Arizona had been avoiding Callie ever since the kiss, which was about a week ago. Now however, with a lot of alcohol inside her, she found herself walking through the door which said private in The Acorn bar, again. She was just in time to see a red headed woman leaving an office, which she guessed to be Callie's. The woman was still adjusting her dress and smiling guiltily as she walked past Arizona.

The blonde slumped down the wall opposite the door. A few minutes later Callie emerged in the corridor and immediately sat down next to her after noticing the vodka bottle in Arizona's hand.

"How long have you been out here?"

"Long enough to see the stranger leave. What were you doing in there?"

"You really don't need me to tell you that right?" The peds surgeon shook her head. "How much have you drunk?"

"I don't have work tomorrow."

"So what? You always get wrecked before your day off?"

"We had an argument."

"We did? When?" Arizona smiled slightly.

"Not us, me and Jasmine."

"I was gonna say, the last time I saw you, you kissed me." The blonde's head sank at the memory. "Sorry, is that what the argument was about?"

"No." Arizona turned her head around to look Callie in the eye for the first time tonight. "and don't be sorry for it. I kissed you and you pulled away." After resting her head on a tanned shoulder she continued. "I told her I was unhappy and that I can't really forgive her."

"Oh."

"But we've been together a long time and I don't know if I should walk away. I mean," She paused to take a sip from the bottle, "I mean, it's not as easy as you made out, relationships are work."

"Do you feel guilty for kissing me?"

"Of course I do, I've never..." When her sentence disappeared, Callie spoke again.

"Does she seem to feel guilty for what she did?" That question caused Arizona to sob uncontrollably and the Latina put her arm around her and held her close. "I'm sorry." She whispered in her ear.

"She isn't. Not really, she acts like nothing has happened."

"She ever explain why?" Another round of tears followed. "Sorry," Callie repeated, "There isn't really an excuse for hurting somebody so much, I just meant..."

"I was distant, apparently. I guess that's right; I had a lot going on."

"Like what?"

"My brother, he would have turned thirty, three months ago."

"He's not around anymore?" Arizona slumped further into her shoulder so she was almost talking into Callie's neck.

"He was my little brother, two years younger. He got blown up in Iraq a few years ago and..."

"It still hurts." The blonde nodded.

"Maybe I didn't pay Jas enough attention and..."

"Okay, stop it." Callie ran circles on her lower back with her hand. "You just said relationships are work and well it sounds like you're doing all the work here. Times like that, with your brother, there times to stand up and show you're worth it. A chance to help your partner and you deserve someone whose response isn't to screw someone else. Arizona, you deserve better."

"You're only saying that because you want to get in my pants." Callie tried to grab the almost empty bottle of vodka when Arizona took another swig.

"No I'm saying it because it's the truth and I care about you."

"No, you know what?" The blonde unsteadily stood up and backed back towards the door. "I was fine till you showed up. You with your singing and the whole "could get hit by a bus" thing. I only realised that I feel nothing with Jas because you make me feel everything. It's not fair." She took another step back until her back hit the door as Callie stood up in front of her. "You're not fair." She whispered.

Callie finally got the bottle out of Arizona's hand.

"I'm gonna drive you home now so that you can sleep this off. Then you can think rationally when you're sober."

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Half an hour later and Callie had guided the blonde out of the bar and into her car. She had remembered the way from their walk last week and they were now stood in the elevator.

"So which floor is yours?" Instead of answering Arizona just pushed a button on the panel. She hadn't spoken since they had left.

"Sorry." The peds surgeon leant against the wall as they made their ascent.

"It's okay."

"No, I... you were trying to help." Callie was now stood against the opposite wall.

"You're drunk and upset; trust me I've been there enough times." Before she could continue, the doors opened and they stepped out into the hallway. Arizona walked up to a door.

"This is me."

"Goodnight." Just as Callie turned back towards the elevator she heard the apartment door swing open and a voice yell:

"Where the hell have you been? You can't just walk out mid fight. Anything could have happened to you. I mean..." But the rest was cut off as Callie stepped back in the elevator. She ran her hand through raven hair and rubbed her eyes. She was tired and just needed to go home. At that point her phone rang.

"Hey, what's up?" she answered Jonathon's call.

"Nothing, I was just reminding you of our meeting tomorrow with the interior designer."

"Yeah I know, 9 o' clock."

"Cool. Goodnight."

"See you later." So much for a lie in, she thought to herself.

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Meanwhile, inside the apartment:

"Where are you going? We haven't finished."

"I'm going to bed so that I can sleep this off. Then I can think rationally when I'm sober."

"Good idea!" Jasmine yelled as the bedroom door slammed.

"Calliope's idea." Arizona mumbled into her pillow.

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The next morning Callie was sat in the night club that her and her friend had just purchased. The decor was dated and tacky, hence why they were having a meeting.

"What's the point in being in business with a gay guy if you can't design our club yourself?" She asked Jonathon.

"What?" His voice was gruff and his eyes were hidden behind sunglasses.

"Rough night?"

"I don't want to talk about it. I seem to remember a certain doctor getting in your car though."

"I don't want to talk about it." She parroted his statement.

"Hey, way to go." For that he received a swift punch in the arm. "Sorry, so you didn't get yourself some?"

"No, she is still with her girlfriend- kind of."

"Kind of? Sounds hopeful."

"Listen it's complicated. I told her she deserved better but I didn't mean me. That's how she took it though."

"And what? She doesn't want you? Because she hasn't been acting that way."

"No, that's the problem, I think she does."

"Why is that a problem? You've wanted to get with her from the first time you met."

"I can't just sleep with her though, like I said she deserves better than that."

"Okay, well you're good for more than sex Cal, maybe you should actually try a relationship this time."

"Yeah and when I screw things up she gets hurt more than she already is."

"I give up." Jonathon huffed.

"Good because I'm exhausted."

Just then their designer walked down the stairs and into the club.

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That evening, the Latina was sat in her office at The Acorn going through paper work when there was a knock at the door.

"Come in." She said tiredly. When she looked up though, she got a bit of a surprise. Arizona Robbins was leant against the door looking incredible. Dressed in a simple navy blue dress, which showed off enough chest and leg, and heels she walked towards the desk.

"Hey." She showed her dimples for the first time since they had first met, a month ago.

"What... What are you doing here?"

"I left Jasmine." Callie stood up and slowly walked around the desk. She put her hands on the desk, either side of Arizona's hips, and leant in close. She couldn't resist.

"So why are you here?" The Latina looked her up and down "Here looking like this?"

"Oh come on Calliope." Neither woman was sure who kissed who first but mouths soon melted into one another in a kiss much more passionate and fierce than the one a week before. Again though, Callie pulled back.

"Tell me you didn't leave her to be with me."

"Why not? Isn't that what you wanted?" Callie buried her head in the crook of the blonde's neck.

"You know it is. I've wanted you from that first night and I can't get you out of my head. I'm losing sleep."

"So take me then." Arizona punctuated her statement by taking the Latina's hand and forcing it between her own legs.

"Oh God." Callie gasped when she felt the moisture through lace panties.

"I've been this way for a month because of you."

Callie pulled back completely. "Just because I want to doesn't mean I should. You need someone better than Jasmine but I can't be that person for you either and it's unfair of you to think I can."

She walked out of her own office and club. She walked, unsure of where she was going but she needed to get out. Out of her head.

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Two hours later Arizona was back in her apartment about to get changed when there was a knock at the door. Her heart thumped loudly in her chest when she saw Callie through the peephole. As soon as she opened the door, the Latina was inside and had the blonde up against the wall, kissing her till lips were bruised.

"I thought..." But she lost all coherent thought when Callie's mouth was on her neck. She ran her hands through raven coloured hair but they were pulled away and held above her head.

"This is what you want right?" A part of her hoped Arizona said no but when she was told yes, that was it. She lifted the navy dress over her blonde head in seconds. Suddenly, she felt her legs get lifted off the floor and wrapped around strong hips as Callie held her up. In return, she lifted off her shirt and through it across the apartment.

"Bedroom?" Callie asked in between fierce kisses.

Somehow they found their way to Arizona's bed and she took the opportunity to take of the Latina's pants so they were both in only their underwear. Whilst kissing down her pale chest, Callie took of the bra which was stopping her access to perfect breasts.

Arizona couldn't quite register what was happening, it was all so fast. Strong hands lifted her hips and peeled of her drenched panties before placing both of her legs on Callie's shoulders. She leant forward, over Arizona who gasped at the sudden feeling of being so open and vulnerable. Kisses were placed on the inside of her knees and thighs and she relaxed. Skilled fingers trailed down the backs of her thighs and toyed with her entrance.

The blonde saw something different in Callie's eyes. They were glazed yet still intense. Her vision went blurry though and she was lost in a heady fog when her lover began to thrust two fingers inside her purposefully. Callie's left hand held the blonde's right thigh on her shoulder whilst her mouth continued to caress and suck on the flesh.

Soon, Arizona saw dark spots appear and she was gone. She had never had such an intense orgasm before and she struggled to keep her eyes open. She groaned as Callie removed herself from her core and felt her leg gently placed back on the mattress. The bed shifted as her partner lay down next to her.

Callie lay there for two hours. She couldn't sleep. In fact she just wanted to cry. When she was sure Arizona was out for the count, she rolled out of bed and got dressed. "I'm sorry." She whispered into the dark room.

She went home and stood in her shower until she collapsed into a heap on the floor, sobbing.

"You stupid bitch!" She yelled to herself as the weight of what she'd done.

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Arizona woke up the next morning and knew she was alone. She could feel the cold sheets. It still stung though when she opened her eyes and saw that she was in an empty bed in an empty apartment, naked.

Before she could really process everything her alarm went off and she remembered that she had to go to work.