When Callie rolled over in in bed on Tuesday morning, she sighed in contentment for a moment. Because her bed was warm and comfortable and – and empty, she realized, slightly disappointed. A sigh slipped out before she could even open her eyes.

Two days. Two days had gone by since Arizona had told her everything – more than she'd ever told anyone, she had been informed – and she felt like… somehow things were different between them.

Like there had been a shift. But she didn't exactly know where that shift was leaving them, or if she was the only one feeling it or what.

All she did know for sure was that Arizona had told her the things that she tried to hide from everyone, and she didn't want her to regret it. So, she'd been tentative about making any changes between them. Or pushing Arizona.

She could be patient. She had it in her to be patient. And she also had it in her to accept that maybe this was just them becoming closer as friends. Despite not knowing exactly where they stood, she did know that in the last three nights since Arizona's arrival, she'd slept in Callie's bed with her.

And because Callie's bed wasn't sizable, there was no way two people could sleep in it together without being so close that they were cuddling. In the surprise turn, every night, Arizona seemed to like being the big spoon.

She certainly wasn't going to complain, not when she was falling asleep with Arizona all curled around her, feeling the warm breath of the woman she had feelings for on her neck, and her arm wrapped around her waist. And, yes, she'd been disappointed yesterday morning when she'd woken up without Arizona still there with her.

But she'd understood because she typically slept later than the blonde did, and the night before that had been a big night for her, in terms of how much she'd opened up. So, she wasn't really surprised when she'd woken yesterday and Arizona hadn't been there.

However, she could certainly find something to complain about when she wasn't waking up with Arizona still cuddled here with her when she'd seen that Arizona didn't seem freaked out by how much she'd shared on Sunday, and when she'd kind of made a plan to wake up early. So, she couldn't help the resounding feeling of disappointment that welled up in her chest.

Furthermore, she realized with a groan as she saw her alarm clock, it was later than she intended. And she frowned, rolling over to check – because she was sure that she'd set an alarm to wake herself up by seven. It was already past ten.

Reaching up, she rubbed her hands over her face, before pushing herself up to sit and look around. The air mattress was still made up, so Arizona hadn't moved onto that. Everything still looked –

"Oh, you're up," Arizona's voice came from the doorway, and she turned to look at her, causing the blankets to be tangled around her from all of the times she'd moved around.

She licked her lips and felt, well, relieved, "I – yeah. I just got up."

Then she ran her eyes up and down the blonde and licked her lips again, because… she'd never had the chance to really see and appreciate Arizona in the morning. Her body in the tank top she slept in was already cause of the way Callie's stomach jumped and her throat went dry at night. But every morning when she woke up, the blonde was already changed into her regular clothes and ready for the day.

Except. Right now, she was in her rumpled tank top with sleep tumbled blonde hair tumbled all around her shoulders, and… god. She used a ridiculous amount of will power to stop her eyes from roaming lower to see the way her cheerleading toned legs would look in those short sleep shorts she wore.

With a deep breath, she tore her eyes away and fell into her back, into the warm sheets. And took another deep breath, trying to cleanse her mind of inappropriate thoughts of her friend. It was made difficult when she felt the blankets be tugged from her a bit, and her eyes flew back open.

Just in time to see Arizona tuck herself back into bed, their legs brushing together under the covers. She wondered if Arizona could feel her shiver – she really couldn't help it – but the blonde didn't look any more effected, as she reached over to the table and lifted her book, to properly mark her place before closing it.

Callie just gaped at her, confused, "How long have you been up?"

Her eyes glanced down to a creamy, pale shoulder as Arizona shrugged, and she noted the little freckles there, which made her lips quirk into a smile, "A couple of hours." Blue eyes darted to her as Arizona reached back over to put her book down, "I didn't want to wake you up."

Still unbelieving, she looked between them. At the very few inches between them, and at the way Arizona was still lying here. All relaxed and sleep tumbled, and she repeated dumbly, "You… didn't want to wake me up. But you stayed in bed."

