A/N: Hey guys! As always, thank you for all your reviews! I love reading them and they make my day.

For the shout out of the day, have you guys read 'Coming Back to You' by ABV? I feel like there are a lot of stories popping up at the moment along these lines and I like the direction this one seems to be going in. Update ABV! Please!

Also, if someone wants to do a colab, I have a couple of ideas and I'd happily be willing to brainstorm and co-write some of the stuff. Just let me know!

I think one of the guest reviews mentioned some errors in the previous chapters, I think they are fixed right now. And yes, I would love to have a beta reader. So just let me know. Also my updating schedule is hella hectic, so I need someone who can read fast and suggest edits ASAP.

Alright, keeping this author's note simple, have a great day/night wherever you live.

Chapter 7

What had gotten into her? Why had she done that? Arizona didn't deserve to be treated that way, but she couldn't help herself. Even though she had made progress on her friendship with Arizona she just felt hurt about the whole ordeal. In fact, she was even more hurt about being left the way she was after she got to know how kind and gentle the blonde actually was, when she helped her in the elevator, that she just expected more from her.

Callie knew that she should feel guilty, but it felt nice to watch the peds surgeon squirming under her touch. Well, actually, she hadn't even touched her. Yet, it was very evident from her face that she did not like the way things went down.

Miss Miami was a star. She was fearless that she couldn't help but pass subtle comments about the blonde. Sure, the crowd was a little confused but she was sure that Arizona knew that all of those words were for her.

Right now, Callie was in extreme pain. In one of her numbers, her leg had twisted slightly causing her to almost yelp out in pain. Luckily for her, it was when her first song had ended so it didn't affect her performance as her trench coat covered her slip up. But right now, her ankle was killing her. She didn't want to take any painkillers. They made her feel nauseous and sometimes even made her puke, but at the moment, with the searing pain in her leg and the dull ache of her ear, she popped a few in her mouth and downed them with a few sips of water.

It felt like karma had decided to get back at her at all the chaos she caused in Arizona's mind. That's why Callie avoided props and accessories. She didn't need gimmicks to make her feel like the performer she already was. The brunette made her way to the couch and stripped her legs of her heels hoping to seek some relief before the pain killers finally kicked in.

She might actually have to make a trip to the hospital to get her leg and her ear checked out. The brunette just hoped that she didn't run into Arizona and most of all, she was going to skip the elevator this time. Yes, she was aware that it might hurt her foot more but she couldn't risk it.

Callie couldn't help but remember how Arizona looked while she was performing. Even though she had a full wig covering her eyes to the point that she was sure no one could see her eyes, she still couldn't help but be paranoid about the fact that she didn't want to get caught ogling the blonde. More than a couple of times, from the corner of her eyes, Callie could see that Arizona wanted her to look at her, to give her attention, to give her anything.

So, the brunette did the exact opposite.

Miss Miami paid attention to everyone else, she paid even more attention to the friend Arizona had brought with her, maybe she ended up paying a bit more attention than she intended to, but it was so fun. The performer was known for it.

She had straddled Arizona the first time she was here, but then she insulted her craft to her face. Now that Callie was back in the green room her ear hurt a lot. She was a star, she was a performer so she didn't let on how much in pain she was, but she was really in pain. She quickly checked her ear in the mirror, it was red and angry but it was fine. The problem was her leg, somehow it had started hurting way more.

Callie grabbed the crepe bandage from her drawer along with some pain-relieving spray and hobbled back to the couch. She was strong but moments like these humbled the Latina. She uncapped the spray and applied some on her ankle before wrapping her foot in the bandage.

Maybe she could rest her eyes a bit before she had to go out again? Did she have to go out again? Right now, she was feeling a little drowsy. She knew that the couch at the club wasn't a good place to sleep or at least should take off her makeup or shower, but she felt too tired as her eyelids started giving up on her.

After what felt like five minutes and infinity at the same time, she felt one of her producers shaking her. "Hey, are you okay?" he asked.

