A/N: Hey guys! This is the chapter you have been waiting for so I'm not going to bore you with a long author's note.

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Chapter 8

Arizona woke up and bolted upright into a sitting position. She tried to get her breathing under control as her fingers raked her messy blonde curls. There was sweat in her brows and her heart was racing. She couldn't get Calliope out of her mind. When Teddy had come to her holding the tickets in her hand, she hadn't anticipated the night to go as it had.

It was never her intention to go to that club and get fucked by the performer. Yes, she had some less than holy thoughts about Miss Miami, she even found herself daydreaming of her and might have fingered herself thinking that it was the brunette's hands plunging in and out of her, but having sex with Calliope was not the only thing in her mind.

Arizona was a known womanizer, she had a reputation for sleeping around the hospital, but that was that.

Had.

She wasn't looking for meaningless fuckery anymore, she wanted something permanent. Someone to come home to, someone to laugh with as she tried to cook them dinner, or well, burned the house down trying to make them dinner, to snuggle on the couch all cozy in a big comfortable blanket as they lazily exchanged kisses. That was what she wanted.

It wasn't that she was looking for a relationship with Miss Miami, but she didn't want to ravage her either.

That was the funny part.

She hadn't gotten to touch Miss Miami, feel her or even kiss her. Hell the brunette didn't even take off her clothes or let her take off hers and yet the orgasm was one the best one she had ever had.

The blonde wanted to rock her world, she was a strong confident woman and wanted to show Calliope a great time as well, but she couldn't help but feel used as she was left there, standing alone in a dimly lit room, with disheveled hair and soiled panties.

Arizona felt used. She felt dirty. She felt as if someone tried to take advantage of her and left her wanting more. She hadn't anticipated that from Calliope. She seemed so nice and kind. Sure they barely had any proper interaction, but the blonde's gut told her that she could trust this person. She even told the brunette that she trusted her and was willing to put with her no kissing rule.

That was another thing, what the fuck was that rule? Honestly, Arizona was disappointed that she hadn't taken that moment to recoil from Calliope. That was definitely an indication that the two of them were not on the same page right? All Arizona wanted was to feel her lips against her own, she wanted to explore her mouth with her tongue, duel with hit for dominance, taste her and make the night memorable for her. She wanted to apologize for standing her up, but none of that happened.

Arizona could swear that she saw the same desire in Calliope's eyes, that she too wanted to be touched the way the brunette had touched her.

So what changed?

She could swear the hottest thing that happened yesterday night was not Miss Miami's routine, or making her scream her name on the couch but when Calliope had dribbled some of her juices on the corner of her own lips and seeked it with her tongue. The thought alone made Arizona wet even though she hated the brunette's guts.

Something so hot had never happened in her life… ever. What was more confusing was when she apologized for almost kissing her. What even was that? She was asking forgiveness for the hottest moment of Arizona's life? And then shortly, the brunette closed herself off completely.

Arizona shook the thought out of her head.

Today was a new day.

Even though she wanted to go to Mark and ask him for some tickets more than anything. But the brunette had made it evidently clear that she didn't want to see her. She even refused to give her her number. Why does that? If it was all about sex for her then why did Calliope get her off and send her packing. If the brunette wanted pleasure, she would have made Arizona go down on her and left her high and dry right? What kind of game was she playing with her?

Nope, no more thinking about Calliope, she told herself, if that was even her real name. But god did she want it to be. She could probably try to find her right? It wasn't like she was trying to find a 'Jennifer' that there would be a shit ton of them online right?

Okay, she needed to stop herself from thinking about any more thoughts about the brunette. Arizona got off of her bed and made her way to the bathroom. She was about to hop in the shower when something in the mirror caught her eye.

"What the fuck?" she looked at herself in the mirror. There was a slightly red and pink hickey staring back at her on her neck. When had Calliope given her a hickey and how had she not noticed it yet?

"So it's fine to not kiss me but leaving hickeys was totally okay in her book?"

Arizona quickly checked the rest of herself for any other marks left on her by the brunette.

"You have got to be kidding me," one of her nipples was slightly more red than the other meaning that Calliope had tried to leave a hickey there as well. How did she even manage to do that since the brunette had never taken off her blouse?

Sighing to herself, Arizona adjusted the temperature of her shower as she brushed her teeth. She barely had enough time to shower let alone have breakfast. She could grab something from the hospital cafeteria after her surgery.

Arizona's surgery had gone well so at least she had that thing working for her today. Although it was a simple one, but she still liked to keep herself grounded by performing simple surgeries and by letting interns have a turn at peds.

So far, her morning was really looking up, she still had to get her caffeine fix and maybe something to eat with it, but Arizona was a perfectionist. Even though the surgery was a minor one, she liked to stay on the surgical floor until her patient was settled into their room and their charts were updated. Since she was the department head she didn't have to wait for anything, but she liked to run her department like that.

