A/N - I'm here with another story. My Calzona muse was lost for so long but somehow I read a couple of Callie & Arizona lives in New York recently and my muse has flared up again.

As always, I'll be writing short stories. This is a two-shot to get my creative juices flowing. I have a series of stories planned.

Love on Broadway

Arizona Robbins looked out toward the audience, the golden highlights in her blonde hair shimmering in the overhead lights. She looked like a star as she took her bow, her costume highlighting the slenderness of her waist. Her hands raised up, waving to the crowd as the cheers met her smile in a glorious union. They loved her. They truly loved her! Her blue eyes shimmered with unhushed tears as she remembered how much she enjoyed being an actress.

The crowd threw flowers and stuffed animals on stage for Arizona, which she gathered in her arms. She held them tightly as each actor took their turn bowing for the audience during the curtain call. The crowd screamed the loudest for her, and she took her final bows. The curtain fell. It was back to her solo life again. The loneliness saturated her as she walked to her dressing room to pack up her belongings. This was the last night of the tour, and they were finally back home in Hollywood.

Arizona didn't know where she would go from here. She lovingly packed her costume into her rolling suitcase, then tucked all of her fan mail into one of the pockets. Arizona took down her hair and got dressed in her street clothes. Her hair fell down in cascading tendrils of blonde and golden highlight, which she swept back behind her shoulders as she took one last look around. She didn't know when she would be cast in a play again. Usually, she was in movies or commercials, but she loved live theater more than all that. She would have gladly traded her silver screen fame for a chance to do live theater every day.

"Are you going to the party, Arizona?" she heard a voice from behind her. It was 8 time Tony Award winner, Broadway sweetheart, Calliope Torres, a famous actress who mostly did theatre and Broadway tours. She was a couple of years older than Arizona, although Arizona wasn't sure of her actual age. Callie Torres had the kind of career Arizona had always envisioned for herself before she landed the face wash commercial that had changed everything. Callie's smile was contagious. She had the darkest black hair, and her eyes were a shade of deep brown that made Arizona envious.

"Yes, of course! I just need to pop home and slip into my red dress. I forgot to have my assistant bring it here, and she's off duty now."

"Well, I can accompany you if you like," Callie offered. "I have everything I need in this bag," she pulled the handle on a rolling suitcase that was embossed with a very expensive brand name logo.

"Oh, you don't have to do that. People are waiting for you." Arizona felt herself flush. She had no idea why she suddenly felt shy around Callie. They had been working together for almost a year by then.

"People are waiting for you too! They will wait for us, and we will make a grand appearance together. It'll be quite the show stopping entrance! People are here for 'Calzona' after all…" Callie laughed conspiratorially and placed her hand on Arizona's arm. Arizona felt a sensation that she had never experienced before. She felt a chill work its way up her arm and to her neck where it tickled her ever so slightly.

Arizona knew about their popularity as a couple. This tour has definitely showed her first hand how much the folks around the country are invested in Callie & Arizona pairing and how much 'Calzona', she laughed internally at the squished up name, their fans came up with - mean to them.

"Okay. I was just about to leave. My driver is waiting for me at the back entrance." Arizona added nervously. Something about Callie Torres always intimidated her.

"Let me call my driver and tell him to meet me at the party," Callie agreed, and they walked side-by-side with their phones to their ears until they reached the back entrance where a line of vehicles waited to pick up actors. They were cut to the front of the line since they were the most famous stars.

Collectively they waved to the storms of fans and for a moment they were blinded by the flashes and the cheering they got. Arizona instinctively scooted closer to Callie and they both turned to different sides to pose for the pictures. As Callie guided Arizona through the storm of fans, encircled in a bubble of bodyguards, she held on to Callie's side much tighter, like always.

Arizona allowed Callie to climb into the backseat first. She had a traditional Limousine, nothing fancy. She knew plenty of other stars who had much more extravagant cars, but Arizona didn't like to draw too much attention to her wealth. Arizona raised the partition that separated Callie and her from her driver.

"Wow, this is a really classy limo!" Callie remarked as she looked around. "I love the privacy we have here in the back. Now we can talk about all our co-stars!"

They both settled side-by-side on the plush, deewan style back site and used the numerous tiny cushions to make themselves more comfortable.

"You want some strawberries?" Arizona asked Callie as she opened a tiny refrigerator to reveal individual bottles of sparkling mineral water and a small, covered platter of chocolate & rum covered strawberries .

"Wow, sure! I'm starving! You got any booze in there?" Callie smiled deviously.