Callie was still a bit groggy but her leg was feeling a bit better. It was probably the painkillers finally kicking in or her compression therapy or a combination of both.

"What happened to your leg?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, but I think I twisted my ankle a bit, but battle scars, right?"

The producer helped her sit up on the couch. Thankfully, she hadn't moved a lot in her sleep so her makeup was mostly intact, she should have at least changed before she napped but she hadn't planned on passing out on the couch.

"Are you ready for the lap dances?" He asked. "Because you can take the night off you know?" She really loved her producer. He was thoughtful and kind and knew when was the right time to push her. "That ear looks really angry and you know, you should rest that leg."

Callie knew he was right, she needed to take care of herself so that her injuries didn't flare up and cause her more pain than she was already in. The brunette had a lot of vacation days saved up, so she might as well take some advantage of it.

"Thanks, I think I might just do that."

"Yeah, and take two maybe three days off while you are at it? Heel up quickly and come back stronger!" Callie spread her arms as she leaned in to hug her producer. She loved her little family she had here at the club.

"Thanks! You're really great!" Her producer winked at her as he left the room.

Callie watched the girls entering and leaving as they quickly changed their outfits as they undid and redid their makeup, getting ready for lap dances.

One of the dancers approached her as she sat beside her "Miami? You not hitting the crowd tonight?" She asked as she applied lotion to her foot.

"Nope, I'm taking the night off."

"Well, that sucks because there was a certain blonde having her heart set on someone that she or her friend haven't paid for any lap dances yet."

Callie rolled her eyes. "I'm sure they aren't looking for me." she replied as she rolled her ankle making sure her bandage wasn't cutting off her circulation. "You guys are way hotter. They are probably scoping out the girls before deciding on the hottest one in the house."

Her friend smiled as she got up from the couch, "Or they have a thing for Latinas and Spanish accents."

Callie threw her pillow in her direction. She didn't like that suddenly Arizona was 'her blonde' not her words, but the words of most people here backstage. Like the peds surgeon had literally attended only two shows, one of which was today. How come suddenly she had ownership of her?

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. It wasn't unusual for the guests to come backstage to the green room. But Callie didn't expect it to be Arizona.

"Hey, can I talk to Miss Miami?" the blonde asked as she nervously fidgeted with her fingers. The whole room burst into cat calls. But Callie didn't even bother turning around to face her guest.

It took everything Arizona had to get up from that table on the floor and take those couple of steps that led to the dressing room. Every time she thought about turning back, she'd picture Miss Miami out of her makeup trying to find her. She had never meant to leave her like that. So, whenever she had a moment of doubt, she'd take a deep breath and carry on walking.

For a moment Arizona thought that she wouldn't be able to recognize the brunette without her makeup. But she was simply sitting on the couch with another one of the performers.

Callie switched from her regular persona to her character. "Si?" it wasn't going to be that easy to earn forgiveness from her.

"I think this belongs to you?" the blonde dangled the silver earring from her fingertips.

"It does."

"Umm… I'm here to return it."

Miss Miami stood up slowly from seat and seductively walked and stood in front of Arizona.

She leaned in and tucked a strand of blonde hair behind her ear before she leaned in and whispered in her ear. " I think I told you to keep it Mami."

Arizona swallowed. It was one thing being in the crowd and another being directly in front of Miss Miami. She was breathtaking even more so in person than on stage. She caught a whiff of the brunette's scent. In the crowd with all the alcohol taking the air, it was difficult to tell what was the performer's scent.

She smelled like a garden of freshly cut roses. Suddenly, Arizona just wanted to grab her and make Miss Miami her own. But she hated that even though they weren't on stage there were still people around them.

Arizona took a deep breath, it was really tough talking to the performer. The blonde could tell that she was still mad at her but "I needed a reason to come around the back."

"A reason?" Miss Miami raised her brow, but she let that comment slide.

She could see that Arizona was sweating bullets. Even though she was about a week late she was glad that the blonde had taken up her offer to come and meet her after the show. Better late than never. Maybe she could take her to a room without all her dancers friends here.

