Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Grey's Anatomy. I just manipulate them to my will. Also, any line or phrase or setting that seems remotely familiar from any other show, movie or book, also not mine. I borrow…

AN: So… guess what? Yep, more sexy times. Enjoy ;-)

Riding the Rails – Part 2

Arizona leads Callie back to her place, the blonde's body still tingling from the release the Latina gave her in the middle of their empty subway car. Their fingers remain intertwined during their journey, and their pace much slower than one would expect of a couple seeking a quick fix. For some reason, both know that whatever is about to happen will happen, so there is no need to rush to it. Their walk is leisurely, Callie taking in the sights of the new city as they go.

But finally Arizona turns them up the stoop of one of many brownstones along a quiet street. One can almost sense the history behind those ancient walls, hear the marching of centuries old footsteps pounding the pavement. A dog from somewhere further down the block barks after some figment of his imagination, and there is a man with a lit cigarette held between his lips walking the other way on the opposite sidewalk. Other than that, the two are all alone on the streetlamp lit corridor.

The Latina waits patiently as Arizona digs out her keys, slipping the piece into the lock and turning the rusty mechanism until the heavy door gives. Up two flights of stairs, and walking the short length of the hallway, the couple find themselves outside of the blonde's apartment. Blue eyes are focused at her hands, trying to find the corresponding key, when a tanned finger hooks under her chin and pulls her gaze up. Soft, warm lips mold to hers, and Arizona feels Callie wrap her strong arms around the shorter woman.

"You know what I'm thinking?" Callie hums, her lips never leaving the blonde's.

"Hmm?" Arizona sighs.

"I think you should get that door unlocked." The Latina says, grinning when she feels the other woman smiling into their kiss.

Somehow Arizona manages to get the correct key into the lock, and soon the apartment door closes behind them, the blonde locking the rest of the world out with a simple flick of her wrist. Dark eyes survey the dimly lit home, the warmth and smell of the place being more than welcoming. Almost like coming home.

As Arizona drops her keys and bag into their place next to the door, Callie meanders around the room, her gaze skimming the multiple picture frames along the fireplace mantle and set up on end tables. She recognizes many of the places pictured, such as Arizona with a young man who looks much like her, standing in front of the Eiffel Tower. The Great Wall of China, and many other places far away from where they are right now. Finally, chocolate eyes land on a photo of a group of four, one being Arizona, another being, what could be, an older version of the blonde, along with two men in uniform. The elder is in his dress blues, shiny medals sparkling in the camera flash, while the younger man is in his own, simpler version of dress blues. No medals, very little flashiness except for his wide, dimpled smile.

"That's my brother." Arizona supplies when she notices Callie lingering at her favorite picture. "The day he graduated from boot camp."

Callie just smiles, and her eyes catch the small stitching on the man's chest. "Robbins…" She muses, then turns to face Arizona. "Arizona Robbins?" The blonde nods, a warm smile still present on her face, and Callie shuffles towards her. "You are beautiful, Arizona Robbins." She murmurs, her lips seeking Arizona's again. They've only known the taste of this woman for a half hour, but already Callie knows there is no other woman out there that could ever taste as sweet as Arizona.

But this time it's Arizona who dials up the intensity, her tongue peeking out and swiping along the length of a plump lower lip. A grunt of excitement spills from the Latina's mouth, but is quickly swallowed by the blonde as she pushes into the woman. Hands tangle in long, black locks and Arizona starts to pull Callie towards the one bedroom her apartment has. But the stronger woman decides to take control and hoists the blonde up, long legs instinctively wrapping around the Latina's waist.

"Which way?" Callie groans as teeth nip and tug at her lips, pushing Arizona back against the nearest wall and grinding their hips together. Words don't seem to form on the blonde's tongue, it being busy doing something much more pleasurable, so instead Arizona tugs at the left shoulder of the Latina's shirt.

The two bounce up and down the hallway, pictures becoming crooked on their posts, and other decorations tumbling to the floor. Callie finally reaches the open door, finding her target, and she stumbles her way towards the bed. Placing a knee on the edge of the mattress, Callie tips forward and a squeal falls from pink lips as Arizona unexpectedly falls backwards. They land together, their embrace never faltering, and continue with their kiss right where they left off.

Hands claw at their bodies, desperately needing to rid one another of their clothes. Arizona is the first to pull a shirt off of them, revealing deep purple bra restraining caramel breasts and a vast expanse of warm flesh comprising of Callie's torso. The blonde palms Callie's chest, eliciting a sharp thrust of her hips out of surprise, sending the Latina's need and desire to another level.

Tanned hands work at ridding Arizona of her skirt, slipping it off long, smooth legs as dark eyes skim their length. Her jaw drops when the sight she's only been able to touch, and not see, comes into view. Even thought the blonde's scent is still on her fingers, having Arizona's sex open and waiting for her makes Callie simmer with heat. But her gaze of the damp panties is ended when frantic hands cup her face and pull plump lips back in for a hard kiss.

"What's- what's your name?" Arizona gasps between their joined lips.