"As a matter of fact, I do." Arizona opened a console to reveal another refrigerated compartment filled with bottles of champagne, rum and whiskey.

"Wow, you are fancy!"

Together, they opened the strawberries and champagne and began to gossip about their co-stars. Arizona felt an ease with Callie that she had never felt with anyone before. Arizona was almost twenty-seven-years-old, but there were still a lot of things that she had never experienced. Arizona had never been in love before, and she had never really been in love. Arizona wanted to, it's just that all the men that she had met turned her off. There was nothing about them that she found attractive.

Arizona was confused as she leaned in to hear Callie's opinion about one of their co-stars, Alex Karev, a man who had been heavily flirting with Callie and Arizona both. Alex played Arizona's husband on the show, whom she leaves to be with Callie's character.

"He's so...clueless!" Callie complained as sipped on her second helping of the champagne. "If I wanted a man, I could easily find one."

Callie took a moment to admire Arizona. Even in her street clothes, which for them as actors is still something fancy, Arizona looked drop dead gorgeous. Arizona's mid-knee blue dress accentuated her slim curve and showed off her killer legs on which Callie's eyes were right now lingering on.

"You don't want a man?" Arizona asked bringing Callie out of her drooling-session. This was news to Arizona. She thought that she might be the only woman that wasn't into men.

"Oh, honey. I thought you knew I am bisexual. I figured that out when I was a teenager. How old are you now? Twenty-something?" Callie asked lovingly. Her eyes were trailing Arizona up-and down which made Arizona shift a bit in her posture.

"I'm twenty-six," Arizona explained. "I don't want a man either."

"I knew it!" Callie laughed heartily as if congratulating herself for picking Arizona out as a lesbian.

"You knew it? How?" Arizona asked, blushing slightly and laughing nervously.

And for a moment Arizona allowed her eyes to trail on Callie's exposed collar bone which was on full display now that the latina's head was thrown back in a laughter. Callie was wearing a simmering mid-night black dress that accentuated her cleavage and curves perfectly, Arizona thought and then chastised herself for ogling a fellow coworker.

Callie took a moment to adore Arizona's whisper of a dimple, something she has seen on full-display numerous times since the time they have been touring together. That little indigent on Arizona's cheek was one of the reasons Callie had felt wear at her knees, even when they had been acting on stage.

Shaking herself out of her internal monologue, Callie added…

"You always look so annoyed when Alex hits on you. Plus, I had a feeling….there's something between us," she paused dramatically to look deep into Arizona's questioning sea-blue eyes, pointing first to Arizona and then to herself.

"You were?" Arizona whispered, her heart pounding.

What Callie didn't know was that Arizona had never been with a woman before. She hadn't exactly been looking for one. Arizona was confused about her sexuality and wasn't sure if she was into women. One thing was for sure, she wasn't into men.

"Yeah. Don't you feel it?" Callie leaned closer to Arizona. It's now or never, Callie thought internally, she had to take a risk here. They had wrapped up their show together, and Arizona would soon be leaving for Los Angels, back to Hollywood life and Callie would be continuing her theatre life here in New York City.

Arizona's heart pounded as her blue eyes met Callie's deep brown ones. Arizona felt something. There was a pang of nervousness and then a cloud of fear and worry. Callie's hands reached up to pull Arizona closer. Arizona stiffened, unsure of what was going to happen. Callie gave her a slutry smile, the kind of sexy smile that both terrified and intrigued Arizona.

"I do feel something," Arizona said softly. She was surrounded by the intoxicating smell of Calliope Torres that was doing funny things to her stomach and to something lower.

"Try this," Callie whispered as she went in for a kiss.

Arizona had never kissed a woman, and yet it felt much more natural than when she had tried kissing men. She didn't hesitated even for a second when Callie's lips landed on her. She had kissed Callie before, numerous times in the past year as part of her character and their tour together, but those were always platonic, lips attaching to lips, surrounded by hoards of people watching them like hawks. This was different, this was instinctual. Arizona was dizzy as Callie's tongue found its way into her mouth. She let it happen for a few moments before she began to kiss Callie back. Her fear and insecurity were finally melting, and for once, she was able to fully let go.

Callie's kisses awakened something inside of Arizona, summoning the sexuality from her body in ways no one else had ever been able to. She surrendered to Callie as Callie began to remove Arizona's clothes. She didn't even know when it happened but the straps of her dress were already pooling at her waist and Callie was hungrily lapping onto every visible part of her ivory skin.

