Arizona's POV

We're gonna ignore timelines here, even with their ages. They should have been talking about college and cars(soon for cars)but those storylines are just popping up in my head. Also, I don't think things will be that far off from a real-life timeline.

I'm just not organized nor do I plan these chapters ahead.

*Sometime Later*

Instead of hanging out at my house by ourselves, Callie and I have opted to stay at her house. I'm not exactly paranoid but it's a lot more comfortable sleeping in a house with other people occupying the other rooms. Especially where mom gets on me about locking my room door. Being here feels safer like I don't have to worry about too much. I also had dinner with the Torres, and now we're sitting in their family room.

Mrs. Torres is sitting across from us. Aria is on the loveseat with her. I wouldn't say Aria is really sitting because she often gets up and walk out of the room. I guess she does come back, so I can count her as being here too. Callie's mom is kinda obsessed with the real housewives so we're watching a bunch of episodes. We ran through at least three already.

With Callie's dad not home, her parents have a scheduled call at ten. Of course, the call time changes as his location does but they call each other a lot throughout the day. Most times, that I've been here at night he calls to you know, says goodnight. It's usually a facetime call and the whole family joins in at some point. I've only seen the man in person a handful of times, however, these calls make me feel like I really know him.

Her mom picks up the phone with the biggest smile. Mr. Torres usually has that effect on her. They're actual goals. Callie is tuned into the tv but I'm being nosy, listening in on their call.

Mr. Torres had quite the day. He pitched an idea and it went horribly. He got assigned to a new project because of this. is trying to follow along but she keeps getting lost in the series too. Like mother like daughter.

I can hear him call out for anyone else to take the phone. Seeing that no one else is eager, I offer to do it.

"Hey, I'll take it," I get her attention by getting closer then pointing to the phone. She shrugs in offering the phone. "I'll catch up with you later," she said softly into the phone.

"Heyy Carlos!" I'm met with his full beard and mature face on the screen.

"Hi, Arizona! How's it going?"

"Good, good. How's it going for you?"

"Work is how it always is. It wasn't great today actually and I miss my girls."

"Aww, I can tell you they miss you too."

"Hmm, I couldn't tell given that they are paying me no mind," he says jokingly.

Callie catches this so she responds loudly, "No I too Miss you, Papi. I just can't miss another fight!"

"What um franchise is this one?"

I don't remember off the top of my head so I wait for a minute to see it pop up on the side of the screen, "Salt Lake City."

"Uh-huh, no that makes sense. Have you decided which colleges to apply to yet? because I know Calliope has not."

I nod to say that I have at least started the process. "I've narrowed down my list to twelve."

"Twelve is a good number." After he says this our conversation goes flat for a couple of seconds.

He then asks me, "It's nice with you Arizona. Good luck with the application.

"Thanks, better luck at work."

He goes on, "If you wouldn't mind, can you pass me over to your girlfriend? We've got some things to discuss."

I tell him, "yeah sure."

I use the phone to tap Callie's shoulder. "Your dad wants to talk with you."

She groans before taking the phone from me. I'm not even mad as taking it from me is more than I expected already. She could have ignored me altogether. Her dad begins the conversation by asking if she's alright and if she had been looking after her mother. She barely gives a verbal response to both questions. He then starts to talk about college with her too. It's something that I've been thinking about ever since he asked me. I don't know what colleges she's applied for.

She too says she's working on it. He allows her to leave it at that for now. I kinda wish he pressed her more so that I won't have to later. Callie passes the phone to Aria, who takes it out of the room with her.

Callie's POV

At first, mom was watching the tv, but now it is watching her. Her light snoring is audible whenever the tv's audio gets low. Deciding that there's only so much reality tv I can do for the night, I go to wake mom up.

I gently shake her awake, to suggest that she go to bed. She probably also needs to get her phone from Aria. It's interesting how not so long ago it was me who fell asleep ok the couch whenever we watched tv together and now it's mom.

She asks me to run the dishwasher and to clear the table. I oblige as it's not much of a task or a bother. My mom's also tired. I follow my mom's lead to the kitchen, though she walks past it and upstairs to the rooms. I walk to the dining area. There's a wine bottle and tableware left on the table. I make quick work of putting the tableware into the dishwasher. Washing my hands after, I go to pick up the half-full merlot bottle, I go to the put on the island. I'd have to find the wine stopper thingy mom used to recork the bottle. I begin searching the drawers that I suspect could hold the stopper. When the last drawer closes, I'm all out of ideas. Having no luck, I'm about to just drink this. Mom lets me have some from time to time anyway. I'll tell her in the morning. I grab a glass that's big enough and get to pouring out the rest of the liquid. I then put the bottle in the recycling bin.

