Callie generally wasn't a huge fan of riding a bike around in desert heat. Actually, she really couldn't think of why anyone would be, but she especially disliked it; it gave her bad flashbacks of trying to keep up to the kids in her neighborhood in the summer in Miami who disliked her, but who her parents thought she should be friends with.
What she was a fan of, however, was the way Arizona's tight pants highlighted the blonde's legs and butt as she rode her own bicycle right in front of her.
Perv.
You noticed too!
Yeah well, we are the same person and that ass is right there; of course I noticed! It doesn't mean you aren't a perv.
She was tuning out the voice of the Grand Canyon tour leader projected about twenty feet ahead of their small group. The leader was on his own bicycle and was leading them through a trail that was kicking up dirt and making it stick to her sweaty skin.
However, she couldn't really concentrate that well when she was thinking so much about the night before. Or, her body wasn't really letting her concentrate that well on the bicycle tour of the Grand Canyon.
Because she was hot. And not just in the physical, literal sense that her body temperature was warm, which was true. But more in a sexual sense – she was hot. For Arizona. And had been ever since last August, but especially now because last night in a tent in New Mexico, she had been turned on beyond reason, as slim hips grinded up against her.
Callie's feet nearly fumbled with the pedals on her bike when Arizona turned her head a bit so that she could look back at Callie. And since when did Arizona even smirk like that?!
But there was indeed a dimpled smirk in place as Arizona tossed back, "You seem a little slow back there."
Her eyes narrowed at the blonde, "That's big talk for someone who refused to go on the longer tour."
Inexplicably easily, Arizona slowed and maneuvered enough so that she was riding right next to Callie, "Well some of us didn't fall asleep in the car on the way here. I don't want to be utterly exhausted!"
There was that little niggling feeling of guilt in the pit of her stomach at the reminder that she had, indeed, fallen asleep for the majority of the car ride between New Mexico and Arizona, and she tried to bite it back because she'd already apologized for it, but it slipped out anyway, "I really didn't mean to sleep."
And she hadn't. One moment she had been making a joke to the blonde that Arizona would be in the state of Arizona and singing lightly along to the radio, and the next, she had woken up – hours later – with her forehead pressed unflatteringly against the passenger seat window.
Arizona managed to shrug while they were riding, and those baby blues were bright but curious as she bit her lip before saying, "I'll try not to take it personally, seeing as though two of the days you didn't get any sleep and slept through the car ride were the days where we were sharing a bed."
"You shouldn't," Callie assured her, quickly, before she felt her cheeks burn. Though they were already red from the exercise, so she hoped to god Arizona couldn't see her blush. She cleared her throat and her smirk easily fell into place as she teased, "Though I'm surprised you're able to sleep through all of that snoring I supposedly do."
Arizona rolled her eyes at her, "You do. It's just fortunate that I'm used to it by now."
Callie just hummed in response – though she did still doubt the validity of the snoring statement. The truth of the matter about her lack of sleep the night before was that she'd been extremely keyed up, from their pre-sleep… activity.
Feeling and hearing Arizona underneath her had gotten her wildly, ridiculously aroused. And then once that had passed enough for her to really settle down and sleep, all she had been able to think about was how good it felt to be cuddled all close like that. Especially considering that the first time it had happened, she had been too caught up in her own thoughts to enjoy it.
She'd enjoyed it last night for sure. After she'd given herself a few seconds to detach herself from the slight panic at Arizona cuddling in against her – and it had been a very brief panic – she practically marveled at the fact that somehow, their bodies fit together in a way that was so natural.
Shaking her head slightly, she barely managed to avoid hitting the woman in front of her, as she slowed to a stop. In fact, Callie realized, nearly everyone was slowing to a stop, at the tour guide's instruction that she'd been easily tuning out.
The two of them also came to a slow stop, parking their bikes, as the group was led toward one of the sights. Her chest was heaving for breath, and she reached down to take her bottle of water and pull from it, closing her eyes for a few moments because it felt ridiculously refreshing.
And when she opened them, she froze at the way Arizona was staring at her. Pink lips slightly parted, and she was sure that the flush on her cheeks was not just there because of exertion.
When the smirk pulled at her lips this time, it brought with it a renewed confidence, as she quirked her eyebrow, "Want to see the view?"
Arizona seemed to snap back into herself as she took a deep breath, nodding, "Yeah. That is why we're here, I suppose," she drawled.
Callie didn't know how to describe the warmth she felt in her stomach – completely different than the warmth that was there with the sexual tension. But she knew that it was the same warmth she got when Arizona was cute and playful with her, and it had been happening with increasing frequency.
She also knew that she liked it, a lot. Frighteningly so.
"Be quiet," she bumped Arizona's shoulder with hers, and mockingly narrowed her eyes at her as they followed their group towards one of the many, many views they'd probably see in the next few hours.
But it really was beautiful, she acknowledged with a wistful sigh. It was so strange how the world could come up with things like this. Views like this. Feelings like these. People like…
Dark eyes darted to look at Arizona who was staring out at the canyon with a soft smile playing on her lips. It was obvious that something was on her mind, playing through her thoughts, and it wasn't surprising to herself that Callie wanted to know exactly what that thought was.
She was even getting really good at admitting it to herself now, too.
"Have you ever been here before?" Arizona asked, her voice soft, as she turned to look at Callie, and most definitely caught her looking.
Callie didn't shy away though, not anymore, and maintained that eye contact for a few seconds as she answered, "Yeah, once."
She could feel Arizona's gaze boring into her before the blonde's tone was exasperated, "And? You can't just say that and leave it there."
The retort that she could do that was already on her tongue, and she bit it back quickly because she already knew that she wasn't going to. Her eyes tore away and looked back out over the view, eyebrows knitting together in confusion for a few moments as she tried to remember the details. There had been many trips over the years, and sometimes they blended together.
But then she found herself nodding slightly as she remembered, "I was thirteen, and I was here with Aria and my mother. That's how most of our vacations were," she explained, "Just us three, and sometimes my grandma, too. She lives with us."
She didn't bother expanding that her grandma lived in their guest house in Miami, because it seemed unnecessary, especially given the fact that she had yet to broach the whole family-money conversation.
"Did you do a bike tour then, too?" Arizona prompted and sounded genuinely curious, which for some reason, made Callie feel all flushed.
And she chuckled, "No, no. My mom didn't really like stuff like that." She snorted a bit with a laugh as she shook her head, "Though Aria did get bored by sitting with my grandma and mom's walking tour for hours, and then took off. We found her a couple of hours later, making out with one of the tour guides."
