A/N: Not even gonna sugar coat it, this final chapter is just straight make-up sex. Yay for resolution! We hope that you have enjoyed this story and want to thank you for taking this journey with us. It's been a pleasure.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

When she stands there frozen, I reach my hand to my lips and insert two digits, sucking them into the depths of my mouth loudly and swirl my tongue over them, my eyes rolling into the back of my head and closing, finally tasting her, humming softly as she overtook my senses.

At the sight, she propels herself onto the bed, grabbing my arms and pushing me flat on my back. God I'd missed this. The passion, the dire need, the imminent control.

I watched her intently as she slowly lifted her left leg over my body and settled down atop me. Her blonde curls hanging loosely at her shoulders, her eyes closed, and her front teeth clenched tightly over the front of her bottom lip, the soft glow from the streetlight beyond our tiny world illuminating her soft skin. Honestly, in this moment, with a light sheen of sweat glistening over her body, her hands rushing to kneed her breasts as she straddles my hips, grinding against me roughly, she has never looked more beautiful. It's as if her confessions had released her, released her heart, and in doing so, gave her a subtle glow.

I wrap my hands around her waist and watch her, locking her gaze with mine as she lowers her body until our nipples meet and her hair drapes around us, creating a secret chamber of warm breaths and desire. She moves atop me, fluidly, her hips grinding down against me as she traces my bottom lip with her tongue.

"Move slow with me Callie," she whispers softly. "Slow," as I reach my hand to press firmly down on her lower back. "Not for long, just - I just want to feel us." I slowly dip my head to kiss her neck, our slick bodies moving in unison as I trace small languid circles over her warm flesh.

"Arizona, I want you. Not slowly. I want you to feel how much I love you. Right now."

"Please, baby," she kisses me passionately, whimpering as I push my hips up into her, our swollen clits meeting and dragging against one another, making us both groan in unison. "I need to feel you, I've be - been holding back for so long, please, I just want to feel us. I want to make it last. - to make it last a lifetime."

I feel the tears begin to well in my eyes. She truly is all in this now. And she wants forever. I crash my lips into her with such dire need to taste her, to hold her lips on mine, to lose myself in her and never let go.

I suck her tongue into my mouth as I drag my nails along her sides and up to tease her breasts. Quickly releasing her mouth, slow, torturously slow, I feel her move her body lower against mine, letting her wet center slide over my thigh, starting a delicious rhythm.

She leans into me, thrusting softly against me as she kisses my shoulder, my favorite thing in the whole world. God I love when she does that. She kisses it again when she hears my breath hitch, trailing down to kiss my chest, my breasts, before letting her warm tongue dance over my nipple, sending jolts of pleasure cursing through my body. She's barely touching me, but her steady grinding is making my toes curl with want.

"Ari – I can't – I need…more."

She smirks into my breast, swirling her tongue firmly along my skin once again, sucking it roughly into her mouth and I instantly gasp as I feel her take it between her teeth. I moan at the pleasure of being inside her mouth and the fact that she isn't even touching me, is leading me on the verge of pouting, or screaming, or –

I smirk lightly as I bring my left hand down to caress my sex, as I attach my mouth to her neck, biting and sucking on the already swollen skin. She pulls back and follows the path my hand is traveling, her eyes growing wide and her mouth dropping wide.

I've long since passed the point of "need", and as I reach between us and run my fingers up the length of her at the same time, I can feel she has too. In fact, it's gone straight to desperation as she grinds forcefully onto my fingers as they make contact with her. I can see it in her eyes as I rub through her. She closes them instantly at the sensation and reaches her own hand down to try and ease the frenzy I'm sure is mirrored in my own eyes.

When I pull my hand from her, she growls and replaces it with her own. My mouth drops open in shock, clearly she had caught onto my game and decided to play along. I let her stroke herself for a few moments, soaking in the pleasure she's feeling as she caresses her clit with her nimble fingers.