I offer, "You want some wine?" as I make it back into the living room. I'm aware my eyebrows are doing a dance as I say this.

"Ha, no" she shakes her head in response. I shrug in response because that's just more for me.

I had a few sips on the walk over here, so I take some more. I idly watch the tv while Arizona's doing whatever she's doing over there. I'm not going to finish this now. I place in the cup holders that are attached where I'm sitting.

"You not a little lonely over there?" Yeah. she didn't even make an effort to get closer to me or anything. I'm a little lonely over here.

"Just say you want to be next to me Callie."

"Damn, do you not want to be next to me?" I feign offense or am I really offended? Either Arizona comes to sit between my legs on the chase. She's facing me so it takes nothing to lean into her lips.

She gives a pleased hum, "You taste sweet." I give her more of what's sweet when I pull her lips with my own. I press hard into her. Once satisfied with this interaction, I tell her to, "Turn around, and lie down." She does as much. Being that we are in the corner and most likely won't be seen, I take the chance to try something. I reach for the blanket without disturbing our position. Lucky for me the basket isn't too far from us.

That being said and attempted, my moving us, even if it was a little gets an unpleasant reaction from Arizona. To blow it over, I kiss her neck whilst saying, "I'm sorry," a bunch of times. I take a pause but I'm asked to, "No, keep apologizing." Oh, absolutely! I don't get back to it right away. I have to drape the blanket over us first. I go back t her neck, to pull some skin with my teeth, then soothe the area. I move my head down further to continue this action. My hands wander under her top. I have to pull her bra up so I can get to where I want to be. I know I am where I want to be when I'm my palms are met with hard peeks. Going from the side, I get a handful of each of her breasts. Most of my fingers except my thumbs are under her boobs. I begin to brush my thumbs over her nipples. She lets her neck fall more into me.

I half ask, half tell her, "Can you take your bottoms off?" I can only feel her head as she affirms. Her body lifts a bit off the couch.

"I'm gonna need you to hold the blanket up," I say as I venture below her waist. I go inside her panties to find her clit. With two fingers, I slowly begin to circle her sensitive bud. In between stroking her, I'm carefully tugging her nipple. I know, I'm doing what she likes when her breathing becomes more labored. I push into her center more, adding pressure. Arizona lets the blanket slip. The air is a little bit cooler now that we're out in the open, at least from the waist up. I give her the space to pick it back up.

I resume position, only to make faster rotations. A wanting Arizona says, "You should put them inside." Yeah? Okay!

"You gotta take your underwear off," I request as I need more room to do what she's asking and what I'm overly excited to do. When she does, I get to run my fingers between her folds. I spend some time there, collecting, really feeling her wetness. Not that I was unaware, but my girlfriend is really excited about this too. I take swipes at her clit too.

Growing impatient, Arizona softly puts, "Please." Not having eyes on her, I have to let my fingers guide me to her entrance. I only use a single finger as I start to flick it against her. I can appreciate her subtle movements, as she gyrates her hips. I create the motion of pushing in and pulling out of her. Soft moans escape her as she's trying to hold it together.

When I think she's ready, I add another finger. She rolls her hips to adjust. Arizona's moans, the tv, and the sounds of me fingering her surround us. Actually, I could swear the tv's volume is getting lower because my girlfriend is getting louder. She's close. Her everything is hitting me. But I have to keep it down. I empathize with her because I want her to feel amazing, I want to hear it too. But I don't think she's trying to control it anymore.

"I know baby, I know," I lean into her ear. I add, "Just breathe through it." I can only hope she gets that I'm not trying to be anything less than understanding. I can feel her pushing against my fingers. She squeezes my legs as I curve my fingers to hit the spot. I'm going, she's going. This position is causing my hands to wrist to cramp but I'm soldiering on. She's so close.

That's it now. She's trembling. Arizona all but shoves my hand away, "Okay, Okay, Okay!" I let my hand fall in front of her. I'm cool with it because she's finally breathing like a person again. The wine next to us isn't nearly as cold as it should be, but it's what she reaches for. While she's doing this I'm searing this thought into my mind- I have to throw this blanket in the wash and start the dishwasher before going to bed.