During their drive home, Callie tried to remember the last time they spent an evening together, just the two of them, since their honeymoon and realized except for their little shopping excursion, it had been a while. Reaching over, she took Arizona's hand, linked their fingers together, rubbed her thumb back and forth across the back of Arizona's hand and asked, "What would you say to a little date night? We could put on some comfy clothes, cook dinner together, listen to some good music, maybe dance a little, then…" She stopped and wiggled her eyebrows, letting her wife know what she intended. Arizona smiled, she'd actually been thinking about the same thing and replied, "I'd love that. I feel like we haven't taken time for each other lately and since we have the house and the evening to ourselves, it's the perfect opportunity." Callie kissed the back of her hand and purred, "But make no mistake about it, I still intend to fuck you senseless." Arizona leaned over, nipped at her earlobe and whispered, "Damn right you do." Callie visibly shivered for effect and turned into their driveway.

When they pulled into the garage, Callie turned off the car, rushed around to Arizona's side and opened her door for her, helping her down. The blonde leaned up on her tip toes, wrapped her hand around Callie's neck to bring her closer, murmured, "Thank you," and captured her lips in a long, languorous kiss. They broke apart giggling when they heard the high pitched, poor impression of a bark and Arizona frowned and pouted, "Aww someone has to potty." Callie found the house key and admitted, "He's not the only one," then quickly ran into the house, leaving her wife to the task of letting the poor puppy out of his cage, giggling at her wife's childlike run to the bathroom.

After finishing in the bathroom, Callie decided to change into her favorite sweats and an oversized t-shirt. When she went to grab a pair of socks, she eyed their 'special' drawer and a sly smile crept up her face. Opening the drawer, she took out her most recent purchase, meant as a surprise for her wife, figured no time like the present, and made another trip to the bathroom. When she emerged, she found Arizona standing in front of the mirror in just her pink silk bra and panty set they purchased earlier in the week and couldn't help but admire her nearly naked form. Leaning against the door jam, she said reverently, "My God you are gorgeous." Arizona looked from her own reflection, which, in her mind, was clearly flawed, then to her wife and could see all the adoration, desire, love, and truth pouring from her emotion-filled eyes and responded honestly, "Coming from you I believe it." As they stared into one another's eyes, both women felt the impact of those words, knew the significance of them, and understood the underlying meaning behind them. Arizona knew now, Callie loved her for who she was no matter what her body looked like and nothing could change that.

Walking up to her wife, Callie dropped to her knees, kissed the swell of the pale abdomen and spoke softly, "Hi babies. How are you this evening? Can you do your mommies a big favor and be good little gremlins?" Arizona chuckled at the nickname and felt that same tingle, along with butterflies flitting around when her wife leaned in and kissed her stomach in the approximate places they had last determined the babies to be. She loved how much Callie loved these babies, how much they were already such a big part of their lives. Running her hand through Callie's hair, she admitted, "I'm almost afraid to say it, but they've been pretty good lately, though I have been taking the anti-nausea medicine before dinner time." Callie stood up, brushed their lips together, grabbed another pair of sweats and a shirt out of the dresser for Arizona, and suggested, "I'll go start dinner, you get dressed and take your meds, then get your sexy ass out there and help me." Arizona started laughing when Callie opened the door and Tobin started yipping at her and corrected, "You mean save you from the big bad dog." Callie muttered something about her sister training him to do that and went into the kitchen with the dog following behind her growling and trying to bite her feet.

Arizona walked into the kitchen to find Callie staring into the refrigerator biting her bottom lip, clearly trying to figure out what to make for dinner. Stepping up behind her, Arizona wrapped her arms around her middle, peeked over her shoulder and asked, "What about chicken piccata, angel hair pasta, and honey roasted baby carrots?" Callie side-eyed her wife, chuckled, and asked, "You've been thinking about that for a while haven't you?" Arizona nodded and replied, "Only since you suggested we cook dinner." Callie kissed her forehead then replied, "What the lady wants, the lady gets," and proceeded to take what she needed out of the refrigerator.

Arizona stepped back, clapped her hands together and exclaimed, "Yay! I'm so excited." Callie turned her head and could see the blonde was truly happy about it and asked, "Why do you love this dish so much?" Arizona went to the pantry to collect all the dry ingredients they needed and replied, "Aside from the fact that it's amazing and the best I ever had?" Callie rolled her eyes and argued, "You refuse to eat anyone else's, you won't even order it at the most expensive restaurants we've been to." Arizona put everything on the center island, sidled up to her wife, wrapped her arms around her neck, looked her in the eye and admitted, "It's just…this meal has become something special to me. A romantic type of comfort food. I've never eaten anyone else's because I have so many memories of you wrapped up in this one dish and I know it won't taste as good for just that reason. You made it for me on our first date, our first anniversary, so many special occasions and it was one of the first dishes you made when we moved out here. This is my Calliope dish." Callie smiled down at her wife and murmured, "For what it's worth, I've never made it for anyone else for those same reasons." Arizona pulled her into a long sexy kiss, pulled back and replied, "It's worth everything. Now start cooking woman, your children are starving." Callie shook her head and replied, "Oh, no. This isn't a one person show, we do it together."