Her mother had been absolutely pissed off. Especially because Aria had been sixteen, and said tour guide had been almost twenty-one. Ah, good times.
Arizona giggled, "Really? Your sister sounds… interesting," she settled on.
Which made Callie grin, "She is. She definitely is." Lifting an eyebrow, she turned again to look at Arizona – to be honest, Callie would rather look at her than the view anyway.
Even your thoughts are getting cornier by the minute.
Shut it.
"She actually escaped to Tijuana for the last week, despite how much my mom flipped out over it," she offered up, surprised by her own candid discussion over something that was currently happening in her family.
Arizona's eyebrows lifted, "Your sister wanted to spend the time right before her wedding in Mexico?" there was no hiding her amusement.
Callie laughed, "You were the one who said she was interesting. And she and her friends are all kind of nuts." To be putting it mildly.
The blonde shook her head, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes, "Well, you two are cut from the same cloth."
She rolled her eyes and was this close to sticking out her tongue before Arizona asked, "So, on this trip, you've mentioned being all over for vacation…" she trailed off, until Callie nodded, prompting her to go on, which she did, "Did you have a favorite trip?"
Teeth dug into her bottom lip as she narrowed her eyes in thought. There really had been a lot of vacations. Many trips, all over the world, let alone the United States. And several of them blended together, especially the ones from her teenage years.
It didn't take much before a certain vacation caught in her mind's eye, and she nodded slowly, "I think the best vacation was when I was nineteen, winter break. We were skiing, at this resort in France."
Arizona's eyebrows lifted, "Fancy," she lightly joked, brushing her arm against Callie's, and leaving goosebumps in her wake. "I don't think I can blame you for that being your favorite place."
But Callie shook her head, "It wasn't really about the place itself. It was nice," she added, absently, "But we usually go to that same resort in the Alps almost every winter break. That year, though, Aria's fiancé – David, who was a relatively new boyfriend at the time – was there. And my dad was, too. Even when my mom would plan our vacations to where my dad was traveling for business, we still didn't see him that much on them. He was usually busy."
She cleared her throat and focused her eyes on a trail below them, "He's busy a lot, really. Not that he isn't been a good dad," she was quick to add, "He was, when he was around. But half of the year, he was gone on business, which kind of sucked." Especially because a lot of the time during her youth, when she came home crying from school or felt especially alienated by her peers, her dad was ten time better at making her feel better than her mother, "And vacations with him there just always feel more like a real family vacation."
The words left her without her really even thinking about it, and she found herself kind of wishing she could take them back, because she felt like it was somehow too open.
And she blamed both those big blue eyes that were just wanting to see into her freaking soul or something as well as their atmosphere.
But for once, it didn't feel all that weird to tell Arizona intimate things about her life. It felt weird, but okay. And it was even better when the blonde's hand came up to hold her own.
She held on right back, and cleared her throat, before arching her eyebrow at Arizona, "What about you, Robbins? Have you ever been here before?"
Wisps of blonde hair that escaped her ponytail in this messily cute way moved a bit as Arizona shook her head, "Nope." In an easy, barely noticeable move, the blonde intertwined their fingers and she looked at the view again, that soft smile coming back to her lips, "But my parents came here for their honeymoon."
Ah, and there was the reason for that smile, she surmised, with a nod, but before she could say anything, Arizona continued, "They met when my dad visited his brother at college, and my mom was going there, too. After they'd only been together for a few months, he was going to be deployed."
Both of her eyebrows lifted in surprise, "And he proposed?"
Which made Arizona chuckle quietly, the sound of it making Callie smile involuntarily, "Actually, she did. And he agreed, which… was interesting." She gave Callie an amused look from the corner of her eyes, "If you knew my dad, you would know he's a pretty, um, traditional man. Also a pretty logical one, usually. Not spontaneous at all. So everyone was shocked when they ignored how everyone told them it was stupid to get married so soon and to wait until he came home, and then went to city hall and eloped."
"And then they wanted to get away from everyone and chose the Grand Canyon?" Callie guessed. And she kind of really was enjoying the story, because… it was so unlike the way she imagined someone as "traditional" as Arizona said her parents were. It actually reminded her of something she might do, and especially as something Aria would do.
Arizona grinned up at her, dimples popping in that adorable way, "Well, they only had six days before my dad had to leave. And after my mom proposed, my dad wanted to be able to really take her on a honeymoon, so they ended up spending over twelve hours to drive here. It was just something special between the two of them. They stayed for five days, and then drove back overnight, the night before he had to leave."
It was a sweet story, that made her stomach tingle and her heart feel a little full. She could tell by the look on Arizona's face that she had heard that story a lot in her life. Maybe a little Arizona would even ask her parents for it before bed or something.
Her fingers tightened around Arizona's for a few moments, and she found herself asking, "Why didn't they just wait?"
She briefly wondered if they'd moved even closer to each other because when Arizona looked up at her, there were only a few inches there, "Hmm? What do you mean?"
Callie licked her lips and explained, her voice just over a whisper with their new proximity, "I mean, they only knew each other for a few months. Why didn't they wait until your dad got back, and then get married the way they'd probably always imagined they'd get married to someone?"
She was fairly certain her mother at the very least would flip her shit if she did something like that. Especially if she got married so young.
Blue eyes bore into hers in this way that made her shiver and feel like Arizona could see everything she was feeling – which was kind of scary but somehow exhilarating – as she murmured back, "They both always say that they knew. That they felt something that they'd never felt before, and that it felt right. And they couldn't imagine they'd ever feel it for anyone else."
"And, they were right," she breathed out, and for some reason she definitely wasn't going to name, her heart was beating against her ribs rapidly.
Arizona nodded, a barely there tilt of her head, but it was there, and her warm breath was washing over Callie's lips because she was inching closer, "They were…" she trailed off, and Callie's eyes were fluttering closed from anticipation.
After all, it had been a few hours since she'd been able to kiss those lips, and she really wanted to feel them –
"All right! Let's get back to the bikes, because the next stop is even more breathtaking than this!" The moment that had been wrapping them up in that little bubble was annoyingly interrupted by their guide – who Callie decided she doesn't like – as he clapped his hands nearly ten feet away and started walking back to where they came from.
Arizona, who had jerked away in surprise when his voice cut through the air, rolled her eyes and huffed out a breath in that frustrated way that made Callie grin. But their hands were still holding onto one another, and before she could start after their group, Arizona tugged her back.
The blonde held up her phone with a grin on her face, "I demand a picture."