The only question that Callie had in her mind was, where did she and Arizona stand. They were kind of friends but the blonde didn't know that she was Miss Miami. Even though she had insulted her, yet she could see desire in her eyes every time she was on that stage. Even right now, when Arizona was standing in front of her, she could see that the surgeon wanted her.

Callie sort of had a sixth sense that came with performing topless for quite some time. She could tell when the person in front of her was thinking of her. Sure, she could usually only tell it when she was performing, but right now she was one hundred percent sure that the only thought Arizona had in her mind was… Her. Along with some unsavory things she wanted to do with her.

Maybe Miss Miami might just give her what she wanted.

"Umm… great performance out there, but the ear thing looked really painful, are you okay?"

"I can handle a little pain, can you?" Miss Miami couldn't help it. She felt like a predator circling her prey as she watched Arizona squirming under her gaze. Even though Callie felt bad for Arizona, Miss Miami enjoyed it thoroughly.

"I can give you a quick checkup." Miss Miami raised her eyebrow. Was Arizona proposing what she thought she was proposing? "No! I meant, I'm a doctor. I can give you a quick check up."

Miss Miami pretended to think but then she gently grabbed Arizona's hand "Sure, follow me," she said using her most sultry voice and led Arizona out of the dressing room and into a private room.

Addison had told her that the blonde was a womanizer, that saying no to her just managed to turn her on even more. But she hasn't interacted with Miss Miami yet and whoever got closer to her got burned, hell roasted even. Miss Miami wasn't scared of anything, even the things that Callie was afraid of.

Arizona didn't know what to feel as the performer caressed her hand. It was somehow the most intimate they have ever been. How ridiculous did that sound? The first time the blonde was here, Arizona had felt her up from her breasts to her butt, yet how did holding her hand make her heart beat faster? Somehow that fleeting hand in her hair as she tucked it behind her ear, made her feel like it belonged there. Like she wanted it to stay there.

Miss Miami opened the door for her as she led her to a couch, before she sat down beside her. There was a mirror in front of them with several light bulbs surrounding it.

"Alright, give me the full work up, Doctor?"

"Oh, yeah umm Doctor Robbins. Dr. Arizona Robbins," as she held out her hand.

"Nice to meet you Dr. Robbins. I'm Miss Miami."

"Nope, none of that, I deserve to know your real name." Arizona was feeling confident. Since it was just the two of them hanging out on a couch she felt a bit more in her element and a bit less intimidated.

"Fair enough, you can call me… Calliope."

"Calliope…" the blonde tried out the name and suddenly all Callie wanted was her tongue on her. "I like it, it suits you."

Just hearing her say her name was doing things to her. Till date only her father was the one who called her Calliope, in fact since the father-daughter were now estranged, it had been a couple of years since she had heard the name from someone else's mouth.

But Callie had not expected her to say her name so sensually that it sounded like music from her lips.

Callie almost missed when the blonde leaned over and touched her ear. For a moment, she thought that Arizona was making a move on her but soon enough, reality sunk in and she realized that it was Dr. Robbins leaning over and not Arizona.

Suddenly, Addison's words started ringing in her ears. The OB had told her that the woman in front of her was a womanizer, that her list of broken hearts was about as long as Mark's, rather it could totally beat his. Callie noticed how flushed Arizona's complexion had gotten.

Was it a kink for her? Getting it on with a stripper. Was there a checklist? That suddenly, she was done with the nurses and doctors in the hospital and she was scoping out new talent.

So much for their friendship. Callie knew that she was being unfair and she was just assuming these things about Arizona. But she had been in too many relationships that she didn't need another person to tell her how much her job disgusted them.

At the end of the day, the blonde was a doctor and she was a topless dancer. They would never be on the same level. If this was Arizona's way of getting it on with a stripper, she would much rather have it be done now then have her chasing her tail.

Why did this always happen to her? Callie thought that finally someone was okay with her job, but nope, that would mean that she would finally be happy and life did not like it when she was happy.

