"Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossoms had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two."
-St. Augustine
Arizona Robbins was a creature of habit. She knew this. The world knew this. Change was a natural editct. It was a constant and provided the means for which the world, as a whole, grew unto itself.
Constant or not, Arizona Robbins hated it. She fought against it's inevitability and, as a result, often times came across as a stagnant individual. Change was evolution. Without change, the world and its people would be but a dull paint stroke against an ever black canvas.
Change, ergo evolution, ensured the rebirth of the human race. It brought about new ideas, new arts, new sciences, and new philosophies. Change was the one constant in the universe that gave life to every other constant occurrence.
Growth was change and change was evolution. The three notions were intricately tied together and, through them, the webs of fate were woven.
Arizona Robbins may have bucked change for most of her life, but change had found her in the spirit of one, Calliope Torres. Callie was her change as she was Callie's growth. The two, when brought together, allowed for nature to take its likely course.
Evolution.
Arizona had fought her change at first. She'd been hard headed and convinced herself that she could have the woman that so intrigued her and still keep a firm mind about not allowing things to change.
Fate was the helping hand of evolution and it had intervened on her behalf more than once.
When fate had witnessed her unwillingness to bend, to change, it had taken pity on her, but also, given her a glimpse of where her obstinate attitude was leading.
The hand that fate had used to dole out its universal eye opener had been in the form of one man.
Gary Clark.
When the older man had entered the peds wing and shown up in the room Callie and she had been occupying, Arizona had realized how selfishly stubborn she'd been about the baby issue.
As she'd covered Ruby's body, all she'd been able to think was that Callie was never going to know how much she meant to her. She had cursed herself at the time the two of them had spent apart. That time had been gone, lost to them, and she'd hated herself when she'd realized that it was time they'd never get back.
Fate, upon reading Arizona's heart, spared her and her love. Callie had been the instrument of her safety and when the nightmare had ended and the two of them were standing outside of the hospital, Arizona had still tried to avoid the change.
It had taken Callie, again, to convince her that it was okay to be scared. In the end, they'd both made promises and fate had moved on thinking that the pair's destiny had been safely sealed.
Second chances aren't always favored as highly as they ought to be, though. Everyday life has a way of setting in around a person, or a group of people, and allowing them to forget their grand declarations of love, their heart fealt promises, and their secret convictions to themselves.
Before a person is aware, monotony has brought their growth and their change to a screeching halt. Past mistakes and mis-steps are fallen back on and routines that should have changed are put back in place.
Arizona Robbins had not been above such a thing. In the months that had followed the hospital shooting, she had fallen back into her old habits. She'd gone back to avoiding larger issues in her life and facing forward even when she knew a wreck was waiting in the path before her.
Her stubborn refusal to accept change willingly had gotten fate's attention once again. It had been aware of her toying with her own line and, in another desperate attempt to avoid a disaster, fate had thrown a proverbial splash of cold water in her face.
From the Seattle Airport, to Africa, to hotel rooms and sleepless nights, fate had ridden heavily on her back and forced her to pay it heed. After two months of side stepping feelings, overlooking epiphanies, and wallowing in her own pain, Arizona had finally, finally realized what fate had known all along.
Growth was change. Change was evolution. Evolution was guided by the hand of fate and fate?
Fate was inevitable.
"I came to you see. Can I come in?"
Callie cleared her throat and threw a quick look over her shoulder. Boxes and clothes and various kitchen supplies were tossed around her apartment in a care free manner. She hadn't wanted Arizona seeing her like this. Hell, she hadn't wanted her seeing her apartment, given the state it was currently in.
She'd wanted the other woman to see her living in a healthy and mature way. She'd wanted Arizona to find a very well put together Calliope Torres. Though the Latina was adjusting well enough to living on her own, two months had not been enough time for her to work out all the kinks in her new self image.
Turning back around, she met the anxious look in her ex's blue eyes.
"Umm, yeah, yeah. Sure, come on in."
She moved to the side of the door and gestured for Arizona to enter the apartment. When the blonde walked past her, she caught her scent on the air. Taking a deep breath to slow the increasing pace of her heart, Callie closed the door and walked past Arizona.
"Umm, are you okay? D-Do you want something to drink?"