That is exactly what they did. While Callie washed the chicken breasts, Arizona prepared the baby carrots and put them in the oven since they would take the longest to cook, then filled a pot with water for the pasta and placed it on the stove so it would be ready when the time came to heat it up. Arizona took out a bowl for the flour and seasonings for the chicken while Callie cut the chicken breasts in half. Standing behind Arizona, Callie wrapped her hands around her waist and spoke softly in her ear, "Okay, pour in a half cup of flour." Arizona closed her eyes briefly, opened them and did as she was told then felt a shiver run down her spine as Callie sucked on the soft spot just behind her ear and directed, "Now add one-fourth of a teaspoon of sea salt." Arizona's nostrils flared and she took a deep breath when Callie flicked her earlobe with her tongue while she was trying to keep her hands steady enough to add just the right amount of salt. Callie brought her hands up to cup Arizona's breasts, making her upper body relax into her wife's chest and she barely heard the whispered, "Add just a pinch of pepper." Callie could feel her own arousal pooling at her core and knew she was turning her wife on immensely. Admittedly with her added hormones, it didn't take much lately, but she was thoroughly enjoying this little cooking lesson. At this rate though, nothing was getting heated up but them. Reaching out, she added the pepper herself, making Arizona whimper at the removal of her hand. Lowering both hands to her wife's abdomen once again, she murmured, "Okay, now add the final ingredient, three tablespoons of fresh parmesan cheese." She smiled when Arizona looked up at her and gave in, "Okay, four." Arizona popped her dimples and added the cheese.

Callie reached over, turned on the stove to heat the skillet and added both butter and olive oil then turned on the burner to boil the water for the pasta as well. She pulled Arizona into her arms and the two women swayed to the music while waiting to add the chicken. Arizona lifted her hand to cup the back of Callie's neck, turned her head and brushed their lips together teasingly until they heard the sizzle of the pan. Callie quickly dredged the chicken breasts in the flour mixture and put them in the pan while Arizona checked on the carrots in the oven. When the water came to a boil, Arizona added the pasta and Callie flipped the chicken, knowing exactly how long it needed to cook on each side. While Callie was preparing to make the sauce, she automatically reached for a bottle of wine then turned and asked, "Is this okay or should I use chicken stock?" Arizona tilted her head and replied, "You're cooking most of the alcohol out of it and won't be using much, that should be fine." Callie eyed the bottle in her hand and Arizona reassured her, "Honey, it's fine. I'm allowed to have a glass of wine or cup of coffee occasionally; I just choose not to." Callie nodded then went to the stove to remove the chicken and place it in the oven to keep it warm while making the sauce. Arizona kept her eye on the pasta, which was so thin it could quickly over cook, tested it, then took it off the stove and strained it. As they were putting the finishing touches on everything, Arizona asked, "Where's Tobin?" Hearing his name, the little dog came trotting out of the mudroom carrying a bone that was almost bigger than he was, making him lose his balance twice, sending him head over heels and causing both women giggle at his antics.

While Callie was dishing out the food, Arizona dimmed the lights in the dining room, lit some candles, and waited for her to bring the plates to the table. She held out Callie's chair for her, kissed her on the cheek, then took her own seat. When she was in the car earlier, she realized these acts of service needed to go two ways and her wife deserved pampering as well. Over dinner, they tossed around more ideas about the leg and Arizona loved hearing how passionate Callie was about her work. Callie looked up from her plate to see a gorgeous smile on her wife's face and asked, "What?" Arizona shrugged and responded, "I just love hearing you talk about your research and your work, how animated you get; how passionate you are. It's what makes you so great." Callie blushed and replied, "Well I have an amazing muse and partner for this project." Arizona shook her head and replied, "Maybe, but it just fascinates me…how your mind works." Not knowing what to say, Callie continued with her ideas and listened to Arizona's feedback and answered her questions, enjoying having someone who actually knew not only the way prosthetics worked, but also the way her mind processed information, to give her honest and constructive advice. Once that topic died down, they moved on to their trip to Disney World and planned out their adventure a little more, as well as how to surprise their very astute child.

