AN: HO HO HO. Here's a little something to read to give a small break from the family time (if you need it, like I do). Happy Christmas, and enjoy.

"Do you want to take your car and follow, or just ride with me?" Callie asked as we neared her car.

Knowing I had no car at the moment, and unsure if I could summon one, I replied, "Uh, if it's ok, I'll just ride you-um, ride with you." I tried to correct my Freudian slip quickly, hoping she didn't catch it.

Showing mercy, Callie smiled, "It's way more than ok." She unlocked the passenger side door of the vintage T-bird and held it open for me.

I giggled as I slid onto the worn leather, "Why thank you. I thought chivalry died decades ago." I know, I was there.

Callie shrugged, "I don't run with the pack, Arizona. I'm a classy individual, and I know how to treat a lady." She bent down, winking through the rolled down window before walking to the trunk and depositing her grocery bag. After getting in her side, Callie started the car, listening to the deep rumble. She turned slightly, cocking an eyebrow in mock arrogance, "You like my car?"

I laughed at her charade, "Yeah, I do actually. I remember when these first came out, I was dying to drive one, and they are just as awesome now…" I trailed off as I mentally replayed what I had just said. Whoops.

Callie shot me a confused look as she pulled out on to the street, "Um, did you say you remember when they came out, because you don't look over sixty years old…"

Wincing and cursing my stupidity, I backtracked, "I meant that I remember my mother talking about them, she was obsessed with Fords. Where did you get yours?" I asked in attempt to get the heat off me.

Callie eyed me, clearly not buying my whole story, but answered my question anyway, "My dad rebuilt it throughout my preteen and teenage years. Then, the summer before I left for college, he gave it to me. Been driving her ever since. She's beautiful and strong."

"She sure is," I mumbled, staring straight at Callie, who noticed and blushed adorably. "Which college?"

"Oh, University of Miami. Business Major."

I cocked my head and scrunched my nose, "Totally didn't peg you as a business major…something more…I don't know."

Callie laughed, "Yeah, well, it is what it is. But, don't you worry, I was an extremely sexy and badass business student." She waggled her eyebrows, causing me to laugh.

Rolling my eyes, I shifted further in my seat, "Whatever you say."

Callie mock glared at me, "Ok, Miss Fancy Pants, where did you go to college and what for?" Stopping at a red light, she turned to me, challenging my answer.

Thinking quickly, I shot back proudly, "Stanford. Psychology."

Callie scoffed, "Psych? That's where all the crazy, lazy asses go." Her eyes sparkled as I whipped my head around in shock.

"Hey! So, you think I'm crazy and lazy?" I arched my eyebrow and crossed my arms.

She shrugged with a smirk, "I call 'em like I see 'em…" Seeing me drop my jaw in disbelief, she added, "But, no. I think you're mysterious, gorgeous and intriguing. So, I just don't think you seem like a psych major."

Unable to contain the smile that wanted to spread across my face, I turned to stare out the window, "Alright, I suppose you're forgiven, then." A comfortable silence settled between us, each contemplating the other. Part of me was wondering why I got in her car, but the other part of me was wondering what took me so long. Talking with her felt easy and right. Like I was just a human woman enjoying the company of another human woman. Perhaps…that reality isn't too far away.

We turned onto a quiet and beautiful country road. The winding path led to a large, picturesque Victorian home. There was something about familiar about this- I gasped and my pulse skyrocketed. This was the house from my dream…maybe it wasn't a dream, like I had thought. Maybe it was a premonition. But, that would mean… I could feel my palms become clammy and I swallowed hard. With trembling legs, I stepped out of the car when Callie opened the door for me.

She looked back at my face as I followed her up the driveway, "Are you ok? You look a little flushed and anxious…did I do something wrong?" Her face showed nothing but concern.

Shaking my head, I took a deep breath, "Yeah, no…everything's good. Your house is wonderful." I managed to breathily respond, somewhat convincingly.

Callie smiled, "Thanks, a gift from my mom. Her family is pretty well off and this was one of their pet projects that they stopped having time for, so they gave it to me."

"Wow. That's awesome." As we entered the house, I forced myself to calm down and just go with the night. Just because my vision happened here, doesn't mean it'll happen tonight. As she went to put the groceries away, I took the liberty of examining her home. It was elegant and edgy, like her. Pictures hung all over the walls, some of people, but most of them not. Gazing at a particularly stunning photo of beggar woman and her dog, the woman wearing a huge smile, I called toward the kitchen, "Are these your pictures?"

Callie came up behind me, standing close enough that her front brushed my back. "Yep, these are mine. I love this one." Her smooth voice came right next to my ear, sending warm air down my neck, causing me to shiver. Callie placed her hands on my hips and pulled me slightly closer to her, "Are you cold?"