She clasped her hands in front of her and rubbed her palms together in an effort to stop the nagging tingling in her fingertips.
Arizona watched as Callie walked towards her kitchen area. The sway of her hips and the way her shorts seemed to ride higher up her thighs as she walked caused the blonde's blood to pump faster through her body.
Her ex was barely dressed and the amount of skin she was currently tracing her eyes over was driving her mad.
Licking her lips and looking around, what had once been her apartment, Arizona replied, though she was unsure of whether or not her answer was sufficient.
"Yeah, that sounds fine."
Callie nodded her head and turned towards her refrigerator. Steadying her hands, or attempting to, she grabbed a bottle of water from the top shelf and sat it on the counter next to her. When she turned back around, she noticed Arizona looking directly at her.
"Sorry about the mess. I haven't really had much time to unpack." the raven haired woman lied.
Arizona's silence was unnerving. She couldn't imagine why the other woman had come to see her. Whatever her reasons, Callie found herself hoping that the blonde would say what she had to say and leave.
Her presence was making Callie dizzy.
"It's fine. I didn't come over to have a discussion on the finer points of interior decorating." the smaller woman said and a slight smile graced her perfect mouth.
Smiling softly herself, Callie decided to try for a bit of small talk.
"Umm, are you hungry? I could...I could fix us something to eat."
"You're an idiot."
The words shocked her, so crazy they were. Left field had definitely just entered their conversation.
"Umm, okay. I didn't know social niceties were a factor in idiocy, but...okay." Callie said as she lowered her eyebrows into a look of utter confusion.
Arizona ignored her flippant remark and walked toward her.
"I'm an idiot. You're an idiot! What are we doing here? How did we end up here?" the blue eyed woman's words were gaining audible momentum.
Callie turned her head to the side and regarded her ex.
"So, you came over to call me names and now you want to have an existential debate?"
Arizona shook her head and walked around the island her ex lover was standing behind. She watched as a visible shudder rolled through Callie's body and her eyes grew darker the closer she got to the taller woman.
When she was standing in front of the Latina, she looked up into her face and smiled at the badly concealed arousal painted on the other woman's features.
"I'm not going to let you take all the blame and I'm such an idiot for taking so long to see things clearly." she said.
Callie swallowed but said nothing. She could feel herself becoming lost in Arizona's blue eyes.
"And you? You're an idiot for trying to take all the blame. I'm the one who left you! I walked away. I broke you!" She scoffed with her own self disgust. "And I've been putting you through hell because I'd convinced myself that I needed to learn how to trust you. You, Calliope, need to learn how to trust me! We're idiots!"
The dark skinned woman could do nothing but keep her eyes focused on the woman in front of her. She was afraid to say or do anything. The situation still had yet to reveal itself and she was unsure of what the appropriate response would be when it did.
Arizona stepped closer to her and invaded her personal space. She heard herself take a shaky breath as her heart starting to beat faster.
"I'm sorry, Calliope."
Callie closed her eyes and bit her lip. Arizona was calling her Calliope. She was speaking to her in the tone that the Latina had come to associate when she called her by her full name. Was Arizona here to forgive her? Was she here to mend their relationship?
A feather light caress across her jaw forced her to open her eyes.
Arizona was lightly tracing a path along her jawline and under her chin. Her blue eyes seemed to be mesmerized by her own actions.
Callie didn't know how to respond or even if she was allowed to respond. She couldn't believe that her ex was here and that she was touching her skin and saying her name. Placing a hand on the counter to her left, she released a slow breath and continued to remain silent.
Arizona seemed to have entered a world all her own. The softness of Callie's skin under her touch was having a more profound affect on her than she'd anticipated. Nothing else mattered to her, or even existed for her, apart from the woman before her.
She watched her fingers, pale in comparison, move down Callie's neck and smooth over her pulse point. The overly paced beating beneath her fingers caused her to smile. She felt the taller woman swallow, almost painfully.
"I've missed this." Arizona whispered to herself.
Callie released a small sigh and stepped closer to the blue eyed woman. She made no further move. Uncertainty was keeping her from giving in to what she craved so desperately. Arizona could decide she didn't want anything else to do with her. She could step away and leave at any moment.
