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: Smut, post 11.5. Prompted and assisted in brainstorming by Sydney (awkwardblacklesbian on tumblr and FF)

AN: So here on my blog we are under the belief Calzona is not dead! Just… recharging, if you will. We're gonna see Calzona 2.0. Until then, some fantasy smut will help to heal all the broken fangirl hearts. Enjoy.

It Doesn't Change A Thing

The seam of light streaming from a mostly closed bedroom door didn't pull Callie towards it the first time she passed. Nor the second. It was the accompaniment of a sigh mixed with a furiously flipped page the third time that drew her to knock softly on the door. Arizona glanced up from the book she was bent over and locked eyes with her estranged wife for brief second, then looked away.

"Um, I dropped Sofia off at Derek and Meredith's," Callie said. "I told them that you'd pick her up tomorrow around 10. Does that work for you? If not, I can-"

"No, that's fine," replied Arizona. "I don't have anything scheduled for most of tomorrow anyways. I was hoping to find a quiet place to study. Then maybe Dr. Hermann might let me assist on the next procedure."

"How's that going?" Callie took a small step out of the doorframe, entering a room she's been in very rarely since the end of the first break and the start of the current one. It's been almost four months now.

"It's… okay. It's good. It's…" She looked up from her notes again and found those brown eyes that, despite the time and distance, Arizona knows just as well as when they said 'I do'. "It's terrible," she finally concedes. "If I didn't know better, I'd swear Dr. Hermann is purposefully torturing me. Every day it's something different. I mean, I know this stuff. I'm a surgeon! A damn good pediatric surgeon who was at the top of my field. I'm not some newbie intern who doesn't know an ass from an elbow." She tosses the open textbook from her lap onto the mattress in front of her, and rakes her hands roughly down her face. "I haven't been this stressed since I was an intern. And even then I wasn't getting chewed out in on-call rooms."

"No, those were used more for ill-advised sexual encounters." A small smile turned up both pairs of lips. "Took care of the stress thing though. …For me anyways." A rush of blood brought a blush to Callie's cheeks, and she found herself taking a step back towards the door. "Uh- I was going to heat up some chicken for dinner. I can make extra if you…"

"I'm ok, but thank you."

Arizona watched Callie back out of the door, and her gaze held there long after she left. Even after shaking herself and trying to turn her attention back to her books, she couldn't get Callie out of her mind. There wasn't any anger left. Arizona lost that the first month after realizing that what Callie did was a favor for them both. But there was an ache. And a need.

Her footsteps out of her room were deliberate. The sizzling of red peppers being added to the skillet of chicken covered the squeak of a certain floorboard at the entrance to the kitchen. Arizona stood there for a minute, just watching her. She watched Callie give the pan a little stir and then return to her knife at the cutting board. Just like in the OR, Callie's blade never faltered. Yet when Arizona rounded the island Callie sensed someone behind her and she froze. She could feel Arizona's warmth down her back but still jumped when two hands found her hips.

"Did you, uh, change your mind?" Callie's words shook with uncertainty.

Arizona answered with a simple, "Yes."

Those hands, that were once so frequent on her body, felt new. They traced the band of Callie's jeans around to the clasp, then up the soft expanse of her stomach. Callie had to put the knife aside and steady herself against the counter.

"Arizona…" Her breath was a whisper.

Arizona's lips pressed against the swell at the base of Callie's neck. "Just this once. …It doesn't change a thing."

Her hips ground forward, pushing Callie's against the lip of the counter. All it took was a moan for Arizona to turn her wife around and capture Callie's lips with hers. It wasn't a gentle kiss, or a loving one. It was hard, and hungry. Their first kiss since their last, the two so wildly different that it startled Callie. She tried to slow the kiss, to ease Arizona back by cupping the woman's cheeks, but Arizona wasn't going to be eased. She wanted control. And she was going to have it.

It was Arizona who made the first move towards the hallway, and it was Arizona who pulled the shirt from her wife's body. When Callie's hands made a move to the hem of Arizona's tank top, Arizona roughly pushed Callie up against a wall, pinning her hands beside her head. Teeth raked over Callie's exposed collarbones, and Callie groaned in response. It hurt. And yet it felt so good.

A coatrack, a picture, and a table lamp became casualties during Callie and Arizona's path towards a bed. The closest one would have been Arizona's room, but that room held their marriage bed. This wasn't about their marriage. It wasn't about fixing 'them', if they were ever going to be fixed. It was about now. It was about needs. And the guest bed was good enough for that.

Callie fell back onto the mattress and pulled Arizona down on top of her. Again she tried to rid her wife of her top, and again Arizona tore Callie's hands from her body. A thigh pressed between denim clad legs and Callie let out another deep moan.

"Fuck, Arizona." She could feel her need starting collect against her panties.

"Where is it?" asked Arizona.

"In the…" Callie pointed to the lower drawer of her bedside table. Arizona knew what Callie wanted, and Callie knew what Arizona needed.

