Callie would have to have been blind to miss the looks Arizona kept throwing her, as they made their way down the hallway of the Museum of Science and Industry. She purposefully kept her eyes trained on the map in her hands – as they had decided to head towards an exhibit on genetics and anatomy, even as she could feel her face warm from those looks.

Arizona had been throwing the looks at her for the last hour, ever since they left their hotel room and headed out to start their day. But the looks were coming more frequently now, and it was getting really, really hard to ignore.

Finally, she dropped her hands, and the map, to her sides as she spun on her heel to face the blonde, "What is it?"

Arizona's eyes widened before she lifted her eyebrow in question, "What do you mean?"

"You – you keep looking at me," she explained, shrugging her shoulders, "Ever since we left the hotel. Why? Do I have something on my face?"

She felt like that was rather unlikely, given the fact that she'd just showered before leaving the hotel, and she was perfectly clean then. But there had to be something.

But then the confused look on Arizona's face morphed into a big smile, her dimples popping and everything, as she just shook her head, "Nope, nothing on your face."

Dark eyes rolled, even though she felt a strange fluttering in her stomach, "Then – why?"

The blonde just stayed there grinning up at her for a second, before stating with certainty, "Callie Torres, you hate waking up in the morning."

Now she was the confused one, and she shook her head slightly, "Yeah? So?" she crossed her arms, as she stared at Arizona, feeling like some sort of table had been turned on her.

"You hate waking up in the morning, yet when I came out of the shower this morning, you were up and getting ready to go before I could even wake you up. You set an alarm," she was practically glowing, Callie thought.

Which made her even more uncomfortable, the pit of her stomach feeling all tight and weirdly full of butterflies with the way Arizona was smiling at her, all knowingly, "So?"

"So, you woke up early this morning just to come out to the museum with me!" Arizona excitedly poked her finger against Callie's chest, and even though her t-shirt she could feel the slight warmth of it. She was ready to deny it before Arizona shook her head, "Don't even lie, Callie. There is no reason you would be up this early unless it was to come be with me."

She could feel herself blushing as she reached up to knock Arizona's hand away from her, "I wasn't going to lie," she denied, even though she totally had been. But, clearly, it wasn't going to be of any use.

Arizona was learning about her on this trip, the same way she was learning so much about the blonde, too.

A part of her felt thrilled with it.

Clearing her throat, she looked down at the map again even though she knew where to go, "Don't make it such a big deal," she grumbled at Arizona's triumphant grin.

"Don't make it such a big deal?" Arizona questioned as they started walking again, "Look at you, wanting to hang out with me."

Her mouth fell open, and she readily denied that, "Don't be ridiculous."

Arizona's smile somehow only grew at her words, "Okay, Callie," she agreed, with pseudo-seriousness.

She didn't say anything in response, despite the small grin tugging at her lips. It was impossible not to smile at the ridiculous enthusiasm Arizona was showing at such a small thing. And okay, maybe she had woken up purposefully early because she'd been worried Arizona was going to leave without her again today, as she had done when Callie had fallen into a nap yesterday.

And her fear had been a right one, because when she had woken up, Arizona herself was already halfway done getting ready to go out, when she usually woke Callie up before getting in the shower so that Callie had time to get ready, herself.

Stop. It's not a fear. You weren't afraid that Arizona was going to leave you alone, come on now. You woke up yesterday and felt like shit that you had fallen asleep and she spent the day alone.

Fine, it wasn't a fear. Maybe I did feel badly. What's the big deal about that? So what? I'm not a complete bitch.

Mhmm. It has nothing to do with you liking her.

How many times do we have to go over the denial?

Arizona's hand on her arm jerked her away from her own thoughts, and she looked down to see Arizona leading them into the human body exhibit they'd been looking for, asking, "Is it weird that out of the many things we could be doing, we decide to see a science museum?"

Callie chuckled, and couldn't resist lightly bumping Arizona's shoulder with hers, "No. I mean, we're both science nerds. Come on, almost everyone we know from school would want to be here, too."