Turning around in her arms, I shook my head, and whispered, "No." Watching Callie lick her lips and eyes darken, I couldn't hold back. I stretched my neck to allow my lips to close over hers. Moving my lips slowly against hers, we each took a few moments to adjust to the sensation of kissing the other. Finally opening my mouth to her questing tongue, I let her explore my mouth, before pushing back to hers, and taking my turn. Her arms circled around my waist, causing our bodies to seal together. I cupped her cheeks, keeping her mouth on mine. Just as we started rubbing our bodies not so subtly along each other, seeking more, Callie pulled back, panting hard. Pouting, I rasped, "Again?"

Catching her breath, "Again, what?"

"Again with the pulling away when it gets good? Well, gets even better after starting great." I answered, grinning as my body hummed.

Callie chuckled, "Yeah, I guess I am. But, I really want to make you dinner, and I definitely won't get there if we keep doing that." She gestured between us.

Widening my grin, I nodded, "Fair enough, but there's another kink in your plan…"

Callie furrowed her brows, "What's that?"

"It's kind of early for dinner…it's only two thirty." I jerked my head to the clock.

Callie slumped her shoulders, "Oh…I was so excited to see you and have you over, I didn't even consider the time…"

I laughed at the defeated look on her face, "Ok, how about a new plan? You make me lunch, then we'll take a walk or something, then just have a relaxing evening in. How does that sound?"

Callie brightened immediately, "I like that. It'll take me about an hour to make lunch. You can chill out in here or look around, whatever you want."

"Do you mind if I join you in the kitchen?" I asked almost shyly.

"Not at all. Follow me." Callie led us into the large, surprisingly modern kitchen. Seeing my surprise, she explained, "This is the only part of the house that I insist be modern."

I pulled myself up onto the counter and watched as Callie prepared our meal. At first, she attempted to teach me how to make the pasta dish she was assembling. However, after I failed to cut a tomato correctly, managing to mangle it and destroy Callie's shirt, we both decided I should just watch. I can't remember the last time I had so much fun. It was easy to laugh with her, to talk with her, to be around her. Somewhere in the back of my mind was that nagging voice that told me I approached the point of no return, but tonight I ignored that voice. Tonight was for me.

Our meal was eaten in relative silence, only the occasional question or mummer of content broke the quiet. When we finished, I took our plates to the kitchen, intending to wash them. Callie quickly pulled them from my hands, "Uh, huh. My plans with you do not include household chores."

Preparing to argue, I opened my mouth, only to be silenced by Callie's full lips on mine. Her kiss was soft and determined. When she pulled back, she brushed a strand of hair from my face, "Please?"

Giving in, I took her offered hand and allowed her to lead me outside. We started a leisurely pace along the curvy, gravel road, hands intertwined. The air was cool and crisp, clear after the downpour from earlier. The clouds had partially dispersed, leaving dancing shadows above as we strolled. Our conversation flowed easily, staying light and relatively safe. At several points, it surprised me to find that speaking with her came naturally, and the lying was infrequent. As we circled back toward her home, we came to a large puddle. We slowed to a halt and stared at the puddle with curiosity. I turned and arched an eyebrow playfully, "Well? Jump it, or go around?"

Callie grinned and gestured to the puddle, indicating that I should jump first. Laughing and shaking my head, I backed up a few steps. Taking a few graceful and forceful strides, I leapt smoothly over the puddle. Landing on the other side, I twirled around and bowed and swooped my arm, inviting Callie to follow. Callie nodded and backed up. Just before running forward, she shot me a mischievous smirk. Not understanding her intent until she was mid-air, I shrieked and tried to move. I was too late. Callie landed directly in the middle of the puddle, her feet coming down hard, splashing cold water in all directions. I squealed as my pants caught most of the stream, immediately soaking to my skin. "Callie! That was mean!"

Callie giggled uncontrollably as she sloshed out of the puddle, "Yes, but oh so worth it."

Pointing to my, probably ruined, pants, I mock glared, "Uh, what part of this is worth it?"

She walked up close to me, eyes twinkling as she grinned, "The adorable pout on your face, the little scream you made when I splashed you, and the fact that now I have to take you home to get you out of those wet cloths." At the last part, her voice lowered an octave and her face was so close to mine, her breath caressed my lips. She inched closer to my mouth, just grazing the delicate skin before pulling away and continuing to walk down the path.

"Mean." I mumbled in disappointment.

Glancing over her shoulder at my disbelieving pout, she chuckled, "If it makes you feel better, my shoes and feet are drenched."

Lacing my fingers with hers again, missing the contact, I shrugged, "Kind of. At least, I get to look forward to you making it up to me."

