Callie's POV

I turned slowly, trying as best I could to steady myself. I froze when her eyes locked with mine. No amount of preparation could have prepared me for the sight in front of me.

She was more gorgeous than I remembered; wearing a royal blue, figure hugging dress that accentuated her perfect curves, complimented with bright red heels. I swallowed the lump that had formed in my throat, battling with myself for composure.

"What are you doing here?" My voice was quiet but my tone was bitter. She seemed surprised.

"My friend Alex is seeing the girl who lives here, I came with Avery and April." She shrugged with a smile. A smile I returned with a scowl which caused a dramatic change in her expression.

"What's wrong?" I clenched my teeth and balled my fist in anger at her feigned concern. How could she just stand there like nothing had happened? Like she was innocent ?

I was sobered by rage. Suddenly all my thoughts became clear. Clearer than they had been all day.

"She's not… seeing him." I spoke through gritted teeth.

"Excuse me?"

"Addison. She's not seeing Alex." I knew it was irrelevant but I had to test the waters, make sure I was able to form somewhat of a coherent sentence in her presence.

"Oh." Was all she responded with, clearly confused by what I had just said. However, a dimpled smile returned to her face and she took a step closer to me. I flinched away when she extended an arm to touch me. Hurt ran across her face at the rejection.

"What the hell is your problem Arizona?" I shouted at her and she stumbled backwards in shock. I felt momentary regret, noticing the innocent look in her eyes. She was adorable. But she wasn't innocent, I had to remind myself.

"Callie I don't-" I didn't care what she had to say. I didn't want to hear it.

"Save it Arizona!" I spat venomously, "I don't know how you can just stand there and act all innocent, but that shit doesn't fly with me ok? So, enjoy the party, or leave, whichever, I don't care, just please, stay the hell away from me!" Her vulnerability disappeared; she stood tall, arms crossed, blocking my escape indoors, a determined look plastered on her face.

"You are not going anywhere Calliope, until you tell me what the hell you're talking about?" She searched my eyes, begging for an answer.

"Don't play dumb Arizona!" I sounded confident, but the look in her eyes made me question if she really did have any idea what I was mad at. "I saw you… In Macy's, with Henry!"

"Henry?" This act of hers was becoming tiresome; I didn't respond, just stared at her, willing her to continue. "Henry." She repeated, more to herself than to me. "As in Henry Burton?" Now that was to me.

I nodded in response, feeling the lump reform at the mention of his name. But her reaction prevented tears, taking me completely off guard.

She laughed. Laughed as though I had just told the most hilarious joke she'd ever heard. Now it was my turn to be confused. I looked at her questioningly, a furious glare in my eyes at how blasé she was being at what I considered to be a rather serious conversation.

"Callie," She composed herself, walking towards me again, "I'm gay. I kinda thought you would have picked up on that?" She chuckled briefly. "Henry is my best friend's fiancé."

I was speechless. Fiancé? WHAT?

Misinterpreting my silence as a request for further information, she continued,

"My best friend, Teddy. We're practically sisters. I was in Macy's helping Henry register for gifts because Teddy was too busy with work." She tilted her head to the side, eyes reading my face, but I had no reaction. She reached out to touch me again, this time I didn't budge. I couldn't. Shock had me stuck firmly to where I stood.

"Fiancé." I whispered to myself, processing.

"Yes." She laughed lightly, pulling my chin so that our eyes met once more. The intensity of her gaze burned through me. Suddenly her expression grew curious, "How do you know Henry?"

I stared deeper into her soul crushing eyes, almost as though it was there that I would find the answer I could give her. What could I say? That I was desperately in love with her best friend's fiancé? Oh yeah, I'm sure that would go down a treat. I swallowed hard and closed my eyes to break the hold she currently had over me.

"He's … uhm… an old friend." I settled with. She smiled widely at me, clearly satisfied with my blatant lie.

