Alright, folks. Here's a short chapter - mostly, because there's very little plot. If you read it, let me know what you liked. I won't bother writing if no one reads these anymore!

"So tell me," Arizona began several hours into their long drive the following morning. "Why exactly did you leave me in the Morro Bay hotel for an hour while you mysteriously went out? And why did you make me cancel our reservation at the hotel in Flagstaff?"

Callie grinned evilly at Arizona. "You'll see."

Arizona made a face. "I don't like surprises."

"Yeah, because you're a control freak," Callie joked.

Arizona tried not to smile. "Maybe…a little," she accepted.

Callie laughed.

"Well, will I like this surprise?" Arizona pressed.

Callie hesitated.

Arizona narrowed her eyes at her. "Callie…?"

Callie's fingers tapped anxiously against the steering wheel. "You're not going to be…thrilled about it," she admitted.

"Callie!" Arizona complained.

Callie hazarded a look at her. After a moment of contemplation, she decided. "Fine. I'll tell you." She paused. "We're going...camping?"

And, before Arizona could fight her on it, she hurried to add, "And I know that you historically hate camping, but it's only one night, and the showers have hot water—I checked—and I want to convince you to like it."

Arizona growled.

"Come on," Callie pleaded. "I know you hated it as a kid because your dad would make you fish and go on 'death crawls,' but we won't do any of that, I promise."

"I just don't see what anyone could possibly like about camping," Arizona grumbled, pouting out her lower lip.

Callie smiled. "When I was growing up, most of our vacations had to do with my dad's business. And we always had to dress up and look nice and go to stuffy dinners with potential investors. So, when I got to go camping with my friends' families, it was special because we just got to explore and be kids and be present."

Callie reached out and set her palm on Arizona's knee, her voice unbearably sweet, knowing Arizona wouldn't be able to resist her. "I want to be present with you."

And, as expected, Arizona couldn't help but smile back. "Okay. But I really do prefer a real bed."

"I got the best air mattresses money can buy," Callie promised.

"Good." Arizona turned to her right to look out the passenger window as the landscape slowly morphed from golden hills to rock.

Callie chuckled, endeared, and—as she bit back her own smile—Arizona reached for the hand still placed on her knee, entwining their fingers.

Although not a fan of spending the night in the outdoors, Arizona was an experienced camper and a pro at assembling tents, and Callie was grateful—having never set one up before.

And, really, once they got there, Arizona was a good sport about everything. They walked all over the campground, taking in the new smells and new landscape, and they drove a mile down the road to an Indian restaurant for dinner. Callie knew better than to try to feed Arizona instant camping food or canned soup.

Then, following their dinner, s'mores, and bedtime routines, Callie and Arizona sat side-by-side on stumps in front of the campfire.

The air was hot and dry, and Callie found herself resenting it, wanting an excuse to wrap her arm around Arizona and pull her close. They were still trying to move slow, excruciating as that was.

Feeling Callie's intense gaze on her face, Arizona looked up. "You're staring."

Refusing to feel embarrassed, Callie shrugged. "Just enjoying the view."

Arizona ducked her head, hoping the low light would hide her flushing cheeks.

Catching her blush, Callie's smile widened. "So, we had Indian food for dinner—you like that. And then we had dessert—you really like that. How else can I make camping bearable for you?"

Arizona licked her lips, her eyes fixed to Callie's. That impossibly pretty brown. "What are my options?"

"Anything," Callie vowed.

Arizona raised her eyebrow suggestively.

"Oh," Callie realized. She laughed a little. "I should've known."

Arizona smiled sweetly. "I think getting to kiss you would make camping very fun."

"And what kind of person would I be, to deny you your ideal camping experience?" Callie bantered in return. Finally, she lifted her hand to Arizona's back. It tingled at the touch.

Tenderly, Arizona raised her own hand and tucked a long strand of black hair behind Callie's ear. Her eyes moved over Callie's face, savoring her beauty. "I know you wanted to go slow," she breathed.

"We are going slow," Callie insisted, her voice almost inaudible.

Arizona's hand moved down Callie's face, thumb swiping over her jaw.

Callie's eyes fell shut. That one light touch and, immediately, the clench of desire, her jackhammering heartbeat.

Cradling Callie's cheek, Arizona pulled her face to hers. "Come here."

And, this time, it was more than the kiss they'd shared in Happy Camp, when it had been all need, all desperation, all instinct.

This time, the kiss started soft, close-mouthed at first—almost timid—as they took their time to reacquaint themselves to the sensation.

And then Callie's breath shuddered out, lips parting, which Arizona instantly took advantage of, her tongue moving into her mouth, softly brushing hers.

Relishing in how soft Arizona was, and how gentle her small movements, Callie moaned at the taste of her, arm tightening around a lithe back, insisting on continued contact.

A minute later, breathless, Arizona pulled back a little, smiling when she saw Callie's drunken expression. "Now, I'm going to have a very good memory of camping."

