Callie still felt her heart fluttering as she left the Residents' lounge. She figured that it had to be something like that. It was as though her stomach was filled with butterflies – she felt incredibly light. It was almost as if her heart was leaping inside of her chest. Callie wasn't one for clichés but she had no idea how to describe to herself the way she felt. She thought that maybe she had to get over the butterflies.

She didn't know what else it was. Maybe it was the way Arizona had smiled for her – the way she said I'm glad I can exist for you – because she had no one else to exist for. She existed to no one else. Upon that realization, Callie's heart seemed to fall. It felt like a dropping sensation, all at once. She wondered how lonely that must be – to be among a crowd, to walk down the halls without another person even looking your way. Without anyone acknowledging your presence at all.

While making her way to the nurses' station, she had the thought that if others could see Arizona, perhaps their own lives would brighten the way hers suddenly had. She could brighten anyone's day, Callie thought. If Arizona was there, Callie knew that people would love her. Just as she did.

Well, maybe not love, Callie thought, correcting herself. But admire. Yes, admire – Callie thought. Maybe if Arizona was there to others, Callie wouldn't be so enamored. She felt that it was strange to be so infatuated.

But what did it matter? When Arizona smiled at her like that, with her eyes so bright and her smile so wide and with her gentle nod and soft voice, what did it matter? Who wouldn't be a little infatuated?

She was enamored, she thought.

Callie walked to the nurses' station and grabbed her chart for the day. She glanced over at the daily surgery board, noting that she was not listed among the surgeons performing today. It looked as though Webber had not been informed, Callie thought briefly.

"Cal, you're back!" she heard behind her.

She turned around to greet her best friend, who stood behind her, grinning widely.

"Yeah!" she exclaimed. "I noticed they haven't put my name on the board, though."

"I don't think Webber knows you've been checked off for surgery yet," Mark explained.

"Guess I'll have to clarify it for him, then."

"He's been busy," Mark said.

Mark's attention was immediately diverted by Lexie Grey strolling down the hall. As she met his eyes, she smiled brightly. She hadn't made her way over to the nurses' station to join them; rather, she quickly made her way into an on-call room, indicating something to him.

Callie only arched her eyebrows in amusement, watching as Mark turned back to her with a sly grin.

"So I guess things are going great again, huh?" Callie asked, bemused.

"Well, yeah," he said. "Only got time during the breaks, you know? Downtime."

"So when are you going to move in together?" Callie inquired.

Mark's eyes widened, as if he hadn't considered that – and he seemed to fall into his own train of thought, scratching his chin lightly. Callie looked behind him to see Arizona trailing down the hall in her heelys. She came to a halt right behind Mark, who hadn't seemed to notice Callie's huge grin.

"That's… complicated," Mark said, finally.

"Huh?" Callie asked, turning her attention to Mark once more.

"Well…" Mark murmured, and quickly looked behind him, startling Arizona with his quick movement. He then looked around and grabbed Callie by the shoulders, whispering into her ear.

"Oh man, I've got a lot to tell you," he murmured.

"Okay…?" Callie said, and then he let go of her shoulders and winked before hurrying down the hall and into the on-call room that Lexie had entered only moments ago.

Callie watched his departing figure and then turned her attention to Arizona, who only watched her with curious eyes. Her gaze seemed questioning to Callie, who only watched her back. She looked over at the surgical board again and back at Arizona, waiting for her to say something. She couldn't say anything without looking outrageous, and so, she began to walk down the hall, in the direction of Webber's office.

Arizona quickly followed behind her. She almost struggled to keep up because of Callie's fast pace – though Callie had only been eager to get back to surgery, she thought that she was worrying the ghost because of her haste. She must have been giving the wrong impression, she thought briefly.

"What was that?" Arizona inquired.

"Hmm?" Callie murmured, surprisingly annoyed at all of the people around her. She couldn't speak loudly to Arizona because there were so many doctors and nurses among other employees strolling the halls.

"Did he tell you something private?" Arizona asked. "Why was he whispering in your ear?" she asked again, almost innocently.

Callie quickly turned her attention to Arizona, who had been pacing just behind her, struggling to keep up, which was strange because she could have floated if she wanted to. Arizona had a strange look on her face – she seemed innocent – unknowing, but also incredibly curious, probably because she'd known nothing of Mark aside from the previous trysts with him that Callie had involved herself with. She seemed cautious and worried, all at once. Callie wondered if she was jealous.