"Torres." Callie groans, pushing up on her elbows to put some space between them. "Calliope- Callie. Callie Torres." The Latina's mind is so clouded that she let slip her real name and she tries to cover it. Arizona heard it, and it becomes her new favorite word.

"Calliope…" The student whispers, blue eyes staring up into nearly black eyes above her. The atmosphere shifts, and when Arizona pulls the Latina back down by the base of her neck, their kiss is slower. Less frenzied, but more passionate. The blonde's hands run down Callie's back, and skilled fingers quickly work at the clasp she finds there, freeing the Latina's breasts from their restraint.

A moan rumbles from deep within Callie's chest when she feels herself being cupped and teased by Arizona, thumbs playing over hard nipples and pinched between fair fingers. The fire raging through her body is enough to consume an entire forest, and Callie is positive that if she doesn't get some relief soon she will surely combust.

With a soft hand on a tanned shoulder, Arizona pushes the Latina sideways, rolling them so that the blonde is now on top. Her lips leave those of Callie's and start to trek south. She takes one pert nipple within her mouth, her tongue flicking it while her teeth nip, and then repeats the process with the other. All the while, fair hands are working furiously to rid the woman of her pants. The rip of her zipper being pulled down causes Callie's hips to buck, grinding into the woman above her and sending a flash of white hot pleasure coursing through her veins.

And when Arizona snakes a hand beneath her undone pants, under her panties, through her curls, and cups her sex, Callie is sure this is how she's going to die. Pink lips continue their work on brown nipples while Arizona flicks and caresses the Latina's bundle of nerves. A pool of liquid sex collects in her hands and the sound of Callie's whimperings become her favorite sounds and sensations.

Without warning, two digits slide home and Callie's cries become silent, all breath leaving her body. A thumb works at her nub while Arizona pumps into the woman's depths, all the while never ceasing her work on Callie's chest.

Hands seek purchase in anything that will hold her down. Blonde hair, the bed sheets around them, the headboard right about her, Callie doesn't care. She needs something to hold her in place because she is sure that Arizona is about to send her into another world. Tightness pulls at her center and the Latina knows it's coming, her gasps for air becoming more and more ragged. But then fingers leave her core and brown eyes open to find blue staring up at her from her chest.

Callie watches as Arizona brings her dripping fingers to her lips, taking them in one and a time and sucking the Latina's juices from her digits. Blue eyes roll back in her head and the blonde groans, "Oh god…" Her taste buds ignite and Arizona knows that she is done for. Everything about this woman below her makes Arizona quiver, and her taste is no different.

When she sees the blonde start to move, Callie weakly asks "Wh-where are you going?"

"I need more…" Arizona replies, shimmying down the length of the Latina and yanking her pants free. The blonde allows a half second to appreciate the sight of the now ruined pants shielding Callie's entrance, but the need for more of the woman's sweet nectar quickly overruns Arizona. Once the underwear join the pile of clothes littering the floor, the blonde settles on her stomach and wraps her arms around parted legs, pulling Callie's center closer to her. The musky scent hits her full force and makes Arizona dizzy. Never before has her own body responded so strongly to that of another woman's. But she doesn't think that odd because Calliope Torres has to be some kind of goddess.

The first swipe of a tongue against her slit sends a shock wave through Callie, nearly sending her through the roof. Arizona takes some lazy, probing licks at first, acquainting herself with the Latina's body. But then her need overtakes her, and the blonde become ferocious. Lips and teeth and a tongue assault Callie as if Arizona has never had a single meal in her life. The flood of pleasure flowing from her center seems unreal, like any second now the Latina will open her eyes and all of this will have been some crazy dream. That she will wake up in a puddle of her own arousal, and any woman Callie will ever been with from then on would be a complete let down.

But brown eyes open and glance down her body, finding Arizona's face buried between her legs. It isn't a dream. This is real. And Arizona can't get enough of her.

That pulling of her center quickly reappears and Callie knows it won't take long. She was so close even before Arizona touched her, and now to have her tongue buried between her folds… it's all too much.

Arizona can hear the change in the woman's breathing, and feel the tension swelling in the strong thighs around her head. She knows the Latina's release is close and Arizona wants to drink it all in. So with one last suck of her bundle of nerves, the blonde glides her tongue into the depths of the Latina. The dams break and Callie's body sends her over the edge. Her legs snap around Arizona's head to keep her in place and hips buck as she rides out her orgasm. The woman's sex runs down the blonde's throat, coating her insides with the sweetest drink imaginable.

After what seems like an hour, her body relaxes and her legs release their hold on Arizona. Callie is totally spent, every ounce of energy being drained from her and drank up by the blonde.

"Wow…" She breathes out, a dimpled smile appearing above her. "You… you're… wow…"

"I'll take that as a compliment." Arizona plays, laying a soft kiss against parted lips then rolling to the side and lying back on the mattress. The blonde's left hand finds the Latina's right between their two bodies, and their fingers play with one another's as the two recover from their intense encounter. Neither comment on the fact that it's all just so… natural. Almost like they were made to do this. To be here, with each other.

Instead, Arizona tips her head to the side and smiles at the satisfied profile she see's next to her, and asks, "So, Calliope… How about that cup of coffee?"