The young blonde wastes no time in quickly unlocking her apartment door, feeling me pressed up against her from behind. I've long since shoved any rational train of thought to the back of my mind, with full intention of enjoying this female form in front of me without allowing thoughts to linger about whether or not this is actually a good idea.

With my hands trailing along Leah's hips, about to travel under her top, I can feel my body tensing with anticipation. With everything that's happened in my life recently - Lauren, Callie taking Sofia, Callie reclaiming her apartment – I just want to do something easy and enjoyable. I used to be good at this, at seducing other women into a one-night stand. Even with Lauren, even though she was the one seducing me, I fell into her in a way that was completely intoxicating, and familiar.

Lauren's charisma, her talent, her skill, it was such a turn on. And when she finally convinced me to lock us inside that on-call room, I found myself becoming instinctual. I knew how to kiss a woman properly, how to casually switch between dominance and submission. I knew how to take her clothes off in just the right way; no awkwardness or embarrassment could be found in my actions, because in that room, I became the old Arizona. In that room, with the lightning flashing around us, I let go of who I was while married to Callie, and I fell back into the rush of who I used to be. It felt amazing. I both lost control, and gained it. I was completely enraptured by Lauren and everything she had to offer me. That night, I fell into old habits. And damn, did it feel good.

Now here I am again, with another woman extremely close to my body, wanting to explore the possibilities of where this night can go. No, my attraction to Murphy isn't nearly what it was with Lauren. Nonetheless, she's pretty, like I said. And what she's offering me is exactly what I want. I want to forget about everything that went wrong between Callie and I, and focus on the here and now. I want to remember what it feels like to have no worries or concerns, or even stress, about sleeping with someone you barely know. I want to remember what it feels like to be completely lost in the adrenaline-filled moments of feeling two bodies pressed into each other's curves. Lauren made me realize that my prosthetic is nothing to be ashamed of, something I was disappointed Callie could not do. With that knowledge, I want to show Leah exactly what kind of woman she decided to take home tonight, the kind of woman that can show her a truly good time.

As the door to Murphy's apartment opens, I push her forward, effectively slamming the door against the wall inside. I kick the door shut with my foot, and grab Leah by the waist. She tries to turn and face me, but I don't let her. Instead, I collide my body with hers from behind, and move her long blonde locks away from her neck. I bring my lips down and kiss her soft skin. I feel her hands reach around and grip my hips. She holds me tightly against her back. My gentle kiss isn't gentle for long, as I trail my tongue up to her ear, much like she did to me earlier at the bar. I nip at her skin, knowing how sensitive the area is. When I hear her breath hitch, I can't help but grin.

I continue to taste her, to allow my lips and tongue to travel around her ear, up and down her neck. I feel Leah's right hand move from my hip, to wrap around my neck, under my hair. She pulls me down into her, her nails anything but kind against my skin. I don't mind her desire to mark me, but I'm surprised by it. I never would have pictured this woman to be so forthcoming, so direct. After all, she came on to me tonight, not the other way around. Suddenly overcome with the desire to show Leah exactly how direct I can be in return, I harshly push her forward to a nearby wall. She doesn't hesitate in quickly moving her left hand to rest against the painted surface, to stop her body from taking the brunt of the impact. I can tell, tonight is not going to consist of slow, tender lovemaking. This encounter is physical, exhilarating, impulsive. I'm loving it. And from the sounds I can just barely hear falling from Leah's lips, she's loving it too.

I take advantage of how Murphy is standing in front of me, face to the wall, left hand braced against it, and admire the fact that I have control over her. I move my mouth to her ear once more, and both of my hands slip underneath her shirt. The very second my fingertips touch her smooth skin, Leah drops her forehead against the wall and moans softly. If such a small touch can cause her to have this strong of a reaction… I can't wait to see what other sounds I can bring forth from her delicious mouth.

"I want you to do something for me," I whisper in her ear, subtly bringing my hands forward from her hips, to her stomach. I feel how toned she is and I silently savor the sensation. I can't wait to look at her stomach, to run my tongue along it later and see if I can cause it to perspire, to twitch during a moment of intense passion.