Arizona considered her words for only a moment before nodding, "That's fair."

The exhibit was full of interactive media and some games about anatomy – and Callie figured that she and Arizona probably knew most of what was on display already, after having taken all of their classes. Beyond the exhibit, the wall was lined with windows, overlooking Jackson Park.

She kind of wanted to walk around the park with Arizona, after this. After all, Arizona had told her yesterday about how she had wanted pictures, and it was beautiful out there.

Though, Callie decided she didn't think she could really handle being in said pictures with the blonde like she had been last night. To get them both properly in the picture, Arizona had leaned in so close against her chest and she'd barely been able to breathe regularly.

So, yeah. Not much more of that. But still.

As Arizona tapped lightly on an interactive screen, Callie turned her attention back to Arizona and the cutely concentrated look on her face; it would probably do her well to tell Arizona what she had planned for them later ahead of time, and she cleared her throat, "So… while you were in the shower this morning, I kind of made some changes to the itinerary."

The blonde lifted her eyebrow, intrigue written all over her face as she turned away from the exhibit, "Okay? Where are we going next?"

"Well, it's not exactly next – I mean, we have the rest of the evening. But I might have made alternate arrangements for our hotel stay tonight," she hedged, and as Arizona opened her mouth, Callie could see the questions forming on her tongue, so she quickly added, "I know the night at the Archfield was already paid for, so don't worry, I paid for the other hotel myself."

Arizona just shook her head lightly, her amusement clear, "I don't understand why the place we really are only sleeping in is so important to you, but okay."

All right, Callie admitted that she was kind of excited, and she lowered her voice into a playful whisper, "It's the Congress Plaza Hotel." When all she received was a questioning look, she sighed, "You need some culture, Robbins. It's a famously haunted hotel!"

She hadn't known exactly what response she was expecting, but it certainly wasn't an affronted gasp, "I am not staying in a haunted hotel, Callie Torres."

Which made her chuckle, "Robbins, things like ghosts and hauntings don't really exist."

"Logically, yes, I know that. But on the other hand, you don't know what's out there!" Arizona placed both of her hands on her hips, staring Callie down. She couldn't take the blonde seriously, though, when she was arguing that she was afraid of ghosts, and standing there all self-righteous, her hands on her hips and sun shining through her hair like a halo.

So she just smirked in response and ignored the way her stomach felt – all tingly and, and just warm.

It seemed to exasperate the blonde, who threw her hands in the air, "If you don't believe in all of this stuff in the first place, then why do you want to stay there, anyway?"

There were many answers to that – the history of it, the fact that it was just… beautiful, and the fact that they were staying at the Archfield Hotel Chicago, which happened to be the hotel chain that her father was the CEO of.

Which, typically, wouldn't be an issue with her. Her dad's hotels were exceptionally nice, and she'd stayed in them nearly every time she had traveled in her life, especially every time they were traveling as a family.

No, the issue of it all was that Callie went to fairly decent lengths to not disclose who her family was to people. Even going to a private high school where everyone else had wealthy parents, she had still stuck out like a sore thumb with only a few friends. So when she'd started college, she took everything she knew and used it to her advantage.

Granted, it had helped that she grew out of certain things, such as chewing on her hair and drawing on her jeans. It also helped that certain things that made her who she was – her affinity for cars, her sarcasm, her taste in music – weren't really things that made her weird anymore. But the final step she made towards making true friends and making sure she was liked for who she was, was not telling people about her dad's profession.

Only a couple of friends she had made from undergrad knew about her family, because eventually it stopped being something that weighed on her, and more of something that had nothing to do with her, really. It was just… nothing. A secret nothing.

Elise had only found out after six months of living together because she had stumbled upon something in Callie's mail.

Anyway, the point was that actually staying in a hotel that she had stayed in before with her family put her on edge. She and Arizona might have been getting closer, or become friends or friend-things or – or whatever they were, but some things were still her own.

