CHAPTER 22 – MOVE AND GROOVE TOGETHER

Arizona walked into the attending's room only to find it empty, if not for Amelia currently struggling with the coffee machine. She was about to talk when she realized she had just walked onto a yet unidentified situation. The neurosurgeon was obviously tensed, if her stiff shoulders, her scoffs and her nervous behavior were anything to go by. The brunette was mumbling to herself under her breath, Arizona couldn't make out what she was saying but she was clearly lost in her mind since she hadn't heard the pediatric surgeon coming in when Arizona hadn't been particularly silent.

"Hey, are you… alright?" the pediatric surgeon asked, concerned.

Amelia jumped at the voice, startled, and turned around with one hand on her racing heart.

Arizona grew even more concerned. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."

"S'okay," the neurosurgeon replied with a shy, anxious smile. "I was just, you know, thinking," she awkwardly motioned around her.

The blonde raised an eyebrow and sat down at the table, giving her girlfriend a kind smile. "I kind of got that part. Are you alright?" she asked, her tone non-judgemental.

"Yeah, I'm doing great! Awesome, totally fine!" Amelia said in a way too high-pitched voice and turned back around before she could word vomit another stupid comment.

She kept on messing with the coffee machine for a few minutes while softly cursing at her inability to hide her edginess. Arizona saw right through it though, it seriously didn't take a genius to see that something was obviously bothering the brunette. So she just waited there, waited to see if Amelia wanted to talk about it. She sat there silently playing with her phone, offering Amelia her presence and the possibility of physical comfort or a talk. The blonde watched Amelia from out of the corner of her eye and saw her accidently making her empty mug tip over for the second time in the whole thirty seconds since she had entered the room. The neurosurgeon could be clumsy at times but the shaky hands told Arizona it was more than usual clumsiness.

The neurosurgeon turned back around with a heavy sigh and her hands clenched the counter so hard her knuckles turned white.

"When are you going to ask me to move in?" the words spilled out of her mouth at the speed of light before Amelia could even stop herself, her heart beating so fast in her chest that she could feel the blood rushing through her veins.

Taken aback, Arizona gave her a confused look. "We already live together?" she tentatively said, not really knowing is she was asking a question or if she was stating a fact.

"I know. But we evolved from roommates to partners. So, when are you going to ask me to move my stuff from my room to yours? Because I've been casually bringing more and more clothes over and let's face it, the only time we don't sleep together is either because one of us has a night shift or either because I come home back very late and I don't want to wake you up. And it sucks by the way because I like sleeping with you a lot," she frowned at her wording. "Wait, that sounded wrong. I meant sleeping, as in, laying unconscious for several hours with you in my arms. Not that I don't like sleeping with you as in having sex with you, because trust me, I totally do. I'd be crazy not to, you're really good at sex. A rock star. But I also like going to sleep and knowing that if I wake up in the middle of the night for whatever reason, you're here. You're just laying next to me, peacefully breathing and smelling faintly like lavender and I'm lulled right back to dreamland. So um… yeah. That's all I had to say," she awkwardly finished and she scratched to back of her head, visibly feeling uncertain about her little speech.

Arizona was mind blown. For a moment she wasn't sure if she had imagined the whole thing or if it had actually happened. But no, Amelia had really just asked her if they could move in together. She felt a little frustrated with herself for not realizing earlier that it was a part of their relationship that her girlfriend might feel insecure about. In her mind, it was crystal clear that her bedroom was now theirs.

So the pediatric surgeon asked, "What are you doing Sunday?"

The neurosurgeon frowned, thrown off by the question. "Did you not hear a word of what I just said?" she asked, a little upset by Arizona's complete disregard.

"What are you doing Sunday?" Arizona reiterated and got up, walking towards Amelia until she was standing right in front of the other woman.

"I don't know," Amelia replied, now upset and annoyed that Arizona had basically overlooked her candid and opened monologue. "I think it's my day off, so probably chillaxing."