Arizona lifted her eyebrows at her, "Yes?" Her fingers splayed over Callie's comforter, then toyed with the corner of it in that way of hers, "Is that… not okay?"

Callie was pretty sure that her eyebrows had lifted so far, they were off of her forehead, because is that not okay? Is it not okay that Arizona apparently was comfortable enough to slow herself down and stay in bed with her like this? That she didn't mind that their bare legs were touching under the covers?

That she apparently had been reading in bed while Callie had slept next to her? The way… a couple would do?

"It's okay," the words practically squeaked out, and she cursed herself, because she could feel the way her cheeks burned in a blush. Then she cleared her throat, "I – it's okay," and she was glad that her voice came out much more normal.

The grin Arizona was giving her revealed those adorable dimples, as she whispered, "Good."

Keep your cool, Callie, she commanded herself, as Arizona slowly lied on her back next to her, their shoulders brushing. Dark eyes watched as Arizona's fingers went up to brush down her tank top, dipping under the blanket.

Then, in a move that she hadn't anticipated – much like this entire morning so far – Arizona turned onto her side, and Callie was caught staring at her. Even though she flushed, she refused to move her gaze, and just met Arizona's contemplative gaze. She might not know exactly what Arizona was contemplating, but she'd known her long enough to know that there was something on her mind.

Don't push, she reminded herself, and bit her lip for a moment before asking, "What were you reading?"

Arizona's forehead crinkled in confusion for just a moment, before smoothing out, "Oh. It's just a book for one of my classes."

"You're doing homework on the Tuesday of spring break?" she couldn't keep the amusement out of her voice. Because of course Arizona was doing her homework now.

She knew that her small smile was obvious when Arizona started to pout, "It's not homework. It's – never mind."

Callie lifted an eyebrow, "It's what?" When Arizona shook her head to deny her the answer, she reached out to lightly pinch her side, her fingers and stomach tingling as she made contact with both the soft tank top she wore and her even softer, warm skin of her hip. Quickly, she pulled back, her voice still playful, if a bit shaky, "You can't just say that and then not answer."

"I can, too. You might be some amazing Broadway star, Callie Torres, but you're not the boss of me," Arizona threw back, and it took Callie a few seconds just to relish the way the blonde was teasing her.

Of course they'd bad moments like this before. Cute moments, playful moments, but now they were closer. And the fact that they were close to one another, and still having this… while lying in her bed… it was making her heart pound ridiculously hard in her chest.

"If you won't tell me, I'm just going to have to guess," she warned, and she was encouraged by the way Arizona snorted. "You were reading… the unabridged Sarah Palin biography."

The chortle that came from the back of the blonde's throat was enough to make her laugh, and she only laughed harder when Arizona also rolled onto her side and looked at her in offense, "Of course not!" Blue eyes stared into hers and she wondered if Arizona's breath hitched or if it was just her imagination, but then her voice was perfectly clear, "It was extra credit," the words came out in something that sounded like a confession.

And Callie held her gaze for a few seconds before her eyebrows lowered in confusion, "Extra credit? I – Arizona, you have practically perfect grades. Why are you spending your spring break on doing work that you don't even have to do? That's – that's unacceptable," she nodded, as resolutely as she could with her head resting on the pillow.

Arizona rolled her eyes at her, and her mouth opened to answer before the door to her bedroom opened, Cristina's voice already ringing out before she was even through the doorway, "Which one of you finished my cereal?"

As soon as the door had made them jump, Arizona had pressed her body back into Callie – either out of fear or protection, she couldn't be sure – but she was too distracted to even be able to appreciate it, "What?"

"My cereal. I bought a family size box of Cheerios just a few days ago, and I left enough for a bowl – huh," she cut herself off as she saw the scene before her, them currently snuggled all pressed against one another, and her eyebrows lifted as a smug look crossed over her face, "This looks cozy."

Dark eyes bore into her roommate, who seemed completely unaffected, "It was," she bit out, trying to make the point with her glare.