"What?" Callie murmured. "I don't know, it was nothing," she said, under her breath.

"But you looked surprised."

"Because it was weird," Callie insisted. She hadn't been keeping up with the news of Mark's new relationship with Lexie, so she knew virtually nothing of what had happened during the course of a few days. Mark hadn't told her much, but he seemed incredibly infatuated, which was surprising to Callie, who'd never seen him like that before.

"Okay…" Arizona murmured, continuing to walk behind Callie, who now slowed her pace. They reached Webber's office and Callie lightly knocked on the door before turning her attention to Arizona, who still watched her with that strange expression.

"Why?" Callie asked. "Are you jealous? You seem jealous," she joked.

"I am," Arizona murmured. "A little."

Callie watched as Arizona's expression changed – she couldn't quite read it, but Arizona now looked slightly embarrassed, yet incredibly confident. As if she was just about to declare something. She opened her mouth to say something, but was quickly interrupted by Webber's opening of the door. Callie turned her attention to Webber, who looked almost surprised to see her.

"Torres!" he remarked. "What a surprise."

He turned around to let her into the office and Arizona followed behind. He then shut the door and looked at Callie, who didn't seem to know where to sit. He walked over to his desk and sat on his seat, gesturing for her to sit in the seat across from his desk. She promptly sat and Arizona walked over and stood next to her, almost stiff in her stance. She seemed tense, which was strange to Callie, but she did not keep her gaze on Arizona. She turned her attention to Webber at once.

"What can I do for you?" he asked. "You've recovered nicely, I see."

"Yes, well," Callie started to say. Her words faltered because of Arizona's sudden movement, she nonchalantly walked over to Webber and began to observe him up close. Callie grew tense, it seemed awkward to look at Webber, who only watched her curiously, waiting for a response while Arizona stood next to him, staring him down intently. Except Arizona did not seem amused or interested, it seemed as though she were observing him – scaling him down, measuring his character. It was strange, Callie thought.

"Torres?" Webber asked.

"Oh, yes. Sorry, uh," she continued, noticing as Arizona turned her attention to a number of photographs on his desk, facing his side. Callie couldn't see them – she only saw Arizona stare at the pictures intently. This woman was so strange at times, Callie thought. Had she really not seen Webber or his office before? She'd been in the hospital for so long.

"I was cleared for surgery today, sir. This morning," she explained. "But my name isn't on the board, I was wondering if you could assign some to me and inform the rest of the surgical staff, or whoever needs to know, anyway," she said.

Webber seemed surprised that she hadn't been assigned to anything and quickly made a note of it in his files. He flipped through his papers and Callie only stayed quiet, watching as Arizona peered over his shoulder, observing every action he took. It was unnerving for Callie, because Arizona seemed so real to her, yet she was not present to anyone else, especially the man in front of her, who noticed nothing awry.

Arizona finally caught her gaze, and for a moment, she almost seemed surprised to see Callie still sitting there – as if Callie hadn't been there at all. Arizona had been so caught in her observance of Webber and his surroundings that she forgot that Callie came in there with a goal. She suddenly smiled brightly at Callie and gave her a thumbs-up, then quickly made her way back next to her, peering at Webber now, from across the desk on Callie's side.

"All done. I've made a note of it," he told her, picking up his papers. "I'll have everyone informed at once," he said again, standing up from his desk.

Callie quickly stood up as well but stopped upon noticing Arizona's pose stiffen once again. She hastily moved aside for Webber as he made his way to the door of the office, as though he could run into her. She hadn't seemed intimidated by anyone else's presence, but she seemed to be almost shaken by Webber's.

The three exited the office and Webber nodded once again at Callie, seemingly proud of her.

"Well done, Torres," Webber told her. "Good to have you back."

"Thank you, Chief," Callie grinned, as he turned around and made his way down the hall.

As he was departing, Callie turned her attention to Arizona, who was watching Webber walk away.

"Can you not do that next time?" she asked. "It's so distracting."

But Arizona said nothing. Callie watched as she stared intensely at Richard's departing figure, her gaze almost distant.

"What's wrong?"

"Oh, nothing," Arizona murmured. But then she caught Callie's stare and noticed her look of disbelief. "Authority figures have always scared me to the point of tears," she admitted.

Callie suddenly felt her heart leap again and grinned at Arizona's revelation of her secret fear. It almost seemed hilarious, because she seemed like an authority figure herself. Her strange behavior suddenly made sense to Callie, who recalled her stiffening pose when Webber got close to her.