When dinner was almost finished, Callie felt something on her foot, looked down, and whispered, "Look under the table." Arizona looked under the table and her heart melted when she saw Tobin fast asleep between Callie's feet, his paw resting on the top of her foot. She looked back up and asked, "Why do you think he gives you such a hard time?" Callie shrugged and replied, "I'm sure he's just protecting you and the babies. I'm curious to see how he will be when they are born." Arizona's face dropped and worry filled her eyes as she asked, "You don't think…he won't hurt them will he?" Callie shook her head and replied, "He's being trained now and he's a pretty good pup. I think if we introduce them right away, he should be fine with them. He may even be a little protective of them if how he is acting now is any indication." Arizona sighed in relief, it really wasn't something she'd thought about, but as a pediatric surgeon, she'd seen enough animal attacks to be worried now that she had thought about it. Callie carefully scooted her chair back and suggested, "I'll start on clean up if you want to get the little one outside and in his crate for the night." Arizona agreed and the two got to work on their tasks.

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After putting Tobin in his crate and closing the door to the mudroom, Arizona returned to the kitchen and started wiping down the countertops and stove while Callie finished washing, drying, and putting the last of the pans away. Callie stood up and turned toward her wife just in time to see her standing on her tip toes and leaning forward, reaching to clean the top side of the island countertop. She noticed that her shirt rose just enough to reveal a small patch of bare skin at her lower back and with the way the top of her sweats was rolled down on her waist, Callie couldn't explain it, but she found it extremely sexy. But what really caught her attention was the way that tight ass wiggled back and forth with the movements of her hands and she decided she had been patient long enough. Confidently walking up behind her wife, she put her hands on either side of her hips and slowly lowered her to the floor making sure their bodies brushed together in all the right places and smirked when she heard Arizona breathe out a surprised, "Oh!" when her behind rubbed up against Callie's groin. Arizona knew exactly what she was doing when she bent forward to clean the counter and was actually counting the seconds in her head to see how long it would take Callie to cross the room and come to her. She was expecting her wife's arrival, what she wasn't expecting was the little surprise that was waiting for her when she pulled her into her body.

Spinning around, Arizona let out a moan when Callie rolled their hips together, then asked breathlessly, "When did you, mmm, were you wearing that the whole time?" Callie smirked, bent her head, and started peppering Arizona's sleek pale neck with kisses, murmuring, "I promised I'd fuck you senseless, I was just waiting for the right time." Arizona grabbed Callie's hips pulling her even closer, grinding their mounds together husked out, "How did I, oh God, how did I not feel it before?" Callie continued her ministrations, licking and sucking her way up Arizona's neck, nipped at her earlobe and whispered, "I was careful. I knew if I came too close I would take you while we were cooking and probably burn the house down." Arizona looked around the clean kitchen, smirked, grabbed the hem of Callie's shirt, yanked it over her head, tossed it behind her and asked, "What's stopping you now?" Callie sucked in a deep breath, looked her wife up and down, yanked at her oversized sweats and panties while Arizona took off her shirt, and declared, "Not a damn thing." Once Arizona was naked, Callie pulled her closer and both women whimpered when their breasts rubbed together and their heated skin touched for the first time.

Staring into one another's eyes, Arizona leaned forward first, then Callie followed her lead and connected their lips, easily slipping her tongue between full pink lips and devouring her wife's mouth leaving no question as to who was in charge. Arizona put up a good fight, tangling her tongue with Callie's, gripping and clawing at her back as she gave in to the fact that she was being dominated and a thrill ran up her spine at just the thought of it, especially when she felt the strap-on her wife was wearing rub against her pulsing clit through the fabric of her sweats. This was another thing they'd never done before, usually they only wore the strap-on in bed when they were ready to use it. They'd never worn it under their clothes in preparation for what was to come. She had to admit, knowing Callie was wearing it all this time was quite the turn on and not having to wait for it to be put on, using it somewhere other than in the bedroom was thrilling. She raked her nails down Callie's sides and shoved at her sweatpants, indicating to her wife what she wanted.

Callie broke the kiss, both of them breathing heavily, put her thumbs in her waistband, shoved her pants to her ankles and stepped out of them, revealing that she was wearing a tight pair of boy shorts that held the phallic toy in place rather than the uncomfortable contraption they wore prior to the other strapless strap-on. Callie was slightly nervous as to what Arizona's reaction would be but realized she didn't need to be when she saw the flash of excitement in darkening blue eyes and pale hands reached out to grab her waistband to pull her closer. Arizona captured her lips in a searing kiss moving her tongue in and out provocatively, telling her exactly what she wanted. While she was intrigued by the new addition to their collection, Arizona decided the questions could wait until later. She reached out for Callie's waistband, pulled her into another searing kiss mimicking with her tongue what her true desire was, and hummed in pleasure when she felt the toy slip between her legs and rub up against her sex.