Callie glanced down at the fingers on her flesh when she felt them against her collar bone. Her heart was pounding against her ribs in an erratic pattern and she was sure Arizona was aware of that fact.
The blonde's fingers were soft and warm and, in their wake, a pleasurable electricity burned across Callie's body. This wasn't how Arizona had touched her the last time they'd had physical contact. It wasn't rushed or hurried or quick. It was slow and tender and reverent.
When she felt Arizona's touch smooth across her sternum and dip, dangerously close, towards her breasts, she inhaled sharply and looked back up at the smaller woman's face.
"What are you doing?" she asked in an unsteady breath.
Arizona didn't answer her immediately. The steady, reassuring, thump underneath her fingers was a balm to her soul. She was the cause of it's increased pace. She was the cause of Callie's shallow breathing. It humbled the peds surgeon; the knowledge that she had brought about these awe inducing reactions.
"I'm wanting you." the blonde answered, finally, and brought her eyes up to meet unsure brown.
Callie sighed again and a timid smile attempted to make itself known on her lips. She wanted Arizona to want her but she was so afraid of being left behind again. She was frightened that things would never be the same for them. Maybe Arizona just wanted a quick piece of ass and then she'd move on and teach the next poor newborn she came across.
How was Callie to be sure of anything when everything in her world had already crashed and burned?
The blonde in front of her closed the last remaining space between them and teasingly nudged her nose across across her lips.
"Arizona..." Callie pleaded, though she was usure of what exactly she was pleading for.
"Do you still want me?" Arizona asked as she brought her right hand back up to Callie's neck while her left landed against the Latina's right hip.
So, the moment of truth had finally arrived. Did she say yes or did she say no? Of course her answer to the question was yes. She did want her. All of her. Forever. But, she didn't want for them to become nothing more than friends with benefits. If that was all Arizona was wanting, Callie wasn't sure how to answer the question.
"I love you, Calliope. I don't care about anything else. I hurt you, baby, and I am so sorry for that. I want to just forgive and forget. So, I am asking you: do you still want me?"
As the blonde spoke the words, she moved her lips along Callie's jaw and continued speaking until she had reached her ear. The smell of the Latina's shampoo and body wash was causing her mouth to go dry. She was tired of talking. She was tired of avoiding. They'd both fucked up, but she didn't care. Her life was dull and meaningless without Callie. She'd thought, after finding out that her ex had slept with Mark Sloan, that nothing would ever bring the two of them back together.
She'd been wrong. The time that had passed since her finding out had been time well spent. She'd had time to think and remember and contemplate. She'd had time to assess herself and reevaluate your own life and her own shortcomings in their relationship.
Time had given her the chance to see that she had no life without Calliope.
"Please say yes." she whispered against the sensitive skin of Callie's ear. She felt, as well as heard, the other woman release a heavy breath. The warmth that passed through her hair set her nerves on fire.
Callie found that she couldn't speak. Her emotions were running too high and her mind was clouded with too many waring thoughts. Turning her head down, she allowed herself to inhale Arizona's scent. The blonde turned her head as well and before either of them could change positions, they were nose to nose.
Heavy breathing was the only sound evident to both of them. In the living room, Callie's tv continued to display Dr. G, but the audio was nothing to her but subdued noise.
Arizona was so close to her. Her hands were on her body and her breath was against her lips. Callie parted her lips slightly, but she made no move to accelerate matters any.
She felt the smaller woman leaning into her and, without a doubt, she knew what was coming next.
"I've always loved this part." Arizona said softly, just shy of kissing her. Callie could feel the blonde's lips moving to form her words.
As before, the tall Latina remained silent and waited for her...lover? to finish her thought.
"This feeling. The anticipation. The moment before your lips touch mine. It's always been my favorite, so if you want me to stop, you need to tell me now."
Callie was too far gone to speak. She was too far gone to think. Her body was telling her to kiss the other woman. She wanted to. Every night since she'd left Arizona's hotel, she'd dreamed of a moment similar to this one. And now? Now, it was here and she was drowning in its intoxicating affects.
Her silence must have been a cue to the blonde because a moment later, she felt soft, hesitant lips tenderly press against her own.