Bright blue eyes sought out dark blue ones and Arizona took the wobbly hands in hers, intertwining their fingers confidently. "You're not chillaxing anymore, you're moving in," she stated with an assured smile.

The brunette's eyes went from irritated to almost popping out of her skull hilariously fast. "What?" her heart skipped a beat and her mind finally stopped over thinking, instead going blank.

Arizona squeezed her hands. "I'm off too Sunday, I just swapped my shift with Karev's. So we're moving the rest of your stuff to my room," she kissed Amelia sweetly. "The only reason I didn't ask you to move in is because I didn't think I needed to. Honestly, there is so much of your crap all over mine," she teased playfully. "Half of the drawers are filled with your clothes. You claimed the left bedside table as your own. The pillowcase has your scent printed all over it. I hadn't realized you still had stuff in your last room. But if it can help you make you feel safer and more serious about us, then we're doing it. Officially," her thumb came to stroke her cheek tenderly, her eyes never leaving her lover's ones.

"What did I do to deserve you?" Amelia's voice was filled with vulnerability and gratefulness. She kissed the other woman eagerly, cupping her cheeks.

Arizona's hands traveled under her scrub top to rest onto her hips and softly caressed the bare skin she found there. She let the brunette took the lead and was more than happy to feel the neurosurgeon's body relax right under her fingertips as her doubts scattered away into thin air.

"For your information, I love it when you sleep into our bed too. Even if it's late and you climbing in wakes me up a little bit. I like having you near me and knowing you made it home safely," the pediatric surgeon confessed and gently rubbed their noses together.

"That's so gay," the neurosurgeon kidded with a wide smile and the blonde rolled her eyes in annoyance. "You better get used to it though. I'm never going back to the guest room. You're not allowed to sleep alone anymore."

"Good, I wouldn't have it any other way," Arizona pulled the other woman closer until she could engulf Amelia into a tender hug.

The brunette nuzzled her neck and then hid her head comfortably into honey blonde hair. She felt a kiss being dropped onto her forehead and a few butterflies erupted into the pit of her stomach at the reassurance that they were both more than ready for this new step.

"Are you going to actually be able to make coffee now or do you need some help?"

Amelia nudged her girlfriend's ribs with her elbow and pouted.

"Jackson has to work on Sunday. Want to do lunch?" April asked.

"Aspiration," Arizona instructed to Wilson and then replied to the ginger. "Can't. Amelia's moving in."

April's hands stopped and she looked up from their patient's intestines with a look of pure confusion while Arizona was still fumbling in. "She's what?"

The blonde raised an eyebrow at her friend. Did she mispronounce? "Moving in."

"Don't Dr Sheperd and you live together already?" Wilson asked with a doubtful frown of her eyebrows, obviously as confused as April.

"They do," April replied for Arizona and her hands went back to work. "Amelia's stuff is literally right across the hall."

"Exactly. And on Sunday, it's coming straight to my room. Hence the moving in."

"Oh, I see. And moving three tee-shirts and a bedside lamp is going to take you all day long?" April asked sarcastically.

"Of course not. One hour, one hour and half top. Celebratory sex however might take a while which is the real reason I can't do lunch Sunday."

"Ew!" the trauma surgeon made a disgusted face. "I so did not need to know that! Why would you even tell me that?"

Jo simply stood there, carefully suctioning and pretending her hardest that she couldn't hear the small bickering happening in between the two surgeons.

"You were being noisy," the blonde teased with a satisfied smile.

"Is it what I think it is?" Wilson suddenly asked to the medical team surrounding her.

Arizona felt her heart cave as she took in the small yet visible tumor onto the kid's duodenum. "It was supposed to be a simple hepatectomy. How did his cancer spread so fast? There were no metastases signs two days ago! How were his labs this morning?" she said as she searched around frantically for more metastases with the trauma surgeon.

"His white cells were slightly elevated but he had a cold last week and we stopped chemo four days ago so his body would be ready for this upcoming surgery. It wasn't up enough to be alarming otherwise I would have reported it."