When Callie pulled down the cups of Arizona's silky bra, she heard the Latina growl at her and latched on to one of her hardened buds immediately. Arizona's hands were gripping the seat tightly, knuckles turning white. She was afraid to put her hand on Callie's body, afraid that she would get burned with the heat radiating from the Latina's body. She watched in amaze as Callie's head bobbed up and down on her right breast while an olive hand played roughly at her another breast. Callie looked up, desire pooling in her eyes and locked her gaze to Arizona's. She let her tongue swirl around Arizona's nipple all the while looking at Arizona's eyes directly and then moved to her left breast with the same devouring instinct.

Arizona threw her head back as Callie's appetite grew and let her hands move above her own head and grab the back of the seat. She moved her hips a bit, unable to move its moments against Callie's clothed body. But then she shivered in fear as Callie started a downward descent, using her hands to squeeze Arizona's breasts all the while she licked the rest of the ivory skin.

"Wait! What are you doing?" Arizona asked, alarmed.

"I'm going to lick your womanhood now. And you'll like it." Callie added confidently. Callie knew this was her only chance. She knew Arizona's panic is just around the corner and right now, she doesn't want to deal with it.

Callie owned her sexuality. She wore it on her sleeves just like her Chanel perfume. For her, it was the attraction, not the gender. She understands that for anyone who's exploring their sexuality, the panic is natural but that's also the one thing Callie is bad at handling. She doesn't have the patience to let people stew in their thoughts on their sexuality. You either like it or you don't. If her partner likes it, good for them, if not, then again, it's their drama - it's not something Callie likes to be a part of. It's practically a rule Callie had set out for herself but something about Arizona and her highly responsive body beneath her, made Callie want to break those rules.

"Maybe we should wait until we get to my house?" Arizona's voice quivered with fear.

"No, you need this now, baby. Trust me." Callie assured her as she crouched down on the velvety floor of the limo between Arizona's already widened legs and helped her out of her panties. Arizona's heart was pounding, but for once, it wasn't anxiety that was driving her. She was aroused, her hormones were coursing through her veins at a pounding speed and was shaking with anticipation. Callie parted Arizona's legs and placed her tongue expertly on Arizona's clit. She didn't do much more than kiss and caress Arizona's womanhood with her mouth, but Arizona had never let anyone go down on her before, and she was afraid to tell Callie this. Arizona knew that at age twenty-six, she should have had more sex and so she tried her best to pretend that she had done all of this before. Arizona gripped an armrest with one hand, and a back of the seat with the other as Callie worked her magic on Arizona's very wet clit. Arizona tried her best to stifle the screams she was emitting as Callie explored her pussy with her expert tongue. Laps after laps, Callie continued to devour Arizona with reverence.

Arizona was in shock as the pleasure flowed through her, radiating down her legs and into her feet. She could feel it in her chest, her nipples taut and pebbled. It was in her brain, where neurotransmitters were firing signals of pleasure that told Arizona that Callie was everything Arizona had been looking for. Callie looked so sexy in between her legs, looking up at her in-between her confided strokes and licks. Arizona felt a pang of longing, a release of her fear. She had never felt so comfortable with someone. Maybe this was where she belonged. Perhaps she was a lesbian. Arizona came, thoughts of Callie's tongue on her pussy passing through her, feelings of letting go giving her the freedom she needed to finally find release. Callie didn't stop flicking her tongue over Arizona's clit. Callie held Arizona's legs open as she frantically tried to give Arizona another orgasm.

Arizona's whole body began to buck and shake underneath Callie. Callie knew what she was doing. She didn't stop. Callie held Arizona down, forcing her to cum hard. Then she did it again. Callie loved that she was making Arizona cum. Arizona Robbins was one of the most famous actresses of her generation. Arizona had gained popularity from a single appearance in a face wash commercial that had launched her career. Then she had landed a string of roles on mainstream television. Then came the movies in which Arizona played opposite some of the most famous actors in Hollywood. She was a versatile actress with a cloud of mystery surrounding her.

The headlines always pegged Arizona as secretly having sexual relationships with the leading men from her acting gigs. Still, now that Callie knew she wasn't into men, she wondered how many women Arizona had been with. The way that her body responded to Callie's tongue was telling, but not saying enough.

"Callie! Callie, stop! We're at my house." Arizona panted as Callie worked her way towards a fourth orgasm.

"Please tell me you're inviting me inside," Callie wiped the pussy juice from her mouth with the back of her hand without thinking as Arizona pulled her clothes back on.