A dark eyebrow arched up as she asked, "You did say I could decide where we were staying next, right?"

Arizona's answering groan was all the acquiescence she needed, and it made her grin. Maybe it was too much fun for her to mess with Arizona like this.

That feeling in the pit of her stomach that was obscenely pleased with the playful pout on Arizona's face agreed.

There were hands in her hair. Soft hands, with long fingers, tugging, as her mouth was moving up and down a throat, the same throat that was releasing whimpers and sighs above her.

"Callie," the voice above her sighed out, and it sounded like music to her ears.

She groaned in response, her hands moving to slim hips below her, which were rolling against hers.

"Callie," came the voice again, this time demanding. Much more serious, and confusion started pulling at her when she looked up, and all she could see was blonde hair on her pillow for just a moment, before it was gone. The whole other body was gone, and she was alone.

Sitting up in bed, she looked around in her room in her and Elise's apartment, "Hmm?"

Then she jumped as there was a hand on her shoulder, shaking her as the voice came in loud and clear, "Callie!"

Confused, dark eyes blinked open for real this time, as she realized that she was not her room back at her apartment – and said bed most definitely did not have a blonde someone in it, and the thundering sound of her heart beating in her ears calmed down just a bit.

It was just a dream. Just a dream. Thankfully.

Thankfully? Come on. Like you don't want her in your bed.

I don't know who it was in the dream.

… are you still spinning that story to yourself?

Shut the hell up.

It was only then that she put two and two together, and realized that she was, in fact, in the hotel bed that she had fallen asleep in, god knew how long ago. Well, probably not that long ago, she reasoned, as she registered that the room was still completely dark.

Then Arizona's warm hand that had been on her shoulder was gone and the lamp next to her bed switched on, making her blink quickly, confusion still clouding her mind, even as she felt fucking blinded by the light, "Robbins? What the fuck?"

"Yes, Callie, what the fuck? You've been asleep for over two hours in this frigging haunted hotel, meanwhile, I've been terrified," Arizona whispered back to her, arms crossed around her waist.

She could hardly make out blue eyes glaring at her before she shut her own against the offensively glaring light, "Shut that damn light off, and we'll talk."

As much talking as she was wont to do after being woken from a dead sleep, anyway.

A sigh of relief was blown out between her lips when she heard the lamp click off, and she opened her eyes once more, quickly adjusting to a fidgeting Arizona standing next to her bed, "So… what's so important that you woke me up about it?"

Callie almost felt Arizona's eye roll from a foot away, before Arizona sighed – heavily – and she felt Arizona sit on the edge of the bed before she saw her, "I can't sleep."

Lifting her eyebrow in question, she gestured vaguely with her hands, "And I can help you with that, how?"

Somewhere in a back corner recess of her mind, she had a vague thought about her dream and an inner voice that she hardly recognized whispered, would it help if I tired you out?

Fucking Christ, she was ridiculously glad that it was too dark for Arizona to see the way she could feel her cheeks heating up. That thought definitely had to come from the still basically asleep area of her mind that still imagined being in bed with that mysterious blonde in her dream.

Mysterious. Right.

Arizona was completely oblivious to her inner turmoil, of course, and now that her eyes had adjusted as much as they could, Callie could make out the way she tilted her head, and how the wavy blonde locks tilted with her, her bottom lip drawn between her teeth, "Well, it's not that I'm not tired," she hedged.

And Callie could tell that there was more to it, as she just shook her head slightly, "Okay?"

"It's – it's your fault, Callie! You brought us to this haunted hotel, that you knew I was scared of, and you fell asleep within like minutes of your head hitting the pillow, meanwhile, I'm stuck over there, imagining every single scenario from every horror movie I've ever allowed myself to watch," her voice was laced with some sort of mixture of annoyance and exasperation.

Which she refused to find endearing.