"Some days suck."

The brunette was putting the last of her clothes away in Arizona's drawers. When she came back to the guest room, also known as her old bedroom, she found Arizona sitting on the bed with the biggest smirk the brunette had ever seen on her pinky lips. She raised an inquisitive eyebrow at the blonde who merely mentioned on the bed and wiggled her eyebrows playfully.

"Something you want to tell me Sheperd?"

She looked down, almost fearful of what to expect, until her curious blue orbs settled onto the sheets. They were littered with what the neurosurgeon would like to refer as her secret pleasure stash, only it didn't seem so secret anymore.

Amelia abruptly looked sheepish and very self-aware, an expression Arizona had rarely seen onto her girlfriend's features until now and that definitely didn't belong here. Her fingers were toying nervously and a light red materialized onto her pale cheeks, her dark sapphire eyes glancing all around the room except to the very bed.

She scratched the back of her head shyly. "Not really?" she tentatively said, unsure of where to stand and tiptoeing a fine line between being caught red-handed and wanting to appear cool, which she really wasn't succeeding at right now.

Realistically, she knew it wasn't that big of a deal. Both women were old enough and open-minded enough to understand the concept of solo sex and acknowledge its importance. Even though they were involved with each other, they could comprehend that it was still healthy to sometimes take some down time to focus just on themselves, to be a little selfish and indulge their inner desires and fantasies. They were mature enough to understand they both did it every so often and to respect it.

Seeing her partner's discomfited face, Arizona felt a little guilty, she hadn't meant to make Amelia feel uncomfortable.

"Aw, babe. Come here," she cued as she stood on her knees on the edge of the bed, motioning for the neurosurgeon to come closer.

Amelia took a few uncertain and timid steps towards the blonde. The pediatric surgeon softly grabbed her hips in a strong yet protective grip to pull Amelia against her. One of her hand wandered to the side of Amelia's face and gently caressed the smooth cheek before placing a delicate kiss onto her lips. Arizona was glad when she felt Amelia relax against her, the brunette's arms snaked around her neck and rested surely on her shoulders. Arizona pulled away with a warm and reassuring smile.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you feel awkward. I was just trying to be playful but I really wasn't," her thumb slowly toed and froed onto the prominent hipbone to its own rhythm as she apologized.

Amelia shrugged nonchalantly. "It's okay."

"Nah. Everything that doesn't bring a smile onto those lips isn't okay," she said sweetly.

Amelia finally smiled at Arizona's tender revelation, her heart fluttered in her chest as her brain registered the adoring words. The grin made Arizona feel slightly better about her mishap.

"Come on, let's clean it up. They can go with mine."

Amelia's small smile turned into a smirk and she raised an inquisitive eyebrow at the blonde.

"Yours?"

"Well, yeah. Unless you want to leave them scattered around but Sof's coming back tomorrow and I would hate to have to explain what those are," Arizona said ironically.

Amelia chuckled. "You know that wasn't what I meant," she whined but started to gather her stuff anyway.

"Like you haven't seen me use them from time to time. Last drawer, black box," Arizona instructed and puckered her lips and closed her eyes for a kiss since Amelia was going to pass in front of her in order to walk out of the room.

"Thanks honey," Amelia said and, instead of the lips offered to her, decided to squeeze the other woman's butt on her way out.

"HEY!" the pediatric surgeon called out, not having expected it.

She got back to cleaning up the second to last drawer when she heard Amelia's mischief voice from the doorway.

"Okay, don't be mad."

She frowned as she turned around, "Why would I be-" the words died on her lips as her eyes landed onto the brunette.

She had managed to find Arizona's only sextoy with a suction cup and smack it right in the middle of her forehead, leaving the toy standing proudly in the air, wiggling around with every move her head was making.

"I'm a unicorn," Amelia said lightheartedly. "Whaddaya think?"