"You're so damn cute," Callie declared.

###

"I've never worked with something like this before," Callie declared, noting the strange results on the scans. She stared intently at them, as did Richard Webber, the accompanying surgeon on the case. Callie scratched her chin and glanced over to the man next to her. He had really put trust into her on her first day back, she thought. He seemed overly confident in her abilities, perhaps because of the startling confidence she had been emitting the entire day. Callie couldn't help but think that she'd been put to the test by the chief. She was slightly intimidated by his suggestion that Callie should take the role as main surgeon on the case. He had come to her earlier, when she'd been staring at the boards, distraught by the fact that the board did not bear her name, and then he promptly erased his own name under the case that her eyes had been locked on and wrote hers. She only looked at him in disbelief as he smiled proudly and nodded his head. He had full faith in her abilities and now she was being put to the test.

So Callie was incredibly nervous.

She also felt Arizona's looming presence behind her shoulder, she could almost feel her delicate breathing tickle her ear. Arizona also seemed to be observing the scans just as thoroughly as the two.

"This is going to be a very complicated procedure," Webber insisted, pointing to a certain area in the scan which left them both bewildered.

"And extremely risky," Callie added.

"I've seen this before," Callie heard behind her. Arizona had been floating just behind her shoulder, intently observing the scans. She'd broken her silence just as Callie and Richard started to discuss the proper route to starting surgery.

Callie quickly glanced at Arizona, acknowledging her comment. She then looked over to Richard, who had been observing her with an intensity that made her nervous. She was definitely being put to the test.

"Well, Torres," he started. "This is your chance to show me what you've got."

Callie only nodded her head, quickly glancing at the floor before meeting his eyes.

"But sir, lead surgeon?" she asked.

"I have faith in you, Torres," he insisted. "I know you've done one of these in the past."

"Yes, but as an accompanying surgeon. And besides, that was by chance that we managed what we did. We salvaged. I don't think-" Callie explained.

"Nonsense. You'll do fine," he said. "And I'll be right by your side."

He promptly nodded at her and patted her on the shoulder before making his way out of the room. Callie only stood in silence as the door shut. She turned to watch Arizona who seemed to still be observing the scans.

"Where have you seen it?" Callie asked.

"In a journal," Arizona answered.

"That doesn't help me much," Callie groaned, running her fingers through her hair.

"You'll be fine, you've got the chief by your side," Arizona reassured her. She promptly landed her feet on the floor and turned over to look at Callie.

"And me."

"What?" Callie asked.

"I'll be by your side, too."

###

She sat in between two shelves in the medical library, piles of books stacked neatly on either side of her. She leaned back on the shelf behind her and ran her fingers through her hair. It was a gesture that indicated a stressful situation. She was very distressed. She had the thought that maybe she should get more coffee, but she'd been so deep into what she had been doing that it would probably just throw her off completely.

"God dammit," she murmured.

"It's okay," she heard in front of her. She looked to the direction of that soft reassuring voice and observed the blonde who sat across from her with her knees pulled to her chest.

"Easy for you to say," Callie retorted. "Can't you help me?"

"Do you want people to see floating books?" Arizona questioned.

"There's barely anyone here."

"People wander. You don't want someone to walk down the aisle and see a book magically floating on its own and then-" Arizona started.

"Alright, alright. I get it."

Callie folded her legs together and stretched her arms out. Her whole body felt stiff due to her sitting hours upon hours surrounded by medical journals. However, it was the only way she could freely speak to Arizona, though in a hushed voice. She had sought out a quiet area in the library, hoping that Arizona could find the journal she'd seen the case in, but it was to no avail. It was somewhere in the general area they'd been seated in, but Arizona couldn't properly recall and she couldn't flip through all of the books that Callie had been amassing. Callie had lifted up each title and briefly shown Arizona each one, but the woman did not seem to recall having read that specific case in that specific title she was holding up. She'd read many other cases in those journals, however.

Callie picked up another journal and lifted it, showing it to the blonde.

"Nope," Arizona said.

Callie started to flip through the journal but was stopped by Arizona. "Not that one, get another. You should read that one, though, it's amazing!"

"Have you read all of these?" Callie asked in disbelief, throwing the book onto another pile which Arizona had claimed to have read.

"Most."

"Oh man," Callie groaned. "Get a life."