"Yeah?" Leah responds, barely able to form the word. My hands wander up, and I trace the outline of her bra.

"Keep both of your hands on the wall, for now. Can you do that?"

Instead of responding, Leah simply puts her right hand on the wall to join her left and nods. Her breathing is faster than normal. Her skin is becoming hotter by the second. I seem to have an affect on this woman. I like knowing that.

I trail my fingertips along her bra and I take notice of the goose bumps that erupt across her skin. When I make it to the top of her breasts, I trace the outline of her cleavage and find myself needing to resist the temptation to rip her bra off in one single motion. Instead, I make due with a strong, firm grasp to her right breast, gripping her tightly. Damn, she has hot breasts.

"Arizona!" Leah gasps quietly, her head suddenly no longer leaning against the wall but instead arching back. My left hand seems to have a mind of its own as it leaves Leah's abdomen and I find myself scraping my nails along the newly exposed left side of her neck. This only causes her to lean back more, to allow my nails to scrape a little farther, a little harder. She must like it rough. Or, am I the one who likes it rough? Shit, I don't know.

I'm loving the feeling of this woman in front of me. My left hand scraping, every once in a while gripping, her neck. My right hand grabbing at her firm breast. Murphy's hands are flat against the wall, and her neck is leaning back. Wanting to feel closer to her, I step in as close as I possibly can, allowing my breasts to push against her slim back. When she feels me do this, she allows her head to fall back on my shoulder. No longer wanting Murphy's mouth to be silent, I quickly push my hand past her bra and smother her breast with my palm. Just as I wanted, Leah clenches her eyes shut and moans. I caused her to make that sound. It's incredibly hot.

I'm not soft with her, or tender. I pinch her nipple in between my fingers, and I feel her squirm against me. I pull, and twist, and I notice her hands change from being flat against the wall, to form fists. I continue to torture Leah for another few moments, never letting up on her breast or her neck. When I feel her suddenly push her ass backwards, hitting me in a very intimate spot, I growl unexpectedly. She's turning me on in such a good way.

I shift my body then, to the left. I move both of my hands back to Leah's firm stomach, and I allow my right thigh to shove right up against the very ass that just pushed against me. She feels my leg against her, and she matches my movement.

"Please," Murphy whispers erotically.

"Please?" I move my mouth to her ear. "What do you want? I'll give it to you."

I want her to know that I'm the one in charge here. I'm the older one, the more experienced one. I'm the one that's going to be fucking her tonight, not some innocent, unsure woman. I am anything but innocent, and I know exactly what I want to do to her, with her.

"Can I turn around?" She asks, quietly. I briefly consider her request. I've been enjoying this position. I slowly step back, breaking away from Leah's body, but still standing only an inch from her. She takes this as my answer and turns to face me. Her eyes are hooded again, like they were at the bar earlier.

"God damn, you are so beautiful."

Her words hit me, and I find myself smiling at her. I watch as her eyes travel along my face, down my neck, all the way down my body. I can practically feel every spot that her eyes touch. Finally, she moves forward and connects our bodies again. Our hands start exploring the other once more, making it all the more obvious that we both want this, badly. When I see Murphy glance down at my lips, I don't let her make the move. Instead, I cover the distance between us and my tongue traces her bottom lip. Our tongues touch, and this time, I find myself wondering how skilled her tongue is. I imagine I may later find out. The thought causes me to grip her body just a little tighter.

I start to raise Leah's top, deciding that I want to see the toned stomach I was just feeling moments ago. Not to mention those breasts… I really want to see those. Leah catches my drift and pulls away from our heated kiss, raising her arms. I actually feel disappointed at having to break away from her mouth. She has incredibly soft lips. Not to mention, she's a damn good kisser. Nonetheless, I pull her top over her head, and when I look down at her, I'm definitely not disappointed with what I see.

"Fuck."

The word slips from my mouth as my eyes stare down at her sexy lace bra, the delicious amount of cleavage showing, and the taut stomach just below. In this moment, I'm glad Leah came onto me tonight, because I hadn't even thought of her in this way before today.

