Arizona POV

"Owen, have you seen Callie?" I asked him while he was fixing some guy's legs. I have been asking everybody if they have seen her but no one has.

"Not since she quit an hour ago." Owen grunted while trying to snap the tibia on the guys left leg back in place.

"She quit? Did she say where she was going?"

"No. Frankly, I don't care. I need to fix his legs. Try the bar. That's the only thing in walking distance. She didn't take a car."

It was still raining bullets outside after five hours. It was midnight and I really needed to talk to Callie. I walked to the bar. My leg was starting to hurt. I had been standing all day, except for those forty-five minutes. Forty-five minutes that ruined my marriage and most likely my wife.

I walked in the bar dripping wet. I looked around and I saw Callie still wearing her scrubs. Her back and hair were wet but everything else was dry. She was drinking a shot of what looked like tequila and she was talking to the bartender.

"Callie." She sighed then turned around to face me. The bartender stepped back but stayed near where Callie was sitting.

"What do you want?" Her eyes were vibrant and hard. Her voice was cold like ice.

"How many have you had?" She wasn't drunk but Callie knew how to hold her liquor.

"I didn't know my mother was blonde-haired and blue-eyed."

"Let me take you to the hotel across the street. You need some sleep." I expected her to say something harsh. Surprisingly she got up left the money for her drinks and went with me. I got a room with two beds because my legs were hurting so bad I knew couldn't make it back to the hospital not now.

We got upstairs and Callie wouldn't look at me. Not for anything. Since we were both still wet I ordered some pajamas. Room service hadn't brought them up yet. Then they finally did. We changed into the warm clothes and dried our hair. I sat down on my bed when Callie spoke.

"Come here." I had already taken off my prosthetic. I hopped over to her bed and sat down.

"Arizona I'm lost. I don't know what to do. I hate you for what you did but I still love you to pieces." She pulled me closer with her right arm.

"I love you too, Callie." She shushed me with her index finger. I just looked into her deep brown eyes for a second and she stared into mine. I bet a million dollars she was trying to find something. She was searching my soul through my eyes.

After a couple minutes of us just staring at each other, Callie leaned in. Her soft lips touched mine. This was the most gentle she had been with a kiss since our first one in that bathroom at the bar. She pulled back. She ran her finger over my lips. I leaned in this time to break the separation. Her hands moved to my hips. I wrapped my arms around her neck. I had missed this. The gentleness. The care.

Her hands unbuttoned the two bottom buttons of my pajama shirt. She ran her fingers over my stomach and continued to unbutton the shirt. When she had it completely unbuttoned, she pushed the material off my shoulders and scooted me back up the bed towards the pillows. I laid my head down and looked into her eyes. Instead of the hard and cold eyes I met at the bar, the ones looking at me were soft, softer than normal.

She unbuttoned her shirt and threw it somewhere behind her. She kissed me lightly on my lips then began to suck on my neck. Her hands were fumbling with the string on the pants. I placed my warm hands on the small of her back and rolled her over using the strength from my good leg to get on top. I straddled her waist and took off my pants. She took off hers too. I kicked both pairs off the bed. So it was just us in our underwear staring in each others eyes. We had never had this much eye contact before.

I put my lips on hers. I kissed her so lightly it felt like butterflies were fluttering on my lips instead of Callie's. She put her hands on my back and unclasped my bra. I moved my arms so she could take it all the way off. She sat up so I could take hers off. Our lips never disconnected. I unclasped her bra and threw it on the dresser in between the two beds. I took off my panties and hers. We were both in nothing but skin. She snaked her hands from my back onto my outer thighs.

Her fingers were cold but her palms were clammy. My temperature was rising. The thunder was rolling and the rain was pounding on the windows. I threw my head back the moment her hand reached my center. It felt so good. It didn't feel this good with Lauren. Lauren worked fast and didn't take her time. Callie was extremely good at drawing out pleasure until she was ready to release me.

Her first two fingers slid in between my delicate folds. I moaned louder than I expected to. She kissed my breasts while her two fingers pushed inside of me. I was more than ready. I had been sitting in a puddle for the last two minutes. My head went back even further in ecstasy. I began grinding on Callie's fingers trying to push them impossibly deeper into me. I guess she got the message and put in another finger. I bit my lip to keep from screaming my wife's name. I started rocking back and forth on her hand and she sat up. Now our breasts were bouncing against each others.

One of my hands found her shoulders and dug into it. She winced in pain but never stopped pumping in and out with those magical fingers. I started panting faster and faster as I felt my climax coming closer and closer. Just another push. Callie curled her finger tips inside of me and every thrust hit home. My body shuddered as my orgasm took over. I let go and screamed her name. She helped me ride it out my gently thrusting with just two fingers.

I collapsed onto her while my breathing started to slow down and get back to normal. I kissed her neck and slid down so my head was on her chest. I could hear her heartbeat. It was quiet and fast. She sweating and so was I. I rolled onto my side and fell asleep on her with my arm wrapped around her stomach. I wish this moment would last forever but I know when I wake up we will have a serious discussion waiting.