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"Would you just shut up and fuck me already," you tell her.

Kinda desperate don't you think? But you are, by this point you are...

And you know better than to think she's really nervous about this being her first time, and therefore you should take it easy with her. She's all but taking it easy with you.

She's all but taking it easy with you when she enters two of her long slender fingers into you for the first time.

She's all but taking it easy with you when she latches her mouth onto your clit for the first time.

She's all but taking it easy with you when she rides your face after you came into her mouth for the first time.

Chapter nine

ARIZONA'S POV

The next morning you wake up in her bed by someone knocking on the door.

It takes you some time to realize who it is. Who it must be.

Her son.

It also takes you some time to realize why you are in her bed in the first place.

And that you're naked.

You're both stark naked.

"Addison," you whisper.

She stirrs a little in her sleep, but not enough to wake up fully.

You really need her to wake up before Henry barges in.

Can he barge in? Did you guys lock the door last night?

"Addison, wake up," you speak a lot louder this time.

She pulls you in by your waist. Defs not needing time realizing that you're next to her stark naked.

"Let's sleep a little longer." She kisses your naked back.

"Your son," you tell her. "Henry is at the door. We're naked."

You're sitting up by now clutching the covers tightly to your chest.

"Mom," you hear him from behind the door. "Why's the door locked?"

Thank God the door is locked, otherwise he would've walked in by now.

Luckily Addison is in immediate mom mode when she hears Henry.

"I'm coming right out baby, why don't you start the coffee machine for me and Zona?"

You can hear him walk towards the kitchen, and still feel the need to get dressed as soon as possible.

The covers are still clutched to your chest. Like you're afraid to get caught. Like you're afraid to be seen in daylight.

She's walking towards the door to unlock it, naked.

She's naked.

You expect her to walk towards her closet to get dressed, but instead she walks back to the bed and even though you're sitting on the opposite side, trying to get to your leg, you can feel her getting closer to you.

Once again she kisses your naked back, with more purpose this time.

Her kisses are slow, like there isn't a little boy in the kitchen waiting for you guys, girls.

You try to get away from her. It's your reaction to the situation. You're not comfortable being naked right now.

"He's in the kitchen, we have a few minutes," she tells you.

It sounds a little weird, but you know she doesn't mean it like that. She's the best mother in the world. She wouldn't do anything that's inappropriate where her son is concerned.

But still you feel yourself clutching those covers again.

It feels like you're invading their privacy. Like you don't belong naked in her room right now.

She seems to think otherwise.

"Would you stop trying to cover yourself for just a minute? Just one minute?"

You look at her now. Her tone's different. More serious.

"What's wrong?" She asks you.

Her face is as soft as you remember.

"It's not like I haven't seen this all before," she tells you while she traces some of your skin with her fingertips.

That stupid smirk on her face is doing things to you.

If it wasn't for that little boy in the kitchen you would have floored her there to have your way with her again.

"It's not like I haven't traced every inch of this," she keeps touching your skin with her fingertips "with my fingers, and with mouth."

You kinda need her to stop talking about her mouth. After last night you're nothing but obsessed by her mouth.

You know that's not what this is about though.

Once again she pulls you in by your waist. You let her this time.

"This is not a mistake Arizona. You're not a mistake that I'm scared of waking up next to. You are not a mistake at all."

In this short period of living together she seems to have you all figured out.

"So I'm going to kiss you now and tell you good morning as a proper follow up for last night. Because last night deserves a proper good morning kiss. Last night deserves more than a quick dress up where one of us runs out the door like it was a mistake. Because it was not."

"You are right," you smile. "Last night does deserve more than this."

"And after that my son is going to apologize to you, we are going to have a nice day just the three of us, and tonight we're going to poor ourselves a glass of red and talk about how we're going to make this work. Sound good?"

"Sounds good," you tell her while you watch her mouth, ready for that proper good morning kiss now.

She's lying on her back, the covers only covering her lower half. That smirk on her face still inviting you to wipe it off her face.

She's so schmuck. You can't get over the fact how schmuck she is for a straight girl not being straight. Or whatever.

You know you can't call her that anymore. You don't even think about her like that anymore, it's more a figure of speech.

So you lean in to kiss that schmuck smile of her pretty face.

Just for a minute, but in that minute she needs to feel how you feel about her.

It needs to be enough.

Until tonight.

ADDISON'S POV

Your son is standing in the kitchen making coffee for you guys, and you can't help but not be mad at him anymore for what he said to Arizona.

Of course you don't agree with what he said to her. You don't take it lightly and he still needs to do his apologies. Profoundly. But at the same time his outburst towards Arizona kind of opened another door for you both.

You don't know if you would have dared to open that door if it wasn't for what happened between Arizona and Henry. If she didn't need your comfort like she did last night.

She needed someone and you were there, you tell yourself. But in fact it was much more than that. It became much more, and at the same time it already was much more.

It just gave you the guts you needed to approach her in that way.

Last night. You've been dreaming about it for a while. Maybe a little longer than a while if you'd be honest with yourself.

It didn't come close to what it was like.. every dream you've had with her in it.

You stand there looking at your son without him noticing you. You aren't noticing him either. Not really. Your thoughts are back in that bedroom where she is.

Can't get you out of my mind.

How can you ever really get her out of your mind now? How can you do one single thing without her in your mind also?

Is this what it's supposed to be like? Is it? Because you don't think you've ever felt like this before. With all of them.

You're such an idiot.

Maybe a lovesick idiot, that is.

You hope it doesn't all end tonight.

Tonight.

Whatever happens you have until tonight with her, with the memory of last night fresh in your brain she is here with you for the whole day.

Callie, Callie, Callie...

She might burst this little bubble you're in. It might not be about her in person. It might not even be her fault or her wish to break you guys up. By this point she doesn't even know. But one thing is for sure. Tonight it it'll be about her a lot more than you would like it to be.

You can not let tonight be about her.

It's about you, and about Arizona.

It needs to be about you guys, with her in mind but also really not.

Not.

Is there a way where this is going to be okay?

And then you feel her standing right behind you. So close that you can feel her breath against your neck. She kisses your neck quick and lightly before she puts you both out of your bubble.

"Goodmorning guys," you hear her say.

She's not standing as close to you as before. It's because of Henry, and you appreciate her for it. Of course you do.

But also you don't. From now on can you ever be in a room with her again without thinking of her like that? Can you?

"Goodmorning," you hear your son's chipper voice towards Arizona mostly. Seems like he remembers that he's on an apology mission.

Later in the evening...

You've been holding yourself in all day. It's like you're a teenage boy that's just got his first taste of a little something something...

If it wasn't for your son. If it was anyone else you would have told them all to go to hell so you could get your hands on her again. Maybe rather your mouth. Or both... Better both if you had anything to say about it.

Do you have anything to say about it, now? Or is it Arizona that's calling the shots?

A/N

Just to get another chapter out there, has taken me way longer than I would've liked. But it seems like I've found my inspiration again.. Thanks for waiting for me!