Why am I nervous? I've done this before, a couple of times, sure the first time was terrible but the second was great and I've had plenty of sex with guys, not that I'm some kind of whore but a healthy amount...oh god why are my hands so sweaty this is going to totally gross her out...

"Is everything alright Calliope?"

I'm too busy with my internal monologue to realize she's giving me her patent Arizona stare, I love it and hate it all at the same time – like she can tell everything I'm thinking, which right now is not a good thing. I really need to get a hold of myself.

"Yes!" Oh jeez...

"I mean I'm great just tired, stressful day you know, dead kids, adulterous ex-husbands dying mistress getting married"

I REALLY need to stop with this rambling.

"I can go if you'd like to get some sleep" She looks really disappointed., why is she looking disappointed...wait, go home?

"No! No sleep"

Okay, so I've stopped the babbling but this isn't any better.

"I'm sorry, I want you to stay, I'm just a little nervous I guess, I mean I'm a newborn right?"

Could I be anymore pathetic? Pull yourself together Torres! I'm meant to be a badass ortho rockstar, a sexual superstar, I will rock her world...maybe. Maybe I'm jumping to conclusions and she doesn't want to have sex with me, although I'm pretty sure she does, just five minutes ago she was practically salivating like a St. Bernard while staring not so subtly at my chest.

She's looking at me like she's trying to decide something, her lips look all pouty and delicious, all of her looks delicious actually. It's the first time I've seen her straighten her hair and I love the way falls onto her shoulders. Is that weird? I've always been a sucker for a guy with nice shoulders and it seems like that kink was transferred to women. I allow my graze to travel down her body, and I feel the familiar stirrings of arousal sneaking though my anxiety.

I should start paying more attention to her because while I've been checking her out, she's put her wine glass down and moved so she's standing right in front of me and reaching for my hands, that I've unconsciously being ringing ever since we got back to my apartment. I can only pray she doesn't notice my sweaty palms...

"It's okay to be nervous Calliope, I'm nervous too"

What's she got to be nervous about? She's like a super lesbian, I bet she's been with loads of woman- hopefully not exceeding the healthy amount. Why am I thinking about this? Its certainly not helping the situation. Anyway I bet she never had to go to her Mark Sloan for lady sex advice.

I can taste her strawberry lip gloss mixing with my black cherry and her tongue swipes across my lips quickly before retreating. She drops my hand from hers and uses her now free hand to stroke my cheek, this of course leaves me with free hands which seem to have a confidence my brain doesn't possess as they trail down her back, before grabbing her ass and pulling her into me. I'm so pleased she left her heels on, since I no longer have a height advantage her breasts press against my own. This does nothing to slow my racing heart, if anything my body feels like its throbbing, I can feel my pulse from my fingers to the tips of my toes. Her hand has made its way from my face and is now caressing my side and lightly cupping my breast.

I've got my eyes closed so I'm a little disorientated from the total loss of contact as she suddenly she pulls away from me. Unfortunately that means I can do little to help as her heel slips on the edge of the rug and she's falling backwards. In an attempt to stop her fall I reach out to grab her, only to be caught in her backward momentum and very ungracefully fall on top of her. I open my eyes, only to be greeted with her delicious cleavage, made all the more pleasing by her heaving chest and gentle flush that has covered the ivory skin. Begrudgingly I lift my head from her chest and study her face.

"I heard someone out in the hallway, I thought it might have been Christina coming home"

I think I understand half of what she just said, she said it so fast. At least now we seem to be on equal footing, I'm less nervous and she's had some of her confidence literally knocked out of her.

"Oh...you okay, I didn't hurt you did I?"

As I attempt to roll off her as gracefully as I can and on to the floor beside her we briefly make eye contract and before I can help myself I burst out laughing, I've got to admit its kind of awkward and inappropriate but I can't seem to help myself, but what's sex without laughter right? As I look back across at Arizona it seems like she's loosing a battle with giggles as well.

"You didn't hurt me Calliope, I'm just a little disappointed that I couldn't turn klutzy into sexy"

She flashes me one of her trademark dimpled smiles and throws in a wink for good measure. The simple gesture makes my heart swell and I feel warmth radiate throughout me. I can't help but to grin back at her like an idiot.

"You know, you've got nothing to worry about. Besides I'm a great teacher and a firm believer in practice makes perfect"

So for the first time tonight I ignore my self-doubt and crazy insecurity and pull her down to me, because she's right, practice does make perfect and I am a perfectionist.