Without warning I flip her over onto her back before she can continue any longer. She looks up at me with fierce, lust filled eyes. She tries to speak but I instantly silence her with a kiss so intense it stops my heart for half a second, as I roughly force her legs apart with my own.

I clutch her breasts in my hands, not caressing, not teasing, not lavishing them with love – my movements are frenzied. I want her, and I'm going to take her. Her body belongs to me. Her heart, her everything is mine, with her confessions she showed me, and I wanted to leave no doubt in her mind that I wanted what she had given to me more than anything else.

I circle her nipple and bite down with a hunger that even surprises me, feeling the jolt of pleasure as the shiver travels straight through her body to her sex, leaving goose bumps in its wake. My body lies between her splayed legs, and she begins to grind against me, needing the extra pressure, needing the release. I know her body well enough to read its reactions like a dirty romance novel and I moan into her chest as I feel her wet heat rubbing a delicious slick trail against my skin.

"Baby, please –"

I pull my head back sharply from her body, my eyes glazed over with lust. She's begging. Oh God, she's begging. So. Fucking. Sexy. But with her begging, I can't help but smirk. She opened herself up to this. "Please, what?"

"Taste me…now…God, Callie. I – I need your mouth on me…"

"Jesus, Arizona. What happened to slow?"

"Mouth. Tongue. Inside. Now." She manages between gasps for air.

At her demand I can't withhold any longer. I crawl my way down her body, leaving a slick trail over every inch of her skin with my tongue, tasting every inch of her salty sweat. Tracing every muscle and sucking on every freckle, not just ravishing her, but memorizing her, this moment, claiming her as my own.

I settle between her thighs and thrust my tongue into her, licking her lips, her clit, and circling her entrance with the firm tip of my tongue. She's so wet, her arousal dripping onto my chin as I continue my assault on her clit. She moans loudly and pushes against my face as I enter her and begin to fuck her, slowly. Her legs drop open onto the bed and her feet instantly dig into my sides, urging me not to move. I watch her as she writhes beneath me, so unabashed, so unhinged, so … free. And so fucking, beautiful.

She throws her arm over her mouth as her moans begin to increase, biting down on it roughly. With her other hand she frantically searches for a pillow, likely to scream into. But this isn't about holding back or hiding, not anymore.

"Arizona, look at me," she freezes, dropping her arm and sitting up at her elbows. "I want you to watch me eat you, suck you, fuck you." Her eyes go wide with shock at my blunt request. "And I want to hear every sound. No holding back. Let yourself go. You're safe with me."

I pause to adore her with my eyes. Her beautiful body opened up to me in the rawest, most pure form of love and trust. A small smile crosses her face as she nods and cocks an eyebrow, thrusting her hips into the air as her sex slams against my mouth and nose. I narrow my eyes at her and shake my head from side to side. "Patience is a virtue, you know."

"No – not in my bed it isn't. Not right now. Callie…" she warns and begs at the same time. I watch her squirm with my lack of touch, desperate for some form of friction, for a few more moments, intent on making her feel the desire ten-fold. Her eyes shoot up to look at me as her hands greedily make their way into my hair, her fingers tangling in my long curls as her nails claw into my scalp, shoving my mouth onto her.

I return my tongue's attention to her sex, licking slowly between her swollen lips, tasting every drop of her I can. She moans so loudly I can feel it reverberate through her body, as she grinds down against my face, I suck her clit hard into my mouth, allowing my tongue to dance over its throbbing warmth.

"Oh God, Calliope Har – harder."

Her hips buck wildly into the air as I quickly, and without any indication, thrust two fingers deep inside of her, scissoring them, stretching out her clenching muscles around me.

"Calliope!"

I can't take it any more; I climb up her body until my face is inches above her, stretching my tanned body against her as I push my fingers deep into her, over and over again. She pulls me down on top of her, claiming my mouth and tasting her desire on my lips. She groans as she licks every spare drop from my chin and mouth.