Callie rolled her eyes and she grumbled, "We've been here for almost ten minutes and you couldn't have gotten a picture then?"
But she grinned, and waited without another word, expecting the blonde to turn around and get a picture or two of the view. Instead, Arizona quirked her eyebrow and tugged hard enough to bring Callie over to her, "I demand a picture," she repeated.
She demands a picture with you, idiot.
I get that now, thank you for being no help.
All I do is help you!
On what planet do you live on?
Reluctantly, she walked forward and walked forward and into position. It was the same way they stood when they took a picture together in Chicago, that first night. Really, she couldn't forget that picture. It was the closest she had been to Arizona, not counting that first kiss they'd shared months ago that she'd tried to forget about.
Plus, Arizona had been in her jacket, which… had looked really, really good on her.
This time, feeling Arizona's body pressed against hers didn't make Callie tense or freeze, and she didn't have that conflicting feeling like she had to run, run away now. Instead, she felt Arizona's shoulders, bared from her tank top, press back against Callie's own, just before her back pressed against to Callie's chest, and both her mind and her body were in harmony when they agreed that they really liked the feeling.
So much so, that it felt easy to wrap her arm around Arizona's waist and pull her even closer so that they were close and in focus in the picture, with the Grand Canyon behind them.
Callie had just pulled on a clean pair of shorts and a black tank top and was towel drying her hair after her shower as Arizona opened the door to their hotel room, phone in hand, and a smile on her face.
Which brightened a bit when she noticed Callie, and she honestly didn't know how good that would feel, before this trip. Having Arizona see her and smile like that, but it did feel really freaking good.
Arizona swung the door closed behind her as she stepped farther into the room and started to speak, "I was walking around a bit and talking to my mom," she held up her phone a wiggled it in the air slightly, "She's excited that we stopped here because, of… well, everything I told you about earlier," she waved her hand vaguely around in the air as if to remind Callie of the story of her parent's honeymoon.
And Callie was positive that she wasn't supposed to have these thoughts as Arizona was standing there and talking about her parents, because – gross. But she couldn't help it, as her eyes dipped slightly as Arizona spoke, though she was still half-listening.
The blonde kind of was sashaying across the room in a way, as she walked from her bed to her suitcase, and laid out some clothes, still speaking, "She's also, apparently, super excited about this flower show she went to…"
Okay, but how was it fair that Arizona looked the way she looked right now? They'd ridden bikes around in the heat for hours, and Callie had felt disgusting before she'd climbed into the shower. Well, exhilarated and tired in the way she got when she was exercising, which wasn't entirely bad.
But Arizona had excused herself when they had been heading back up to their hotel room after their afternoon, leaving Callie to shower and have the room to herself for a little while, so she was still all – all sweaty and wearing her biking clothes.
Which consisted of tight pants, and a form fitting tank top that was now rumpled and a little dirty, and Callie really didn't know why that was making her mouth go dry, but it was. And she could see the way the lean muscles of Arizona's shoulders worked as she ruffled through her suitcase and grabbed something that Callie couldn't quite see.
Dark eyes then tracked Arizona's movements as the blonde reached up to take her hair elastic in hand and pull it out of blonde locks, and ran her hands through that blonde hair which looked all wavy and a little wild from being wind-blown while up in the ponytail earlier. The sigh of relief that Arizona let out hit Callie right in the center of her chest. And then lower.
Christ.
She sucked in a deep breath and averted her gaze from Arizona's ass when the blonde bent slightly to grab something.
Unlike the months before, she wasn't looking away because she was trying to deny the fact that she was looking at all. No, she was looking away now because she knew that Arizona had a really nice body. A really nice body that turned her on.
But Arizona, just last night, had talked about how she didn't want to rush into anything between them. After feeling the blonde grind up against her like she had been right before Arizona had put the brakes on things, Callie was more than ready to go full-steam ahead.
There hadn't even been a second thought in her mind about it. Which really should have been the more frightening thing, she supposed.
Lightly, she shook her head as if to get rid of the thoughts, and took a deep breath to try to refocus herself, as she quickly dipped to reach for her phone, before responding to what Arizona had been talking about, "Did they competitive bike ride on their honeymoon?" she asked with a smirk.
And she loved the way blue eyes flashed at her before a dimpled grin worked its way onto Arizona's face, "Somehow I doubt it."
The last leg of their bicycling tour had consisted of the two of them pushing each other to go faster, edging ahead and then being overtaken, as they'd teased one another when they had enough breath to do so. Which might have been kind of strange, but it felt somewhat like competitive flirting.
You're so weird.
So are you! You're the one who kept thinking that glint in Arizona's eye when she's all challenging is sexy!
It is! … okay, so we're both weird.
And so is Arizona.
Because that had definitely been mutual. The looks and the tones and the… everything, had definitely been mutual.
She pressed her phone against her thigh tightly to bring herself back to reality as Arizona walked over to where she was standing in front of the bathroom door, a towel in her hands, as she bit her lip and looked up at Callie through those thick lashes, "So, dinner, after? I'm starving."
Callie nodded absently, "Dinner. Hungry. Me, too," she was aware that the words were mumbled out and disjointed, but she couldn't help it as her gaze dipped and focused on Arizona's face, feeling her mouth go a little dry.
Because Arizona's mouth was right there, and Callie wanted it. She wanted to taste Arizona, again. And again. And she was kind of worried that she was suddenly some sort of monster.
Like, she had repressed and held down these feelings for so long that now that she was accepting them and acting on them, she never wanted to stop acting on them. Like some sort of weird karma-cycle or something.
She'd held her – her desires at bay for so long that now they were running rampant. Her tongue poked out to lick her lips because they suddenly felt so dry, and she nearly groaned when Arizona mirrored the movement, blue eyes now clearly on her own mouth.
"You, too?" Arizona whispered, but didn't seem too concerned with what she was actually asking as she started to lean in.
And Callie really had no idea what they were even talking about now, as she started to lean in, too, "Huh?"
But it was fruitless as Arizona went farther up on her tiptoes, and brushed their lips together, first softly. Once, twice, and then the third time, she stayed, shifting slightly so that she could pull Callie's bottom lip between her own.
Which elicited a groan from the back of Callie's throat that she hadn't realized was even inside of her, and it just felt so good to have Arizona's lips on hers, because she'd wanted it for hours. Despite the fact that she'd kissed her – a lot – in the morning before they'd left camp, she didn't have enough.
But it was the way Arizona sighed against her lips that jolted her back into reality before their kiss went any deeper. She couldn't let it go deeper, not right now.