Nevertheless, she was ready to do anything to get rid of her.

"You're very tall," Arizona stated.

God those eyes had the power of reeling you and keeping you imprisoned didn't they? Ugh, it was going to be a lot harder. "Hmm?"

"I mean I can't really tell when sitting in a chair or even watching you perform on stage, but you are really tall." Arizona finished her examination. She didn't see anything wrong with it. In fact, the performer wasn't even flinching when she touched her. Either it was a superficial injury or the brunette had already taken some painkillers for it.

Callie snapped out of her reverie. She was not going to let Arizona win. "Is that your kink? You like tall Latina women?" she purred.

The blonde was taken back by her comment. So she stuck to what she knew best, which was medicine. She had noticed that the performer's foot was tied in a bandage and looked a bit swollen to her compared to her other foot.

"Umm… your foot okay, why is it wrapped up in a bandage?" Arizona didn't want to hide behind the cloak of medicine but god, she needed to distract herself because she was sure she was dripping at this point.

"Would you rather have me wrap it around you?" Oh god, what was the performer doing to her?

"You should elevate it and give that foot some rest."

It was now or never. Callie was ready to go in for the kill. "You upset that I didn't come out for a lap dance, Mami?"

"You umm might need to come by the hospital for your foot."

"Cause you'd rather take me on a bed than a chair?"

Callie saw that the blonde was rattled by her comment. Callie swiftly got up from her seat on the couch and straddled the blonde. She could see those precious blue eyes had dilated as her heartbeat sped up. The brunette saw the red tinge on Arizona's face, the same she had seen in the elevator.

That had just confirmed Callie's suspicion. The blonde was indeed fantasizing about Miss Miami when they were trapped together. It really was her kink.

"You want this Mami?" Arizona nodded as Callie leaned down close enough that the surgeon could feel her breath against her lips, but not close enough that she was nearly satisfied. She closed her eyes as she anticipated her lips to be met by the brunette's.

But Calliope just leaned away from her, "Then you need to make the first move."

Arizona snaked her hands behind the performer as she lightly gave her round bottom a firm squeeze before she brought her hand to her back and pulled the performer towards herself. The blonde could see that the woman on her lap wanted her as much as she did, so she leaned in to press a kiss against those plump lips that she had been craving.

But what she met with was the brunette's finger against her lips. "No kissing."

"Why?" Arizona didn't even recognize the voice that left her own throat. She didn't realize that she was already begging for something as simple as a kiss.

Calliope trailed her hand down from the blonde's face to her neck until it finally reached her breast. She gave it a firm squeeze before she leaned down and attacked her neck with wet open mouthed kisses.

"Because I said so… Mami."

The actual reason why Callie did not want to kiss Arizona was because she thought it was too intimate for her. Tonight, the blonde was not here for her but for Miss Miami. Kissing her would make it too messy for her and even messier later when she would just be part of a list of that woman.

If Arizona wanted sex, then that was what she would get. Nothing more, nothing less. She was going to give the blonde a night she won't forget. That's what she wanted right? To bed a stripper?

Arizona's mouth was agape as she felt the brunette's hands roaming around her body. She tightened her hold on the woman on top of her as descended down her body afraid that she'd decided that she had had enough and simply got off her body.

"What are you doing to me Calliope?" Arizona gasped as she felt her hand on her crotch over her jeans. She didn't anticipate that being touched by the brunette would be so intoxicating.

Callie frooze for a second, before realizing that she had told Arizona her real name, that the blonde had not figured out who she was. The brunette didn't reply to the question but instead bit down on the surgeon's nipple over her shirt.

"Oh god!" Callie couldn't help but smile as she put her hand inside Arizona's shirt and soothed the pebbling nipple by her fingertips. She was loving the way the blonde was reacting to her touch.

Even though she knew that this was definitely a one night thing, she couldn't help but notice small things about the blonde. She noticed a tiny little freckle on her shoulder, or the way her eyes rolled behind her skull when Callie found a spot that was sensitive.

