A/N: Slightly shorter, just a filler chapter to move the flight along and as a thank you for the response to the story so far through your favouriting, alerts and reviews! =) ... which of course are always welcome ;) *hint hint* ha. (by the way, the italics are thoughts)

The turbulence subsided and with it, my heart rate.

I was finally able to settle back comfortably in my seat, every so often stealing glances at the glorious, sleeping blonde to my right. I was finding it difficult to understand how I could be so drawn to someone I've spoken all of five words to, not to mention the fact she was a girl. I've never been interested in women in that way, sure I'd kissed girls, even had a drunken experimental thing with a girl, Erica, in college, but never gave it a second thought. Now, however, it was all I could do not to lean over and drag her into an earth shattering kiss. I was beginning to feel like a creep, just sitting here watching her sleep, but I couldn't help it. I found her miraculous.

I felt my heart sink slightly as she began to stir from her slumber.

I fixed my gaze onto the screen in front of me, some movie about singing chipmunks. Fascinating.

"Hello." She smiled groggily, stretching out in front of her and yawning.

Making the assumption she was actually talking to me I turned my gaze towards her, keeping my expression nonchalant, I gave her a courteous smile and replied,

"Hey."

She began fidgeting with the earphones of her iPod. What was the deal with this girl? Earlier I would have sworn she was flirting with me, confidence oozing from every pore, and now she looked like a shy child trying to think of something to break the awkward silence that had, for some unknown reason, fallen over us.

Why was there even an awkward silence? It's not exactly expected that you converse with other passengers on the plane, in fact, everybody else seemed to be sitting in quite comfortable silences with their neighbours. So why did this feel so uncomfortable?

"So, where are you headed?" She finally spoke.

I looked at her confused, surely considering we were on the same flight the answer would be quite obvious. She too seemed to notice the ridiculousness of her question, speaking again quickly before I had even had time to respond.

"I mean, obviously you're going to New York. But I mean, where? What part? Oh god I'm rambling…" She reverted her eyes back to her lap. She was so frickin cute. I couldn't help but giggle at how adorable she was.

"It's ok." I smiled warmly at her, hoping to ease her obvious distress. "I'm staying in the city. You?" I figured I'd do my best to keep conversation flowing so as to avoid another unnecessary awkward silence.

"Yeah, me too." She smiled. It was so genuine, reaching right up to her bright, sparkling blue eyes, "So you just on vacation or… ?"

"Uhm - .. Something like that." I really didn't want to share the reasons for my venture with anyone, let alone someone I just met.

Her timid expression mirroring my own gave me the vague idea she was also hiding something. With that she placed her earphones back into her ears and fixed her gaze on the headrest in front of her.

My mind began taking on a force of it's own, dragging me into fantasies consisting of doing unspeakable things to this girl, things that would make even a prostitute blush. I stole as many subtle glances as I could, hoping that she wouldn't notice.

You'll never see her again! What difference does it make if you take a sneaky look….. Or think about how you want to ravish her. That doesn't make you gay! Does it? Unable to take the internal debate I was having any longer, I escaped to the bathroom, moving awkwardly past Arizona, practically breaking into a run once I reached the aisle.

I hated airplane bathrooms, with there small space, awful lighting and in all honesty, the sound the toilet makes when flushed scares the crap outta me! I stood, holding myself up with the help of the plastic sink, staring at myself in the mirror. My cheeks were flushed, my hair distorted. I splashed water on my facce to cool me down.

"Get a grip!" I whispered to myself. Why was this bothering me so much? She was a stranger! There shouldn't be this kind of confusion, we had barely spoken yet here I was, flushed and tense, making a big deal out of nothing.

She was just being nice! She did you a favour! Stop looking so much into this. It's nothing. You're being ridiculous! Pull yourself together!

I couldn't understand it. There really was no reason to be working myself into such a frenzy. She was simply a pleasant, friendly individual. Nothing more to it.

"Let it go Callie." I spoke quietly to my self again. There was a knock on the door. Jesus, some people are so impatient.

"Occupied." I called, irritation clearly evident in my tone. There was another toilet opposite this one and another three down the other end of the plane. Was it really necessary to hassle me? Sooner I get off this plane the better. Full of idiots! With the exception of Arizona. My mind drifted to her warm smile and glistening eyes, only to be interrupted again by another tap on the door. I sighed in frustration and vigorously pulled the door open.

"I said occup-" I was silenced by a pair of soft lips crashing against my own, pushing me back into the tiny cubicle, the door shut swiftly behind us. It took a few moments to register what was happening, who it was that had attacked me with such passion.

I felt her tongue brush lightly over my bottom lip, requesting entry, to which I took no hesitation in obliging. Our tongues moved in sync with one another. It was soft and gentle but at the same time riddled with fiery passion. Her hands moved slowly up my back, stopping when they reached the back of my neck, pulling me in closer, her fingers tangling in my hair. I couldn't help the moan that escaped my mouth as her luscious lips moved to my neck, placing delicate kisses tenderly on every inch of exposed skin. What are you doing? You're not gay! You're not gay! I ignored the voice screaming in my mind telling me to stop. This felt so right. Her hand moved to the waistband of my jeans and I felt my centre begin to ache for contact, my underwear becoming surprisingly moist. I pulled her face back to meet mine, yearning for the contact of her lips against my own, needing to taste her. I could feel her smile against my lips as her hand began to move inside my jeans. Oh god!

"Excuse me?" A female voice came from outside the door, knocking gently. Shit. Great timing lady!

We broke our embrace, our faces equally flushed, gasping to regain composure. Arizona turned and unlocked the door, poking her head out to address the intruder.

"Yes?" She said politely.

"I'm sorry, but there is only to be one person occupying the bathroom at a time." The voice was that of the airhostess from earlier. Great.

Arizona opened the door back further, allowing me to come into view before speaking again.

"We're terribly sorry. It's just Calliope here isn't feeling well. She was in here a while so I just came to check on her." Arizona threw the woman one of her dimpled grins, receiving a slight blush before she returned the smile, appearing to accept the excuse,

"Oh. Of course. That's no problem at all." She seemed nervous and fidgety and I was glad I wasn't the only person the blonde seemed to have such an affect on. "But I am going to have to ask you both to take your seats, we'll be landing shortly."

I let out a relieved breath I had been unaware I was holding. I opened my mouth to speak but shut it again as Arizona followed the trail of the other woman back through the plane, without so much as turning to look at me.

I looked in the mirror once again.

What the hell just happened?