But it was too late, and Arizona seemed to have snapped out of her shock. Her body pulled away from Callie's, "It is getting a little late. I should probably get dressed."

Within seconds, she had her clothes for the day bundled into her arms, and she sent a small, forced, dimpled smile toward Cristina as she passed her in the doorway. Callie reached down and tossed her own pillow at her roommate. Not Arizona's because, well, Arizona's pillow smelled like her and it would be a shame to waste.

And she was already feeling the chill from missing where their bodies had touched, "Thanks a lot!"

Cristina held up her hands, "Look, you were the one who told me – repeatedly – that nothing was going on between you two. You made that whole big deal about going to the store to find an air mattress," her gaze flickered to the perfectly made air mattress that hadn't been touched since the first night, and her smirk was almost unbearable, "Looks like that trip came in handy."

She could feel her cheeks burn again, even as she felt her lips pull up into a smile that just couldn't be helped, "Shut up, Cristina."

Her roommate shrugged, "Hey, I'm happy for you. Just not happy that you finished my cereal. Which I want you to buy the next time you go out," she informed her, seriously, before stepping back to close the door.

Callie rolled her eyes, "I already had it on the list," she informed her.

Cristina grunted, and then swung the door open again, "Oh, and you should be thankful it was me who barged in here. Your lunatic friends just knocked on the door like thirty seconds ago, and were ridiculously anxious about getting in here. My matter was more pressing."

"My lunatic friends?" She questioned, even though she of course knew who her lunatic friends were – they were her only friends.

Slowly, she kicked the blankets down her legs. There was no way she could even try to go back to the morning she and Arizona had been having now that Mark and Addison were there. At the very least, the pair would want to want to watch them interact. At most, they would want to be lying in bed with them.

"Yeah, and I'm waiting for the thanks I deserve by detaining them in the kitchen rather than letting them come in here and interrupt you and blondie," Cristina threw over her shoulder as she walked out of the door.

"Thanks!" she called, sarcastically, considering how much she wished no one had entered and interrupted their moment. Especially because she'd seen how quickly it went from sweet, playful Arizona to someone-else-is-here quickly brushed off Arizona. And she sincerely hoped that when it was just the two of them again, things were going to be the same way.

But she let out a quiet groan and rolled out of bed, because if she didn't get out there quickly enough, then Arizona would come back out and be confronted with Mark and Addison, alone. The thought made her hurry out into the kitchen, where she was met with matching lecherous grins.

Addison lifted her eyebrow, "You certainly look… rumpled."

She could feel herself blush, which didn't help her cause even though she was telling the truth, "I – I just got up!"

"Arizona just walked into the bathroom. She looked pretty rumpled, too. And didn't you say that she was an early riser?" Addison pushed, "And what was that I heard about an air mattress not being used?"

Dark eyes darted toward the closed bathroom door, because she knew ridiculously well, that in this small apartment, all sounds carried everywhere, "Be quiet! And you know nothing is happening."

At least, nothing that she could tell Addison – and definitely not Mark – about. The story about Arizona's brother had clearly been told to her in confidence, so that was the way it was going to stay.

Mark lifted his hands up in a gesture that was supposed to say that they were innocent, "How are we supposed to know nothing is happening?"

She folded her arms over her chest, and lifted her eyebrows at his use of the term we, "Who are you to be talking, Sloan?" she flicked her eyes toward Addison, so he got the idea. And then he scowled.

Addison looked toward the bathroom door, "We're just interested. Look, we didn't have a show yesterday. Which means I didn't get to see you, so… I just wanted to come and check in! Besides, we always get lunch together on Tuesday before we go to vocal training," she reminded her.

And Callie sighed, her arms falling to her sides, "I know. But – I meant to get up earlier and text you that I had to cancel. And that I wasn't going to vocal training today."

It was an optional training course for them, offered via Richard's connections, that hadn't been mandatory since the musical opened. But Callie enjoyed it, and Addison had been going with her just as something they did together. Mark joined them occasionally.