Callie slid her hand down Arizona's side, lifted her left leg to rest on her hip and wrap around her waist holding it there while she slipped her free hand between their bodies. Arizona sucked on Callie's tongue evoking a loud low moan and bucked her hips forward when she felt her wife's fingers part her lower lips. She knew she was making sure she was ready so she didn't hurt her, but she was more than ready. She'd been ready. Breaking the kiss briefly, she commanded, "Fucking do it!" With just those words, in that tone, something clicked within Callie, her wife had given her permission and the animal was freed. Taking the toy in her hand, she lined it up with Arizona's opening and with a loud grunt and a swift thrust forward, she impaled her wife, making her cry out, "FUCK YES!" Arizona wrapped both arms around Callie's neck and captured her lips in a sloppy wet kiss as they found a hard and fast rhythm. The only sound filling the room was their heavy breathing, skin slapping against skin, the sticky moisture of the toy moving in and out of Arizona's core, and Arizona's foot banging against the wooden cabinet as she was literally lifted off the floor with each thrust.

Needing more support, Callie tapped the back of Arizona's right leg, indicating she wanted her to wrap both legs around her waist and knew that caused the toy to slide deeper inside Arizona's slick tight channel when her wife let out a lewd moan. Carrying her to the nearest wall, Callie started thrusting once again, putting all of her weight behind each thrust, prompting Arizona to break the kiss to catch her breath. As they both moved their hips to meet one another, they were gasping and panting with exertion and from the absolute pleasure they each felt. With the wall holding her up, Arizona wrapped her legs tighter around Callie's back and dug her fingernails into her strong shoulders for support so she could meet her thrust for thrust. Both women were in an animalist fog, focused only on giving and receiving pleasure. Arizona shifted her hips in a way that she knew the other end of the toy would rub up against Callie's clit and wasn't disappointed when her wife growled out, "Right fucking there, just like that." Arizona watched as Callie's jaw clenched, the tendons in her neck stuck out and throbbed with the beat of her heart, the muscles in her shoulders and arms rippled with the exertion, the bob and sway of her breasts, and the only thought she had was this woman was hers. Leaning forward, she focused on Callie's throbbing pulsed point, bit down hard and sucked until she was certain she had made her mark.

Callie nearly howled when she felt Arizona's teeth bite into her neck and it drove her to madness, making her thrust even faster and harder, barely registering the slapping sound of Arizona's body hitting the wall. She did howl when Arizona switched sides and was certain she drew blood that time but her only concern was pleasuring her wife. Fucking her, owning her. When Arizona released her suction on her neck, she bent her head and bit down on her wife's shoulder, licking and sucking while continuing to thrust into her relentlessly. Feeling Arizona's grip on the toy tightening, Callie knew her wife was close. Her moans were getting louder and her nails were now digging into her shoulders, all indicators that she could feel herself getting ready to fall apart. Securing her grip on Arizona's ass with one hand, Callie moved the other between them and circled Arizona's sensitive clit with her thumb until she let out an earthshattering scream and nearly squeezed her to death with her legs. Callie quickly pulled the trembling body into her arms and carried her to the island and sat her on the countertop, holding her until she came down from her high.

Arizona would swear she shattered into a million pieces and was floating around the kitchen looking down at her wife holding her soulless body. All she could feel in this moment was absolute euphoria and oddly, safety; she knew she was always safe in Callie's arms. She asked to be fucked and that is exactly what she got. She was thoroughly and completely fucked, so much so, she wasn't sure she would be walking right tomorrow…if she could walk at all. Right now, she just felt like she could stay right here wrapped in the safety of her wife's strong arms, feeling her naked body pressed against her. As the fog started to lift and Arizona felt as if she had reentered her body, her voice cracked when she said, "Holy fuck…that was…that…hmmm, intense." Callie chuckled, pulled her closer, kissed her forehead and whispered, "You okay?" Arizona nodded her head, remembered a thought she just had about Callie's naked body, took a long leisurely look at said body, then stared into onyx eyes full of need, carefully lowered herself off the counter and declared, "But you aren't."

Arizona knew exactly what she wanted and led her wife to the dining room table. This was always her favorite and having a child around kind of hindered where and how often you had sex outside of the bedroom. Callie furrowed her brows and wondered what her wife meant until Arizona took her hand and guided her to the table. Just the thought of what was about to happen made her every nerve stand on end. When they got to the head of the table, Arizona removed the briefs that doubled as a strap-on and could see her wife was definitely not unaffected if the arousal dripping down her thighs was any indication. Tapping the table, Arizona smirked at her wife who was grinning like the Cheshire cat, and asked, "What are you waiting for?" Callie quickly plopped her ass down on the edge of the table and waited for further instruction. Since the last time when Arizona switched it up on her, she wasn't sure what she was going to do. Arizona stepped between her legs, caressed her thighs, brought her hands up to cup her breasts, leaned forward and soothed the angry bite marks with her tongue, then finally captured Callie's bottom lip between her teeth. Running her tongue across the bottom lip, she nibbled on her top lip, rubbed her nipples with the palms of her hands and murmured, "I love, love, having a family, but damn do I miss fucking you whenever and wherever I want to."