"I'll take that as a good sign, then?" Murphy asks, smirking at me, before bringing her lips back to mine. I return her kiss, fervently. I quickly find her bra clasp and undo it in one swift movement. I pull her bra straps down her arms and throw the garment to the side. Before Leah realizes what I'm about to do, I end our kiss and bring my mouth down onto her left breast. I take her nipple against my tongue and forcefully suck at it. I hear her cry out, which only causes me to suck at her nipple harder. My hands claw at her stomach, her hips, her lower back. The sounds I hear her making spur me on.

Suddenly, I feel Leah use both of her hands to grip my neck and pull me up to her face. She wants to take control of the situation. She kisses me again, this time pushing me forward. I stumble, and her hands steady me. I allow her to kiss me while I move backward. She guides me along the way. When I feel the softness of her couch hit my back, I lean against it. No sooner have we arrived at the couch, does Leah trail her hand to my back. I feel her fingers hit the zipper of my dress. Without even the slightest bit of help from me, she easily slides it down, never breaking away from my mouth.

I know Leah's about to remove my red dress, which means she'll soon see my prosthetic. Before letting her, just in case she has some sort of negative reaction, I halt her hands from pulling the dress down my body. I switch our positions, twirling us so her back is against the couch and I'm the one pinning her to it. My dress is loose against me, but it's not going to fall off without a little help.

I regain control of our situation and continue to kiss the young woman in front of me. After a moment, I move my lips to her jaw. Her head tilts back and I slide my tongue along her neck, downward. I hit her collarbone and leave a path of kisses on my way to her delectable breasts. I waste no time in covering her nipple with my mouth once more, while my spare hand wraps around her other breast. I squeeze at them until her nipples are taut with tension. I glance up and notice Murphy is biting down on her lower lip. It's a very sexy sight.

Ever so slowly, I bring my body down onto the ground in a kneeling position. My prosthetic allows me to do most things, including kneel, but I have to position myself slowly so as to balance my weight. Once I've settled on my knees, I finally allow my eyes to take in the sensual planes of Leah's firm stomach. I kiss around her belly button while my hands trace the lines of her sides. I never could have imagined such a stunning body underneath the loose scrubs that we have to wear at the hospital. They certainly don't do her justice.

I look up at Leah, and her gaze catches mine. Her hands are against the back of the couch, and the vision of her standing there, with nothing on but a pair of pants and a lustful expression… causes my thighs to fidget, desperate for some sort of friction. But right now, it's not about me. It's about how badly I want to devour this woman in front of me. I want to hear what kinds of sounds she makes and learn exactly how her body responds before, during, and after orgasm. The thought alone excites me. I bring my hands up and grab Leah's ass. I squeeze tightly as I trace my tongue right above where her black pants are sitting. I'm starting to enjoy the feeling of her skin under my tongue.

I begin to undo the black pants while keeping my mouth occupied with kissing and tasting. I hook my thumbs in the sides of the material and begin to pull them down Murphy's slender legs. As I drag them farther and farther down, my hands slide along her smooth skin. It could be the angle at which I'm resting, but right now, her legs look like they could go on forever. They're strong and defined, and I enjoy the sensation of tough muscle under my fingers.

When the pants hit the ground, Murphy quickly steps out of them and kicks them to the side. I admire the panties in front of me, matching the bra now thrown somewhere inside the apartment. Without touching her exactly where I intend to go, I can already tell how aroused she is. I can smell her excitement. It's invigorating.

I take note of Leah's hands still against the couch, almost bunching the soft fabric. She's anxious, eager. Truth be told, so am I. I scrape my nails along the backs of her thighs. She gasps. I savor it. I use my teeth to pull the panties down a bit, dragging them the rest of the way with my hand. Once again, she steps out of the cloth and kicks it to the side. I look up one final time, stare directly into Leah's eyes, and send a wink her way. Her lips part, and in that moment I dive in to her hot center.