Not when she was stuck in this mindset of wanting Arizona so much, and they were in this hotel room with the bed right there, and Arizona herself was ready to go into the bathroom and strip down to shower – and Arizona didn't want to go too fast.
Because she wanted. A lot. But she didn't want to push.
Callie wanted this. The kissing and maybe some touching and much more, and she definitely wanted it tonight, even if Arizona wasn't ready to have sex. But in order to get herself under control for what was inevitably going to happen later, she needed to rein herself in now.
So with a sigh, she took a light nip at Arizona's top lip, shivering with the way Arizona's mouth dropped open against hers. Then she stepped back, far enough to take a breath where she wasn't breathing in Arizona, and nodded – mostly to herself, "You should shower."
Blue eyes that seemed even darker looked at her hazily, as she took in a breath and then cleared her throat after a few long seconds, "Right. Shower."
Callie was already nearly at the door to the hotel room when she heard Arizona mutter behind her, "A cold shower."
And for some reason, it was that comment that cut through the tension she was feeling inside, and she felt herself chuckle as she shut the door behind her. Her hair was still damp from her shower, but she could do with a cold shower, too.
There was still a smile playing on her lips as she made her way outside, narrowing her eyes slightly against the still bright sky as she quickly pulled up her sister's number on her phone, and then brought it up to her ear to wait.
She honestly hadn't been planning on calling her sister again on the trip. Aria was busy – especially with the wedding right around the corner – and they kept each other generally updated via text whenever there was something that needed to be communicated. But now…
Callie only had to wait for two rings when Aria picked up, her voice in an almost hissing whisper, "Hey, Cal. What's up?"
Forehead crinkling in confusion, she shrugged to herself and just went with it, "Uh, hey. Are you back from Mexico?" She assumed her sister was; the wedding was in three days. Then again, Aria did a lot of things that Callie wouldn't think she would do.
Her sister laughed. Or, well, quietly chuckled into the phone, "Yeah, I got back this morning, actually. It was great!" her voice rose into its natural excited state, before she shushed herself.
And Callie couldn't ignore it anymore, "Why are you whispering?"
She could hear Aria's exasperation, "Because mom's on the warpath. She's saying that all of our dead ancestors are rolling in their graves because I'm not taking anything seriously before my wedding. Please. Everything is already good to go, and mom's being crazy over nothing. As usual," she added with a scoff, before sounding surprised, "I'm surprised she hasn't called you."
Callie was kind of surprised, too, actually. Their mother wasn't one to keep things in, especially when she was upset about something. Especially given the fact that Callie hadn't been checking in regularly and had been practically MIA as she drove cross-country the days before her sister's wedding. In fact, it was rather unsettling, but she chose that right now wasn't the time to look a gift horse in the mouth.
"Well, same. But speaking of your wedding, I wanted to ask you…" she trailed off, the words caught in her throat. The whole reason she was even calling.
You already asked Arizona, it's not like you can take it back now.
I don't want to take it back. Just give me a freaking minute.
Too bad Aria wasn't privy to her inner thoughts, as her sister prompted, "What is it? Wait, if you're not going to be here in time for the big day, I'm definitely not going to be the one to tell mom –"
But Callie choked out a quick laugh, nerves rising in her stomach, and she pressed her hand there to try to calm them, "No, no. I'll definitely be there in time, I'm not going to miss your wedding." She chewed on her bottom lip before she let out a sigh, and pushed herself to just do it, "I – you know Arizona?"
"The… state?" Aria asked quizzically, and kind of like she thought Callie was insane.
Which just made her roll her eyes, "No, not the state, come on. The girl I've been with – uh, been driving with. From school. That's her name. Her name is Arizona," she managed to get out, and was well aware of how much she was tumbling over it all.
However, she couldn't help but feel slightly terrified when she was talking to her family about Arizona, like somehow, they would know.
Aria just laughed in that light, sunshine-y way of hers, "Wow, cat got your tongue much? Okay, what's up with your friend, Arizona?"
She vividly remembered biting back that she and Arizona weren't friends the last time Aria had said something like that, but now there was no way to deny that. They were friends. And more. She swallowed heavily, even as she rolled her shoulders because this was no big deal, "I – well, we've become kind of… close." Her cheeks flushed thinking about just how close they'd gotten, but she soldiered on, "And I was wondering if you would mind if she stayed for your wedding."
Aria was silent for a few seconds, before she asked, "… is that what got you all wrapped up like this? Of course your friend can stay, Cal. Done deal."
Relief coursed through her veins swiftly and strongly, and she breathed out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding, "Okay, thanks."
And she could still hear the question in her sister's tone as she said, "No problem. Are – shit! Mom's coming. Is there some sort of philosophy about overbearing mothers before their daughter's wedding?"
Callie grinned, "You're the philosophy major," she reminded.
"Oh, right," Aria heaved a sigh, "Well, I'm going to try to keep her from blowing a gasket. I'll see you soon."
"Good luck," she cut in, before the line was disconnected, and she figured that her sister had been found by their mother.
She was absurdly thankful to be in Arizona at the moment and not at home. And she barely managed to have the thought before she felt herself blush at her own phrasing.
Before she could ruminate on it, the phone in her hand was ringing. And she brought it up, only to see Elise's contact information looking at her.
She was honestly shocked that she hadn't heard from her roommate for the majority of the trip, and for that, she figured she should answer it, "Hey."
"Hey? That's all you have to say to me, Callie freaking Torres?" her tone was simultaneously accusing and extremely amused. Which wasn't an odd combination for Elise to have, really.
But Callie was suspicious, "Um, yeah? What do you want me to say when I answer the phone, crazy?"
Elise hummed for a moment before she asked, "Well, you could start by telling me how your trip with the woman you supposedly can't stand is going."
It was strange to think about how the last time she'd spoken to her roommate that she'd still been adamant that she disliked Arizona. That she refused to acknowledge all of the good things that there were and made herself only focus on the things she was able to find aggravating.
But it was Elise, and they wouldn't be them if she didn't keep her guessing for a little while, so she hedged around what she wanted to hear, "It's actually going pretty well. Been seeing the sights. Robbins is much more…" she ran her tongue over her teeth and thought about how she could still feel Arizona's mouth on hers, and a smirk settled on her lips, "Tolerable than I thought she would be."
"Tolerable? That's what you're going with? Interesting," she had that knowing tone in her voice that made Callie both love her and want to roll her eyes at her.
She took the bait anyway, "Why would I say something else?"