Her fingers flinched, tightening briefly around mine, and I could see a slight blush creep across her cheeks, "Deal." Suddenly, she looked up at the sky, "And, I know how, come on." She tugged my hand and quickened her pace, leading me back to her house. We burst through the door and I followed her quickly up the stairs.

As she pulled me into what appeared to be her bedroom, I became a little concerned, "Uh, what are we doing?"

Callie stayed quiet, but shot me a reassuring smile. The room was dim, but that didn't stop me from recognizing the beautiful four poster bed from my dream. Sucking in a breath, trying to calm my nerves, I averted my eyes and realized that she was leading me to a set of double doors on the other side of the room. Letting go of my hand, she yanked the doors open, and beckoned me out onto the large balcony. Curious to what was so urgent and exciting out on the balcony, I stepped out. The sight took my breath away. The balcony over looked her back yard. Well, it wasn't so much a yard, but a gorgeous field of wildflowers, tall grass, and a cove of trees a small distance away. The sun had just begun to set and warm light filtered through the remaining fluffy clouds and washed the sight in dazzling oranges and yellows. The clouds glowed and shimmered. Water drops on the flowers and grass caught the light, causing the entire area to sparkle and dance. "Wow…" I breathed as I leant against the wooden fence surrounding the balcony.

"Yeah…Does this make up for the puddle?"

As I nodded vaguely, Callie came up behind me and placed her hands on the rail on either side of me. Her front pressed gently into my back, her chin resting on my shoulder. Sighing in contentment, I leaned into her, letting my body completely relax into hers as we watched in awe as the sun went down. Moments like this make me wonder why I need to be an angel. Heavenly moments happened to humans on Earth, too.

As the last rays of golden light faded, and the air turned cold and dark, I turned around to face the stunning Latina behind me. "Thank you for that. It was…incredible."

Without a word, Callie swooped down, capturing my lips in a dizzying kiss. Her arms wrapped around my waist and mine snaked around her neck. We pulled each other close, deepening the kiss and seeking as much contact as possible. Our tongues danced delicately as my hands came up to tangle in her silky, raven locks. She maneuvered her hands to my hips and let her fingers brush the strip of exposed skin found there. I gasped at the shiver that ran up my spine. Emboldened by my reaction, Callie slipped her hands under my shirt and stroked my abdomen. Hot streaks of desire blasted through my body. Unable to forgo oxygen anymore, I parted our mouths, panting as I rested my forehead against hers.

Callie scoffed, muttering in a husky voice, "Now, who's pulling away when it gets better than great?"

I chuckled deeply, "That would be me, but I do need to breath at some point."

Callie sighed with a smile, "Naw…"

Callie's hands continued to trace patterns on my stomach and my fingers massaged the base of her neck. Noting the feelings coursing through my body, I licked my lips and locked my eyes with hers. I knew what I wanted. Swallowing hard, I whispered, "Take me to bed, Callie."

She smiled softly before kissing me deeply. When I responded to the kiss, she began to lead us backward, through the double doors. As she pulled me through, I absentmindedly waved my arms behind me, pushing them closed with thought. If this is some of the last times I'll get to use my powers, at least it will be for a good cause. We stopped as we reached the side of the bed. A deep moan bubble up from me when her hand, still under my shirt, reached up to gently cup my right breast and squeezed tenderly. She swiped a thumb over the hardening nipple, releasing another moan from my throat. It had been so long since anyone touched me, that my body seemed hypersensitive to every stimulation. Although, it could have also been Callie eliciting those sensations.

I barely registered Callie stripping me of my shirt and bra, noticing only when a small pinch to my left nipple nearly crippled me with pleasure. Groaning into her mouth, I arched into her touch. Briefly removing her hand, Callie looped one arm behind the small of my back and braced the other one behind me as she lowered me to the bed. The cool, smooth blanket sharply contrasted my over heated skin. I shimmied up a little so that I laid fully on the bed, and Callie started to ease down onto me. "Wait…" I gasped, "Your shirt, off." She quickly sat up and pulled the material over her head, and swiftly unclasped her bra. Not granting me any appreciation time, she moved her body over mine, letting our bare breasts and stomach press against each other. As I adjusted to the pleasant shock of our skin to skin contact, she slipped a leg between mine and applied pressure to my core. Sparks exploded up my body and a whimper escaped my mouth.