Callie lifted her hand to grip blonde curls and pull Arizona into a searing kiss while taking one of her hands off her breasts and moving it down between her legs to feel how wet she was. Breaking the kiss briefly, she repeated Arizona's words from earlier back to her, asking, "What's stopping you now?" Arizona looked between them and watched while Callie guided her fingers back and forth between her own lower lips. She was getting immensely turned on by watching Callie touch herself. She fully intended on participating, but right at this very moment, she wanted nothing more than to be a spectator, to watch Callie bring herself to climax alone. While it had been several years since she'd seen it and then it was an accident, the pure beauty of it never ceased to amaze her. Moving her hand behind Callie's so she was now guiding her wife's hand, Arizona reached for Callie's free hand with hers, placed it on the hardened mocha nipple and guided both hands until she saw understanding dawn in her wife's eyes.

As soon as Arizona looked between them and moved her pale hand to guide her own, Callie felt her nerves start to tingle at the thought of what her wife wanted. This isn't something they did, usually one of them caught the other in the middle, but if she were being honest, she always wanted to do it this way. In her mind, while it could be perceived as dirty or kinky, it was also intimate and if your partner was paying attention, they could learn how you like to be touched, what made you moan, what drove you crazy. When Arizona moved her hand to her breast and showed her how she wanted her to touch herself, she realized that was exactly what she wanted and a shiver of excitement ran through her to think that Arizona wanted to see her perform this most personal and private act.

Arizona wasn't sure what she expected her wife to do or say, but she was extremely pleased when red lips formed into a sexy smirk and that perfectly manicured brow arched in question and Callie asked, "Yeah?" Arizona continued guiding Callie's hands, leaned in and brushed their lips together and felt a little thrill when Callie nodded toward the chair and suggested, "Sit down, put your feet on the chair." Arizona did as she was asked and had a perfect view of her wife's sex, she knew sitting like this, Callie could also see hers and figured that was the whole point. Callie closed her eyes and continued to caress her sex just as Arizona was guiding her to do while envisioning her wife's hands instead of her own. She tossed her head back and rolled her nipple between her thumb and forefinger then pinched and tugged, feeling the sensation shoot straight to her clit as her arousal began to seep out onto her fingers. She could feel her breathing become ragged and started circling her opening with her middle finger while flicking at her clit with her ring finger. Looking down at Arizona, she could see her eyes turning a darker shade of blue and lowering her gaze, she watched as her swollen pink sex throbbed and moisture seeped from the opening.

Arizona was enthralled and couldn't decide where to focus her attention. Callie's facial expressions were captivating, but her gaze kept dropping to her sex and watched as her hand continued to tease her opening. Licking her lips, she directed, "Stick it inside. One finger. I want to watch you fuck yourself." Callie closed her eyes, pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, and moaned as she slowly slid her finger into her tight opening and slowly moved it in and out, rolling her hips with each inward movement. Arizona moved her chair closer and watched while Callie's finger disappeared into her opening and reappeared slick with her own juices. Their combined heavy breathing filled the room along with Callie's low whimpers. Arizona put her hands on Callie's knees, spread her legs wider and commanded, "Add another finger and fuck yourself, don't just ride your hand." Callie looked down at her wife, surprised to see she had moved. Took her hand off her breast, flattened her palm on the table, and inserted another finger, this time moving them in and out more fervently, using her hand for support so she could thrust her hips as well.

Callie felt as if her hand was moving at lightning speed, she had never been this turned on by pleasuring herself before and knew it had everything to do with Arizona watching. She could feel her wife's hands moving higher up her thighs and could only hope that meant she was ready to participate. She cried out, "Shit yes, fuck," when a moist tongue flicked at her nipple then it was enveloped by pink lips as Arizona began to suck and nip at her breast. Arizona couldn't watch any longer. She was either going to touch herself or Callie and touching her wife was way more fun. She stood from her chair, slid her hands up her thighs and latched onto her breast. Snaking her left hand around Callie's back for support, Arizona took the hand that Callie was fucking herself with, linked their first and middle fingers together, then slowly slipped them into her wife's tight channel causing her to let out a deep guttural moan and hiss, "Fuck Arizona, yes." Starting slowly at first, Arizona guided their hands to move as one, then quickly picked up the pace as together they brought Callie to the brink.

"Fuck, shit, this feels so good…uhhh…mmmm…yes," Callie moaned out while being fucked like she had never been fucked before. She could feel her climax barreling toward her and knew it was going to be one of the most intense orgasms she had ever experienced. Her walls were so tight, they could barely move their hands, her stomach was tingling, her head was spinning, and she was already screaming, "FUUUUUCKKKKKK!" Then Arizona turned their hands just slightly, wiggled her fingers against her g-spot, pinched her clit, and she let out a scream that she knew should have broken every window in the house as she collapsed back onto the table, still riding their hands while trying to suck in enough oxygen to keep herself conscious. As soon as Callie fell back onto the table, Arizona followed, resting her head between her legs. Just watching Callie climax threw her into her own orgasm and she too was struggling to breathe.