For about two seconds, Amelia wasn't sure what to expect. Arizona seemed frozen in time. But just as she was going to apologize and take the thing off, the pediatric surgeon busted out laughing. Full on, horribly loud, abs hurting, tear worthy laughs and Amelia felt accomplished. Arizona's laugh was music to her ears and she was pretty sure she would never grow tired of hearing it. After a few moments, she had eventually calmed down enough to talk.

"You're officially the dorkiest person I know," Arizona said with a giggle as she wiped her tears with her hands.

"Anything to make my girlfriend laugh," Amelia smiled cheekily and sat close to the blonde.

Arizona grabbed the toy and softly tugged on it, unsticking it from the skin. The pediatric surgeon gasped when she saw that the suction cup had left a big round red demarcation.

"What?" Amelia asked, frowning at the sudden concern overtaking Arizona's features.

"You have a big red mark on your forehead," the blonde replied, trying her best to hold back the chuckle that was threatening to make it out.

"Right in the middle? Great! I must look like an idiot," Amelia pouted and frantically rubbed the spot to boost the blood flow in hope of making the bruise go away.

"Yeah, 'cause you looked real serious with a penis on," Arizona teased.

"You know what I meant," she rolled her eyes.

"I know," Arizona cued. She tilted Amelia's head forward and placed a kiss on her forehead. "You know, I'm sometimes scared that Sofia will stumble upon it and make a mess or ask questions I don't know how to reply to yet but maybe I should be more scared of you."

"Shut up!" the neurosurgeon exclaimed and playfully nudged her partner's ribcage.

"AMELIA! YOU WANNA EAT CHINESE, THAI OR PIZZA FOR LUNCH?" Arizona called out from their kitchen while glancing at their take out menus.

Feet could be heard, becoming louder and louder against the wooden floor with each step and revealed Amelia coming out of their bedroom.

"I had another idea," she flirted as she walked towards the kitchen counter Arizona was currently leaning against. She made sure to over-sway her hips to make her intentions crystal clear, in case the burning want in her eyes and her suggestive tone weren't evidences enough.

It fell short however since Arizona's eyes were hungrily glued to the menus. Her blonde eyebrows furrowed every so often, reading with deep concentration as if she didn't already knew them by heart.

"What were you thinking?" the pediatric surgeon asked.

The brunette's arms wrapped themselves around her midsection and her head came to find its usual spot onto her shoulder. She took a deep breath in, the smell of Arizona's conditioner and light sweat tickling her nose. Her hand came to push down the papers onto the cold counter and she then gently pushed the honey blonde hair out of her way.

"Hey, I was reading tha-oh."

Her words turned into a moan when Amelia nibbled at her earlobe, knowing exactly how to make the blonde melt into her arms.

"I have my favorite meal right where I want it," Amelia whispered and captured the pale flesh into her mouth.

Shivers emerged onto her warm skin and ran down her spine only to end up sending a wave of arousal down her core. Plump lips traveled down her neck to meet her shoulder but they were quickly stopped in their rush by Arizona's tee-shirt. Mouth no longer touching her yearning skin, Arizona whimpered which made her girlfriend chuckle behind her, her hot breath coming to tickle the hair at the back of her neck.

"Babe," she whimpered out, not pleased.

"Don't worry, I'm not finished with you yet."

Amelia's lips found Arizona's other earlobe at the exact same time her hand captured a full breast. Already, a hard nipple was waiting for her, the point digging into her palm and silently begging her for attention. The neurosurgeon's lips peppered her now naked shoulders, making sure to treat them both with all the care they deserved.

One of the blonde's hand seized the side of the counter, in pleasure or in need to balance herself, Arizona didn't know while her other hand unashamedly grabbed her other boob. Amelia watched her, amazed and almost in trance at the view. Her fingers thoroughly copied her lover's ministrations. As Arizona's moans grew louder, her other hand journeyed down in between Arizona's body and the counter. Sensing the reason of her undoing approaching, barely had Amelia's fingertips passed by her panties, Arizona assuredly rocked her hips forwards to press herself into the much needed touch.