Arizona pushed off her wife and stood to open the drawer. Within she found supple black leather straps along with a generously sized toy. She took her time with removing her top, watching while Callie worked herself out of her jeans. Arizona's sweats were tossed aside next, quickly followed by Callie's wet panties. She stood there for a moment, her eyes locked on her wife while Callie slowly worked at herself between her legs. Arizona could see her arousal already. It made her feel powerful. To reduce this woman laying before her to a needy puddle of sex… nothing turned Arizona on more.

The leather straps felt cold against Arizona's heated flesh, and her mouth dry. It took two swipes against her tongue to collect enough moisture against her hand before slipping that hand between her legs. Her insert entered easily, filling Arizona just enough to tease her. With the straps cinched tight and toy in place, Arizona took another step towards the bed. Callie's fingers work rhythmically against her clit; every few circles circling low and pressing inside to draw out more arousal before returning to her hard nub.

For the first time in over four months, someone besides herself touched Callie between her legs. And she thought she was going to come right there. But Arizona's touch was gone the next second, and when Callie's eyes opened again she saw her wife slowly stroking her arousal up and down the length of their toy.

"Fuck…" Callie groaned. Her entire body pulsed with the beating of her heart. Four months. Four long months without sex. Sure, she's had an orgasm here or there, but it's just not the same. It's not sex. …It's not Arizona.

From the edge of the bed, Arizona pulled Callie closer, and ran her length up and down her wife's slick slit. With a hand wrapped around the base, Arizona pressed forward. Callie's jaw dropped and her head fell back as she felt herself slowly become filled by Arizona. From above the sight of Callie being impaled by her strap-on made Arizona clench the toy inside her. A firm thrust brought forth a moan from both, and a harder one a gasp.

Arizona took advantage of her two firmly planted feet. She drove herself in and out of Callie with force. She was rough. Rougher than usual. But Callie took her. With two hands against the back of her thighs, Callie spread wide and gladly accepted Arizona's powerful thrusts. The wet slap slap slap nearly outdid her cries. …Nearly.

"Oh fuck, Arizona. Yes. Yes. Yes." Each word was expelled by the force of Arizona's deep fucking.

In and out, Arizona took her wife as hard as she could. All those months of pent up stress, she slowly chipped away at with each thrust. And all the while her gaze never left Callie's face. Not for a second. Sweat ran down her forehead and onto Callie's chest below her. Her back became slick, and her left thigh grew fatigued. Still, Arizona fucked Callie with all the force she could muster.

Soon that pulling sensation started to creep up from between Callie's legs. "Fuck, Arizona I'm going to come. Don't stop. Please, don't stop."

Arizona had no intention of stopping, and when Callie's orgasm hit Arizona continued her deep, hard thrusts without hesitation. Callie writhed and bucked and spasmed around Arizona's length. Every drive into her sensitive core made Callie gasp, but Arizona wasn't done. She kept fucking her wife until Callie's grunts of discomfort morphed to moans of pleasure. With each powerful thrust brought Arizona closer and closer to her own release. The insert inside brushed mere inches away from her sweet spot, and the pressure of the strap against her clit had her dripping juices down her legs.

She was mere moments away from orgasm when Arizona's left leg nearly gave out on her. Callie gasped when Arizona unceremoniously pulled out of her, but after quickly removing her leg Arizona was up on the mattress with Callie and sliding back inside her. Callie had to bite her lip when that first thrust hit deep, and when she opened her eyes all she could see is her wife's above her. Deep, long strokes pushed both women to the edge. Arizona's arms shook as they held her above Callie, droplets of sweat making streaks down trembling arms.

"I'm close again," Callie gasped. Her nails raked down Arizona's back, trying to pull the woman closer. She was getting everything Arizona had, and still Callie wanted more of her. "Oh my god, oh Arizona… Yes. Oh god, don't stop. Harder. Harder."

The burn of those nails against her skin brought forth a burst of energy. Deeper. Harder. Faster. Until the only sounds echoing around the room was the slapping of their bodies and the heaviness of their breaths. And when her orgasm hit, it hit like a fucking freight train. Arizona's whole body seized. Callie was only seconds behind, and both came with Arizona's length buried within Callie's clenching sex.

Arizona's spent body collapsed ontop of Callie's, and both fought to regain their breath. Blonde hair had matted itself against Arizona's forehead, and tanned fingers traced patterns in the slickness across the woman's back. Even after all that time, it was familiar. Arizona was reminded of all the nights they fell asleep like that. All the evenings of pizza and beer, and poundcake for dessert. And she was reminded that that's not who they are anymore. So Arizona pulled away. She slipped from Callie's tender core, but couldn't move. Not yet. Not when those big beautiful brown eyes were looking up at her like they were. So she kissed her.

Their lips met for a kiss that was tender, and loving. It was the kiss Callie tried to get from Arizona before. It was a kiss between two lovers.

And it ended all too soon.

"Thank you," whispered Arizona.

Callie didn't say anything. She didn't move. All she could do was watch Arizona disentangle herself from the harness, put her leg back on, collect her clothes, and leave the room. Arizona didn't pause at the door, there was nothing to say. That night wasn't about anything other than needs, and release. It didn't change a thing.