Elise's smirk was audible, "Oh, you know. Because you looked like you were doing a lot more than tolerating her in the picture that Alex sent to me. In fact, you two looked pretty cozy all cuddled in front of the Grand Canyon like some love birds," her voice was downright impish.
Callie groaned, because Elise had photographic evidence; it wasn't something easily deniable. "And?" she settled on, as her hand went back to settling over her stomach as it flip-flopped in disquiet.
She couldn't help it. It made her nervous, knowing that other people beyond herself, Arizona, and Arizona's family – people outside of this little vacation bubble – knew about what was happening between them.
Which is ridiculous, because this is Elise. Who, honestly, was telling you about how much you wanted Arizona before you would even admit it to yourself. She knows what's going on already, idiot.
She doesn't know exactly what's going on, okay? And is it such a big deal to want to keep it quiet for just a little longer? To keep it between us, at least until this vacation is over?
… Fine. But you know the bubble has to be popped eventually, right? At least tell me that you know that.
Of course I know! I just know that I'm not ready for it all to come at me, yet. I just want to be Callie-and-Arizona by ourselves for a little while.
That's… acceptable. I suppose.
It apparently wasn't acceptable to Elise, though, "Come onnn, Callie. I knew it! Admit that I knew it all along."
Callie rolled her eyes, even as she felt a small smile tug at her lips. She couldn't help it, because at the very least, she knew that Elise, unlike her family, wouldn't judge. Regardless, she leaned back against the wall of the hotel she was standing next to, and replied with as good of a nonchalant tone as she could manage, "You don't know anything."
The reaction she got was both something she expected and didn't expect, as Elise groaned and exploded out, "I know you two are banging!"
She could feel her face instantly flush, and she was too quick to get out, "We aren't banging!" for it to even be really believable. Even though it was actually the truth.
But maybe it wasn't believable because of how much she wanted to be… banging Arizona. And she did want it; her body was still on a high from their short, not-even-make out kiss before she'd left the room!
Callie honestly couldn't remember the last time she'd been so keyed up like this from anyone. She didn't know if she'd ever been.
Because of her body's inability to refocus, she forced her mind to, "Anyway. What have you been up to since I've been gone?"
An indignant sound left Elise, "That's how you're going to play this, Torres?"
Her voice was as innocent as she could manage as she tipped her head back to soak up the setting sun, "Play what?"
"I can't stand you. I'm changing the locks," Elise's tone was flat in a way that she managed frighteningly easily.
But Callie was undeterred, "I know how to break in, and where you keep your premium pot."
Her roommate chuckled, "Well played." And she launched into a grim story about the state of affairs at the lab she was working at for the summer.
She stayed outside to give Arizona as much privacy, and as much time for her head to clear, as she could. But after a little over a half hour had passed, she was starting to get strange looks from the other hotel guests, so she headed back in.
And the moment she stepped back into the room and closed the door behind her, it seemed to Callie as if everything in the world came to a stop. As if time had frozen in this room, and she felt her heart stop, too. Because standing ten feet away from her, was Arizona coming out of the bathroom, covered in only a towel.
As in, there was only a towel – and ten feet of empty space, but that could be handled so easily – between the two of them. And the towel all of the sudden looked so small. Had the hotel towels shrunk in the half hour between her own shower and Arizona's?
They had to have, because Callie was, like, one hundred percent positive that her towel had covered more than that. The towel in question was knotted just above Arizona's breasts, and fell mid-thigh. No, not even mid-thigh.
Then she watched as a lone remaining droplet of water slid down Arizona's chest and then under her towel, right between the blonde's breasts, and everything that had felt frozen seemed to fly back into high gear.
Her heart was pounding in her chest, and it seemed to be pounding not only blood through her system, but arousal, because her entire body wanted. She licked her lips because she suddenly felt absolutely parched, and commanded herself to stop staring like a horny teenager. With lust swirling inside of her, she managed to husk out, "I – sorry."
And using all of her self-control, she spun around to stare at the door, dark eyes squeezing closed just for effect. As if that would help her realize that Arizona Robbins was about to be completely naked behind her.
Arizona wasn't ready for this step, she reminded herself. She didn't want to push things between them or rush into anything, she'd said so only a day ago.
But she definitely wasn't imagining the fact that Arizona's breathing was becoming slightly labored. There were no other sounds in the room; she could hear it perfectly.
Swallowing thickly, she bowed her head forward until her forehead connected with the door and she cleared her throat, "I – we're going to get dinner, right?" she was reaching for something to talk about. Anything that could make this lighter between them. More normal.
But, yeah, her voice sounded even lower to herself than it had only minutes ago on the phone.
"Dinner. Right," Arizona murmured and sounded distracted. Which was a relief to know that she wasn't feeling this ridiculously out of control sexual tension all by herself. Then Arizona cleared her throat and Callie could hear her moving behind her, coming closer, which made Callie tense with anticipation.
She could already feel herself shiver, until disappointment hit her like a ton of bricks when she realized that Arizona was coming over in her direction because her suitcase and clothes were on this side of the room.
She's only coming over here to get dressed. And go to dinner. Like you planned.
I am going to die here.
Pull yourself together, woman! We have self-control.
We do?
Uh, yeah; we denied that we even liked Arizona for months! You kept yourself from even going near her for months!
… After I kissed her, and then I stopped myself from going near her as a severe avoidance measure. I don't think that counts as an act of self-control, really. And are you missing what's important here?
What is that?
Arizona. Is two feet away from us. In only a tiny towel. Naked. And I haven't head sex in months, and she is really fucking hot, and last night I had her under me, feeling her thrust her hips up and hearing her little gasps and moans.
Oh. Right. Damn it, Callie! We really don't have much self-control!
Biting her lip was enough to hold back her groan – borne of frustration with herself, mostly.
She wanted Arizona with a hunger she that she didn't know if she had ever felt before in her life. Of course, she'd been attracted to people before, but never with a repressed, smothered hunger like this for so long. That had to be why she felt like she was about to go out of her mind. There was no other explanation, she decided.
Very slowly, she turned back around. And she wasn't sure if she was relieved that Arizona was still wearing her towel or not, but she certainly was glad that there was a light flush on those pale cheeks that was telling her that this attraction she was feeling at the moment was not one-sided.
Dark eyes dropped and ran over the blonde's towel clad body – god, she had such nice legs – but only for a few moments before she shook herself out of it. Yes, she wanted to have sex with Arizona. A lot.
Not the time, she reminded herself.