The blonde just had to check up on her patient's scans before she could go get something to eat, so she decided to go to radiology herself and see what was the holdup.

She was about to enter the radiology lab when something caught her eyes. Or well, someone.

"Callie? Hey, what are you doing here? And why are you in a wheelchair?"

"Oh it's nothing," Arizona dismissed the nurse that was wheeling her out of the x-ray room. "You don't have to stroll me around."

"Non-sense, now tell me what happened?"

"I… umm twisted my bad foot and then it started swelling so Addie offered to look at it for me." The blonde didn't even see the foot wrapped in a bandage.

"Do you mind if I take a look?"

"It's okay, you don't have to. You must be busy."

Arizona walked around the wheel chair and kneeled in front of Callie. "We are friends right?"

"Umm… I guess so," Callie nervously replied.

"So let me help you."

"Arizona you don't have to-"

"Please?"

Callie nodded. She could see how determined the blonde was so she knew there was no way she could fight her off. Even if she had two perfectly working legs.

"Okay great!" Arizona stood up and started wheeling her to an exam room. "Did you wrap your foot yourself or did one of the doctors do that for you?"

"Umm… I did it myself. I figured it would help reduce the swelling."

"Yeah, it should, good call on that." the blonde smiled. She really was impressed with Callie's medical instincts.

"Thank you."

Arizona rolled Callie into an exam room before she closed the door behind her. "You don't have to wait with me."

"Again with the same thing!" The blonde threw her hands up in frustration. "I need to know, are we friends?"

Callie hesitated "I think so."

"No! Yes, or no! It's a simple question. I need to know if we are friends, because you seem like a really nice person and you said you aren't from Seattle and I'm not from Seattle either, so I just want to know if we can be friends because everything-" Callie put her hands on Arizona.

"Yes, we are friends," she said to get the blonde to stop rambling.

"Okay, then as your friend, I'm going to wait with you. So, do you need help getting up from the wheelchair and sitting on the bed or?"

"No, I think I got it," Callie used both of her hands to haul herself out of the chair balancing on her good foot. But she lost her footing, this was not going to end well. She closed her eyes in anticipation of the floor meeting her face but she felt a strong pair of arms circling her and keeping her upright.

"I got you. Here, you can lean on me,"

She pulled one of Callie's arms around herself as it rested on her shoulders while she guided the Latina to the bed in the exam room. "It's not a bad thing to ask for help Callie."

The brunette however avoided her eyes. "I know, but I'm kind of used to doing things by myself."

"Now that you are comfortable, can I take a look at your foot?"

"Umm… sure."

The blonde grabbed a nearby chair and pulled it towards herself before positioning herself in between Callie's knees. She gently took her foot in her lap mindful of not jolting or causing any more pain to the brunette than she already was. Arizona slowly unwrapped the bandage from her foot as she touched the clearly swollen ankle, examining it thoroughly.

"Ouch!" the blonde couldn't help it. The swelling looked bad and painful.

"Tell me about it," Callie replied.

"It doesn't look like a major break or anything, so that's good. But there could be a crack or a hairline fracture or maybe just a sprain." Arizona rewrapped her foot using a new bandage "It's a good thing that you came in."

Callie nodded as she watched the blonde standing up and grabbing some hand sanitizer. "Yeah, it was hurting a lot."

"Do you want me to prescribe you some painkillers or do you still want to pretend to be badass?"

The brunette chuckled, "I gave up on being badass last night when I popped some pills."

Arizona's expression changed as her smile was replaced with a frown "Oh honey, I'm so sorry you are in so much pain."

The term of endearment did not go unnoticed by the brunette. If only she knew her true identity, she would have bolted the first chance she got, hell she wouldn't even stick around and help her through her injury.

Callie had not meant for the night to end the way it did. But as she was kissing down Arizona's body, she realized that she had started to catch feelings for the blonde. How bizarre was that? The surgeon didn't even know her true identity yet she felt the most open when she was pleasuring the woman. That was another one of her reasons why the brunette didn't strip herself or her companion out of her clothes. She as is, was feeling naked with all the thoughts running through her head.

In reality, Callie wanted much more. The sound of Arizona cumming was nothing less than music to her ears. Her hands palming her butt felt like magic. She wanted a lot more, so she did what she knew best, she tried to distance herself from her as much as possible. As unfair as it sounded she would rather break the blonde's heart rather than have the surgeon break hers.

Today, when she came to the hospital, she wanted to come as early as possible hoping that she didn't run into Arizona at the hospital. As a former doctor, she knew that surgeries usually took place early in the morning. But her luck wasn't in her favor. As soon as her radiologist helped her back into the wheelchair, the blonde was standing right there, in front of her, dressed in those sexy blue scrubs with her hair freely cascading down her shoulders.

