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Chapter 2
The sun shone down on the room with such intense brightness, which was ironic given the previous day. Arizona spent the night at the hospital because Callie didn't want her at the apartment. She made her way to the locker rooms to freshen up.
It was 7:00 AM; time for rounds. By the time it was 8:00, she was nearly finished. The last chart said "Tyler Simmons." Arizona, wanting to be done with rounds, did not realize that this was the case Dr. Boswell worked on. When she walked into the room she saw the tall, beautiful blonde accompanied by Dr. Avery. She glanced at Lauren and found herself staring at her. Arizona was mesmerized with her beauty while Dr. Boswell was giving a status report to the parents of the child. She admired her hazel eyes and how her hair flowed effortlessly. Arizona's roaming eyes looked a little lower and landed on Lauren's lips. Lauren's lips were plump and naturally pink. She again thought about what happened the night before. It was a vision she kept replaying over and over in her mind.
"After we get all the paperwork done, he can go home," Lauren said as she looked at Arizona. Arizona quickly looked away because she did not want Lauren to know she was staring at her.
Something beeped and Dr. Avery looked at his pager.
"9-1-1 in the E.R., you guy got this right?"
"Yeah, go." Arizona quickly said.
Arizona found herself walking out of the room slower than usual. She was waiting for Lauren to catch up and walk with her. Arizona's wishes came true when she looked beside her and saw Lauren walking next to her.
"Are you gonna tell me what happened last night?" Lauren asked.
"Well, Callie found out… and I don't know where our relationship stands right now." They turned the corner and Arizona saw Callie filling out some charts at the nurses station.
"Okay. Are you still in lo-" Lauren uttered before Arizona pulled them into the nearby Janitor's Closet.
"What are you doing!?" Lauren yelled in a whisper as she looked from the door and then shocked to see that she was face to face with Arizona. The closet was awfully small and barely fit both of their bodies in it. Lauren and Arizona were looking at each other face to face without breaking connection. Their bodies were touching, creating heat that made Arizona shudder. Arizona felt Lauren's hot breath on her face. She couldn't contain herself. Arizona was admiring her lips once more and felt so turned on. Lauren drove Arizona crazy. The intense stare was disrupted when Arizona got on her tip-toes and threw her arms around Lauren while attacking Lauren's lips with hers. Lauren's tongue begged for entrance into Arizona's mouth and Arizona gave in. Lauren slipped her tongue into Arizona's mouth and their tongues collided. Lauren's hands moved from Arizona's face slowly down to her waist. When she reached Arizona's ass she pulled her impossibly close making Arizona gasp against her lips. Arizona wanted her so bad. She wanted Lauren to fuck her in that janitor closet right there and then. Then a vibration and beep emitted from both of their pagers. For a few seconds they continued their foreplay then, Arizona broke it off to check her pager. Shortly after, Lauren checked her pager as well.
The pager read, "9-1-1 Tyler Simmons"
"Shit." Arizona yelled. Lauren was about to open the door but Arizona stopped her. "Wait! Is Callie still out there?" Lauren opened the door just enough to see the nurses station.
"No, I don't see her." Lauren opened the door fully and they both ran to Tyler's room.
They both saw Dr. Avery but he was blocking Tyler's crib.
"What the hell happened?" Lauren asked.
As Dr. Avery moved away, they saw the baby crying but, nothing seemed wrong.
"Little Tyler here was being fussy and ripped a few of the stitches off but, I got here in time. Where were you two?" Dr. Avery explained. Arizona couldn't help feeling giddy but at the same time she was ashamed. She was overwhelmed with thoughts.
"Why am I doing this? Why can't I stop? Do I even want to stop?"