The touch was hesitant, as if Arizona was familiarizing herself with the feeling of Callie's mouth against her own. Before Callie could respond to the kiss, the blonde pulled away slightly and playfully rubbed her nose along the taller woman's. Catching her breath, Arizona leaned back in and lightly kissed Callie a second time. Her lips were more insistent than from a moment before.
The Latina kissed her back. She could barely think with everything she was feeling. Arizona was barely kissing her, barely applying any pressure and she had yet to even slip her tongue into her mouth. The kiss was unsure and slow, but it was making her increasingly wet despite those things.
Callie felt the hand on her neck move and trail tenderly down her left arm. Arizona took a deep breath, turned her head, and kissed her a third time. Each kiss was slightly more heated than the one before it. When Callie moaned softly against the blonde's lips, the smaller woman used the gesture as her excuse to let her tongue glide hotly along her bottom lip.
Arizona was in heaven. The woman in front of her was breathing in short gasps and her lips were wet and velvety soft. She continued to trail her right hand over Callie's skin slowly. The appreciative half moans coming from the other woman was almost enough to send her to her own release.
Moving her left hand as well, she brought the fingers of both hands to the hem of the Latina's shirt. Callie's sharp pant caused a surge of renewed moisture between her thighs. She moved their bodies slightly until she had the taller woman with her back against the counter of the kitchen. Pressing against her softly, she slowly ran her hands underneath Callie's camisole.
The dark skinned woman pulled her head back and attempted to draw air into her body. Things were happening so quickly, she was unsure of how exactly they'd gotten to this point. What had caused this change in the blonde? What had brought about this heated make-out session?
Arizona was touching her the way she had the first time they'd ever made love together. Callie had thought never to feel that sense of apprehensive excitement before.
She noticed the other woman was watching here with deep blue eyes and that her hands on her skin had ceased their movements. Her own heavy breathing was mirrored in the other woman.
"Are you sure about this?" she asked Arizona.
The smaller woman smiled and pushed her hands higher up her body until they came to the underside of her breasts.
"I love you. I'm sure about that. I want you. I'm sure about that, too."
Callie swallowed hard and licked her lips. The blonde's fingers were running along her stomach, her ribs, and her breasts. She was slowly approaching the point of no return.
"I want to show you how I feel, Calliope. This is my apology for everything. Let me make love to you." Arizona whispered against the skin of her neck. Warm lips against her throat caused her to moan and release a shuddering breath.
Arizona loved her. She wanted her. After two, nearly three months, they were both together again in their old apartment slowly making their way towards a complete unification with each other.
Gently threading her hands through silky fine blonde hair, Callie brought Arizona's face up and stared into her eyes. Staring back, reflected in those azure orbs, was nothing but love. Love and passion and need.
"I love you so much, Arizona and I've missed you. Make love to me. Make me feel." she said in a hurried tone. Her emotions were taking over now and her mind was stepping to the side to allow them to do so.
The last time she and Arizona had made love had been at the blonde's hotel two months ago. That encounter had been more physical than emotional and, although she'd gotten off, it had left her feeling empty and confused.
The blue eyed woman smiled at her, dimples flashing, before leaning against her more fully and drawing her tongue along Callie's mouth. Forcing her mouth to part with her touch, Arizona slipped her tongue inside Callie's mouth and kissed her with wanton lust.
The hands she had under Callie's top worked quickly to remove the offensive material from the Latina's body. She felt Callie's hands moving over her skin frantically. It was as if the taller woman couldn't touch her enough and so was unsure of where to touch her first.
She moaned into her lover's mouth and moved her right hand up to cup a round, full breast. Callie groaned and bit at her lips when she felt the contact. Her back was being pressed, painfully, against the counter behind her, but she was too involved in everything Arizona was doing to care.
"Hop up." she heard being whispered in her ear. Lips ran down her throat and nipped her softly.
Opening her eyes, she sighed and hopped up on the counter behind her. Arizona parted her thighs and stepped between them so she could continue kissing her. The hand on her breast squeezed her pliant flesh and moved to whisper a caress across her hardened nipple.
Callie ran her hands through Arizona's hair and held her close to her body. She brought her legs up and wrapped them around the smaller woman's hips. Letting her knees fall apart, she completely opened herself for the smaller woman.