"Let me give you another," Callie breathed, her other hand coming up to the nape of Arizona's neck and pulling her in for another long kiss.

And, this time, it was Arizona who couldn't hold back her groan, her hand on Callie's waist, turning enough on her stump that she could feel more of Callie, her breasts against hers.

Fighting every instinct to move faster, go deeper, Callie fisted the fabric of the blonde's shirt, not wanting to let herself get carried away.

"Arizona..." She pulled her lips away, needing to catch her breath.

But Arizona didn't let her get far. She held her close, pressing open-mouthed kisses along her jaw, down her neck. She was so full of want—a want she had denied for so long—and, now that she was finally acting on her desires, she was overflowing with it.

"Oh, god," Callie panted. She could feel her heartbeat coming faster, faster…

Arizona grinned, mouthing her way back up Callie's neck, toward her lips, shuddering when Callie captured her bottom lip between hers.

"We have to get up early tomorrow to drive," Callie reminded them both, her forehead resting on Arizona's, mouths exchanging uneven breaths. "We should probably sleep."

Arizona exhaled a long breath, exaggerating her frustration. "Okay," she surrendered. She nodded toward the tent. "Go. I'll put out this fire and then meet you in there."

A few minutes later, Arizona joined Callie in their tent. It was decent sized—there was enough room for the twin air mattresses and a narrow aisle between them.

Callie was sitting on her sleeping bag. "You put it out?"

Arizona nodded, climbing up onto her own air mattress and then quickly removing her prosthesis and her shortened limb's protective sleeve. When she looked back up, she caught Callie's eyes fixed on her bare legs, and it was clear in her expression that she liked what she saw. Pleased, Arizona's cheeks flushed.

Callie felt her breath come faster. After all that kissing, all the desire she had denied for so long had caught up to her, and she yearned to caress those shapely, muscular legs—to mouth those creamy inner thighs…

Finally, Arizona broke her out of her trance. "Are you tired?"

Callie made a face. "From driving, more than anything else. Nine hours in the car is too many."

"I'll drive more tomorrow," Arizona promised.

Callie chuckled. "The only reason you didn't today was because I wanted to keep the camping a secret." She crawled into her sleeping bag and, a few feet away, Arizona did the same.

Callie watched as Arizona attempted to get comfortable, her sleeping bag rustling at her every movement. She laughed a little. "Arizona. You okay?"

Arizona made a face. "You know, this mattress really isn't that comfortable," she decided.

Callie frowned. "The guy at REI said they were the best on the market, b-"

"I think mine must be defective," Arizona lied. "Maybe I should try yours." And, before Callie could say anything, she had exited her bed, come over to Callie's mattress, and slowly begun to unzip her sleeping bag.

Still processing, Callie just looked at her, wide-eyed.

Arizona smiled softly. "Scoot over."

Instinctively obliging, Callie moved back toward the other side of her mattress, making room for Arizona within her narrow sleeping bag.

Arizona crawled inside and zipped it back around them. Then, she tried to get comfortable, scooting back until she felt Callie's pelvis behind her. And she felt the way Callie tensed, heard the way her breathing shifted, at the contact.

A minute later, Callie recovered, gingerly settling her hand on Arizona's waist and relaxing behind her, softening at the contact.

Satisfied, Arizona shut her eyes. "This mattress is much more comfortable."

Callie snickered, and Arizona shivered at the feel of hot breath on the back of her neck.

"Well, if that's true, maybe I should move to the other mattress," Callie teased. "Then I think you'll be most comfortable, since I won't basically be on top of you."

"But I want you basically on top of me," Arizona countered, her voice coming out quiet, revealing the truth in her words.

And then, slowly, unable to help herself, Callie's hand began wandering: it moved from waist down to hip, from hip to outer thigh, from outer thigh to inner thigh.

Arizona's breath stuttered out. "Callie..."

"Mmm?" Callie hummed, lips on the nape of her neck.

It took everything Arizona had not to turn around and rip both their clothes off. She tried to steady her breath. "You wanted to go slow."

Callie's hand caressed Arizona's shortened limb, leisurely moving back towards that smooth inner thigh. "I am going slow." Impossibly lightly, her fingers grazed over Arizona's clit, then up her abdomen.

And, with that, Arizona spun around in her arms, unable to hold back a second longer. "Too slow," she decided—almost growled—pulling that tan face to hers before Callie could even take a breath.

Callie gasped into the kiss, her hand immediately coming up and fisting still-damp blonde hair.

Arizona pressed her body harder against Callie's, shuddering at the feel of soft breasts, the heat of a pelvis, against hers.