"Am I allowed to remove my shirt?"

Callie removed her hands from underneath her blouse and got off her to stand in between Arizona's knees, "No."

"Are you going to remove it instead?"

The smile on Arizona's face was so adorable. With her blonde hair disheveled and her shirt ridden up to her bra.

"Nope."

Arizona's smile dropped. "But I thought we were going to-"

"Relax Mami, I promise you I'll show you a great time."

Callie spread the surgeon's legs as she sat down on the floor in front of her. Arizona's eyes were almost black. The performer could tell that Arizona suddenly had doubts about all of this, but she trusted herself well enough that Arizona will leave the club thoroughly satiated.

"I trust you Calliope, don't for a moment think that I don't, but if this is what you want right now, then so be it."

The brunette looked up at Arizona. She hadn't expected those words to leave her mouth. She trusted her? Maybe she too can see herself trusting her. Maybe she can see this being more than just a one night thing.

Maybe… Just maybe.

Callie mentally slapped herself.

Now was not the time to let her thoughts take over. Even though she had given away her name, she was still Miss Miami, she was not some self doubting, insecure, abandoned little girl, trying to make a living for herself in the big city.

She reached up for her jean clad knees as she slowly made her way from Arizona's inner thighs to her waist purposefully avoiding the spot the blonde wanted her to to touch her the most. She stuck her fingers in her belt loops as she dragged her a little closer to the edge of the sofa.

Callie was watching the blonde's face while Arizona was watching her fingers as they ghosted over stomach and made their way to her belt. To her it was all happening in slow motion as the tan fingers intricately unbuckled her belt as they reached their next stop.

The brunette didn't mean to tease her so much, rather she was setting up boundaries for herself because she knew the kind of person she was. Callie was never the person who slept around. Her heart didn't let her. She would often get way too attached to her partner and they would just end up leaving her heartbroken. She had told herself that she would never let anyone in, that she was happy with the friends she had, with her job, with her life and that she didn't need anything else. This was enough.

She quickly undid the buttons on the blonde's pants and unzipped them. She knew that Arizona was desperate for her touch but if tonight was the only night they would be together, she wanted it to be memorable for Arizona beyond the fact that she got to have sex with a stripper.

"You ready Mami?" The brunette asked as she dipped her fingers slightly playing with the neatly trimmed curls inching her way to her core at a painfully slow pace.

Arizona nodded. She had been ready a long time ago but so far, she had been denied. She was denied of those delicious lips, she was denied of stripping the brunette bare, she was tired of hearing the word no. In fact, it should be banned from her vocabulary.

The brunette inched her hand lower until her fingertips met the moisture that had been collected between Arizona's legs. "Calliope" she couldn't help but moan as she finally got what she wanted. Arizona closed her eyes as she felt the performer's other hand crawling up her stomach, to her breast, to play with her nipple. "Oh god! Right there… Give it to me… I can take it! I can take it!"

"Is that right?" Callie said as she applied even more pressure on the blonde's clit. "You are so unbelievably wet right now, why are you so wet Mami?" she suddenly inserted three fingers into Arizona as she threw her head back in pleasure. "You said you can take it, so be a big girl and take it!"

Arizona moaned as she thrust her hips forward to meet the brunette's hand. Callie got off her knees as she straddled the blonde once again, changing the angle of her trusts. She could feel that Arizona was close to the edge, that within a couple of more seconds she would climax so Callie leaned forward towards the freckle on the blonde's shoulder and kissed it.

She could tell that Arizona liked it by the sounds that were leaving her mouth. Callie didn't mean it, but when she pulled away from the blonde's neck, she saw that she had left a hickey on her neck. That was not her intention. She was never the person who liked to give hickeys unless her partner asked for it or when her senses betrayed her and caused her to leave marks on her lover's body, which unfortunately, happened very rarely.

Lover…

No, Arizona was not her lover. She could see the mark was getting redder but it didn't look like the blonde even felt it.