I take the opportunity to plant my toes firmly against the bed and thrust impossibly deeper into her, using my own hips against the back of my hand, dragging the tips of my nails inside of her to add a delicious friction along her walls. Her fists clutch the sheets so hard, I can feel them begin to shake behind the firm force.

I let the curve of my fingertips stroke her as I fuck her, her fingers released their grip and dig deeply into the middle of my back as she thrust her tongue into my mouth and kisses me with every ounce of passion she has in her body. I suck on her tongue gratefully, pressing down on it with the fronts of my teeth as I curl my fingers to push her over the edge, when suddenly she grabs my wrist and pulls my hand tightly as she groans at the friction.

"Baby- no –please, I can't, don't…make me cum, not yet – please."

She doesn't want this to end, and neither do I. I wanted the torture, the pleasure to go on forever, this moment, with her shallow quick breath and her slippery skin writhing under me, me fucking her, making love to her, I never want it to end.

She tries to push me away, but something inside of me snaps at her attempt to take control over the situation again. No. This is about her, promising her to never walk away. Showing her every ounce of love I have for her through my touches, to prove to her that nothing has changed between us with her admissions, which only sought to bring us even closer than we were before. This, this made us one. This, her utter trust in me, created a bond that can never be broken.

I kiss her once more with ferocity and hunger, her perfect lips on mine, making love to me. My thrusts only become harder, my fingers spreading and going deeper at every ministration. " Callie, no! I don't – I can't cum yet!" but as I tear away from her mouth and suck at her pulse, nipping and swirling my tongue there, she throws her legs around my body, giving up the fight, taking all of me that she can as she matches my thrusts with her hips.

I feel her bite down hard on my shoulder, her heels pressing into my back, signaling that she's teetering on that ledge of ecstasy, and just as she is about to meet my thrust, I immediately pull away, leaving her hot aching need unsatisfied. She groans at the loss and gives me an incredulous look.

Arizona -

I watch her as she rolls onto her back, bringing me along with her, pulling me hard on top of her and crushing my mouth with a needy kiss. I spread her legs with my knee and shift to press my throbbing clit against hers, moving my hips to grind the two together as our tongues make love, mirroring our bodies. I place my hands on either side of her face and push myself up, still rubbing against her, and slowly lower my breast to her, hungry, waiting, needing; I lightly rub my nipple across her lips before she sucks it into her mouth and between her teeth once more.

Grinding my sex against hers, feeling her teeth and her tongue on my sensitive flesh, the only clear thought that makes it through the haze of pleasure is that I can not wait another second and to taste her wetness, to devour her sex with my mouth and have her invade every one of my senses.

I pull away, just as suddenly as she did, and nip and lick my way down her body, watching her skin twitch and goose bumps appear as the cool night air meets the slick line on her skin from my tongue. I pause at her hips, sucking where skin meets bone and bite down, causing her to groan as her right hand shoots down her body to yank my hair. I smirk against her skin, pressing my tongue flat, leaving a long, wide trail across the line of her lower waist, enjoying the subtle taste of peaches that soaked into her skin. I hum against her and she thrusts her hips, begging for more contact. I run my fingers down and back up her thighs, and bring my mouth to just inside of each, placing my mouth on them and sucking gently, causing her legs to fall open, bearing her in her entirety to me. I don't think I could ever get over just how utterly beautiful she is. With her fingers digging into my scalp, I slowly dip into the warmth of her pussy, relishing in the warmth, her smell, and how fucking wet she is. Her clit feels like heaven against the tip of my tongue, and I instantly feel dizzy.

God I had missed this.

Lazily at first, enjoying the slow moving movement, I trail my tongue up and down the length of her flesh, kissing and tasting and sucking at her lips, her need, her want. But "lazily" isn't enough, and "slowly" is so incredibly overrated and is driving me crazy,

My body begins to shudder with the need to take her, to fuck her, to dive inside of her and make her cry out for me. I bring my fingers up beside my lips and tongue, and begin stroking the flesh of her lips while I lick her. Slowly I bring them to her clit, rubbing, teasing, encircling, before slipping down to her entrance and quickly, roughly thrusting deep inside of her. Smooth warmth engulfs my fingers, and I nearly come form the feeling of finally being inside of her, being one with her.

