Previously on chapter five
It's a soft kiss if anything else. And even then coursing through your body is all sexual tention for Arizona Robbins.
But this kiss. This kiss isn't sexual at all. It's loving. And it's meaningful. It's saying that what you just told her, is the truth.
Nothing more.
Well, a lot more.
But that's for another time.
There is time.
Chapter six
Arizona's POV
She kissed you.
You expected her to be mad. And she was... but not with you.
She kissed you.
It was a small kiss, but it was in fact a kiss.
At first. It was a small kiss at first.
Deliberate, initiated by her, on your lips.
And she got mad at her son for something you were quite sure would be the dealbreaker for you as a roommate.
You both didn't quite know how to act after though. After that kiss.
For a second. The not knowing lasted.
Because she kissed you. And if you were ever going to act on your feelings. It had to be then. In that moment.
She kissed you. It was kinda like a silent, well not that silent, okay for you to act on your feelings.
So you kiss her. On the lips. Deliberate. Probably more deliberate than she kissed you. You think?
You actually don't know how she feels or what she thinks. At all. You didn't expect her to kiss you. You know even less than before about what she thinks or feels.
But you kiss her. Because if there's ever a time for you to do so. With you being kind of sure she won't slap you in the face for it, it's now.
When you're sure she's not pulling back from your kiss, and your lips are placed on her lips for a time where you usually do something else, or more. Like when it's time for you to pull away or prolong the kiss, you bring your hands into the mix.
You grab her neck with one hand, tentatively.
She's still kissing you back.
You put your other hand at her waist.
She's still kissing you back.
It looks like this is really happening.
Looks like it wasn't a mistake. Yet you're still afraid that it is.
Mouths are opening and closing now.
No tongue. There are still no tongues.
But there are lips. You guys are tentatively tasting each other's lips, for real.
You realize that she's standing even closer to you now then when she kissed you.
There's no space between you guys left.
She's taller than you are.
And even though this second kiss is initiated by you. It looks like she has you pinned at the counter.
Because that's where she found you crying. After her son yelled at you.
It feels like a long time ago.
But it isn't. Somewhere deep down, well actually not all that deep down.
It still hurts. The words he yelled at you.
Even though he was so very right. He just stated facts.
You are not his mother.
You are kissing his mother. That you are.
And it's a damn good kiss, if you have anything to say about it.
It's good, tentative. With her perfect soft lips who are working yours like she's been doing just that for years.
It's soothing.
It's also hot. You can't remember it being that hot in here.
The temperature, you mean.
But you guess it's not that at all. It's her. Oh how cliché.
She's making you feel like your body is on fire.
And the pain.
It's getting less. Or it's getting more bearable. She's making it more bearable.
"What are we doing", you ask her.
Why the hell would you ask her that? You stupid idiot. You're kissing her. Just keep doing that. You can just keep doing that.
She leans in once again before she answers.
She kind of answers against your lips.
"Kissing," she answers softly.
Not giving you a real answers. And she doesn't seem bothered by it one bit.
You keep interrupting her kisses.
"We shouldn't," you say.
You really should stop talking.
Right now, whatsoever!
"I know."
"We really shouldn't," you tell her once again.
It's like you're waiting for her to realize that this is a mistake.
"Arizona."
"Yes?"
"Stop talking."
Her words become quite clear to you when she opens her mouth and enters her tongue in your mouth.
Oh God.
Nope, you mean Oh Addison.
Maybe she's not that straight?
Your hands fell along your own body a while ago. By the time you started talking to her.
Her hands took residence behind your neck by the time she told you to stop talking.
It looks like she's not kidding at all, by the way she's kissing you.
It looks like she's not straight at all, by the way she's kissing you.
A/N
Hi guys, so here's a short chapter. Just because I didn't want to keep you waiting any longer. But if you look at it like this: almost thousand words about a kiss. So actually not that short at all. Hope you guys enjoy it!