The brunette quickly realized what she had said and stopped to look at Arizona. But the ghost only watched her in amusement, and when met with Callie's horrified expression, she burst into a fit of giggles.

"I'm sorry, I-"

"I get it, it's an expression," Arizona laughed.

"But…"

"It's funny. Especially considering the circumstances."

"Sorry, I'm just tired."

"Calm down, Callie," she said. "I'm not upset, I don't get upset over something trivial like that."

Callie picked up another book and watched Arizona, who now stood up to scan the shelves again. She wondered why her comment hadn't offended Arizona, though she was glad it hadn't. Was Arizona glad to be dead? Maybe Callie was thinking too much into it. It was a trivial remark. It didn't upset the ghost.

A part of that wonderment had struck Callie as odd.

Because, really… it would be so nice if Arizona was alive.

"Hey, you!" she heard.

She looked over to the direction of the voice and blinked at the library assistant standing at the end of the two shelves. He seemed to be incredibly angry.

"….Yeah?" she asked.

He stormed over to her and now stood in front of her, looking down at her while pointing to the various stacks of books and journals that lay scattered on the floor.

"I hope you plan on cleaning this mess up!" he exclaimed.

"I will, I-"

"Like, shelving them back into their proper place!" he lectured, dismissing what she had to say.

"I said I will, okay?" Callie said. Arizona walked back over to her and observed the fuming library assistant.

"I hate this guy," Arizona told her.

"Come with me," he said.

"Uh, I'm in the middle-"

"Just come with me!"

"Okay, jeez!" Callie said, standing up and following the young man to the back of the medical library. Arizona promptly followed behind the two. He quickly led her to the back shelves and Callie widened her eyes at the sight of stacks and stacks of books scattered on the floor, stretching down the entire aisle. They were all off the shelves.

"What the-" Callie started.

"This is what some disrespectful, ungrateful surgeon does every night," he grumbled. "Every night!"

"Look, it's not me."

"I know it's not you. But you surgeons should keep in mind that we also do a lot of work supporting you and your success. So you should treat us better!" he rambled, still fuming. His face seemed to be turning red.

"Okay, I understand," Callie said. "I'll clean up my mess, I promise."

"Once I find the god damned surgeon that does this every night, I'll report them to the chief," he continued, ignoring her reassurance.

"Uh."

"I don't know who has keys to this library to cause this mess every night. We don't have extras, so I'm suspecting a janitor. But what janitor would go through a bunch of medical journals?"

Callie turned to Arizona now, since the man seemed to be lost in his own rantings. She narrowed her eyes and the blonde quickly averted her gaze, leaning on a shelf and lightly tapping her fingers against it.

It was her.

"I swear this hospital is haunted," the man said. Callie looked over to him, almost sure that he was aware of Arizona's presence, but again, he was lost in his own rantings. He seemed to realize that Callie had been looking at him and quickly turned his attention to her again.

"Anyway, clean up your mess," he told her, before walking off.

Callie now turned her attention to Arizona, who walked down the messy aisle of books.

"It's you, isn't it?" Callie asked.

"What!?" Arizona exclaimed. "No!"

"Liar."

"Fine," she said. "It's me."

"You brat," Callie said. "You're gonna get someone in trouble."

Arizona fell on her knees and started rummaging through a stack of books as Callie walked over to her. The back aisle was desolate, so they were sure that no one would walk over and inquire. The place seemed to be notoriously avoided with good reason; it was a mess.

"Can you blame me?" Arizona asked. "I'm so engrossed in what I'm reading and then the journal I read always references a ton of others so I go and grab those and by the time I'm done, everything's a mess and it's morning so I don't have time to shelve them back in their proper places."

"But you have time in the night," Callie retorted. "You have the whole night."

"But then I want to read more!" Arizona said. "Why would I waste my time putting stuff back when I can just consume more?"

Callie smiled and joined Arizona in her efforts, but she mostly did nothing but observe the blonde who became determined to find the journal. The woman had her face scrunched up in concentration. Callie's heart felt like it was going to explode, she felt that strange floating sensation in her chest while watching the ghost.

"You… are," Callie started. Arizona stopped and looked up at her. "So cute."

Arizona smiled, but said nothing. She looked back down at the stacks of books in front of her, flipping through them and throwing them on another pile that seemed to be forming. Callie felt her heart drop a little – Arizona seemed dismissive. She was smiling, but she said nothing. So Callie thought about lifting her hand to bring Arizona's face to hers so that she'd look into her eyes and maybe kiss her and then acknowledge her comment. She'd been planning to do that, she'd been determined, she decided – sketching the situation quickly in her head, and then she lifted her hand to do it but Arizona lifted a book up and accidently slapped her hand away.