A loud groan escaped her as fingertips found her clit and leisurely circled it. The brunette wasn't even phased by the dampness she had found there and was glad since it made her movements that much more fluid. Arizona's hold on the counter tightened, her short nails digging into it under her unwavering pleasure.

Hungry lips attached themselves to the skin between her shoulder blades and Arizona's body wasn't certain which way to lean in with all the stimulus offered to her, each one better than the last. Burning kisses left her skin feeling on fire, her appearing shivers soothed a few seconds later by an eager tongue. Arizona was a slave to her body, her mind focusing on absolutely nothing except the adrenaline cursing through her veins more and more forcefully with each passing minute under Amelia's sweet torture.

Eventually, her whole body gave in to the inner bliss, a deep unexpected moan filling the silence of the kitchen and her pelvic bone arched into the touch. Amelia slowed down her hasty rhythm to let her lover ride out her high. She slowly snaked her arm around her waist, feeling the tensed belly muscles. The neurosurgeon pulled the other woman closer against her, her lips wandering onto every inch of skin that had been left unexplored previously. Her fingertips came to a stop and slowly retracted from the oversensitive place they loved teasing so much. The brunette placed her head onto her shoulder and kissed her right temple.

"Good?"

Arizona let a happy sigh and laced her hand with Amelia's. "Amazing."

"Even better then."

The pediatric surgeon turned into her arms to kiss her partner properly. She softly brought their lips together into a passionate kiss. While her tongue swept at Amelia's lower lip, two strong hands traveled down her back only to stop where her thighs met her butt. Arizona got the hint and carefully skipped into Amelia's longing arms, her strong leg wrapping around her midsection and her arms looping around her neck as the neurosurgeon hold her more securely against her. She could feel them moving but she was too damn busy kissing her partner to care where Amelia was taking them. For all she cared, she was plenty happy to stay right where she was, cuddled up and protected into firm sturdy arms.

However, the pediatric surgeon felt her butt delicately encountering their familiar sheets as Amelia gradually set them down onto the soft surface. She broke the kiss to get more comfortable, her arms and legs letting Amelia go as she wiggled her way back up in the middle of the bed. Amelia quickly discarded her clothes under Arizona's darkened and watchful eyes, her eyes never straining away from her body as if it was the first time she was discovering the smooth naked flesh, which made Amelia feel confident.

The brunette crawled back on top of her lover and pecked her lips before sitting back on her knees to help Arizona out of her yoga pants, wet panties and prosthetic. It was her turn to stare unashamedly at the blonde's curves, her tongue darting out to lick her lips unconsciously as she took Arizona's natural beauty in.

"Stop leering, perv," the blonde teased.

The few words pulled Amelia out of her trance and she looked up at Arizona questioningly, "Uh?"

"Nothing," Arizona chuckled.

The pediatric surgeon sat up and embraced the brunette closer to her.

"Can I make a suggestion?" Amelia asked agitatedly.

Arizona was a little taken aback by the barely noticeable yet still nervous behavior accompanying the question but welcomed the interrogation anyway.

"Fire away."

"I want to try something," she bit onto her bottom lip and her fingers anxiously toyed together. "But I want you to know that it's not because I miss it or anything because I really don't. It's just… I saw it this morning and I can't stop thinking about it and you ever since."

"You're going to have to elaborate Amelia," the blonde giggled.

The fingers toyed even quicker and the blonde took her hands into hers to stop them. She laced their fingers together and placed a kiss onto the back of her hand, all the while her eyes reassuringly bored into Amelia's ones, hoping the gestures would give the other woman the courage to speak up.

"Your strap-on? I saw it this morning when I was cleaning up. And it's not that I miss penises, I've just been wondering, you know."

"Babe, it's alright," the blonde squeezed her hands. "Just because we're in a lesbian relationship doesn't mean all phallic-shaped things must be banished into eternal damnation."

"I know. I just don't want you to think I don't like the way our sex life is right now because I really really do. Trust me."