The air around us suddenly became tense. Gone was the light, playful look in her ocean blue eyes, they were now dark with lust. She licked her bottom lip, an action which I mirrored instinctively. The moment seemed to last a lifetime before she closed the space between us, brushing her lips briefly and agonisingly lightly against my own, before pulling away again.

All my initial upset at the revelation of Henry's significant other, vanished; I was consumed by her. We stared into each other's eyes, silently begging the other to do something.

I couldn't take it anymore. I grabbed the back of her head and pulled her into a deep, passionate kiss, much more forceful than the one she had just placed on me.

I knew I was weaving a tangled web but I couldn't help myself, I was an object of lust, and if it was a web I was weaving, who better than Arizona to be my fly?

Arizona's POV

She kissed me.

The object of my current desires had thrown both our inhibitions out the window and kissed me. And it was amazing. So much better than the hurried, sloppy-ish kiss we'd had on the plane. It was so much more real.

Our first kiss had been frenzied and lust filled, but this one, this was different, it was passionate at first but then dimmed into a slow, tender, meaningful, beautiful kiss. She was amazing.

I had a feeling there was more to her and Henry than just 'old friends', but it didn't matter. Right now, it wasn't important. All that I cared about was her lips on mine. She tasted of mint and red wine; it was intoxicatingly delicious. Our embrace lasted mere moments but felt like a blissful eternity.

I knew then that I needed her more than I had realised. She was it. She was the person I was sure I could spend the rest of my life wrapped up in. It may sound ridiculous, having only known her a few days, being relative strangers, but there was something about her I found irresistible, something so much more than simple lust. I wanted to be around her all the time. I missed her when we were apart. I delighted in her presence.

When we eventually broke apart I held onto her arms, ensuring she couldn't run away like her eyes suggested the intention to. Her brown orbs looked deeply into mine, her expression a nervous state of seriousness.

"You liked that." I affirmed.

She bit her bottom lip; looking oddly thoughtful and then decisive.

"I'm straight." She revealed. I raised my eyebrows questioningly.

"I am" She insisted defensively though I hadn't spoken.

I let her arms go when I was sure she wouldn't leave but kept my gaze fixed firmly on her.

"Stop looking at me like that Arizona."

"Like what?" I retorted innocently, although I knew my expression had been sceptical.

"Like I'm lying. I'm not lying. I am not gay!" Hmmm me doth think she protest too much. But I nodded my head anyway.

"If you say so."

She leaned against the balcony's railing, fidgeting with her necklace, something I had noticed her do frequently since meeting her.

"You play with your necklace a lot" I observed.

"Nervous habit." She explained, refusing to meet my gaze.

I closed the gap between us again, faces so close I could feel her warmth on my skin, hear her breath hitch. I leaned in close to her ear, noting the shudder that rippled through her as the final space between us disappeared, before speaking in a low whisper.

"Do I make you nervous?"

She drew a deep, shaky breath but did not respond. I hadn't intended her to.

I bit lightly on her earlobe, receiving a small, appreciative gasp in return. I moved to her neck and couldn't help but smile into the kisses I placed in each location, goaded on by her shallow breathing.

"Arizona." She began protesting through her hushed moans of pleasure, but I silenced her with a deep kiss. I felt her body stiffen and relax as I allowed my hands to run lightly over her curves, making their way past the entrance to her jeans. I could feel her wetness through her underwear and glided my fingers over the fabric agonisingly slowly.

"It's just the alcohol." She whispered, more to herself than to me through the kiss, before pushing her hips against me, begging for contact.

So badly had I wanted to acquiesce to her silent request, but I restrained myself. If she wanted to fool herself into believing she didn't want this just as much as I did, then so be it, but I wouldn't allow her to blame it on the alcohol. I had confidence she'd come around eventually and then it would be real, not what she'd allow herself to believe was a drunken fumble. With one final brush over the silk panties that covered her most vulnerable and wet centre, I broke the kiss, smiled wickedly at her, then turned and walked inside without a backwards glance.

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