But she did feel a little guilt burrowing inside of her, so she sat up a bit farther herself, leaning against the headboard, "So, you can't sleep in here because it's supposedly haunted," she summed up, only waiting for the slight nodding of Arizona's head before she continued, "What do you want to do? I mean, it's a little late – um, early?"

She craned her head to look at the alarm clock on the table that told her it was after one in the morning, "Yeah, early, to check out or find somewhere else to stay, but I guess we could…" she trailed off, already thinking that she could get them a room if they went back to the Archfield, even at this time of night.

But Arizona was shaking her head and giving her an incredulous look, "What? No! No, that's a little silly." Then a small smile crept up on her lips, that was probably the most painfully adorable thing she'd ever seen – also must have been the freshly woken area of her brain talking – before she answered, "Though, it's surprisingly sweet that you actually would consider that, especially after I woke you up. And you're usually such a grump, too," she teased.

Which made Callie blush – again, and slump back, "I'm not being sweet. I just don't want to be stuck with you tomorrow when you're all grouchy from lack of sleep."

The blonde just kept that small smile, before shaking her head slightly, "You're the only person I know who wants to be known as a grump instead of sweet."

She just shrugged, because there was no way she could possibly explain that while, yes, she had no problem being known as a grump, it wasn't really all that simple of a summary when it came to Arizona. But it was better that the blonde think that it was.

Shaking her head to get back to the matter at hand, she asked, "If you can't sleep here, but you don't want to leave, you woke me up because…?"

The blonde's eyebrows scrunched together as she took in a deep breath, "Can I –" she cut herself off before she lifted a hand to vaguely gesture at Callie's bed, as if to say you know?

Confused, she looked around her bed, convinced she was still too groggy to understand what was going on, but only for a moment before it dawned on her to realize what the difference was between her bed and Arizona's, and the difference was obviously – her.

Upon the realization, she froze in place, her hands digging slightly into the blankets on her lap, and her voice was a notch lower than usual as she asked, "You… want to sleep in bed, with me?"

Arizona's responding sigh told her all of the answer that she needed, even before she nodded, "I know it's not ideal, but I keep picturing these Paranormal Activity scenarios happening to me over there," she gestured to her own empty bed, where the sheets were now all rumpled, presumably from Arizona tossing and turning in them.

Her mind was still honestly trying to comprehend the fact that Arizona Robbins was sitting in her bed in their hotel room, wanting to sleep with her. In a totally non-dirty way, of course, but still. God.

Clearing her throat, she shook her head, "I – what makes you think that the shit from Paranormal Activity isn't going to get you from my bed?"

"It's not – I don't really, truly believe in it, Callie," Arizona snapped, "It's just that one little worry in the back of my mind. And, as I mentioned, it's your fault, for moving us out of our perfectly nice hotel, and to this place."

With a sigh, she leaned even farther back against the headboard, her mind at war with itself. On one hand, she seriously considered telling Arizona to go back to her own bed, because… all right, they had been sleeping in the same room in this trip every night, and she knew what Arizona wore to bed.

It was all little tight tank tops and tiny shorts. And it was easy-ish to pretend that she didn't notice or care when the blonde was under her own blankets, in her own bed. But having Arizona in her bed, under her blankets, with her?

She thought this trip was supposed to be a good time to get over whatever these feelings were for the blonde and start a tentative friendship; not feeling all warm and tingly – fuck, Callie, just say it – okay, aroused, around her and sleeping in the same bed with decidedly unfriendly thoughts.

On the other hand, she was the one who decided to stay here, thinking it was cool – and it was cool, and beautiful – but still, it was her choice. And if she didn't do this, Arizona really actually might not sleep tonight, which would make her feel ridiculously guilty in the morning.

And… well, on that same hand, was the fact that you're going to be sleeping in bed with Arizona in her tank top and short shorts!

Were you not paying attention when that was decided to be a con? Do you ever listen to me?

Obviously not because if I did then where would you get your reality check?