Then the bathroom door opened, and Callie turned to see Arizona standing there. She had no idea how Arizona had disappeared for only a few minutes, and came out looking absolutely amazing. Her hair was framing her face in gentle waves, and she somehow managed to make a simple long-sleeved shirt and skinny jeans look sexy. And then her bare feet, toes tapping lightly on the hardwood floor as she rocked back and forth made her look cute.

It shouldn't even be possible. But she couldn't complain, when her heart was beating quickly in her chest like this.

And here, it wasn't the soft, playful Arizona she got in her bed, or the closed up one she'd seen on several occasions; it was the one she saw when Arizona was in front of her squad. There were so many facets to the blonde, and somehow, Callie wanted to be able to know them all.

Even as Arizona nodded at her, seriously, "Callie, you shouldn't not go about your everyday routine just because I'm here. I told you, I can entertain myself."

Dark eyes rolled, "Entertain yourself? By doing more extra credit reading?" she teased, enjoying the way blue eyes narrowed at her.

She was only reminded that her friends were standing there when Addison cleared her throat, and both Callie and Arizona turned their attentions to her. The redhead's eyebrows were lifted in amusement, "No, actually, Callie's right. We actually… can't do lunch today anyway."

This was why Addison was her best friend, she thought, giving her a small, grateful smile. They both glared at Mark when he opened his mouth to disagree, only to be elbowed in the stomach by Addison. He rubbed the spot, but nodded slowly, "Yeah. Right. We're busy."

Addison followed up his nod, before taking a few steps toward the door, "Super busy. We were just really coming to cancel on Cal." She told Arizona, before taking another step, and leaning toward the brunette, "Tell me everything. Later."

Mark looked over Arizona for a few moments before following Addison, while giving one of his typical ridiculously cheesy smiles, "You must be Alaska. I've heard a lot about you."

Arizona lifted an eyebrow at him, "Very funny; I haven't heard that a thousand times before," she threw at him, "And I know that you're Mark. I've heard a lot about you," she said, and her eyes looked toward Addison, in a knowing manner.

Callie had never really first handedly seen Arizona be the head cheerleader, but with that tone of voice and that look… well, she definitely saw it. And... uh, she definitely wasn't turned on by it in the least.

God. She had to get herself under control, she thought, biting her lip and trying to contain her small smile at the way Mark's face fell before his eyebrows lifted in consideration.

"Bye, Torres. Have a good day," his eyebrows wiggled, and she rolled her eyes at him as Addison called for him to follow her.

As soon as the door shut behind them, she bit her lip again and turned back to the blonde, "I – sorry about them. I really didn't know they'd be coming over."

Really, really didn't know, because she would much rather be where she was ten minutes ago, all close in her bed with the blonde. But, besides. She had other plans for them today.

Arizona looked at her for a moment, that same contemplative look on her face, that made Callie desperately want to know what she was thinking, before she finally hugged her pajamas tighter to her chest, "Callie, I really do mean that I don't want you to ruin your schedule to accommodate me. If you have vocal training, you should go."

A small laugh left her, as she walked out of the kitchen and her feet instinctively walked toward the blonde, "It's not mandatory. I go because it's just… needless improvement. Like your extra credit," she teased, and was immensely relieved when the playful spark was back in those baby blues.

It seemed that this Arizona might be here to stay with her.

She continued, "And neither of us will be following our responsibilities today," with a frown, she corrected herself, "Well, I do have to do my show later. But that's not for hours, so."

Arizona looked at her in exasperation, "So, you planned for us to blow off responsibilities today?"

Now Callie felt herself blush again, "I – kind of." Narrowing her eyes, she asked, "Did you shut off my alarm?"

Arizona shrugged, but her cheeks flushed, "I thought that you set it by mistake! I know that you don't like to wake up early, and I thought you deserved to sleep in," her voice tapered off quietly.

Which made Callie's chest feel all warm, and she sent her a small smile, "Well, thank you for that. But I did have plans for us today."

"What plans?" Arizona inquired, curious. And possibly a little worried, "I'm not really one for surprises."