"Oh god..." escaped from Callie's lips.
She rested her weight on her right arm and used her left to continue holding Arizona's head to her chest. Already, her hips were moving at a slow pace.
Arizona licked around her nipple before closing her lips around it. She could feel the increasing beat of Callie's heart against her lips and she smiled. Moving to lavish her lover's other nipple with equal attention, the blonde let her hands explore Callie's body.
She ran them fully over the Latina's honey toned thighs and around her short covered hips. Squeezing the flesh and intermittently dragging her nails across Callie's skin, Arizona brought her head up and kissed and licked up the taller woman's chest and neck.
When she reached full lips, she praised them with her own. Callie attacked her mouth with equal passion. Arizona was touching her in all the right places in all the right ways. She was unsure of everything except the woman between her legs. Every good, positive emotion in the world was coursing through her body and begging her to pay it the most attention.
When she felt the blonde pull her mouth away from her own, she groaned in frustration and opened her eyes. The blue eyed woman was panting heavily and staring into her soul.
She felt a hand, that had been smoothing along her left thigh, move in a different direction and with purpose. Her eyes widened and her throat constricted. She knew where Arizona was going to touch her next. Her knees fell apart further as she waited.
Arizona ran her fingers along the inside of Callie's thigh and gasped when she felt a wet heat greet her. She hadn't even made it to the source of the heat and already her fingers were sliding across its evidence. She smiled at Callie.
Bringing her fingers up higher, she felt the woman spread out before her, take a sharp breath.
"Can I touch you here?" she asked and Callie was floored. She felt like a virgin about to be touched for the first time. Arizona was asking for her permission to touch her in the most intimate of ways? The question tugged at her heart and increased her arousal all the more.
Keeping her left hand against the blonde's neck, she bit her bottom lip and nodded her head slowly.
Arizona smiled and kept her eyes locked with Callie's. Moving her fingers up higher, she slowly brought them to the Latina's covered center. A dizzying heat welcomed her as she rubbed her fingers against Callie's sex.
When she'd found out Callie had slept with Mark, the knowledge that someone other than her had touched Callie this way had broken her heart. She was supposed to have been the only person allowed this special privilege. She was supposed to have been the one bringing Callie to satisfaction.
The knowledge that Mark Sloan had touched her partner had been too much to handle at the time. She'd known that the man, as well as Callie's other past lovers, had touched Callie in much the same way she had, but that had been before her. That had been before Arizona had touched her. Before the two of them had fallen in love.
She was supposed to have been the last person to touch Callie in this way. Her. Arizona Robbins. No one else. Yet, someone else had. A man. Mark Sloan. Someone else had put his hands on Callie's body and touched her lips with his own. Another had touched her intimately and Arizona despised herself for walking away and leaving Callie. Her actions had brought about the Latina's desperate choices and decisions. Because of Arizona's need to control everything and her reluctance to face problems head on, Mark fucking Sloan had enjoyed her girlfriend's body.
It sickened her. But that was all in the past. She was here, now, touching Callie in the most wonderful and glorious of ways. She was the one running her fingers up and down Callie's length. She was the one causing the other woman's jerky movements and shallow breathing. Her. She was making love, slowly, to Callie and she thanked the powers that be for giving her a second chance to do so.
Callie moaned and whimpered as she continued to rub her through her shorts. The blonde could practically feel the pulsating throbbing of Callie's clit and it made her want to take her, quickly, on the kitchen counter.
"Please...don't stop, Arizona. Please...please..."
Arizona gently brought her lips to Callie's and kissed her softly. She wanted Callie to feel her. She wanted her to know, without a doubt, how she felt about her. The other woman tried to kiss her back, but her labored breathing interfered.
"Never, baby. Never again. I love you." she whispered against the Latina's mouth.
Callie smiled and pulled away from her. Looking down her body, she moaned at the sight of her naked torso and the blonde's fingers stroking her sex.
"Not here, Arizona. Take me to bed." she said, pushing past her own arousal.
She didn't want them to make love on her kitchen counter. She wanted to feel the blonde's body against her own. She wanted her first time back in her bed to be with Arizona's body next to hers.
The smaller woman kissed her chastely and stopped her ministrations between her legs. Stepping back, she helped Callie off the counter before stepping forward and wrapping her arms around her.