With a groan, she brought her hands up and rubbed her face. Fuck. Okay. If she was going to maintain that she really didn't have these strong feelings for Arizona, then it wouldn't matter if she let her sleep in her bed, right?

"Right," she answered herself in a barely there whisper.

Which just made Arizona's baby blues stare at her, wise with confusion, "What?"

A dark head shook, "Nothing. I just…" she trailed off, and could feel herself shaking slightly, her stomach tying itself up with nerves and anticipation, as she pulled the blankets back, revealing her own legs in her shorts.

As soon as she could, she crawled over to the other side of the bed. Both of the beds were full-sized, and although it clearly wasn't the queen she was used to at home, it was big enough for both of them to be in without touching.

She settled back into the blankets, feeling how tense her own shoulders were as she pushed herself down so she was lying against the cold pillow, kind of regretting letting Arizona take her warm spot in the bed.

Though if she was being honest with herself, the little appreciative sigh the blonde let out that hit her right in the chest was kind of worth it.

Dark eyes turned in her direction just in time to see Arizona pulling the covers up over her stomach and doing this little wiggling-thing to get comfortable that just made Callie smile. All right, she blew out a breath, she could do this.

With that, she gave Arizona one more quick look, but the blonde was making herself comfortable and didn't notice, before she rolled onto her side so that her back was to the blonde.

Easy. This was ridiculously easy, she thought with satisfaction, as she closed her eyes once more, not bothering to hide her yawn. After a few minutes, she could feel herself start to nod off again, stuck in that pleasant place between being awake and asleep.

Before she felt Arizona shift, which slightly jarred her awake, but not enough to actually open her eyes – the blonde was probably just trying to get comfortable. But then every single muscle in her body tensed, as she felt Arizona's warm, smooth leg brush against her own under the sheet.

Trying to force herself to relax again – at least telling herself that it was just a mistake – she remained in the same place, albeit eyes wide open, facing the dark wall. She could still feel the area of her leg, from the back of her thigh over the back of her knee to her calf, all warm and as if Arizona's leg was still there.

Aaand that was when she felt Arizona shift again, and they weren't touching, but the blonde's warmth was close enough that she could feel it all up and down her back. Still, she remained exactly where she was, completely frozen in place.

Then Arizona started to whisper, "I tried to sleep for over an hour. But when I couldn't, I picked up my phone and started looking stuff up about this hotel. Did you know that, apparently HH Holmes used to scout out young women in the lobby before taking them to his murder castle to kill them? And apparently, there is a room on the twelfth floor that was so freaky, it's been sealed shut from the inside so no one can ever go in there again? Not to mention –"

All right, she had definitely heard enough, and she quickly rolled over onto her side, giving Arizona a look that clearly said she thought the blonde was insane, "Why in the world would you do that?"

All she got in response was a narrowed-eyed look before an eye roll, "Because I couldn't help myself! You were asleep, and you sleep like the damn dead, so you weren't waking up whenever I said your name. I was trying to prove to myself that there were no stories to freak out about, and found the exact opposite!"

Arizona's breath was warm and smelled dimly like mint, still, from when she had brushed her teeth before bed hours ago. She only knew this because after Arizona's impassioned little rant, she realized how fucking close they became when she'd rolled over.

They were literally sharing the same pillow now.

For a moment, she tried to inch back as inconspicuously as she could, but she had moved over to the edge when she'd crawled over here.

With a deep breath, the hand that she had under the pillow curled into a fist around the cool material, "Arizona, listen to me. This place isn't haunted; those are just stories. The ghost sightings people have are people's imagination. It's no different than any other place we've stayed, except it has a more… colorful history."

When they heard a bang, she instinctively jumped, though she rolled her eyes at herself because she knew it was just a pipe or something. After all, the building was over a hundred years old.

But because of the traitorous jump, she had to face the way Arizona gave her a satisfied, smug look. She hated that she wanted to smile back, and simply shook her head, "Pipes, Arizona. You just said you don't believe in this stuff," she reminded her, this time giving in to a grin.