It just made her smile, "You'll like it," she assured, "I just have to get dressed."

That's how they wound up inside of Rockefeller Center, waiting to get into the elevator, and Callie was excited by both where they were, and the way Arizona was standing so close to her. And despite the fact that they were already here, the blonde was still shaking her head, "Callie, you really don't have to do this."

She waved their tickets at her, "Of course I do, we're already here," she joked, enjoying the way Arizona's lips quirked up into a small smile.

The blonde's arms wrapped around her own waist, "I just mean – you're a New Yorker, but you planned this whole day of doing tourist-y things with me. You don't have to do this," she insisted.

"Arizona. I've been a New Yorker for less than two years, first of all. And secondly? When I first came here, and wanted to do tourist-y things, I couldn't afford it. Now, I can. And I'd like to do them with you," she added quietly, feeling her cheeks blush at the admission.

But Arizona took it well, because within seconds, Callie felt her hand being taken into Arizona's, "I'd like to do them with you, too," and her voice was so low, it sounded and felt like a confession.

It made her entire stomach burst into butterflies, as her hand tingled. And she lightly squeezed her hand with hers, as they were let into the elevator, "You ready to see the city?"

Arizona giggled – Callie decided it was one of her favorite sounds – and led the way. While they were squeezed inside, the blonde looked up at her, "April and the girls wanted to do this whole tourist thing a couple of years ago when we spent the day in the city for a competition. But I didn't want to take the time off from the work I had to do."

Callie looked down at her in surprise as the elevator zipped them to the top, "And yet you're going to blow off your spring break extra credit work to come with me?" she teased, tilting her head.

Blue eyes rolled, but the way her fingers tightened gave her all of the answer she needed, and yeah. Something between them had shifted in the best way, even if she couldn't really put a name on it.

Then the doors opened, and Callie realized they were still surrounded by all of the people, and she was brought back to reality. Arizona was, too, and her eyes lit up, as she pulled Callie along. She couldn't deny that she was a little surprised with the determined way Arizona led them out to the observation deck… but she kind of loved it.

And she really loved the gasp Arizona let out as they stepped outside, and she had trouble moving her gaze from the blonde next to her to the city laid out before them. Which, she would admit, was breathtaking.

The blonde walked forward to the railing on the observation deck, her hand dropping from Callie's as she gripped it and stared outwards. Callie stood a little bit farther back, looking at Arizona's profile, because… she could see the way she looked out at the city laid out before them.

And she looked somehow at peace in a way that she didn't think she'd really seen Arizona look. Like standing here, above everything, with nothing above them seemed to take weight off of her shoulders that always seemed to be there.

Then Arizona turned to look at her, and Callie's breath caught in her throat so abruptly she nearly choked. Tendrils of golden hair blew to the side, and the look that was sparkling in blue eyes was just… incredible.

"Thank you for taking me here," Arizona whispered, and somehow it seemed to carry in the air to make it to her ears, like it was just for her to hear, "I'm not putting off extra credit reading, either. I have mock trial research to do, and a new routine to come up with," she told her, and the way the words sounded made it seem like she was making another confession, but this time Callie didn't completely understand.

She offered a confused smile, and shook her head, bringing her hands up to stop her hair from whipping with the wind; she didn't quite understand completely how Arizona's managed to look like she was some sort of model.

Arizona tugged on the hem of her windbreaker, "It's – I just mean to say that I have a lot to do over break. And I've always spent my breaks not relaxing or doing… things like this. I haven't really ever felt like – like the need to do something like this was more important than completing the responsibilities I had to get done."

Now, she was starting to understand. And her heart started to pound in her chest, as her stomach exploded into butterflies, "Oh," was all she could manage.

That contemplative look was back and she wanted more than anything to know what it meant, "But with you, today, it feels more important," she finished, her fingers twisting in the material of her jacket in a way that told Callie that this was hard for Arizona to be saying like this. All honest and open.

And she wanted nothing more – had possibly never wanted anything more – than to close the distance between them and press her mouth to the blonde's. To feel the give of her lips the way she'd felt that one time a few weeks ago.