"I know, I'm there too," Arizona joked and pecked her. "It really is okay, I enjoy penetrative sex too. Nothing to worry about. Let me put the thing on."

"Wait. Really?" Amelia's eyebrow shot up and her heart skipped a beat.

"Yeah, unless it wasn't what you meant?"

"No, no, no. That's exactly what I meant."

The blonde grabbed her crutches that were leaning next to her nightstand and got up in one swift motion. Once the correct drawer opened, she took the not so mysterious anymore black box out and grabbed the desired harness and toy.

"Good thing there's no suction cup on this one," she teased playfully as she sat back onto the edge of the bed and put the straps on.

"Totally worthed it though," Amelia smiled boldly.

"I don't doubt that babe," Arizona turned around and kissed her sweetly. "Can you grab a condom and some lube from the nightstand please?"

"Sure," the brunette spread on the bed and grabbed the items.

Amelia expertly opened the latex barrier and slid it on the toy. The sextoy in itself wasn't extraordinarily big but it was still far from small sized. Seeing Arizona like this sent a whole new wave of arousal down to her privates.

Comfortably sat against the headboard, Arizona watched as Amelia eagerly straddled her legs. Her fingertips stroked their way up along Amelia's inner thigh until they reached a familiar wetness. Her mouth got lost onto the chest offered in front of her eyes, the pale silky skin begging to be touched, nipples diligently hardened waiting for their sentences. Amelia arched into the sweet touch, shivers ran all over her body while the warm lips wrapped themselves around one of the breast. Her hand came to lost itself into blonde hair as the other firmly gripped Arizona's shoulder.

The pediatric surgeon played around with her clit, keeping her touch deliberately light, much to Amelia's displeasure. Eventually two fingers found their way in and then three in order to softly stretch her walls and accommodate her better for later on. The brunette shuddered at the intrusion, the smallest content groan leaving the back of her throat. Arizona alternated between her lover's opening and her sensitive bundle of nerves until she was satisfied with the amount of body fluid.

"You ready?" she asked the brunette.

Amelia nodded so Arizona took some lube out and smeared it all over her strap on. The neurosurgeon stood up high on her knees and Arizona placed the head under her vagina opening while her other hand traveled onto her right hip to gently stroke it back and forth. She let the brunette slowly lower herself onto the toy.

She winced as the head made it in, her walls being pushed. "Sorry, it's been a while since I had something this big inside."

"It's okay baby, no need to apologize. We've got all the time in the world," she pushed a wild brown lock behind her ear and kissed her, her tongue quickly finding her partner's to duel.

Her fingers kept on caressing the smooth hip while her other hand found its place back onto a sensitive clit, Amelia's hips bucking forwards at the touch. Bit by bit, the brunette lowered her body onto the slippery surface until she was totally engulfing it. Her vagina felt like it was throbbing, expending in ways she wasn't used to anymore.

Arizona waited a tad for her to get more comfortable and then started to pulse into her. Her hips rolled without moving the toy in and out, simply shifting the angle inside Amelia and burying it slightly deeper. Amelia's clit rubbed against the base deliciously and soon enough, she was rocking her hips in perfect timing with her partner, dragging soft whimpers out of her throat. Arizona's mouth was all over her chest, peppering it with kisses everywhere she went, every so often playing with her hardened nipples.

After a while, Arizona's arm snaked around her back and the neurosurgeon was softly pushed onto her back, Arizona's other arm firmly planted into the mattress to insure a slow descent. Amelia bent her knees to accommodate Arizona in between them and gently squeezed the blonde's hips with her thighs. The pediatric surgeon kissed her lips and lifted herself up onto her elbow to get a better look of her now panting lover. Ever so slowly, her hips rocked backwards, pulling the toy halfway out before rolling them forwards and making the shaft disappear into Amelia with a moan, her face torn between pleasure and a grimace.

"You okay, sweetie?" Arizona asked, concerned.

Amelia nodded rapidly. "I'm alright. Just need some more time to adjust."