With a deep breath, she backed up against the door and brought her hand to the knob, and she nearly breathed out, "I should probably… wait outside. I'm really not trying to, to pressure you into moving too fast," she assured Arizona as strongly as she could, and started to turn the door knob to let herself out, her gaze steadily moving up the wall over the blonde's shoulder.
"You – you're not trying to pressure me into moving too fast?" Arizona's voice snapped out, incredulously, and as if it were a magnet calling out to her, Callie's gaze dropped to Arizona's as soon as she spoke.
She was quick to shake her head, her heart still pounding in her chest, "I – no. Robbins, I had no idea you were still not dressed. I mean, how could I? You've been up here for a while to shower by yourself and –" her defense was swiftly cut off by a disbelieving laugh.
And then she found herself shuddering as Arizona stepped even closer, and the fresh, clean, amazing scent from her shower was washing over Callie. She was so close now, Callie swore she could feel her body warmth already.
Her own body yearned for it. To pull that lean, soft body against her own completely. Drop the towel.
But that was slightly overshadowed by the fact that Arizona was letting out that chuckle, which was confusing the hell out of her. She didn't even get the chance to question it before Arizona's intense eyes were capturing her own, holding her stare, as she repeated, "No, you're misunderstanding. You don't want to pressure me?"
She tossed her arms into the air as best she could, still pressing herself as much against the door as possible to stop herself from jumping at Arizona, "Yes! That's what you said last night; you don't want us to move too fast."
"For you!" Arizona nearly shouted, "I don't want us to move too fast, for you," she elaborated, her voice dropping as she took a small step closer.
And Callie's heart seemed to beat even faster in her chest, if that was possible, because of the possibility that was before them now. But she tried not to get ahead of herself, "So… last night, you stopped us from going farther because you thought I needed more time?" she asked, because she needed to be sure.
Which she got when Arizona nodded quickly, "Yes! I didn't want you to feel –"
That was all the words that escaped those pretty pink lips because they were calling to Callie with a power that was really unheard of. She'd been holding herself back from all of these thoughts and these urges and these needs and these wants, but it appeared that wasn't even what Arizona wanted.
Her mouth sealed over Arizona's, swallowing whatever words were coming next, as her lips easily pried the blonde's apart under them. And then it was Arizona's turn to swallow her embarrassingly desperate groan that rolled out of her throat and into the Arizona's mouth.
She would have been embarrassed about it, too, if she wasn't feeling everything else so much, as her tongue slid over Arizona's. God, she didn't know what it was, but Arizona always tasted so damn good. Especially now, when the way her mouth devoured Callie's was so sure and hungry, just like her own was.
Callie's hands came up to grasp Arizona's slim waist, pulling her easily against Callie's own body. The warm, damp towel under her hands was so thin a barrier, so easy to get rid of… all it would take would be one tug.
The thought of that made her lightheaded, and her hands just held tighter, as she felt Arizona's hands claw up into her hair, before scratching down to her shoulders, and digging in. Like she was the blonde's anchor right here, and it was so good to feel like that.
She pulled out of the kiss slowly, breaking it only to bring her lips where they had been the previous night. On the column of Arizona's neck, because she fucking loved it. The way the soft, warm skin felt under her lips, as she pressed kisses into it. How she could feel Arizona's heartbeat jackhammer there, like she could physically feel the way her kisses affected her.
Because she could without a doubt feel how wet Arizona's kisses made her feel, and she shifted restlessly back from foot to foot.
Her hands slid down to Arizona's thighs, reveling in the smooth skin there, bared completely for her. And the tightness coiling low in her stomach got even more intense when she realized that there was nothing higher up, nothing between her hands and Arizona's heat, except for a few inches.
The realization made her breath leave her on a gasp, which came out against Arizona's neck, resulting in the blonde's short nails digging even more into her shoulder blades.
And then Arizona was pulling back, easing out of her grasp a little bit. Her hands flexed lightly on those strong thighs under her hands but she got the message, and pulled her mouth back from Arizona's neck, and looked down at her.
At darkened blue eyes full of arousal were staring back at her, and she watched as Arizona's chest heaved for a few moments, before her lips pressed together tightly, and she swallowed. Before saying, "Wait. Wait," she repeated herself somewhat breathlessly, and brought her hands forward to lightly push at Callie's shoulders and push her back so her back hit the door again.
Confused, ridiculously turned on, but feeling like she'd done something wrong, she shook her head, "Did I do something?"
Dark eyes involuntarily dropped to the way Arizona tightened the knot at the top of her towel to keep it in place as she shook her head, "No, you're good. Amazing, even," she muttered, almost to herself, before she took another deep breath and brought her hands up to damp blonde locks, pulling lightly, as she closed her eyes for a few moments, "It's just… I want this," she settled on.
And Callie had no idea where she was going because – hello! Callie was right here, hands practically trembling with how much she wanted Arizona, and she lifted an eyebrow, "Trust me, I do, too."
Which made Arizona flash her a brief smile, and it slashed this cute warmth through her, mixing somehow seamlessly with the arousal inside, "I know that you want this. I can feel that," she murmured, "But I mean more than that. I mean – I want this. I like you, and me. And while I'm ready to have sex – and I mean, really ready – I'm not ready to do it if it means you're going to, um, be sleeping in the car tomorrow out of avoidance."
For a moment, the way Arizona phrased it confused her, but only for a moment. She felt understanding dawn on her and she let it sink in, as she nodded, "Oh. Okay."
The trepidation and anticipation on the blonde's face was absolutely clear, and dug into her chest uncomfortably. So before she assured her quickly that everything would be fine, she took a moment to dig inside of herself.
A moment of soul searching, even though she felt stupid thinking that.
And after she did, she found herself nodding, nervous twisting together as she spoke slowly, carefully choosing her words, "I can't promise that I'll always be not afraid of things happening between us. But I can promise you that I really want this." God, did she ever want this, "I want to have sex with you, Arizona, and I have for months. And I thought maybe I would have freaked out about last night, but I didn't. I wanted more; I wanted to keep going. Which is what I want now."
Blue eyes narrowed at her in consideration, though she could clearly see the hope written all over her features, "You mean it? Promise, Calliope. Don't do this if you're going to hide after."
Under her sure tone, Callie could clearly hear the nerves.
She was nearly shocked at her own desire to get rid of those nerves and those fears, because she didn't want Arizona to be feeling like that. And she had it in her power to so that, so she tentatively reached out to lace their fingers together, and she lowered her voice, "I can promise that," and she was sure that she could.
Which was something to think about at a different time. For Arizona, she could promise that. She wanted this, and she would be here after.