"Found it!" she exclaimed.

###

Callie was frozen. Her hands were shaking and her line of sight seemed to be blurring. It was slightly blurry because she had briefly teared up due to the sweat burning her eyes. Beads of sweat were trickling down from her forehead and into her eyes. It was brief. But it had thrown her off for a bit. Because she was incredibly nervous.

Her head was pounding. She could hear the heart monitor going crazy and she could hear Webber in front of her – roaring, angry – but also trying to settle her. Trying hard. Because they had come so far and she made one wrong move and that was being too slow. She had to be fast, she had to be faster – but she had failed to do that, she had failed at exertion of her efforts and now she was frozen because the heart monitor was going crazy and Webber was barking at her and her head was pounding and her patient was probably going to die.

"Torres!" she heard in front of her – it was like a drawl, a groan.

Maybe she'd die too, because all her symptoms felt like a fucking heart attack.

"Torres!" she heard again.

She fucked up.

"Callie."

She really fucked up.

"Calliope!" she heard again.

It was a soft voice behind her. It was soft, incredibly soft – musical, almost. Harmonious. There was a tone about it that made her heart race in a different kind of way than it had been racing just then. It reminded her of a woman she wanted to kiss.

"Calliope."

No, it was the woman she wanted to kiss.

It was Arizona.

"Calm down, Calliope," Arizona reassured her, whispering to her from behind. "Remember?" she asked. "Remember what you read?"

"BP's dropping!"

Callie stiffened, her hand suddenly shaking again.

"Doctor Torres!" she heard.

"Callie?" she heard Arizona ask. "Callie!" she called again.

She felt a soft touch on her shoulder, and felt cool fingertips graze her forehead. Her forehead didn't feel so hot anymore. That soothing touch had cooled her body.

"Callie, listen to me," Arizona said. "It's okay."

"It's okay."

Suddenly, that soothing voice sent a calm wave throughout her body – she stilled her hand and felt her shaking stop, bringing her attention back to the open body in front of her. She took a deep breath and proceeded, unsure of where to go, but tackling the problems that lay firstly in front of her.

She moved again.

And she moved fast.

As she did this, Arizona spoke again. "Good," she said. "Now, remember what you read?"

"I remember," Callie whispered, taking control of the situation. The heart monitor gradually steadied and Webber fell silent – the whole OR fell silent as they heeded Callie's demands and watched her salvage the looming disaster into a breathtaking miracle.

It was a blur to Callie – the first half, but the second half went smoothly and she could feel now, a sudden rush.

Her patient lived.

###

Callie stood at the sink, scrubbing her hands and feeling Arizona's steady gaze on her.

"Thank you, thank you," she murmured, rubbing her fingers together under the ice cold water that reminded her of Arizona's fingertips. Richard Webber entered the room, taking off his gown and tossing it away. He went to the sink and watched Callie.

"Torres," Webber said.

"Sir?" Callie asked. "I'm sorry, I-"

"No, it was a risk," he said, stopping her. "An insane, high risk surgery," he said.

"That I forced you to do," he admitted.

"I'm sorry, sir."

"Stop it, Torres. I forced you to do it for a reason," he explained. "And it was a mess for a while but you did well," he continued. "So well, I'm impressed."

"Thank you, sir," Callie said in amazement.

"No one could have done that the way you did," he said. "No one."

"Sir?"

"Torres, when you come in tomorrow morning, be sure to get a new badge, you're now an Orthopedic Attending."

###

"Congratulations are in order!" Arizona exclaimed, clinking her empty wine glass against Callie's own, which was filled with red wine.

Callie laughed as the blonde ghost grinned and plopped down next to her on the couch. "It's a shame you can't drink with me!"

Arizona only smiled and set her glass on the coffee table in front of them, then gently folding her hands on her lap.

"It wouldn't do anything," Arizona said, shrugging. "Don't waste it."

Callie only nodded her head and took a sip of the red liquid, glancing at Arizona, who only seemed to watch her with curiosity.

"What?"

"I miss getting drunk," she said.

"It's fun. Did you do it often?"

Arizona leaned back on the couch and narrowed her eyes, giving Callie something of a devilish grin. It seemed very suggestive. "Maybe," she answered.