"I'm com-coming… God Calliope, I'm coming!" Arizona shouted as she tried to get a hold of something. Her orgasm had hit her hard and she wasn't even naked yet. It had been a while since she had such an earth shattering experience and she couldn't wait for what was in store for the rest of the night.

She tried to catch her breath, but the big bright smile that was adorning her face made it even harder.

Callie let the blonde ride out her orgasm before she removed her hand from the blonde's pants "You okay Mami?"

Arizona couldn't believe it. The brunette straddling her needed confirmation on how she had managed to blow her whole world to the point that Arizona wouldn't even be surprised if she saw god walking into the room. She had literally died and gone to heaven.

"You are kidding right?" The blonde put her hands on the performer's thighs as she pulled her closer towards her. She was about to kiss her on the lips but she held herself back, she didn't want to do anything to ruin the night. In fact, she was looking forward to pleasure the goddess sitting on her lap. "That must have been one of the best orgasms I have ever had."

Callie smiled sadly. This was the last time she was seeing her so the brunette wanted to give Arizona a night she wont forget. "Yeah?"

Arizona nodded as squeezed the Latina's butt. Callie slowly brought the hand that had pleasured the surgeon and put it on the blonde's lips. She thought that Arizona would recoil and swat her hand away but what happened next surprised her. Arizona opened her mouth and took Callie's fingers inside her mouth and thoroughly licked them one by one.

She was not shy and she was definitely not shy of her own juices. Arizona had been with women who didn't like to be kissed after she had gone down on them, but to the blonde, it was just sexy to find her taste on someone else's lips.

Arizona was about to put the brunette's third finger in her mouth but Callie beat her to it and smeared it on the corner of her lips. For a moment, Arizona was confused. What was going on?

The brunette leaned forward and kissed her on the corner of her lips as she felt her tongue licking her before she saw the performer pulling back.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself," Callie didn't need to apologize, since it was her own rule that she had broken but she couldn't help herself. She wanted just a little taste of the blonde and of those gorgeous lips, both the sets actually.

She couldn't believe how unbelievably good the blonde tasted that she was almost tempted to break all of her rules and strip Arizona out of all of her clothing, but she had to be strong.

This was just a one night thing. In fact, she knew that after tonight, their newborn friendship was done. As soon as the blonde figured out that it was her who pleasured her, she would stop coming to her club and start avoiding her whenever she visited the hospital.

Callie slowly got off of the blonde as she grabbed a paper towel and wiped her hand. Arizona reached forward and grabbed her by the waist. "Where are you going?" The blonde saw how fallen the performer's face looked. "Hey, what's wrong?"

"I'm gonna go."

"Wait what? Why? I haven't even gotten to pleasure you yet," the blonde was not sure where Calliope was trying to do. Something had suddenly dropped her mood and the fierce woman just vanished.

"Maybe next time?"

"Why not now?"

"Because… It's getting late, I'm sure you have to be somewhere tomorrow?"

What had happened between her hitting her orgasm and right now that the performer was trying to run away from her.

"I do, but I want to touch you first."

Arizona stood up and walked closer to her as she grabbed her by her elbows, but the brunette gently removed her hands off her. "Please?" Calliope requested.

"Okay… but later, you are mine?" but Callie didn't reply.

Arizona tried to run her hands through her own hair as she tried to tame it before she buttoned and zipped up her jeans as she fastened her belt. "Can I at least get your number?" the blonde was frustrated.

"No."

"Then how am I supposed to contact you?"

"I guess you don't then."

Arizona threw her hands up in anger as she saw the brunette walking towards the door, "Then what was this?" she gestured between the two of them.

"This was because you were denied your dance Mami," she said as she left Arizona standing alone in the room.

A/N: So? What do you guys think? Why do you think Callie did that? What do you think is going on in Arizona's head? Will they meet again? How long will it take for them to see each other again and of course, the most coveted question. When will Arizona find out that Callie and Calliope are the same person?

Ps, this is the longest chapter I have done. Also, watch out for the next one, you don't want to miss it.