Her eyes widened in surprise, though, when Arizona's face broke out in a gorgeous smile. The blonde breathed out, "Thank god," before Callie found herself with an armful of warm, delicious smelling Arizona Robbins, and a fervent mouth on her own once more.
She relished in the way Arizona sucked on her bottom lip, almost desperately, as the blonde's hands gripped her waist. Her own arms wrapped tightly around Arizona's waist, pulling their bodies together, and she moaned low in her throat as she felt that body press completely against hers.
Her nipples were already hard, and rubbing against the fabric of her tank top as Arizona's thumbs dipped under her shirt to rub soft circles against her stomach. Breaths left her in short pants as Arizona ran her tongue over Callie's bottom lip, before pressing kisses down her jaw and then to her earlobe.
Which she lightly sucked on, making Callie's hips buck against her, before she shuddered as Arizona whispered in her ear, "Come on."
Her arms were disengaged from where they were around Arizona's waist as the blonde stepped back from her, and she was left feeling a little cold and a little empty. Until her eyes widened, and she could acutely feel exactly how wet she was, as Arizona's hands moved up to the knot of her towel again.
Only this time, instead of tightening it, her hands loosened it. Enough that it easily fell open, and then fell down Arizona's body, dark eyes following it, before they snapped back up to take in the body that was revealed to her.
All of that smooth, pale skin. Those softly curved hips, and perky, beautifully rounded breasts, and then Arizona's little dimpled smile to top it all off. She was perfect, and it took Callie's breath away.
Before she could do anything she wanted – or even figure out where to start, Arizona stepped forward so that she was right in front of Callie. And nimble fingers played with the hem of Callie's tank top. Without even realizing what she was doing, she lifted her arms in an invitation for Arizona to pull off her shirt.
Within seconds, it was gone, and she felt warm lips pressing kisses to her shoulders and to her chest as Arizona's hands came up behind her, unclasping her bra. Her pants and underwear disappeared in the blink of an eye, and then they were just… the two of them. Naked. Right in front of each other.
And her breath left her on a whimper as she lifted her hands up to Arizona, lightly tracing up her sides, until she got to the curve of her breasts as she brought her mouth down to the blonde's once more.
Their lips moved against each other's pressing and sucking in an unhurried yet familiar rhythm. And even though her heart was pounding in her chest, she was so sure that this was right, that it overtook any kind of fear that could have existed.
Arizona's hands came up to grasp her own, and she moved them without breaking their kiss, until Callie felt Arizona pull her down onto the bed. Even in her hazy mind, she could understand that Arizona let Callie be on top of her to make her know that the control was in her hands.
And that knowledge made her lightheaded with the heady sense of arousal stomping through her, stealing her breath even more than Arizona's kisses were.
Then she pulled away with a gasp, as she felt dexterous, knowing fingers slide up her stomach until fingertips lightly traced the curve of her breasts. She pressed her forehead to Arizona's neck as the blonde's fingers found her hard nipples, lightly tugging and playing with her. The moan that ripped from the back of her throat was nearly animalistic, and her hips rocked down against Arizona's thigh.
Which then thrusted up at her, as Arizona slid her hands to her hips to urge Callie to slide up her body just enough so that her breasts were in front of Arizona's mouth, and she swore when she felt a soft mouth wrap around her nipple, suckling softly.
The hand that wasn't helping hold herself up went to dig into soft, wavy blonde locks, her eyes screwed tightly shut. That was… amazing. So, so amazing, and her hips wouldn't still as they rocked more intently against Arizona's thigh.
But soon, despite how good it felt, she pulled back, thrilled by the grunt of disapproval from Arizona. Because she was sure that as much as the blonde loved that, she would love what Callie wanted to do even more.
Because what she wanted, was to feel the same things. To touch Arizona's breasts, to feel her nipples in her mouth. So, she slid back down, still cupping the back of Arizona's head as she brought their mouths back together.
Their kiss was more languid than anything. Just, feeling. She stroked her tongue along Arizona's, as she slid her other hand between them, pausing for only a moment, before she brought it up to cup one of Arizona's breasts in her hand.
The blonde arched into her hold, a moan breaking on her lips and into Callie's mouth. Which was fucking exhilarating, and Callie wanted more. So she started to explore, her fingers sliding over her nipples, loving the effect she was having on the woman under her.
And when Arizona's head fell back against the pillow on a moan, Callie didn't hesitate to bring her mouth down to Arizona's chest. She pressed feather light kisses against the hot skin there, her mouth gliding over the curve of her breasts, feeling how she shuddered in response.
While her mouth mapped her chest, her hand slid down her body, until she reached Arizona's thighs, before she hesitated.
She wanted more than anything to make Arizona come. She wanted to know how she sounded and how she felt and what her face would look like. She wanted.
But her hand was quietly shaking from nerves as it traced up and down a soft inner thigh, getting close enough that she could feel the heat of Arizona's center against the back of her hand.
Callie took a deep breath to give her enough confidence to make her next move, then blew it out against the curve of Arizona's breast. And she could see the way Arizona shivered in response, pink nipples tightening even more.
Which was enough to make her brave enough to slide her index finger up, slowly moving up Arizona's slit, her fingertip more than coated in the blonde's wetness by the time she reached the top. And she found her clit easily, circling, and reveling in the way Arizona's hands scratched up her back, and she could hear her breath leave her in a rush.
It made Callie's heart beat faster, and she wanted to feel more, so she slid her finger back down until she reached her entrance. And she lifted her gaze to Arizona's, feeling herself flush when blue eyes were staring back at her full of the same want she was feeling inside.
And she slowly pressed inside, loving the way Arizona's walls clenched around her, and loving how Arizona's head fell back against the pillow on a low groan even more. She started moving, pumping in and out slowly, just… learning.
Learning the way Arizona's hips found her rhythm, and they moved against one another. Learning the way Arizona's breath start to tremble out.
As they started moving together, she pressed her lips against Arizona's breast again, sucking slightly and shifting until she could take her nipple into her mouth, lapping at it with her tongue. And was crazy gratified when Arizona moaned, long and loud, her hips jumping against Callie's hand.
Gradually, she was moving faster, and Arizona's feet came up to rest on the mattress so she could push herself more firmly against Callie's hand, which made Callie even wetter herself – was that even possible at this point? Fuck.
"Two," Arizona gasped out, making Callie lift her head and look down at her. Blonde hair spread across the pillows like an angel, her mouth open as she panted out, "T-two fingers."