Kissing a caramel shaded shoulder, Arizona ran her hands along Callie's sides. The blue eyed woman looked back into her lover's eyes and smiled. Callie leaned down and kissed her and the two of them started a slow, halting and awkward trek towards the bedroom.
On the way, the taller woman did her best to divest the blonde of her clothing. By the time the two of them had reached her bedroom, Arizona was wearing only her cargo pants which were unbuttoned and halfway over her hips.
"You're the first." Callie said kissing the blonde's lips.
She shoved her hands in Arizona's pants and moved them around her hips so she could work on lowering them to the floor. A gasp against her face informed her that the blonde appreciated her touch.
"What?" she smaller woman asked.
"I haven't slept in here or even been in the bed since I moved back in. You'll be first person person, the only person, to share it with me."
Arizona smiled at Callie's words and stepped out of her pants. Turning the other woman around, she started pushing her towards the bed. Her hands found Callie's shorts and she squeezed the Latina's supple behind.
When the back of the raven haired woman's knees connected with her bed, she felt herself being pushed, softly backward. Sitting on the mattress, she looked up with dark eyes at the blonde.
Arizona kept her eye contact and slowly removed her panties from her body. Tossing them aside, she moved to stand directly in front of Callie and smiled down at her. Her fingers tangled themselves in short, dark hair and a pair of tanned hands found their way to her hips.
Callie was watching her with ebony shaded eyes and her lust and desire were obvious to the blonde. Bending down on to her knees, Arizona removed her hands from the other woman's hair and lowered them to her shorts. Slowly, she managed to remove them and as they slipped past Callie's ankles, she brought her own body up and pushed the Latina back against the bed.
Callie barely had time to scoot halfway up the mattress before Arizona's body was on top of her own and the two of them were moaning at the sensation of their skin's connection. She could feel the blonde's breasts against her own and her wetness against her thigh and it solidified and made real what was happening between them.
They were reconnecting. They were being born again. They were making love.
Callie felt herself start to shake as her emotions finally broke her resolve. Gentle, cleansing tears fell from her eyes and she laughed softly, happily, at her new found knowledge.
Arizona met her lips in a tender yet passionate embrace and silenced her sobs. Her tears continued to fall, though, and they mixed with their lazy kiss.
"I love you so much. I've got you now, Calliope. I love you. I love you."
The blonde's words were everywhere. Her mouth was moving from the taller woman's lips to her chin, her cheeks, her nose and finally to her eyes where they kissed away her tears.
A hand moved slowly between their bodies and Callie spread her legs wider to accommodate the touch she knew she'd soon be rewarded with. Arizona slowly parted her folds and ran her fingers through her wetness.
Her touch was exploratory in nature. The blonde let her head fall to a tanned neck and she let her lips move without purpose across the skin she found there. The moisture rushing to greet her fingers was her making. She had brought it about. She was what it wanted, what it had been produced for.
Callie's breathing was ragged against her ear and she felt the other woman's hands moving along her back in a slow pattern. Bringing her head back up, she looked down into her lover's face.
"Open your eyes and look at me." she said quietly into the silence of the room.
The Latina complied without complaint and met smokey blue eyes with her own deep dark brown.
As soon as Arizona saw that she had Callie's attention, she moved her fingers lower and slowly, very slowly, entered her with a single digit. She watched Callie's reaction the entire time. The other woman's eyes were half-lidded and her breathing was becoming even more shallow. Her breath hitched and Arizona brought her movements to a halt.
"Are you okay?" she asked Callie, her voice full of concern.
The last time she'd touched Callie like this, she'd entered her with more force than she'd thought herself capable of. Her anger, her sorrow, over their situation had caused her to do things to Callie's body that had made her sick. She remembered the cry that had escaped Callie's lips when she'd practically forced herself inside of her. The memory still haunted her.
"Yes, I'm fine, baby. It's just been a while since anyone touched me this way." the Latina replied.
Arizona felt Callie's muscles relax and a moment later, her finger inside of her was being pulled and hugged farther inside it's tight channel.
"More, Arizona. More" the dark skinned woman begged. Her eyes were still open, but just barely.