"Yes, come inside," Arizona waited for the driver to open the door for them. Arizona grabbed the bottle of champagne on her way out. Her driver pretended he hadn't heard anything, but when Arizona's eyes met his, she could tell that he'd heard more than she had intended. The partition that separated her from her driver was mostly opaque, but not soundproof. Her face burned hot with embarrassment. "We'll be right back," she told her driver.

"Yes, Miss," he said politely, but she could tell he was fighting back a smile. She keyed into her house with her thumbprint. All of her staff had gone home hours ago, and they were on their own. "Alexa, turn on the lights," Arizona called, and the house lit up.

"I love your kitchen," Callie exclaimed as they walked through it to get to the part of the house with Arizona's bedroom. The kitchen countertops gleamed with white marble, and the light reflected off of stainless-steel fixtures.

"Thank you, I designed the whole thing myself, well, with the help of the architect and contractors."

"This house is huge."

"It's only 9,000 square feet, it's smaller than what I have in L.A" Arizona shrugged. It wasn't as big as most of the other mansions in New York City.

"That's huge!" Callie laughed, not wanting to talk about her tastefully sized home in Manhattan. She wasn't as commercially successful as Arizona, but she didn't care about that. Right now she just wanted more of Arizona's sweet womanhood all over her face.

"Where is your bedroom?" Callie asked, with a knowing smirk. She had one night, and she wants everything out of it.

"This way!" Arizona called, and she ran ahead, giggling as Callie followed. Arizona took swigs from the champagne bottle as they made their way to the stairs, hoping it would give her the courage she needed. They ran up the stairs until they finally reached Arizona's bedroom at the end of the hallway. Arizona paused to catch her breath before she opened the door. She knew what was about to happen, and she was ready for it. Arizona wasn't feeling sick like all the other times with men. She remembered the fear and was happy that she wasn't feeling it now.

"Wow!" Callie remarked as she looked around Arizona's bedroom suite. Arizona had decorated it in bright florals and white. It was the kind of bedroom that had never felt a man's touch. There was a floral print comforter with brilliant peonies in pink, yellow, white, and red. A white fur rug that was probably fake (real fur was a sin in Hollywood) sprawled before a cozy fireplace. A pristine, white couch filled a vast sitting area, and just beyond that, Callie could see an immense closet. There were plenty of windows with a view of the city. The curtains were sheer and white, the sashes matching the bedspread perfectly. Fresh cut flowers were placed on the white oak nightstands. A few candles that emitted a vanilla scent burned on a window seat. "It's like you knew I was coming! Look at the flowers and candles!"

"My personal assistant likes to set the mood for me each night when she leaves." Arizona added, internally thanking her PA Stephanie Edwards, for the thoughtful setup.

"I know...I know. There's no way you could have known I was coming over here," Callie said seductively.

Arizona was aroused by the hint of sex in Callie's voice. For the first time in her life, she was excited to have sex with someone instead of terrified and disgusted.

"I want more of you," Arizona whispered loudly enough for Callie to hear.

"Come closer, then. Come, give me a kiss."

Arizona took the few steps forward until she was pressed against Callie, her lips just inches from Callie's. She could feel Callie's breath mingling with hers as she leaned in until her lips met Callie's. She felt a chill creep up her spine and spread to her brain where the pleasure was intense in ways Arizona had never experienced. Every kiss brought more joy until Arizona was shaking with her craving for more. She knew she wanted to give Callie the same pleasure she has received and try out being a lesbian, but there was a fear that she wouldn't do it right and that Callie would be displeased. She feared losing Callie already, and they weren't even in a relationship.

"Stop thinking, Arizona," Callie encouraged her. Her lips lingering sloppily at Arizona's pulsating ivory neck.

"What?" Arizona asked panting, as she felt Callie's appetite grew again and felt those confident hand roam her body. "How did you know I was thinking about something?"

"I can just tell. A woman like me know these things. Is there something bothering you?" Callie asked. "Is it me? Am I too much for you?"

"Oh, no! Callie! That's not it at all. It's just that... I'm embarrassed to tell you something I think you should know." Arizona added with a nervous laugh as she felt Callie's lips move from her neck and look down at her adoringly

"Just tell me. I promise I won't be upset, whatever it is," Callie was still holding her close, and their mouths were again inches apart. She kissed Arizona again, making Arizona's legs so weak that she could barely stand.

"I...I've never been with a woman before. You are my first woman. I spent a lot of time trying to find the right guy, and it never occurred to me that I might be into women. I mean, I thought about it, but I wasn't sure. I'm so sorry. I'm sure you don't want to be with a newbie..." Arizona's voice trailed off as she realized that she needed to shut up and see how Callie was taking this news.