Eyes widening in realization, she slid another finger in on her next thrust, immediately feeling the way Arizona clenched around her even tighter. She was transfixed by the way Arizona's mouth fell open, eyes tightly closing, and her hips starting moving against Callie's hand even faster.
As dexterously as she could, she brought her thumb up to rub at Arizona's clit, and was rewarded with the way the blonde cried out, "Fuck! Yes!"
She leaned in, pressing her mouth against Arizona's neck again, kissing when she could, but mostly breathing in Arizona, as her walls tightened around her fingers. Her hand kept pumping as she husked out, "I want to make you come."
Arizona's breath left her on a quiet whine in response, as she grit out, "You're going to," and her hands came up to tangle in Callie's hair, holding her against her neck.
Callie barely even had to wait before Arizona's body tensed under her, hips shooting up against her wrist, and she felt her shake, and a low moan that sounded like her name broke out through the room.
It was, without a doubt, the most arousing thing Callie had ever experienced, and she couldn't even stop herself from pressing her hips down against the mattress, just trying to get a little bit of relief.
She managed to stop herself after a few seconds, when Arizona's body melted onto the mattress again, her hands falling weakly from Callie's hair to her shoulders, "God."
Her fingers gently eased out of Arizona, mindful of the way she shuddered. Callie felt herself smirk, even as warm satisfaction took over, and she lifted her head to look at the blissed out smile on Arizona's face. What she meant to come out of her mouth was a comment about how much she loved what just transpired.
What actually came out was a quietly reverent, "You're so beautiful."
Her heart felt full with it, with the way Arizona looked under her in that moment. Happy and relaxed and like she was everything Callie ever wanted to see.
The suddenness of the thought made it easy for her to be distracted for when Arizona grinned up at her, like energy had been breathed right back into her body. And Callie found their positions switched easily, found herself on her back, as Arizona lowered herself on top of her, and Callie wouldn't have been able to stop the moan of their bodies touching each other's like this if she tried.
She was so fucking ready for this.
One of Arizona's hands was scratching down her stomach, making her shake with anticipation, before moving back up and brushing a thumb over her hard nipple. But Callie couldn't handle any more.
"I need –" she barely managed to get out, before Arizona's hand scratched back down and she cut herself off on a choked breath.
And Arizona whispered, "I know," before that mouth was pressing soft kisses against her chest.
Kisses pressed down between her breasts, and then following the path of her hand, which was now resting on Callie's thigh, lightly pushing her legs apart. Goose bumps were left in the wake of her lips, and Callie's hips were already shifting restlessly in want for what was going to happen.
Strong, sure hands wrapped around her thighs, as she shuddered from the feeling of Arizona's hot breath washing over her center. But she didn't go any lower, and Callie lifted her head so that she could watch as the blonde settled between the legs she'd just separated.
Her stomach quivered from anticipation, her toes curling, before Arizona send her a sly smile, her head lowering, and Callie held her breath…
Before Arizona's mouth pressed a hot, open mouthed kiss to her leg, only an inch away from where Callie really needed her. And Callie's hips moved more insistently, which made Arizona smile against her leg, because she knew what she was doing to Callie.
Then all of her thoughts were stolen along with her breath, as those open mouthed kisses that had been gracing her thighs were focused on her clit. Sparks shot throughout her entire body it felt like, fireworks going off in her head, as she felt a talented tongue trace her bundle of nerves.
A strangled, "Fuck," left her mouth, and it was all that she could get out as she took in a shuddering breath, her hips already thrusting against Arizona's face.
It was all too much. She'd wanted Arizona for almost a year. She'd slept in the same bed as her multiple times. They'd kissed, they'd flirted, they'd fought. She'd just made Arizona come under her, her fingers were still slightly damp from when they had been inside of the blonde.
This was so not going to last long at all. She was going to come, and she was going to come hard into Arizona's mouth, and it wasn't going to take more than a few minutes.
Arizona shifted slightly, moving her mouth down, until Callie felt her tongue pressing into her, and her own strangled scream hit her ears as if she was hearing it from underwater, her hands pressing down against blonde hair, holding Arizona against her.
She had no idea what words were leaving her lips, or even if they were words, or if they were just nonsensical sounds. It didn't matter, though, because her entire world was pulling together tighter and tighter. All centered around what she was feeling between her legs, from Arizona's mouth, and it was getting to be too much. She was going to –
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she chanted, "Arizona. I –" she broke off as she felt her world start to fall apart.
And then she felt Arizona's hands come up and interlock with her own. With her hands gripping the blonde's tightly, she let herself drop, white hot pleasure taking over her body, rolling over her in waves.
Time was a concept that had no meaning to Callie in the minutes that followed. All she was aware of was that her body felt completely boneless, her breath was refusing to let her catch it, and Arizona had licked her through everything, until she stopped shuddering.
And then she felt completely safe and warm, as the blonde's arms wrapped around her. Callie had never really been one for close cuddling after sex. It made her feel a little claustrophobic, and it never was something she really craved.
But she was craving it right now, and she loved the way Arizona maneuvered them so that the blonde was laying on her back, and Callie curled automatically on her side, her mouth pressed against Arizona's neck in an easy kiss.
Part of her was waiting for the panic to come. The panic at the fact that she'd had sex with a woman. That she'd made Arizona come around her fingers, and then had Arizona's mouth on her. But… it didn't come.
Which resulted in her lips curling into a relieved smile. She could do this. It was real, and it wasn't scary.
Arizona's hand came up to comb lightly through dark locks, as she quietly murmured, "I'm opposed to either of us getting dressed for the rest of the night. We should just order room service."
Which made Callie laugh. She felt her body shake with the laughter, and she wasn't sure why. Maybe because she felt weirdly free and relaxed and peaceful, mixed with the serious consideration in Arizona's tone.
When another realization hit her, she laughed even harder. She could feel Arizona's questioning look, so she answered, "I was in Arizona, in Arizona." And she dissolved into a fit of giggles again.
Arizona groaned in her ear, "God, what did I get myself in to?" but there was an undeniable smile in her tone.
She laughed for several long moments, pressing her mouth into the soft, warm skin of Arizona's throat again, as the sweet feeling in her stomach seemed to explode up into her heart, making it beat uncomfortably fast. It was this delirious feeling of happiness and calmness, and it kind of terrified her because she could recognize it for what it was.
For the second time that day, time seemed to freeze for her.
Because she was sure that this feeling was a lot like falling in love.
Please let me know what you thought! I apologize for the longer wait than usual between chapters, but I've had a busy week. I hope this chapter is worth the wait. Thank you so much for all of the reviews and support for the story so far. And thank you for reading!