Callie thought about inquiring – she wondered what it was like, thinking about how Arizona would act if drunk – it was an amusing thought, but she quickly dismissed it.

"Thanks for your help in surgery today," Callie said. "I didn't think you'd be so caught up with medical procedures."

"It was all you."

"I was nervous. I thought maybe it was a punishment," she admitted.

"Richard's not the type of guy to do that," Arizona insisted.

"Richard? You're calling him Richard now?" Callie asked in disbelief.

"It helps bring down the intimidation factor when you're on a first name basis."

"Yeah," Callie laughed. "I'm sure he calls you Arizona, too."

"Oh, you'd be surprised," Arizona joked.

They shared a laugh and quickly quieted down. Callie fell silent and fumbled with her glass, tracing the rim with her index finger.

"But seriously, thank you. You calmed me down. A lot."

"I'm glad," Arizona said. "You didn't even need those journals."

"I did for that last part," Callie insisted. "You're amazing, reading all those journals."

Arizona grinned, clearly taking pride in her seemingly depthless medical knowledge. "Well, I don't really have anything else going for me."

"Really?" Callie asked.

"Yeah, so I read medical journals," Arizona explained.

Callie nodded her head and took another sip of her wine. She then set the glass down on the coffee table and met Arizona's gaze.

"I think you do," Callie said.

"Hmm?"

"I think you do have a lot going for you," she said, moving closer to her on the couch. She was close now and the blonde sat up properly and drew closer to her. Callie brought her hand up to Arizona's face and gently ran the tip of her thumb along her cheek. For a moment, it seemed to Callie that Arizona's breath caught in her throat. It was something of a hushed, yet startled gasp, Callie couldn't quite tell. But she noticed a look in the ghost's eyes that made her continue.

"If only people could see you, you'd know," Callie started.

"I'd… know what?" Arizona asked, softly. Callie knew that Arizona could stop and dismiss her, the way she had in the library. But she didn't.

She didn't.

"That you'd have people lining up for you," Callie declared.

Arizona laughed softly, closing her eyes for a moment. She opened them again and simply watched Callie. They sat like that, for just a moment, and then Callie brought her thumb from Arizona's cheek and gently ran it across her bottom lip. The blonde apparition blinked as Callie suddenly pulled her hand away from her face and back onto her own lap.

Callie shifted her gaze to her hand on her lap. She lifted it in front of her and observed it as Arizona watched on. She then looked back over to her.

"Do you feel my touch?" Callie asked, hesitantly.

"I do," she said. "It feels… good," Arizona said.

She sat up and moved closer to Callie and picked up her hand and brought it to her face again.

"All the time, it feels good."

Callie brought her other hand to Arizona's face and pulled her in, bringing her lips close to her own. Their lips met softly – gently, it almost felt like a graze. It was welcoming, but also hesitant.

"Do you… feel me?" Callie asked.

"I do," Arizona murmured, her breath hot against Callie's lips. "You feel good."

Callie didn't feel the hesitation this time, neither of them did, it seemed. The kiss was passionate this time, lips met each other with force, with yearning – the kiss was soft and languid.

"It feels good being around you," Arizona whispered, as Callie pulled away to look at her.

"I'm glad."

This time, Arizona brought her arms around Callie's neck and pulled her in for another kiss. Startled, the brunette's hands fell to the other woman's waist. Callie felt a tongue graze her lip, seeking entrance – not forcefully, yet not hesitantly. Callie heard herself moan as she met the blonde's tongue, she felt her linger and explore her mouth. She suddenly felt enveloped.

She pulled away slightly and Arizona seemed startled, surprised that Callie would stop the kiss. But her expression quickly changed as she watched Callie catch her breath and watch her. Callie guessed she didn't need to breathe. She smiled and attempted to pull Arizona in for another kiss, but was startled when the woman pulled away and grabbed her shoulders, pushing her back onto the couch.

Arizona hovered above Callie on all-fours, watching her intently – her blue eyes glowing with a different kind of light that Callie hadn't seen before.

"Tell me, Callie," Arizona whispered, softly. "What were you dreaming of this morning?"

"Huh?"

"I felt lust emanating from you," she said, smiling as Callie's eyes grew darker. "Lust and passion and…"

"And?"

"And… and I'm not sure what else."

Callie brought her arms around Arizona's neck and pulled her down to meet her lips.