Arizona snapped out of her haze far quicker than Callie did and as she started to get up, she picked up her head and looked straight into her wife's weeping sex. Remembering why they were at the table in the first place, Arizona smiled slyly, reached behind her for the chair, carefully picked up both long muscular caramel colored legs and rested them on her shoulders. Scooting as close as she could, she leaned forward and swiped her tongue through Callie's lower lips making her entire body shake from the sensation. Callie was just coming back from the most intense climax of her life when she felt Arizona's tongue awaken her senses once again. Unsure she could take anymore, she tapped on the table and croaked out, "Arizona honey, I don't think I can…oh God." She couldn't finish her sentence because that talented tongue entered the opening of her sex, licked along the walls that were still throbbing and felt like a welcome contrast to the thorough fucking she'd just experienced. Arizona moved her tongue in and out, back and forth, making love to her wife, keeping her touch light and gentle. She knew she was still sensitive and didn't want her to feel pain, just absolute pleasure. She also knew it would only take a few expert swipes of her tongue to send Callie back over the edge. Pulling her tongue out, she circled her opening two more times, flattened it, licked up to her clit, flicked it lightly back and forth as fast as she could, and nearly choked when out of nowhere Callie squirted right into her mouth then sat straight up and hollered, "Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!" Arizona coughed, started laughing and declared, "That warning would have been nice three seconds earlier."

Callie looked down at her wife who was absolutely drenched and said, "Oops?" Then both women broke into a fit of giggles. Callie pulled Arizona into her arms, captured her lips in a steamy kiss, then suggested, "Why don't you go get started in the shower while I clean up out here?" Arizona looked around at the mess and decided, "How about we both clean up and disinfect, then shower together?" Callie hugged her wife and replied, "Even better." She walked around the island, picked up both of their shirts so they wouldn't catch a chill, then they quickly got to work on the kitchen and dining room. After they were finished, they turned off the lights and headed to their bedroom, both of them almost certain they weren't going to sleep any time soon.

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Arizona awoke to a darkened room, though she could tell from the light peeking through the bottom of the curtains on the windows and patio doors that it was probably well past time that they would normally be waking up. After showering, both women fell into bed and their goodnight kiss turned into slow sweet lovemaking which turned into more rough and dirty sex. She had no idea when they finally fell asleep, but she was certain it wasn't too long ago. Turning to reach for her phone to check the time, Arizona whimpered in pain as every muscle in her body rebelled against her and she flopped back onto the bed. She already knew she was going to be sore today, but she had no idea she would feel it from her head to her toes. She realized she wasn't alone in her aches and pains when Callie's voice croaked out from somewhere under the pile of covers, "Is it possible to have a sex hangover?" Using what little strength she had, Arizona turned to her side, lifted the blankets and giggled when she saw the bright green scarf she had used to tie Callie down in the middle of the night, still attached to her wrist. Reaching out to untie it, she smirked and complimented, "I always liked this color on you." Callie moaned and asked, "How are you moving?" Arizona cuddled closer and Callie grumbled at the aches and pains in her body but resituated herself so her wife could lay her head on her chest.

Caressing the taut caramel colored abdomen, Arizona replied, "It's not easy, everything hurts. Tell me we aren't going anywhere today." Callie kissed the top of her head, stroked her back and answered, "Other than a long hot bubble bath with my wife, I have absolutely no plans." Arizona closed her eyes, enjoying Callie's touch on her back and replied, "Hmm that sounds heavenly." Callie reached between them with her free hand, rubbed Arizona's stomach and asked, "They're okay right? We didn't…I mean…we got pretty…" Arizona covered her wife's hand with hers and replied, "They are fine honey." She looked up and noticed all the angry red marks on the perfect tan skin, traced them with her finger and proclaimed, "I can't say you faired so well though." Callie snickered and brought her hand up to trace her own marks on smooth alabaster skin and responded, "Neither did you. At least it's cooler out and we can get away with wearing shirts under our scrubs for a few days." Arizona laughed and commented, "I wonder how many other 40 year old's worry about hiding hickeys." Callie chuckled and replied, "If they don't, they aren't doing it right." Arizona sat up on her elbow, bent forward, brushed their lips together and replied, "Oh we are definitely doing it right." Callie nodded her head in agreement and pulled Arizona into a longer, steamier good morning kiss.