Arizona captured her lips into a breathless kiss, her breasts falling against Amelia's perky ones and her hand strolled from her hip to the smooth skin of her outer thigh. The blonde broke the kiss, her lips roaming down her lover's jaw and then falling onto her neck, nibbling at the flesh only to immediately soothe the barely reddened skin with a warm tongue.

"I'm ready, baby. You can go again," the brunette beneath her grinded her hips, hinting Arizona to start her rhythmic back and forth.

The blonde slowly lifted her hips once again, not getting the toy all the way out, instead setting a deliberate and unhurried pace until her partner was ready for more.

"Please, faster Zona. I'm not going to break, I promise."

The blonde's hips then rolled faster against hers, they met each other thrust for thrust and short clipped nails wandered the way down Amelia's ribcage until fingertips found her engorged clit and skillfully rubbed it.

Her back arched into the unexpected touch and her hand gripped the sheet tighter while her other hand grabbed the blonde's butt, trying to get as much of every move the blonde was giving her as she could. Arizona was panting against her shoulder, her warm breath tickling Amelia's neck thus making her shiver everywhere. The hand fumbling with her bundle of nerves securely grabbed her thigh and gently placed it up next to her torso, forcing a new angle in between them.

Amelia whimpered at the lost touch against her most sensitive part but quickly stopped when Arizona unexpectedly took the toy almost out and reared it back in, which made the brunette cried out in pleasure. She did it a few times before coming back to a much more gentle yet fast pace. Amelia's hand left Arizona's shoulder and replaced Arizona's digits on her clit.

"Fuck."

Arizona could feel her girlfriend's orgasm approaching. The hazy look into her eyes, the frantic movements of her hips, the way the toy was harder to get in as her walls were tightening around it… The neurosurgeon came quietly, her body tightening all over and her mouth hanging wide open, not a sound coming out. Arizona kept her pace and eventually slowed down as she could see Amelia ride out the wave of pleasure that had just overcame her body.

They kissed each other lazily, still panting and recovering their breaths, Arizona laying completely on top of Amelia. Her arms had long given up supporting her own weight and Amelia was tenderly stroking her bare back.

"Is it bad to say you fuck better than some of the guys I've slept with?"

Arizona giggled. "I have a good partner," she winked at the brunette.

"Sweet talker," the neurosurgeon accused playfully and kissed her cheek.

"I'mma pull out. You ready?" Arizona warned.

Amelia nodded but still whimpered once the toy was actually out. Arizona lay down next to her on her back, her chest heavy as her breath slowly came back to normal. Amelia cuddled onto her side, one of her hand came to play with the phallic form, poking at it and waiting for it to come back straight up before poking it again.

"Thank God it's plastic and not mine," Arizona commented and Amelia giggled.

"You should feel special. Didn't do that with my previous partners," Amelia joked.

"Why, thank you. I do feel extra-special now," she played along and kissed her girlfriend's sweaty forehead.

The brunette unglued herself and turned onto her belly to look at the other woman with a playful smile.

"Good," she affirmed and pecked her. "Good," she then mumbled out distractively, her lips not quite pulled apart from Arizona's yet and pulled her into another kiss.

The hand that had been stroking her back came to lose itself into dark hair. Amelia used her position to her advantage and forced her tongue inside Arizona's mouth, eager to play with hers again. She straddled the blonde again and pulled away.

"Ready to go again?" she asked.

"I would love to but you'll have to feed me first if you want anything more from me. I'm hungry as hell."

"What are our choices?"

"Pizza, chinese or thai."

"Pizza? It's been a while since we last ate pizza."

"Pizza it is then," Arizona agreed wholeheartedly and her stomach groaned out in agreement.

"Cheese?"

"Yes please."

"Coming right up," Amelia pecked her and got up.

As soon as she had finished placing their orders on the phone, Amelia felt two strong arms looping around her midsection.

"Should be here in thirty minutes."

"I guess we have time for round two then," Arizona murmured into her ear.