"God," Callie panted, burying her hand under Arizona's t-shirt, palm splaying against her bare back. All that sudden softness, curves against curves, heat against heat…

Arizona mirrored the motion, hand running down Callie's spine, holding her close, closer…

A minute later, she pulled away, looking past the darkness at Callie's open expression. "I used to be scared of my want," she confessed, her breath still coming fast. "First, because I wasn't supposed to feel it for girls and, later, because it meant the possibility of getting hurt."

Callie started at her, waiting, rapt, wide-eyed.

"It was especially scary when it came to you," Arizona added.

Callie nodded. "For me, too."

Her eyes fixed to Callie's lips, Arizona leaned in again and kissed her, hard and deep and long. She pressed closer—until her weight was enough to push Callie down onto her back, her own body coming to rest between splayed tan thighs.

Unprepared for this new position—though certainly not complaining—Callie groaned into the kiss, into this new sensation of Arizona full-body, on top of her, invading all her senses. Then, remembering the words they'd exchanged just a minute before, she pulled away, fixing Arizona with a curious yet cautious expression. "Are you scared now?"

Arizona's brows furrowed. "What?"

"What you said before," Callie reminded her.

"Oh." Arizona laughed a little. "Right. I got distracted."

Callie grinned back, her thumb affectionately tracing a smooth pink cheek. "I noticed." And, then, when Arizona still didn't expand on what she'd said, Callie's tone turned gentle. "You can tell me."

Arizona bit her lip, not answering right away, and then her face softened into a gentle smile. Then, she vowed, "I don't feel scared. For the first time in a long while, with you."

Callie waited.

"It feels different now," Arizona continued. "I can feel"—she paused momentarily, distracted by the physical fact of Callie's center, warm with desire, resting directly against hers—"that you want this."

Her hands pushing blonde hair out of Arizona's face, Callie looked into those deep blue eyes, her voice coming out solemn: "I do. I want to be with you, and I don't see that changing."

Arizona leaned down, pressing her lips to Callie's—as if to show her she felt the same way.

She had intended for the kiss to be brief but, a minute later, they were still all wrapped up in each other—Arizona's fingers knotting in Callie's hair, Callie's palms on Arizona's bottom as she ground up against her body, demanding more pressure where she needed it most.

At the sensation, Arizona moaned into Callie's mouth, and Callie eagerly swallowed the sound, unable to suppress her smile.

And then, when she rolled her hips again, this time, Arizona responded in kind, grinding down against her body.

"Callie…"

Callie nipped Arizona's pillowy lower lip.

Her hips moving instinctively, Arizona shuddered at the sensation. She ground her hips again. "God," she breathed. It felt so good.

"Arizona…"

"Cal, we have to-" Arizona paused, attempting to still her movements. She pulled back and looked into those warm brown eyes.

Forcing herself to focus, Callie reached up, holding feathery blonde hair away from Arizona's face. She smirked a little. "We have to what?"

Arizona exhaled a breathy sigh, laughing a little. "I'll get carried away."

Callie chuckled. "Me, too. I'm only human—and you're, well…you."

Arizona raised an eyebrow, teasing, "So you do want to have sex with me?"

"I would like that very much, yes," Callie grinned, her hands moving over that soft body that still covered hers.

Arizona dimpled back. "So would I. But you wanted to go slow, and I would rather not do it while camping, I think."

"True," Callie hummed. "Though, for the record, we're still fully-clothed, so we're doing a pretty good job at taking things slow."

"Great," Arizona deadpanned, exhaling a long sigh for emphasis, unable to hide her smile. She still felt her heartbeat in her ears, still felt every nerve ending. She leaned down, pressing her lips to Callie's cheek once more before rolling off her body.

She lay on her side, facing Callie, and Callie mirrored her position, her arm wrapping around her waist, legs instantly braiding. They lay so close that they were exchanging breath, and Arizona inhaled deep, overcome with Callie—the scent and taste of her.

They shut their eyes.

Arizona blinked her eyes open a few minutes later, looking at dark lashes, well-shaped brows. "I meant it, you know," she vowed. "For the first time since the plane crash, probably, you feel like safety again."

Eyes still closed, Callie smiled sleepily, her hand caressing Arizona's side. "We're both finally happy and healthy."

Arizona leaned in, pressing her lips to a soft jaw.

Callie hummed in appreciation, pulling the smaller body closer to hers. "You make me feel safe, too," she murmured. She could feel Arizona's heartbeat against her chest—that steady, unabating rhythm. "Really. And, yeah, we went a long time without really talking, but I know you. And I've always loved knowing you—that never changed."

"Mmm," Arizona acknowledged, tonguing the salt at her throat, hand on her outer thigh.

Approaching sleep, Callie's lip quirked up. "And I really love you touching me." In that moment, she felt especially happy to have abandoned the no-touching thing—at least for the night.

Arizona smiled as she pulled away at last, settling her head more comfortably against the pillow. "Goodnight, Callie."

Callie's fingers gently pulped against Arizona's side, and she felt the way the blonde shivered at the feeling. "Goodnight, Arizona."