When the kiss came to it's natural end, Arizona lifted her hand to run her fingers through the short stubble at the side of Callie's head and stated, "It looks like it's time for a trim again." Callie tilted her head and asked, "Are you offering Mrs. Robbins-Torres?" Arizona's eyebrows raised in surprise and she asked, "You really trust me to do it?" Callie nodded and replied, "Of course I do. I know you wouldn't even attempt it if you didn't think you could and you did great last time." Arizona smiled, kissed Callie's cheek and responded, "I'd love to." Callie smiled brightly, tapped Arizona's bottom and suggested, "I'll go let Tobin out and feed him his breakfast if you want to get everything ready in the bathroom." Arizona nodded in agreement, gave her wife one last kiss and they both groaned when they rolled over to get out of bed.

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Callie returned to their bedroom to find Arizona in only a t-shirt, in the bathroom setting up her little workspace and couldn't help but smile at how seriously her type-A wife was taking this little task. She noticed what appeared to be a garbage bag that was cut open at the seams lying on the floor, in the center sat the stool from their vanity, and on the counter was the little pink case with the razor and all the accessories set out in the order she would need them. Leaning against the door jam, Callie asked, "Do you take walk-ins or do I need to call for an appointment?" Arizona smiled and flirted, "Ah, Dr. Robbins-Torres, we always have time for you at Maison de Arizona. Right this way please." Callie chuckled at her wife's response and followed her to the stool and sat down. Arizona stood behind Callie, ran her fingers through her hair, then walked a full circle around her, making sure their bodies touched the entire time. Arizona stepped in front of Callie, opened the bottom drawer and bent at the waist, revealing the fact that she wasn't wearing any panties and Callie squirmed uncomfortably in her seat, knowing she too had just tossed on a shirt to let the pup outside. When Arizona stood up, she had a pout on her face and said apologetically, "It appears we are all out of capes. I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to take off your shirt." Callie looked at her wife incredulously and it finally dawned on her why she was acting so strange, her wife was turning her haircut into a sexy little role play.

Smirking, Callie repeated, "Take off my shirt." Arizona popped her dimples and shrugged, "It's company policy. We are supposed to use capes to protect the client's clothing and since we have no capes…I see no other option." Callie figured she'd throw Arizona off her game before she even started, tilted her head and argued, "But I'm only getting my back and sides shaved, no shampoo, no color, not even any water." She no sooner got the words out when Arizona visibly shivered, walked up to Callie ran her hands down her neck and over her shoulders as she explained, "Oh, but that's even worse, you'll have these dry, prickly, barely visible hairs fall onto your shirt…" She dipped her fingers underneath the collar of Callie's shirt and continued, "…Under your collar, and they will cause you to feel itchy and uncomfortable all day." She put both hands on Callie's shoulders, leaned close to her ear and breathed out, "We wouldn't want that now would we?" Callie audibly gulped, shook her head, and took her shirt off without any further argument.

Arizona took Callie's shirt and laid it on the counter trying not to laugh at her wife's response. She had initially planned to just cut Callie's hair, rinse her off in the shower, then get on with their bubble bath. The minute Callie asked about making an appointment, this whole scenario played out in her head. Returning to her 'client' she stood in front of her, reached out and took her head with both hands pretending to look at something and leaned forward making sure Callie could see down her shirt. Callie's breath hitched when she lifted her gaze and looked straight down Arizona's shirt. Clearing her throat, she asked, "What about you?" Arizona stood back, walked to the counter to get the hair clips, preparing to clip the long hair at the top out of the way and asked, "What about me?" Callie tugged on the bottom of her shirt, making sure the back of her hand caressed Arizona's bare ass and clarified, "Aren't you supposed to wear some sort of smock or cape for protection as well? I wouldn't want my prickly dry hairs to get under your clothes and make you uncomfortable all day." Arizona kept her back to her wife and smirked as she played right into her hands. Turning, the blonde commented, "Hmm, I had it earlier. I must have misplaced it. Do you have any suggestions?" Callie tugged at the hem of Arizona's old worn Seattle Grace shirt again and replied, "I mean, it's a very nice top. I'd hate for you to ruin it. Maybe you should take yours off as well." Arizona pretended to think about it for a minute, looked around as if other people could see her, and finally made the decision to remove her shirt as well.

Callie was almost certain Arizona would've found some excuse, but she was going to play this out to the end. Getting serious for a few minutes, Arizona carefully clipped all of Callie's hair on the top of her head just like Stevie showed her how to do. Moving to the front, Arizona decided to have a little fun, reached out to put Callie's bangs in a clip and leaned forward so much that her breast was brushing against Callie's lips. Callie smirked, licked her lips, knowing she would flick Arizona's nipple, and took great pleasure in the quiet whimper it evoked. Arizona looked down at the sexy smirk on her wife's face and declared, "I can't quite reach from this angle, I think I'm a little too short. Let me just…" She moved forward, straddled Callie's legs and sat down on her lap so close that their breasts were rubbing against one another. Pulling Callie's head down, she finished, "Much better." She curled the last piece of hair around her finger, held it with the clip, then looked into dark chocolate eyes full of desire and asked, "How does that feel? Is anything tugging or pulling?" Callie lifted her hands to caress Arizona's thighs, sliding them higher each time until she clasped them behind Arizona's lower back and husked out, "No, it's uh, its fine." Arizona put her hands on Callie's shoulders as if she were going to get up and Callie stopped her saying, "It's been a while since I've gotten a trim, I think I've forgotten the process. Before you put a razor to my head, can you explain it to me?"