Callie smiled patiently, a bit surprised with herself that she's giving Arizona the time she never bothered to give anyone else .

"Don't worry about that, Arizona. This is our secret. No one needs to know. We can just have fun, and it doesn't have to mean anything. This could jut be about tonight. It's just sex, okay?" Callie added, knowing very well that giving Arizona a way out is the only way to go forward here. Though she did felt a pang of sadness at the thought of it being a one-time thing or a….secret.

Callie hates hiding.

Arizona considered this. She knew that Callie was trying to placate her and that Callie probably thought that meaningless sex was what she wanted, but it wasn't. Arizona wanted love. She wanted all the things that she had never been able to have, and yet here she was doing things all wrong, yet again. Arizona was rushing into a sexual relationship with Callie when they should have been taking things slower. It's just that Arizona didn't want to wait. She didn't want to miss out any longer. She was flying back to L.A tomorrow and she just got tonight. She had feelings for Callie…she had them for a while now, shejust didn't knew how to name those feelings. But now what had happened in that limo had changed her.

"I don't want just sex, Callie. I...I want to have sex with you, yes, but I want more than just sex. I want to know you. I want to explore what's between us." Arizona's eyes filled with tears.

"I'm sorry if all you want is sex. I'm just not built like that. I'm not the kind of person who can have sex with someone and not feel things."

Callie once again felt a pang of guilt. Feelings? That's one more thing she doesn't wants to deal with, at least not with someone who is still at 'exploration' stage.

"So, you're saying that you feel things?" Callie's perfectly manicured eyebrows shot up inquisitively.

"You are making me feel things I've never felt before, Callie." Arizona added, looking shyly at her feet.

"Those are just orgasms, Arizona!" Callie laughed, and Arizona laughed with her. Callie leaned in and kissed Arizona gently, hoping to reassure her.

"You know what I mean!" Arizona cried playfully.

"Come here," Callie pulled Arizona to the bed, and they both sat on the beautiful, floral bedspread. "Listen to me."

Arizona's soulful eyes looked up into Callie's playful ones. There was a wisdom there that Arizona found attractive.

"I feel things for you too, Arizona. I've been trying like hell to get your attention for the whole past year!" Callie laughed nervously. "You finally gave me the time of day tonight."

"I...I didn't realize." Arizona shifted her body nervously.

"I know. You're clueless sometimes. Now, let's get you out of these clothes so I can show you exactly how I feel about you."

"That sounds so dirty!" Arizona said with a playfulness that made Callie smile. Callie honestly had been waiting almost a year for this moment. It was never hard for Callie to get any man or woman she wants but Arizona Robbins had been a different story altogether. Callie watched as Arizona undressed herself and was aroused by her nervousness. She liked that Arizona was so worried that she wouldn't be enough. It showed that she cared about Callie, and of course, Callie liked that.

Maybe it's the forbiddenness of things? Who knows…

"Your body is spectacular," Callie grabbed Arizona and pushed her back onto the bed as she took off her own clothes. She parted Arizona's legs and inserted a finger into her dripping center. Callie had fucked a lot of women over the years, many of them her co-stars, but none of them turned her on the way Arizona Robbins did. There was just something about Arizona that heightened her emotions. Callie leaned down to kiss Arizona as she feverishly fingered her center in circular motions. The sounds of joy and pleasure that Arizona emitted made Callie want to give her the biggest orgasms possible.

Callie skilfully added another finger and immediately picked up pace. She expertly used her thump to flick over Arizona's aroused bud. There was just something about watching Arizona come undone that had Callie on edge. She added her body weight behind her thrust and watched in awe as Arizona's whole body jerked back and forth.

Latching onto one of the engorged nipple, Callie got Arizona's whole left breast wet with her dripping mouth, and the sensation puckered Arizona's nipple even further as the air-conditioning of the room met the heat of her body.

"Oh, my God! This is so good!" Arizona screamed and then came hard, and they were both shocked when Arizona's womanhood pulsated further and came hard again that she actually squirted. The bedspread was wet, and Callie was satisfied with herself. Arizona lay in a puddle of her own mess, a dimple-popping smile permanently fixed on her face. "That was the best sex I've ever had!"

"I'm glad you approve, Arizona," Callie gave her a sluty , sideways grin that made Arizona horny all over again.

"I squirted all over my bedspread!" Arizona said, but she didn't sound mad about it. She looked impressed with herself and with Callie.

"There's going to be a lot more of that tonight!" Callie announced.

"I want to….I want to go down on you," Arizona said boldly, shocking herself.