Arizona's POV

Sometime later* little update.

Mark is interrupting, AGAIN. He's calling Callie's phone, then my phone, then hers again. I can see his name pop up on each screen on my desk. Why right this second, though? He's been so annoying, and I never find him annoying. Let's say that Callie and I have been exploring things lately. We'll start things up, have it feel really good then Mark would take her away. We even had a fight about one time, me and her. I told her she couldn't touch me! Not if Mark was gonna be a buzzkill in like ten minutes. So she didn't, instead, she went to hang with Mark without me. I know! I never thought that this would ever be the case.

Forget him! I'm gonna just focus on the task at hand.

Callie's hands move away from my chest. The loss of contact isn't welcomed. She starts, "Do you think we should let him in?"

"Please, no." I'm literally begging.

She objects, "He's gonna keep calling."

I close my eyes now. I'm still struggling to focus. Honing in on the feeling of her thigh between my legs, I'm there again. I'm here with her. Body on fire. I take her hand and guide her to touch me.

This too brings Callie back into the room with me. She swipes at my underwear. I get an "Oh wow." Her hands then come up and under my bra, finding my nipples again. She takes them between her index fingers and thumbs. She pulls.

Ahhh. "Harder, Cal." She pinches me. My slow, deliberate movements become faster. It's almost like my underwear is no longer separating our skin. All I feel is a slick thigh under me as I grind. I press myself harder against her.

She encourages, "I love watching you." Seconds after she says this, I get another warm feeling on my skin. Where there was only one, there's now two. She replaces one hand with her mouth, circling with her tongue.

The phones stop ringing.

My own hand wrapping around the back of her head. I push her into my chest. It hits me that we've never gotten this far before. I don't know if I should stop or continue. Callie switches hand falls back onto the bed. She doesn't need my guidance this time. She pulls me completely into her mouth.

I think I might explode. The sensation building in my core is insane. It's aching. Am I supposed to feel like this?

"Shiiitt," my body is pushing past it. The ache begins to feel familiar, like a heartbeat. Callie goes back to using her fingers. If there is something we're working towards, it feels closer rather than farther away. My brunette lifts her leg, giving me more contact.

Not long after, sometime after Mark does. I arrive. A wave washes over me- sorta knocking me down.

When all actions stop I find myself on top of Callie. She's stroking my back.

Mark and Callie have been suspiciously hanging out. Coincidentally, my birthday is right around the corner. They may think they're being sneaky but come on. Mark and Callie never hang out one on one. For a minute, I didn't even think she liked him as a person. Now all of a sudden they're friends independent of me? Nope, I'm not buying it. Callie and I have also played too much of 21 questions lately. I told her not to get me anything so there's no reason to be asking what my favorite everything is.

They're outside my room having another super-secret meeting. I say this because they aren't very loud. I can't hear anything, yet I'm sure they are out there. I've gotten redressed and everything, but I'm still not ready to go out there.

But I do, go out there. I take a seat next to Callie before saying, "Hey," to my best friend.

"What you guys talking about?"

"Mark's thing. Remember how I've been helping him with that project."

"If the project is a surprise party then yes, I remember."

"No one's planning a party, Z."

"So why were you guys whispering out here."

Callie chimes in, "When's your birthday?"

"It's on the 16th." Oh yeah, I never did tell her.

"Do you think we're planning your surprise party when I didn't even know about your birthday, to begin with?" See, she almost had me here. Except, Mark is known to tell people about my birthday. He's told, Lexie.

"I don't have to tell you for you to know. Mark could have."

She quips, "Mark shouldn't have to." So you're saying he did tell you!

"But you did, didn't you?" I bring Mark into the conversation.

He denies it, "Nah, not me."

"So you guys have just magically become best friends?"

"Sorta." Callie picks up for him.

I let them have this one. I can't prove anything anyway. I guess I could be wrong. I may have been looking at this all wrong. My best friend and my-uh- my Callie like each other. This could be good. Now that we're all friends maybe I can have the conversation about wanting some Callie and Arizona time. I do also want some time with Mark.