Arizona slid her hands along Callie's strong shoulders, up her neck, and massaged her scalp as she leaned forward and quietly explained, "First, I'll use the number 1.5 guard over this whole area to even everything up." She scraped her nails along the sides of Callie's head just above her ear, nipped at her earlobe, and continued, "Then I will switch to the number 1 guard at about right here, blend it a bit…" She switched to the other side, sucked on the sensitive spot just behind Callie's ear and finished, "Then just about here, I will switch to the number 0.5 guard the rest of the way down. Then I will clean up your neck and sideburns." As if to further explain what she meant, she licked up the side of Callie's neck, along her jaw and up to the spot just above her ear." Callie's eyes rolled back in her head, her breathing was labored, and she had no idea what her wife just said to her. Before getting up, Arizona explained, "You can expect the loose hair to fall here…" she slid her hands across Callie's shoulders, "…here…" her hands slipped downward over her chest just above her breasts, "…and quite possibly here as well," she finished as her hands covered plump caramel colored breasts with hardened mocha nipples. Bothe women were breathing heavily and staring into one another's eyes just waiting for the other to give.

Callie slid her right hand back around to rest on the top of Arizona's thigh and asked, "Do you ah…shave other places?" Arizona knew exactly what her wife was getting at and asked, "Like beards and mustaches?" Callie shook her head no and Arizona furrowed her brow in faux confusion waiting to see what Callie was going to do. Callie continued to play the game, looked around and whispered conspiratorially, "You know, lower." Arizona bit her bottom lip and asked, "Legs?" Callie's nostrils flared and she moved her hand to cover the small patch of hair over Arizona's mound, slipped her finger between her outer lips and watched as Arizona's eyes fluttered closed briefly and felt her roll her hips into her touch. Arizona feigned surprise, snaked her hands between them, slipped one finger into Callie's tight channel without warning and replied, "Oh you mean here." Callie moaned at the pleasurable sensation and did her best not to move because she knew they would both go flying off this tiny stool if she did. Nodding her head, she sucked in a breath and replied, "Mmm hmmm." Arizona wiggled her finger, removed it, lifted it straight into her mouth, licked all of her wife's juices off, pulled it out with a pop and replied, "No, we don't do that, but we do offer full service bathing, complete with your very own attendant to all of our VIP clients." Callie was about to say fuck the haircut and carry her wife back into the bedroom, but damn she really needed this cut. Looking into twinkling blue eyes, she hissed out, "Arizona Robbins-Torres, I need you to cut my damn hair right fucking now because I swear I am about to burst if I don't have you."

Arizona popped off her wife's lap thankful she gave in first, bent down, rested her hands on her knees and took in a few deep breaths to cool herself down and Callie exclaimed, "Damnit! You were close weren't you?" Arizona nodded and replied, "I was about to throw in the towel, I so didn't expect you to go there with the shaving thing." Callie chuckled and ordered, "Get your sexy ass dressed and cut my hair please." Arizona picked up her shirt, tossed Callie hers, then focused her attention on Callie's hair. When she was finished, she held up a mirror for Callie to see the back of it and nervously bit the inside of her cheek, waiting for her wife's response. Callie looked from side to side, glanced at the back, ran her fingers through the fresh stubble, smiled brightly, looked at her nervous wife's reflection in the mirror and declared, "It's perfect baby. Come here." Arizona breathed a sigh of relief and rushed to her wife's arms. She still couldn't believe Callie had enough faith in her to let her do it. When it came to her hair, Callie was the pickiest person she knew. Running her fingers through the stubble she asked, "You really like it?" Callie nodded and replied, "I do, but I'm pretty sure I was promised a full service bath with an attendant." Arizona wrapped her arms around Callie's neck, brushed their lips together and replied, "So you were. Can't have an unhappy client now can I?" Callie rubbed their noses together and answered, "Mmm I have no complaints about your customer service."

A/N: Happy 1 year anniversary to Lucky Enough and thank you to all of you who have been with me since the very beginning and those who joined the journey along the way. I wanted to hit 100 chapters by today but we're so close. I'm halfway through with that chapter, maybe I'll at least have it up by my normal update day.

Just a little fun sexy chapter to enjoy while you let the big dinner settle and relax after all the family leaves.

Also, if you don't get email notices and are interested, I just started a new story called, "It Is So Easy." It will be far more angsty and dramatic and truer to canon, though it will still be A/U in that it obviously goes off script.

Happy Thanksgiving to all who celebrate and if you don't happy Thursday.

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