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…

Prompt: Arizona wearing a strap on and fucking Callie in a car...on the drive back Callie decides to clean her up and gives her road head. Think you can make that come to life? Pretty please give me a yes or no, don't leave me in suspense :)

AN: So I wrote this in hopes of getting the literary juices flowing again. I don't know if it worked, you be the judge. I've just been feeling pretty drained lately, so please bare with me during these extended periods between updates. Thanks. Enjoy!

Back Seat, Windows Up

"Oh fuck." Callie breathes, frantic hands tugging feverishly on the clasp keeping her pants secured around her waist. "Arizona-"

"I'm trying." The blonde groans, her wife's fingers only managing to disrupt her own as they attempt to free the heated ortho surgeon. "Move your-" Finally the silver button pops free and a zipper is ripped down, allowing Callie's pants to be tugged down around her ankles.

Tanned legs spread as wide as the narrow back seat of their Audi allows, and Arizona gasps when her hand cups a very hot sex. Callie reaches for her wife's length, guiding the strapped on toy to her glistening center, and Arizona braces herself against the door as they both watch her disappear within the Latina's core.

They were on their way back home. A weeklong conference would normally be a vacation for the married couple but this one was just a bore and all they wanted to do was go home and kiss their cute little baby. But then a tire blew, forcing them to the side of the road. Their already shortened fuses where cut even shorter because of this delay. But then, when Arizona went to look for the special Audi tire iron adapter, it was nowhere to be found. That was the last straw.

And somewhere between the raised voices, calling AAA, and foreign curse words, Arizona remembered just how unbelievably gorgeous Callie is when she's mad. Scary, yes. But so so gorgeous. The fire in her eyes, the way her jaw sets, how her hands seem to slice through the air as she punctuates her broken Spanish. There something so… primal about seeing that kind of passion and emotion, and it settled right in the pit of Arizona's stomach.

The next thing she knew was that her lips were on her wife's and she was pushing Callie into the back of their car, which is still on the side of a populated highway, and her hand was reaching into her bag for the toy she was hoping to have used at some point during the trip. The fact that the tow truck is due any minute, and there are about a hundred people passing them by them at this second doesn't seem to faze the couple. If anything, it adds to the electricity flowing between them.

"Fuck, yes." Callie whimpers, one hand between her legs and stroking her clit in time with Arizona's thrusts while the other cups her breast. "Damn it, Arizona, don't stop."

The cabin quickly becomes thick with their scent and tiny droplets of sweat beads along Arizona's brow. Her abs are screaming from the effort of keeping herself up and her motion steady but the image of Callie beneath her is enough to keep her going for hours.

"You feel how deep I am?" She grunts, burying herself to the hilt time after time after time.

"Mmhmm." Callie whimpers, her bottom lip tucked painfully between her teeth and her eyes closed as she focuses on her impending release. Her fingers move expertly over her hard nub and it's only a minute later that she can feel the warm pulling at her toes. "Oh god, Arizona, I'm- I'm close. Harder. Harder, fuck. Please, baby, make me come."

Hips drive into her even harder and Callie gets thrown into her release head first. A strangled cry fills the car and Arizona stills her movements, still able to feel her wife's walls clench at her length despite it only being a toy. Wave after wave crashes over the Latina, and it's nearly a minute later that brown eyes are able to focus again.

A small, crooked smile is the first thing she sees when Callie opens her eyes, and warm lips lean down to gently press against her own. But their moment of peace is interrupted by a sharp honking of a truck's horn, and with a peek over the back seat bench, they find that their aid has come much sooner than expected.

Arizona doesn't have time to remove the toy from her harness so instead forces it into her pants before crawling out of the back, a hastily dressed and very tousled looking Callie climbing out right behind her. Thankfully the man doesn't comment on either of the women's appearance, nor does he say that he actually got there a few minutes earlier and saw just how much their car was rocking. While he works, both Arizona and Callie can't seem to keep a straight face. The blonde has her wife's hand clasped tightly in front of her in hopes of hiding the very evident, and less than natural, bulge in her pants.

Not even five minutes later their flat is changed out for the full sized spare in the back, and the man smiling at the women as he packs up. Again he doesn't comment on what he's witnessed, which he gets rewarded for with a hundred dollar bill Callie slips to him in thanks.

Only when she is back behind the wheel does Arizona feel the blood starting to drain from her red cheeks. "Well," she says, clearing her voice. "That was-"

"New." Callie finishes, chuckling despite her wife's obvious discomfort. And because the tow guy is waiting for them to pull back out into traffic safely, she doesn't have time to remove the toy still strapped to her, resulting in Arizona driving with a very awkward situation happening in her pants.

A few miles down the road a squirmy Arizona says, "I'm going to have to pull over. I am not driving another five hours with this thing point out of me."

Full lips turn up into a smirk and Callie unstraps herself from the seat. "Let me help," she purrs, then leans over into the blonde's lap and undoes the zipper of her jeans. The toy springs from its confines and Arizona leans back to give her wife some room to remove it from her harness, but gasps when, instead of removing it, Callie lowers her mouth onto her.

Blue eyes dart back up to the road when the rumble strips alert her she's veering off course. "Calliope!" She barks. "What are you-" But the rest of her sentence never makes it to her lips because a long, skilled finger has managed to slip beneath her harness.

"Calliope-" Arizona moans again, this time her voice deeper and more sexual. "What are you- Shit. What are you doing?" The few glances she steals of those beautiful lips wrapped around her thickness, mixed with her wife's finger teasing her and the base of the toy deliciously grinding against her, has rocketed the blonde body temperature in a matter of seconds.

"I can still taste myself on you." Callie purrs, and she smiles at the deep groan of pleasure that rattles around Arizona's chest before spilling from her lips. A hand comes to rest on the back of her head and Callie takes even more of her wife's length when the blonde's hips roll against her.

She knows it's wrong, that she should stop it. Hell, neither she nor Callie have the best record when it comes to cars and the highway. But this feeling, this being in power, of controlling the car and her wife at the same time like this has Arizona thinking things she normally wouldn't.

A few more flicks of her clit sends Arizona into a sharp, intense orgasm. Her eyes stay open and her mind stays present, but warmth rushes over the rest of her body. And when she dares to look away from the road again, Callie is sitting back up in her seat and slipping their toy back into one of their bags.

For some reason, the rest of the trip home goes by in a flash.