Smirking, she attached her lips to my neck and slowly licked and sucked at my pulse point, which twitched with my elevated heart rate. Between her tongue on my neck and her thigh on my center, I couldn't stop the moans spilling from my lips or my hips from thrusting up, seeking more friction. I needed more of her. Finding my trembling voice, I muttered a husky, "Please." Although, I wasn't entirely sure what I was asking, Callie knew. She continued to assault my neck and collarbone, while her hands moved to the button of my jeans. Undoing my pants, she yanked them down my legs, over my feet, and tossed them aside. While in the position, she removed her jeans as well, revealing her deep red panties. My mouth watered at the newly uncovered flesh exposed to me. She moved back up my body, grazing her hands up my legs, hips, and breasts. When my nipples were eye level, she took one in her mouth without warning. I cried out in bliss as her tongue swirled around the rosy bud. My back arched and my hands flew to her head, holding her in place as she sucked and nipped.

I became increasingly aware of the wetness of my own panties as she teased my breast. That's where I wanted her touch. As if reading my mind, Callie moved up and gazed into my eyes. Her hand skimmed my thigh and dipped down before lightly tracing up my slit through the soaked material. She must have noticed the quick flash of fear in my eyes because she hesitated and furrowed her brows in curiosity. Gulping and licking my lips, I whispered, "I-I haven't done this in a long time…"

Her eyes softened, and a small smile graced her lips, "I'll be gentle."

Nodding, I craned my neck to kiss her as she slid my panties off my long legs. When she resettled against my body, her hand rested on my thigh, massaging as she kissed me slowly. I realized that she was waiting for my go ahead. I pulled her head down and thrust my tongue into her mouth, showing her I was ready to continue. Her hand crept toward my slick folds and finally slipped into the wet heat. I sighed as she ran her fingers up and down my slit, gathering the thick liquid. After what felt like an eternity, she swirled a finger around my clit, causing me to gasp loudly and thrust into her hand. She quickly added another finger and a little more pressure. Fire erupted from the area and spread over every inch of my skin. Slow, light circles over my pulsing bud gradually turned into quick, forceful circles and my breathing hitched at the amount of pleasure surging through my veins. I squirmed beneath her as her lips reattached to my neck, and I moaned in her ear.

Suddenly, her fingers stopped and I nearly cried at the loss. However, before I could complain, two fingers pressed at my entrance. I stilled, holding my breath for what was to come. Gently, she plunged her fingers deep inside of me and held them there. I moaned wiggled against her hand. Then, she pulled all the way out, before pushing all the way back in. I whimpered at the unprecedented feeling of fullness. She repeated this tactic a few times before setting a leisurely pace. I clawed at her back as I rode her hand, thrusting in time with her slow strokes. As she curled her fingers and hit a spot deep within me that I didn't know existed, I let out a guttural groan as white hot pleasure consumed my body. Holy cow. What part of me did she just touch that caused that? Taking my reaction as a positive, she thrust deep and curled her fingers again. And, again, my body shuddered in appreciation. Finally, she began to speed up, setting a satisfying rhythm, using her thigh as added leverage and every few thrusts curling her fingers to hit that new found favorite spot.

I felt my slick walls begin to contract around her fingers, and pressure build in my abdomen. Desire bubbled within me, surging and pulsing with strength. My hips moved erratically against her hand and thigh, desperate to reach that goal. My breathing was ragged and shallow as my eyes slammed shut. Seventy years. That's how long it's been since I've had an orgasm, and I could already tell than none of my previous experiences will even compare to what's coiling in my stomach and seizing my body at that moment. A brief second passed where I considered the bridge I was about to burn, but it didn't last as Callie bit down on my neck. As my center tightened even more, Callie removed her face from the crook of my neck and gazed into my face, "Look at me." Her voice was hoarse with effort and arousal.

Using all my strength, I opened my eyes and locked them with hers. Registering the emotions blazing in her eyes, I felt my toes curl and my lower half tense. With one last deep thrust and a thumb circling my clit, my body imploded. My dripping core slammed shut on Callie's fingers and my whole body went rigid. A strangled scream ripped from my throat as my very being shook with release. Tremors started at my center and rippled outward, reaching the tip of every limb. As the quaking eventually began to ebb, Callie slowed her movements, drawing out my pleasure and bringing me down gently. Finally, my body calmed and went limp. Wow…I do not remember it feeling so…like this.

She removed her fingers and took each one in her mouth, sucking my essence off. Then, she tenderly brushed a few strands of sweat soaked hair off my forehead. "Hey."

"Hey," I croaked back. "That was…I don't have words for that."

Callie giggled, "Why, thank you." She leaned down to kiss me sweetly.

As the post orgasmic haze began to lift, I vaguely wondered what that just did to my angel status. However, before I could consider the damage, my foggy mind registered the slow rubbing of Callie's obviously wet center against my thigh. Well, whatever the consequences are, they're already done. So, instead of worrying about something I can't change, I'm going to make love to Callie like I have nothing to lose.

AN: What did you think? Don't worry, I'll have Arizona return the favor in the next chapter, I just didn't want this chapter to be so long and take longer to put out