She's so very wet. My tongue delves in and tastes what Murphy is all about. She moans above me, and soon her hands have left the couch to find haven in my hair. Her fingernails grip me tightly and the sounds above my ears are soft, but consistent. My tongue slides up and down, left to right, and I explore which areas make the woman above me particularly loud. When I drift over her clit, I clench her thighs at the same time.

"Yes!" Her exclamation is somewhere between a whisper and an outward cry. Her voice is hoarse.

I suck her clit into my mouth. Leah squeezes my head and I know she's loving it. I continue to grip her legs, all the while sucking and licking at one of the most sensitive areas on this young woman's body. She groans when I eventually stop my ministrations and move my tongue down to her ever-increasing wet opening. I promptly thrust my tongue inside her, and damn does she cry out. I move my tongue in every direction, at every angle. I want this woman to feel my tongue as deep inside her as possible.

I'm surprised when I start to feel Murphy's body tense up, and the walls around my tongue stiffen. No, I don't want her to come yet. I want her to come when I want her to. And that's not quite yet. I pull my tongue out and move my hands away from her thighs.

"What, why-" She looks down at me, confused. I smile back. I put my hand out next to me, indicating for her to give me her hand as support. She gives it to me, and I stand up. I touch her lips with mine, and while she's distracted and baffled by my movements, I very rapidly find her moist opening with my dominant hand and push deep inside her.

"Shit!"

Leah throws her head back, her hips jolt forward, and my left hand finds a sturdy place to rest against her waist. I thrust inside her repeatedly, knowing that she will come soon and wanting to make the most of the time I have left before she does. I use my left hand to pull Leah's body roughly into me each time that my right hand plunges into her. I'm fast, but steady.

My thumb rests along her clit, and with each shove inward, it pushes against the sensitive spot. I feel Leah's hands all over me now, erratic. She's clinging to me, tense and on the very edge of where I want her to be. Right as I feel her walls clenching around my fingers, I move my mouth down to the soft area in between her shoulder and her neck. I wait for her, never stopping my fast, hard thrusts. I continue to shove her waist into me with each push, knowing how good it feels to be hit so deep inside. Her back begins to arch, her mouth opens, and I can tell that she's on the precipice. I move my mouth down and, learning how much Leah appears to like it rough, I sink my teeth into her delicate skin. She bites down on her lip, stifling the loud moan that I've caused to fall from her lips. It's not nearly as loud as I had hoped, but it's still satisfying, sort of.

I slow the movements of my fingers deep inside her, but I don't stop for a while. I want her to ride out every spasm, every tingle that shoots through her body. And finally, finally, when her orgasm is over, I simply leave my hand inside her. I take in the sensation of her inner walls twitching against me for a few moments, until they subside entirely. When this happens, I delicately pull out, and she sighs at the loss.

Eventually, Leah opens her previously closed eyes and looks at me, appearing dazed in the euphoric phase that comes after an orgasm. I could let her relax, I could let her relish this period of calm and peacefulness… but I don't want to. That's not what this night is about anyway, right?

I give the young woman a deep, thorough, passionate kiss, letting her know that we are anything but done. I move my lips to her ear and my tongue moves along the outside of it. I can hear her half gasp, half sigh.

"You weren't nearly as loud as I expected you to be," I say, softly.

"Mm. I'm not normally loud at all," she says back, almost dreamily.

"Is that so? Well, in that case, where's your bedroom? This is so not over." I pull back and look at the blonde. She raises her eyebrow at me.

"I think you're the one that needs to make some noise, not me." She looks at my mouth. "I still have to show you what kind of experience I have, remember?"

This causes me to laugh.

"Oh yeah, experience. You're like ten years younger than me. I have so much more knowledge than you do babe." I chuckle at her as she moves in to kiss me. Just before her lips touch mine, she responds with hot breath hitting me in a very alluring way.

"Dr. Robbins, it's time for me to teach you a thing or two."

And with that comment, Leah turns the tables on me and grips my body in a way that says she has every intention of being in control of our next sexual adventure. I feel her hands begin to slip under my already loosened dress, and for now, I decide to let her think she's the one in command.

For now.