"I was dreaming of you," Callie murmured, before kissing her again.

They laid on the couch, kissing with fervor – Callie felt herself waiting for this moment for a long time. Arizona slightly drew back away from her and tugged at her shoulders, then peeling off Callie's shirt and tossing it beside the couch. Her eyes quickly fell to Callie's bra-clad chest.

"You looked at me that way earlier, too," Callie said, huskily. Her voice was low now, almost raspy. She watched as Arizona hesitantly brought her eyes back to Callie's face, almost confused.

"What?" she murmured, as if she hadn't heard her at all.

"You looked at my chest earlier… in the same way."

"I did," Arizona affirmed. "I was thinking…" she said, reaching her arms behind Callie to unclasp the bra. She brought her lips to Callie's again, slipping her tongue into her mouth teasingly. The clasp of the bra opened with a pop and Arizona quickly slipped it off of her shoulders. "…about how much I wanted to see what was underneath."

Callie giggled, but her laugh quickly transitioned into a moan when Arizona latched her mouth on a breast, placing her hand roughly on Callie's other breast. Callie was surprised at the way Arizona licked her breasts, almost claiming them as her own as she bit down on her nipple, gently pulling it with her teeth and lips, then licking them to ease the slight pain. She sucked each nipple into her mouth, refusing to go down even when Callie tangled her fingers into the blonde's hair, urging her downwards.

And when Arizona finally traced her tongue down Callie's body, the brunette recalled the hesitancy from earlier. She felt herself unraveling as Arizona popped open her jeans and slipped them off, throwing them beside her. The blonde briefly fell on her knees, opening Callie's legs and wrapping them around her waist before leaning over her again.

"What?" Arizona asked, pressing her forehead against Callie's.

"Wha, what?" Callie gasped, feeling Arizona's cool fingertips trace the skin around her navel.

"Are you nervous?" Arizona whispered, planting light kisses on her jaw. "Don't be nervous."

"I'm not, I'm not," Callie murmured. "I want you."

She felt those cool fingertips travel downward and thumb at the fabric of her underwear.

"Just," Callie started to say. "…Are you sure?"

"What?" Arizona whispered.

"Do you want me?" Callie asked her. And suddenly, Arizona brought her hands to Callie's face and gently placed them on her cheeks, tracing her cool fingertips on her skin.

"I want you," Arizona declared. "I'm positive that I do."

"How positive?"

"I've never been more positive in my life-" Arizona faltered on her words, and thought briefly about the words, while grazing her thumbs against Callie's cheeks.

"Well, afterlife. Or death," she said. "Whatever."

To this, Callie laughed. Arizona brought her hands back to Callie's waist, and hooked her thumbs on her underwear, quickly slipping them off of her legs and throwing them to the side.

"It's like you're the one haunting me, Callie."

When Arizona slipped into her, she felt a strong sensation in her chest, unsure of what it was. She felt her thrust lightly, felt those cool fingertips meet her own heat and then she was sure that Arizona was what she wanted. She thrusted gently, all the while, watching Callie, who wrapped her arms around the blonde's neck. She tangled her fingers in her hair as Arizona's thrusts grew stronger, she felt herself enveloped – she felt her walls enveloping Arizona's fingers, she felt herself coming with the sensations.

She wrapped her legs around Arizona's waist – briefly noting that the blonde was still fully clothed and she was about to say something, but was cut off when she felt Arizona curl her fingers and push deeper.

"God," Callie gasped. "I'm gonna," she murmured, her breath catching in her throat, her gasps growing wilder and staccato.

"Come then," Arizona whispered, her breath hot against Callie's ear. "Come for me."

Arizona pushed deeper and all Callie could hear was her own startled gasps, Arizona's heavy breathing against her ear, and the delicious sound of Arizona's fingers pumping wildly into her. She felt herself coming and wrapped arms and legs tightly around Arizona as her body froze up in ecstasy.

When it was over, she loosened her grip and fell back onto the couch. Arizona rested her forehead against Callie's shoulder and listened intently to her ragged breathing. She gently slipped out of her and brought her drenched fingers to her lips, licking them clean.

"Mmm," Arizona murmured.

"I thought," Callie gasped, her breath still short. "I thought you couldn't taste anything."

"I can taste you," Arizona murmured, wrapping her arms around Callie's neck. She kissed the exposed skin, lightly tracing her tongue along Callie's jaw before landing a quick peck on her lips.

"And it's amazing."