Arizona rolled her eyes, "Be quiet, Callie."

"Gladly," she tossed back, and out of nowhere got the urge to playfully reach out and poke Arizona lightly in the stomach. That was only inches away from her, but she resisted the urge, because it would really break that no touching thing she had implemented on herself.

Instead, she carefully rolled back over to be just on the edge of the mattress, right back in the position she was in a few minutes ago. However, this time, she couldn't close her eyes and will herself to sleep. She felt wide awake, now, feeling like there was electricity running through her veins, caused by how close Arizona was to her.

There were more quiet sounds in the next minutes – sounds that were logically explained by the location of the hotel in a highly populated area and that the building was really old – but she supposed she could understand how they could keep someone who was a little afraid of the hotel awake at night.

She was nearly relaxed enough to close her eyes and attempt to sleep again, despite the warmth from Arizona's body causing all of these unwarranted problems, before she felt Arizona shift again, coming even closer, taking another few of those precious inches away.

Her fist under the pillow tightened almost painfully, as she heard Arizona whisper, "See? Now you can't sleep either. I told you it was some freaky stuff."

Callie nearly let her choked laugh escape, but she caught herself before she made a peep. Because there was no way she was going to lie and say that ghosts and fake horror were keeping her away, and there was absolutely no way in hell that she was going to tell Arizona the truth.

So, she just ignored her.

And when she felt Arizona moving again, coming even closer, it was instinct that told her the blonde was checking to see if her eyes were still open, to peek if she was awake or not. Quickly, she closed her eyes.

But Arizona wasn't deterred, and she settled back down right behind her, before whispering so quietly it felt intimate, "I know you're not asleep."

Her breath ghosted across the back of her neck with the words, and she had no hope of controlling the shiver that rolled through her. They had never been this close to one another, with the exception of – well, obviously, the kiss.

Thankfully, it was too dark for Arizona to actually be able to see her shiver, and she remained silent, because there wasn't actually a way for Arizona to know she wasn't asleep. Right?

But her bedmate didn't move and spoke again, "See, I've been sleeping in a room with you long enough at this point to know that if you were really asleep, you would have been snoring right now."

Her mouth fell open in offense and her eyes also opened once more – there really was no point in pretending, "I don't snore!"

The amusement was clear in Arizona's voice as she confirmed, "You do."

"I do not," she denied again, lightly shaking her head.

Arizona giggled quietly, "First of all, you just proved that you aren't asleep. Secondly, you do snore. And third, that's the same tone you use when you say you don't like me. I'm beginning to think that tone really means that you're lying to yourself more than to me."

She tensed for entirely different reasons than physical proximity at the blonde's words because how in the fucking world did Arizona read that from her? There was not one person in her life – not her family, not Elise, not even her older friends – who read her that well.

It was unnerving, to say the least.

Huffing out a breath, she rolled over once more to face Arizona, only to find herself completely out of breath at the fact that they were so close. Like… even in the darkness, she could see the way Arizona's pupils dilated with her new move.

Her heart beat uncomfortably strong in her chest, before she quickly pushed herself up onto her elbow to get some breathing room – and her sanity back. The unexpected closeness was bringing back that feeling of Push Arizona Away that was so second nature at this point, but she tried to swallow it down as much as possible.

And her voice was only a little bit short as she asked, "Arizona, it's almost two in the morning now. You wanted to sleep in my bed, and you got it. What else can I do to make you just go to sleep?"

The sweet, apologetic smile that took over the blonde's features was almost as breathtaking as their proximity to one another, before she reached down for the hand Callie had resting on top of the blankets, lacing their fingers together.

Her moment of complete confusion and a rush of other emotions so entangled, she really couldn't explain them gave Arizona enough time to roll over. And drag Callie's arm with her.