She clenched her hands tightly, because she couldn't be the one to do that again. No matter how much she wanted to. So she released a breath, and unclenched her hands, and the smile that came up onto her face was still ridiculously natural.

Because who couldn't smile at Arizona Robbins after that?

"Being here with you is important to me, too," she told her, reaching out to take her hand again. This much, she could do. Especially given the way hers was being squeezed back in return.

It was less than an hour later that they found themselves in Central Park, and she was leading Arizona to a grassy area, handing her the box of pizza they'd just bought – because in their day of tourism, it was something they had to buy – as she unzipped the backpack she'd brought and pulled out a blanket.

And Arizona laughed, the sound making her look at her defensively, "We can't have a proper picnic without a blanket."

But the blonde shook her head, her hands tightening on the pizza box to make sure she didn't drop it, "I'm – I just wondered what you had packed in there and why you were carrying it around. And it was a blanket," the giggles kept coming.

Narrowing her eyes, she grabbed the pizza back from the blonde's hands, and dropped both herself and the box to the blanket, "I fail to see the humor," she mumbled.

But then Arizona was sitting beside her, grinning still, dimples popping, "It's cute. And I appreciate the blanket," she said, and even though she was still smiling like that, the sincerity was clear.

And there was no way Callie could still feign her bad mood, "You better," she joked, and went to open the pizza box.

But then was stopped, by a soft hand over hers. She looked down at it for a few seconds, because this touch wasn't like their hand holding. It was more of a… caress? Before she moved her gaze up to Arizona's face.

She had that look again, the one she'd been getting all day, and Callie could see the way she swallowed hard before blue eyes locked onto hers, and the intensity of them stole all of her questions away, "Callie, I'm… I told you all about Tim. And you didn't – don't judge me. Or him," She added on quietly, her eyes searching into Callie's and it was only then that she realized Arizona had shifted closer to her.

Because of the warmth of her hand and the way her stomach was doing flips, it took her a couple of tries to clear her throat before shaking her head and saying, "There's nothing to judge, Arizona. You… haven't had everything easy, and the person turned out to be is amazing," she told her, her voice low, honest.

Arizona was on her knees, coming even closer as she pushed the pizza box out of the way like it was the last thing on her mind. And it was the last thing on Callie's, when Arizona was so close, she could smell her body spray, and the way there were flecks of lighter blue in her eyes.

"You know that you're the only person I've told that all to. And sometimes…" she trailed off and licked her lips, and Callie found herself captivated by it even as Arizona continued to speak, "Sometimes I can't believe that you're still here, after I've run away and tried to push you away. But you're always here. Inviting me to stay with you and just being so caring."

Despite the way her heart was hammering in her chest, she tilted her head back slightly to look up at Arizona, and had to clear her throat twice so that her voice could come out clear, "Well. I care about you."

And she could have cringed at herself, because duh.

Maybe caring about Arizona the way she did wasn't the smartest thing ever, and maybe it had been difficult trying to just be her friend. But Callie really couldn't bring herself to care about that right now, because she really fucking liked Arizona.

And she was so close now that she was right next to Callie, her face only inches away, and Callie could feel her warm breath hitting her cheek as Arizona spoke lowly, "You were right a few days ago, when you said that I can't control everything." Her voice became breathy for a moment as her eyes dipped to Callie's lips, which she licked reflexively, "And I can't… control how I feel about you. I have feelings for you. Feelings that I'm not really sure how to try to make go away or not feel, even if it would be better for you if I didn't feel them."

God. A breath shuddered out of her, and they weren't even kissing. They weren't even touching, but somehow having this whispered conversation with Arizona, and making eye contact like this, it was somehow so intimate that it was already making her stomach tingle in anticipation.

"I – I don't want you to not feel them. It's not best for me," she told her, and her hands went behind her to hold herself up as she tilted her head to get a steadier look at the blonde.

Arizona bit her lip, "That's what I mean. You… Callie, you've seen what a mess I can be. And you still want me. