The previous night's excursion to Lauren's hotel room was hanging thick and weighty on Arizona's mind. She hadn't been that reckless for a long time. It was hot, and she hadn't been wanted like that since, well, Lauren. And it was nothing short of sensational to have her back in her hold. To kiss her, taste her, fulfil her deepest cravings once more. Had she factored Amelia into the equation, she might have stopped it happening - she would have wanted Lauren all to herself - but the astonishing brunette had opened up another dimension to Arizona and she was thrown off kilter. When Lauren kissed Amelia...it was sexy, but it made Arizona want to kiss her. She wanted to be the one to whet Amelia's appetite. And she did in the end. Arizona could have had them in any way she wanted last night, and she made sure that happened. And then she left...
She had gone straight back to her place and taken a long, hot shower. Lathering her sticky skin with soap, she closed her eyes and let her mind recover those four other hands exploring her every inch. She touched herself, orgasming hard and fast. She had satisfied both women, but she left them wanting to have achieved more from her. She liked it that way.
Ah, Lauren. She inhaled deeply as she towelled herself down, happy to have revisited the best fuck of her life. But Amelia's face kept interrupting her thoughts. Had Amelia slept with women before? The way she allowed herself to be submissive - totally and utterly entrusting her body to them - it was phenomenal. She no doubt revisited her sexual awakening with Lauren this morning...Arizona felt herself throbbing at the thought. Sure, her feelings about Lauren were all sexual, flirty, charmingly charmed, but Amelia...it was deeper, a friendship, an investment. What happened last night couldn't happen again. Arizona knew that. But her body still yearned for them both.
She found herself back at work. Smiley, chirpy, old self. The best way to deal with the next day in her experience was to immerse herself in her job. Being busy cleared her mind.
It was Lauren she saw first.
'Dr Robbins, a quick consult if you've time?' Her tone was professional. Arizona was relieved. Calm. She excused herself from talking with Bailey, and smiled to Dr Boswell.
'Of course. What have you got?'
Lauren showed her a chart, and they discussed the patient and the best course of action. Lauren's patient was a young girl, 6 years old, and although Alex was the Peds attending, everyone knew to go to Arizona for her opinion. Alex was brilliant, Arizona was better.
'Thanks for the advice. I had a feeling you'd have a different approach,' Lauren said.
Arizona looked to Bailey, who reluctantly took the hint and left them to it, the judgement in her expression not even mildly masked.
'Alex is great. You can trust him.'
'You're great too. Look, she lowered her voice, I didn't plan for that last night...'
'Me neither, I mean, Yeah it was something else, but it probably shouldn't...'
'...happen again,' they said together.
They smiled at each other the way only lovers can.
'I'm not sure a relationship is something you are looking for with me,' Lauren said selflessly. 'I can be here for you though. You know, like that. I'm happy with that if you think...'
'...we can be fuck buddies?!'
'Or coffee partners, or darts teammates...'
'Darts teammates? Hmm...darts is probably more Amelia's bag.'
Lauren smiled, perfect teeth bordered by luscious lips. 'You're probably right. She's great. I like her. I see that you like her.'
Arizona did.
'I like you too.'
'Dr Boswell, you ready?' asked Avery, joining the fold
'I'm coming,' she assured him, looking at Arizona and smiling once more. 'I'll see you in theatre,' and Avery left.
'I mean it, Arizona. You go and get your darts team assembled. I'm always gonna be here if you need to boost your numbers. Think about it.'
Lauren left, and Arizona laughed to herself about the euphemism. Lauren and her had it. That sexual pull, and they would always have it, but Lauren was right. She needed something more from someone.
She knocked on her door. And there she was. Someone.
'I'm kinda flat-out here,' Amelia said, looking away, as she instantly returned to her scans and notes from opening the door.
Arizona said nothing. She watched Amelia walk straight back to her papers and resume her work. So focused was the impression anyone else would have gotten from her. Silently, Arizona locked the door. Amelia was across the room with her back turned to Arizona. The determined blonde crept stealthily up to where Amelia stood, and without touching her, let just her breath tickle the back of her neck. Amelia, shocked at Arizona's apparent proximity, inhaled sharply, her breath thready.
'Arizona...' She whispered in protestation.
'Ssh,' Arizona whispered back. 'I'm busy...'
She rested her hands on Amelia's hips, gently steadying her while she continued her advance, dusting her lips against the goose-bumped flesh of Amelia's neck. As her kissing intensified, so too did her grip on Amelia's hips. If Amelia wanted to turn around, it would be when Arizona let her. Feeling the weight of Arizona's attention, Amelia leaned forward to rest her palms on the desk. Arizona pressed her groin firmly against Amelia's ass, pulling her hips toward her own as she circled against her. Then, as Arizona trailed her hands upwards, Amelia let out a sigh as she felt her left breast cupped and her head pushed to the right. Arizona's tongue began to tease Amelia's ear, and then that was it...Amelia moaned. So she liked attention to her ear. Noted.
After a couple of failed attempts to face her pursuer, Amelia is allowed to turn around, witnessing the look of raw carnal instinct oozing out of Arizona's black eyes.
Amelia, so bold in her own pursuit last night, is now totally at Arizona's mercy. Her coat is torn off her, and thrown to the side. Arizona sees a scalpel on a nearby cabinet and gifts it to herself, circling it around Amelia's scrub top. Her breasts are rising and falling with her heavy breathing. Arizona moves the scalpel slowly around the outline of Amelia's nipples...they stiffen and press hard agains the fabric. Effortlessly, Arizona moves the instrument higher until she sees Amelia's throat swallow hard. Nervous. Noted. Arizona twists the neckline fabric with the scalpel until it is taut, then jerks her hand, the sound of Amelia's gasp coupled by the ripping of her top. Material penetrated, Arizona throws the scalpel to the floor and seductively rips the scrub top apart down the middle, exposing Amelia's healthy breasts.
'No bra?' Arizona rasps
No reply. Amelia's heart is in her mouth and her anticipation in Arizona's hands. She can't bear the suspense any longer and thrusts an erect nipple into Arizona's mouth. It is received with welcoming tongue and teeth.
'Holy crapping fuck!' Amelia shouts out as Arizona slips a hand down her pants and feels her swollen clit. She knows she's wet and big. She is on the edge already. She throws her head back, giving in to Arizona's onslaught. One finger, two fingers, three. Scrub top ripped open, exposed breasts, pants down, she is hers. 'I'm gonna come,' she gasps. At this, Arizona releases her breast, and lowers herself to catch Amelia's sex in her mouth. Her orgasm is huge, coursing through her veins, her organs, her skin - all manifesting itself in a flood of rapturous frenzy being lapped up by Arizona. She lets out a cry as Arizona sucks the last tremors of ecstasy out of her trembling body.
Arizona stands up. Amelia modestly pulls her clothes over her. They take each other in in a brand new way.
'So what now?' Amelia asks.
Arizona smiles. 'Fancy a game of darts?'