I moan as she spits out a string of swear words, and rest my head against her toned thigh, watching as my fingers vanish and reappear at an even faster rate, taking her roughly, loving her slowly, making her mine completely.

Unable to watch any longer, I kiss my way back to her sex and let my tongue swirl around her throbbing clit as I fuck her harder than I had originally intended, frenzy and need and lust throwing any concept other than "hard" out the window.

Sucking her into my mouth, nibbling and lapping her need, I fuck her and love her and find a renewed addiction to the sound of my name on her lips. She reaches down and slips her fingers into my hair, at the base of my neck, and pushes me harder against her as her hips rise to meet my thrusts and my tongue. Her body shakes and trembles as I devoured her, claimed her, until she began pulling me up her body by the scruff of my neck and rolling me over.

"This could go on forever, Calliope," I gasped with a tiny laugh as she bit the flesh of my neck and shoulder. She smiles against my skin, nodding softly. I love it when she does that.

"Exactly. Why? Complaining, Dr. Robbins?"

"Are you crazy?" She kisses my neck, my ear, my cheek, my lips, lulling me into a sense of sweet bliss that leaves me completely falling head over heels in love with her all over again; and also, completely unprepared for the shock of her hungry thrust into my sex. I yell out and shake from the force and the depth.

"Tell me Ari, tell me you love me."

"Oh God, Calliope."

"Arizona…"

"I – I love you. I love you more than an – anything. I'm so – oh God, don't stop – in – in love with you." I say. Partially out of desperation for release, mostly because it was the truth. I do love her, in every way a person can love another. She is beautiful, and kind, and honorable. She loves harder than anyone I've ever met, and the intensity with which she loves me never once felt like anything short of a miracle. She is, without a doubt, a forever kind of love. A love so strong, so fulfilling, the only way to know it is as such is to lose it – or almost lose it. Something I know I will never again let happen.

As I reach between our bodies and enter her, how unbelievably wet she is allows me to slide in and it makes me gasp at how ready she is for me. I kiss her, slow, deep, tracing my tongue along her lips, memorizing her, cementing it into my mind forever knowing I never again want to be without it. When I feel her walls clench around my fingers and her mouth drop open, I look her square in the eyes, forehead to forehead, whispering I love you against her lips as we cum together. And in that moment, time stops, the only thing that remains is our heartbeats, erratic, but completely in sync, beating loudly around us.

As we come down from our highs, I lazily and softly kiss her neck, her jaw, her cheek, her nose, any piece of skin I can reach. She nuzzles me with her nose and I can't help but giggle softly as I turn to look her in the eyes, a goofy grin plastered across both our faces.

"I love you, Calliope."

She closes her eyes and smiles widely, inhaling deeply as if taking my words into her soul. I wrap my arms around her and pull her close to me, resting my chin on her shoulder, watching her, just enjoying the closeness. Just enjoying having her in my arms once more after such a long week apart. She sighs deeply, kissing my cheek and reaches down to tug the sheet over us. I snuggle down into her side, completely content as I drift off to sleep.

And for the first time in over four years, I dream about how beautiful my future is going to be with this amazing woman next to me. How bright and hopeful things will be because she'll be by my side. No longer do I have to hold onto the guilt of my nephew's death, or of the pain in breaking a promise to my brother on my own. I no longer have to hold it all inside, hiding it from the rest of the world pretending I'm not broken. I can confide my fears, open my deepest scars and know that she'll be there to catch me, hold me, fix me. This – her - our love, it's the one thing that can heal my broken heart, my broken past. She has taught me that sometimes love is enough. That sometimes, keeping a secret isn't always as important as another knowing that you're heart is completely open for them. My dark secrets became her truth, and instead of running, she pulled me into her even closer, protected my heart in hers and made it stronger. Loved me harder. And for whatever reason, somewhere in my last miserable few years, I must have something good.