Leaving her frozen in place, with her arm draped over Arizona's waist, her hand pressed firmly against a soft, flat stomach as Arizona's body pushed back and aligned with hers. Everywhere. Her breasts were pressed flat against the blonde's back, and they were – they were legitimately spooning.

Her breath left her on a heavy, strong rush, and she knew for a fact that it had to hit Arizona's neck because it was a fucking inch away from her mouth.

God, now her entire body felt like she was on fire, and she didn't even know what to do. She couldn't do this, though, and she immediately tried to pull back.

But Arizona had a much firmer grip than she would have expected, because her hand was held firmly in place, and her body really couldn't move all that much. She was balanced on the very edge of the bed, still, with over half of the mattress on Arizona's other side completely empty. And if she tried to pull back too much, she was fairly certain she was going to fall off and take Arizona with her.

With her luck, Arizona would land on top of her. Which would be even worse. Probably.

Her suspicion that the blonde was feeling her stiffness was confirmed when Arizona chuckled a little bit, and she felt the vibrations from it through her entire body, which just made her close her eyes and suck in a breath.

Arizona's voice was low and slightly teasing as she asked, "Haven't you ever cuddled with anyone before?"

Her own was embarrassingly low, and extremely embarrassingly gruff from her nerves, "Not, uh, not like this."

"Ah, right," the knowing tone of Arizona's voice made her eyebrows draw down low in confusion for a moment, "Well, being the big spoon is nice. You just stay right there, right where I put you. And I'll do the hard part," she whispered and cuddled back against her, taking back any of the space Callie managed to create.

It had only been a couple of millimeters, but those seemed precious at the moment.

Those wavy blonde locks lay on the pillow between them, and Callie could smell Arizona's shampoo on them. It was a smell that was somehow burned into her senses, despite only having smelled it – before this trip – once.

And then Arizona let out a content little sigh, which wreaked havoc on Callie's insides, and Arizona's entire body seemed to melt into the mattress in relaxation. And with that action, she melted back against Callie's body, too.

Holy – fucking – shit.

If she thought her body felt all warm and tingly before, it was nothing compared to this, with Arizona's soft legs tangled with her own.

Yeah, no, she had definitely never cuddled like this. The innocent act of cuddling had never given her these intense feelings. Even when she had cuddled after sex.

She'd had sex in the past, with several men before. And it was good; she liked it. She was attracted to men. And until she'd met Arizona, she had never had this strong attraction for a woman before.

Oh, so you're admitting it now.

Yeah, well, it's kind of hard to deny when I can feel her like this and my body is feeling like it is now.

Callie felt those unfamiliar yet still familiar feelings in her stomach. The feelings that she'd felt that night last September.

It had been a Friday night, not unlike almost every other Friday night, where music was pulsing from Arizona's apartment into her own. It was annoying, she supposed, though she was never really as annoyed by it as Elise was.

But today had marked the first exam of the semester, and all Callie wanted after the stressful week of studying late at night was to rest. To have a peaceful, relaxing night. And Arizona – and Alex – were fucking awful.

After a while of trying to ignore the sound, she had gotten up and was determined to go into the apartment next door and try to deal with the source of her annoyance. Alex spotted her first through the masses of their classmates drinking in the Robbins/Karev living room, and had drunkenly told her to enjoy the party.

And though she could have taken her issue up with him, as he was one half of the source, she was seeking out the blonde. She just couldn't help it; the last month of living next to Arizona had been… interesting to say the least.

The blonde made her feel things that she had really only felt when she'd been a preteen with her first crush. Which was weirdly exhilarating, and extremely unsettling.

She'd found Arizona just as the blonde was exiting her bedroom, and she had sternly requested they go back in there to talk. Callie had been able to tell that Arizona had been drinking – that she was practically drunk – but that didn't stop her from ranting at her, getting herself all worked up.

And then at the end of her rant, there was Arizona, who was looking like a crazy mix of unbelievably sexy with her tight dress and heels, and utterly adorable, because her eyes were wide as they stared up at Callie and her lips were in this tiny amused smile.