Suddenly, the blonde's stomach grumbled.

"Sorry, I haven't eaten anything since morning."

"Why?"

"I was running late for surgery and then I ran into you," Callie remembered her days as an intern, but wasn't the blonde the head of her department?

"You need to look after yourself Arizona! You can't fix people if you get sick too!"

"I know I know, I was on my way to the cafeteria when I ran into you."

Callie reached into her pocket and pulled out a muffin. "Here."

"No, it's okay I shouldn't-"

"Am I your friend Arizona?" The brunette used the same trick that was used on her before.

"Of course," she replied as she took the muffin from her "Thank you Callie."

"Sure, no problem," Callie made room for Arizona to sit beside her by her bed. "Here, have a seat."

"No, that's okay, I can sit on the chair."

"Arizona…" the brunette knew that she didn't have to play the friendship card again and that her tone must have given away what she was going to say.

The blonde smiled as she took a seat beside her, "Thank you."

The two of them sat in an uncomfortable silence as Arizona munched on her muffin. She didn't realize how hungry she had been until the muffin had filled her senses.

"So, how long will take for the scans to get ready?" Callie asked as she saw the blonde crumbling up the muffin wrapper and throwing it in a near bin.

"Any minute now, unless the lab is backed up."

"Okay."

There it was again, silence. It was something that Callie hated but she wasn't sure how to talk to the blonde. Especially, after how she had left her last night. The guilt was eating at her but at the same time she knew that if she hadn't distanced herself from her, she would have definitely regretted it later.

Callie looked over at Arizona as she saw her fidgeting with something on her neck. "Hey, what's that?" she asked as she reached her hand out and touched the red circle on her neck.

Redness crept up on the blonde's cheeks as she felt Callie's fingertips on her mark. "Oh, It's nothing."

"You should get that checked out Arizona, it looks like a rash of some kind."

"No it's not!" Arizona replied immediately.

Callie took a closer look at her neck and dropped her hand. It was a hickey, a hickey that she had left on her last night. The brunette hadn't meant to brand her, but when she realized she had given her a hickey, it was already too late, the mark had already started pinking up.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to pry."

"It's okay, I thought my scrub top covered it completely," the blonde laughed nervously "I guess it doesn't."

"It does, but you were kind of fiddling with it," Callie admitted. "So fun night. I presume?"

Arizona scoffed "Far from it."

The brunette knew that she shouldn't poke the bear but she couldn't help it. "Why? You and your girlfriend had a fight?"

"Girlfriend?" Arizona questioned.

"Oh, I'm sorry Mark told me that you were lesbian, are you not?"

"Yeah, I am but this," she pointed at her hickey "was definitely not my girlfriend's work."

Callie gasped. "Dr. Robbins, are you having an affair?"

The blonde lightly swatted her shoulder. "No, I don't do affairs or relationships, even though I try, there's just something about me that screams that I'm just in it for the sex."

"Well you are hot."

Arizona smiled "Are you flirting with me Callie?"

"Only because you have been flirting with me."

"I have not!"

"Oh you definitely were!"

"Trust me Callie, that was not flirting. You'd definitely know if I was flirting."

"Yeah?"

Arizona shifted closer to the brunette as she leaned in "Hmm…" she said as she raised her hand to caress her cheek "You are really pretty Callie."

The blonde gently took a strand of hair in her hand as she leaned in to tuck it behind the brunette's ear. The second Callie saw what Arizona was about to do, she moved away before she got any closer.

But she wasn't fast enough.

"Hey, your ear is a little red."

"Yeah, I must have slept weird or something."

"Here, let me take a look." Arizona leaned in towards her but Callie just moved backward.

"No that's okay, I'm fine."

"God, just let me help you Callie!" She said she pushed her hair away to take a closer look at her ear.

Arizona's eyes darted up as she met a guilty looking pair of brown ones. It was as if her brain was starting to put things together. The foot, the ear, the sound of her voice. Suddenly, instead of seeing Miss Miami pleasuring her with her fingers she saw Callie.

All the mental images from last night were replaced by the brunette sitting in front of her. It was Callie who was sitting on her lap. It was Callie who had left that mark on her neck, who's earring had gotten snagged in her blouse, who had given her the best orgasm she had ever had, so refused to kiss her or take off her clothes, but most of all left her all standing by herself feeling used.

The blonde looked down at those lips before her eyes darted back at her eyes.

"Calliope?" she asked.

Arizona suddenly stood up as she ran her hand through her hair. What the fuck was going on? "You are Miss Miami aren't you?"

Callie looked down. She didn't have the courage to answer.

The blonde had finally figured it out.

A/N: I know it's a smaller chapter. But I did want Arizona to find out who Callie actually was in this chapter.

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