed Arizona coming and she wouldn't miss the chance this time. She wanted to see that precise moment in which Arizona would shut her eyes, frown and moan Callie's name. When the blonde would beg for release, for Callie to keep going, for harder, for more, for Callie to stop when she could not handle it anymore after the second orgasm.
Their bodies were on fire. Hot, flushed, alive.
Callie was catching her breath, her face in Arizona's neck. Her arm burned like hell, yet pleasure was the only thing that she could sense. Pleasure and something else that she wasn't willing to name.
Took Arizona ten good minutes to recover but then she went back to her original plan: kiss every inch of Callie's body.
Now on top, she started from the left ankle up to the brunette's inner thigh, kiss after kiss, lick after lick. She indulged in the apex of those legs that went on for miles and she couldn't resist. The scent of the brunette was such a turn on for Arizona that she had to taste her. After the first lick she could sense the brunette under her starting vibrating in pleasure. But only when she started sucking vigorously her clit, adding two fingers at her ministration that Calle started squirming and moaning.
However, after a bit, Arizona could sense that something was off. She went up to Callie, the brunette had a concentrate expression. She seemed she was trying her best to let it go.
Callie could sense Arizona's eyes on her and was tempted to keep hers closed.
"Calliope, it's me. It's just us." Arizona whispered soothing words in her lover's ear. Those words seemed to hit the brunette more than what Arizona was doing to her body.
Callie opened her eyes and looked at the blonde. What she saw was more than lust. It was something else, not defined, yet extremely familiar. And when she had almost figured out what those eyes were saying, an orgasm washed over her body and mind.
Pantings, sweat, stillness. Nothing else expect for way more than that. There were familiarity, some much past, needs, questions, silence, sin, unknown, bliss, a certain fragrance of vanilla, a different shampoo, a chance taken, a life missed.

"How old are they?" Asked Arizona.
Callie was taken out of her revery but unsure looked the blonde with questioning eyes.
Arizona was looking at Callie's breasts and now Callie got it.
Her body had given her away. Her breasts had gotten bigger with the pregnancies and she had some stretch marks on her belly and thighs. Self conscious, she turned on her side giving her back to Arizona.
"Don't." The blonde body tightened her hold on the other woman. "You look more stunning than ever. I am just... curious."
Callie kept her gaze on the window, soothing her embarrassment and trying to hide her red face.
"Sofia is seven, Luke is five and Allegra is almost one..." and those arms that were holding her didn't faltered a bit. Infact Arizona wasn't surprised a bit. Callie wanted kids and had one just after they broken up. And then some more. It made sense. It was logical. Understandable. Predictable.
But then she asked: "what about you?" And Arizonan lost her grip.
The blonde kept an arm under Callie's neck but laid on her back. Now it was her turn to stare to a point in the room. The ceiling seemed oddly interesting. It had some random spots on it. Maybe hot sauce? Could that be?
"How long have you been married?"
Right, the marriage. Because a hot sauce's spot was definitely more likely than her having kids.
"Hhm, almost four years."
They didn't say anything else. After a while Callie said: "I better go".
Again Arizona didn't faltered. She knew that this day had to come to an end. This madness had to come to an end. This unbelievable unexpected madness and the miraculous woman that came with it. Could she stop her though?
Was there something she could say to stop Callie from leaving that motel room?
She watched in silent Callie getting dress, leaning over her for a last languid kiss and then walking out the door.
"If I just lay here, would you lie with me and just forget the world?"
Alone, Arizona laughed bitterly not at the cheesiness of the song that came to her mind but at herself. That would have been something to say. Something desperate but something. But she didn't.
She instead watched the love of her life walking out of her.

A/N: I read plenty of smut in the years but I found out that writing it is a whole different story!
Please let me know what you think. I don't know if I should keep writing about their affair or I should skip to "the end".