And she was already freaking out at the idea that her mind had called another woman sexy, when Arizona had reached up and lightly dragged her fingertips over Callie's jaw before smoothing over her lips, setting sparks through her entire body as she had whispered, "You really need to relax, Callie Torres."

"Don't, um," she'd had trouble speaking, "Don't tell me what to do, Robbins," she'd managed to get out and not moan at the fact that there was such a very soft enticing touch on her face.

The smile on Arizona's face had just grown even bigger, and for some inexplicable reason, Callie felt her own answering smile quirk up her own lips. She had no idea why or how Arizona even had that effect on her, but she did.

Then Arizona's hands had moved down her sides – a relatively innocent touch, but it seemed to erase every rational thought Callie had had – to draw her hips into pale hands, guiding her into a dance along with the beat of the music from the next room.

The dance itself hadn't lasted long, because she was grinning like a fool and she had no idea where her annoyance had gone, but there was a stupidly cute Arizona smiling up at her and giving her those feelings deep in the pit of her stomach.

Unable to even think about her actions, she had leaned in to brush her lips against Arizona's, only pausing as soon as they made contact. But Arizona was encouraging her to continue, and it was so easy to listen to the encouragement when she could feel those soft lips against hers like she had tried to not think about doing for a month.

And before she knew it, it was herself who was leading them into opening their mouths, tongues sliding against one another.

A kiss had never before affected her like that, making her entire body shake with desire, and as she felt the shapely hips under her hands, it struck her that she was kissing Arizona Robbins.

She was kissing another woman.

And that realization crashed down on her, severing through the desire she was feeling with blind panic, as she had practically shoved Arizona away from her, and started talking to herself, "I can't be feeling this way about a girl. No. I like men – I like penis! I've slept with men, and liked it! I'm not – I can't be dealing with this. No. This isn't really me. This is – it's a fluke. I was upset. Arizona was here. She's cute – I'm confident enough to admit that. It was all a mistake, and I really, really need to fucking not see her anymore."

God, she'd panicked so intensely because she had been so certain that it couldn't have been the real her who had acted on those impulses. She'd been so scared and confused, and Arizona's mouth had felt so good against hers, and her hands felt so good on her body, and then Callie had run and done basically all she could to avoid Arizona Robbins and those feelings she inspired inside of her for the rest of the year.

It hadn't been easy, because they were neighbors and in the same classes. But it had helped that Arizona threw those parties that she detested and then the incident with her car. Of course she wasn't happy about her car being smashed but it gave her such a good reason to hold onto to dislike her.

And now… here she was, after all of that panic and avoidance. What good had it even done her?

She was dragged out of her thoughts when Arizona's hand on her wrist moved slightly, falling away as she fell asleep, Callie thought. But without the pressure of Arizona's hand holding hers in place, her own slid a bit, her pinky finger brushing against Arizona's soft skin, right on the sliver where her tank top had ridden up. Fuck.

She was frozen once again, whispering, "Robbins?"

But Arizona didn't say get your hand off of me or anything at all, really, and she just let out a sigh, all sleepily, that only farther set Callie's insides absolutely on fire until she felt like she was burning from the inside out.

She couldn't spend the whole night like this. No way. Not with all of these thoughts and feelings running rampant thought her system.

Tugging her bottom lip between her teeth, she decided that she really, really needed some space to think. As lightly as she could, she pulled back a little to extricate her limbs from Arizona's, only to feel that surprisingly strong hand rest on her wrist once more.

Arizona's voice was low and slightly slurred from sleep, "Mmm, no. I'm nervous here and I need cuddles to sleep, and it's your fault we're here. So you owe this to me, and you aren't going anywhere. Now, sleep," she ordered.

Yeah, it was kind of difficult to get that space she needed in order to think right now. And, as her hand twitched lightly, brushing against that soft skin again, she held back her groan – she definitely wasn't going to get any sleep tonight.

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