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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.

Chapter seven

Addison's POV

"You're such a good kisser." Arizona tells you.

"Had a lot of practice," you mumble into her mouth.

"Don't remind me."

You can almost feel her mood change.

She keeps kissing you back for seconds before she voices her thoughts.

"Wait," she tells you.

You don't want to wait. You don't want to wait at all. You want this. Her. Now.

But you do, of course you do when she asks you to.

"What about your sexuality?"

"What about my sexuality?" You ask her.

"Well, you're straight."

"Oh, I am? Thanks for clearing that up."

"What? You are, right? I mean... you've never. I've never seen you with... I've never heard about you and women I mean. Only about male partners..."

"And that makes me straight. That's the definition of straight nowadays?"

"No. But I mean... Don't you get what I mean?"

"Yes Arizona, I know what you mean. But also: I expected you to be a little more open minded than the next best person. I guess not though."

You do get what she means. You do get that she's probably honestly surprised that you're not straight. And for her to be struggling with that in her head.

But at the same time you're kind of annoyed. You were kissing her only seconds ago. And not just normal kissing. Not just for a second. There were words said. There was time to think about what you guys were doing. And the kissing still progressed.

It wasn't the type of unsure kissing. You don't kiss someone like that without liking them.

So you walk away to your bedroom. Half expecting her to follow you. Half really not caring about whether she does or not.

When she indeed enters your bedroom she sits beside you on the bed, trying to get you to look at her.

You don't.

You can't. Not if you want to stay 'mad' at her. At this point you're only mad for her, mad about her, to be honest.

You wish she would see that.

"So, you're not straight," she begins.

"Nope. I guess not. I mean... I haven't really given it any thought."

"You mean you're not sure?"

"Oh no, I am sure. I just. Don't really think about being straight or not. And the fact that I'm not, means that I must be what? Bisexual? I just haven't given it any thought, and frankly I'm not about to now. I'm just Addison. I like who I like."

"And for the record: right now I'm hella gay for you."

"Well, that's nice to hear." Arizona plays it down. You can see it in her face. She's smirking.

"Given the fact that I am totally hella gay period. I'm also totally hella gay for you too."

She smiles. An honest smile this time.

And then again what does this mean? If there were no other circumstances you would have pounced her right then and there.

But there are circumstances.

There's Henry.

There's Sofia.

And there's Callie.

That last one might be the most difficult.

The one circumstance that tells you you shouldn't.

The one circumstance that tells you to stop right here.

To draw the line here, now that you still can.

You don't want to draw the line here though. If it's up to you there are no lines where Arizona is concerned. Callie or no Callie, straight or gay.

You're so fucking gay for her.

"What about Callie?" Arizona asks you.

"What about her?"

"Addison... we can't just..."

"Why not?"

"Because we can't. You know we can't."

"How in hell is this even fair? Because she had you first, I can't have you? Anyone can have you, but not me? I don't mean anyone. But like. It's okay for someone that doesn't know Callie to have you. But for me it's not?"

"You want to have me?"

You're about to respond to her that you didn't mean for it to sound so possessive. But when you look at her face you can tell which effect those words had on her."

Quite suddenly the conversation turns into a different direction.

A direction you aren't opposed to. Not at all.

You wanted that direction in the first place. Preferably without the conversation at all.

"I want to have you," you tell her. "And even though not having you drives me absolutely crazy right now. We should talk about what having you means. What the consequences are, I guess. It's the responsible thing to do. God knows I haven't been the most responsible person in history. And I want this to work more than I want to have you right now. I guess. Actually. That's not true at all, but it's taking everything to be responsible right now."

"I've been pretty responsible before I came to New York and by coming to New York. I'm kinda done being the responsible one."

You don't really get what's happening right now.

She's taking off her shirt.

Arizona's upper body is naked. She walks around without a bra at home all the time. You know that.

You haven't really gotten around to the thought that she wasn't wearing a bra now either.

"So if you want... you know you can have me."

A/N

Leaving it like this for now, I'm being super unfair to you guys and I know it. But still: sorry not sorry. Have fun fantasizing about the next chapter!