The blonde leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips before adjusting her hand between Callie's thighs and entering her, just as slowly, with a second finger.
She felt the other woman press down on her fingers and before she was aware, Callie was moving against them in a slow, delicious rhythm. One of the taller woman's hands attached itself to one of the blonde's breasts while the other wrapped itself securely behind a creamy neck.
Heavy breathing, sharp pants, pleasurable gasps and the sound of Arizona's fingers entering and reentering Callie's sex slowly filled the room around them.
Their movements were not frantic or hurried or rushed to ensure that single inevitable conclusion. The moved to feel. To feel the other. They moved so that the other knew of their love.
Arizona felt her own tears, tears she rarely ever released, spill from her eyes and fall down her face. Callie saw them and lowered her brow. She couldn't believe the blonde was crying, that she had was so moved by their actions that her emotions manifested themselves so.
Leaning forward, she kissed the other woman tenderly.
"I love you, Arizona. I never stopped."
She continued to move her hips and meet the wonderful feeling of Arizona's fingers inside of her. The smaller woman's touch was soft and gentle, yet also passionate and hot. Arizona had never touched her like she currently was. Even their first time together had not been so gentle. They'd both made love passionately to the other, as lovers often do their first time together.
This experience was entirely new to Callie. It truly was what Arizona had told her. An apology. A great act of love.
"I love you, too." the blonde said, but her words were choked off by her own crying. She let her head fall, once again, to Callie's neck and shoulder and continued to move her fingers inside of her.
The hand on her breast was squeezing her with more urgency the longer they both prolonged their lovemaking. Callie's fingers at the base of her neck were slowly climbing up her into her hair and their sensations moved Arizona like nothing else could have.
Positioning herself against the Latina's thigh, she proceeded to rub her sex, wetly, against it as she increased her finger's pace slightly.
They moved together for what felt like hours. Whispered and heated declarations of love were spoken over and over to one another. Breathing increased as hearts raced to supply blood to vital organs. Tears released themselves and fingers and lips touched everywhere they could.
When Arizona felt herself starting to come, she slowed her pace against Callie's thigh and brought her head up to meet her lover's face.
Callie turned to greet her and smiled before nodding her head.
"It's okay...go ahead."
The blonde shook her blonde head. "No, I want you to come first."
The Latina laughed and moved her hips faster against Arizona's fingers. She heard the moan that escaped pink lips and a moment later, the smaller woman was rubbing herself hotly, once again, on her thigh.
Their orgasms roared through their bodies and caused them both to nearly scream with abandon. Time lost all meaning and the only thing the two of them could hold on to was each other. They were each other's life line in an ocean of pleasure in a world of love.
Arizona had never felt her fingers being squeezed so tightly as they were now. It was almost painful as was the buring hot sensation that was currently assaulting her clit as her orgasm burned through her body.
The amount of liquid heat that spilled past her fingers was everything she wanted. Everything she lived for. Callie was coming because of her and that was how it should have been. The beautiful, wonderful sounds coming from Callie's equally beautiful mouth were music to her ears. Her name being sung from those full lips was her undoing and she felt herself come again against her lover's thigh.
Her body shook violently and in another breath, both she and Callie were still. Her body collapsed on top of the dark skin beneath her and all was quiet in the room.
There was so much that still needed to be said. There were conversations in their future that need to be discussed. Planning needed to take place. Decisions needed to be made. Promises needed to be spoken.
As Arizona moved to Callie's side and wrapped her in her arms, the knowledge of everything they needed to do made her smile. She knew that all those things would take place. She would ensure that they did. Twice, she'd lost Callie because of her stubborn pig-headedness. She wasn't ever going to allow a third occurrence to take place.
She felt the Latina begin to cry and a moment later, a long tanned leg was thrown across her body. Arizona ran her hands through Callie's shorter hair and peppered light, reassuring kisses across her brow.
"I love you, Calliope.
Callie sniffed and ran her ran across the blonde's chest. Laughing with her own contentment, she kissed the side of the blonde's neck.
"I love you, too, Arizona. Let's not be idiots anymore, okay?"
The blue eyed woman wrapped her arms around her more tightly and sighed. Trailing her hands down Callie's arm, she replied, "It's a deal. No more being idiots."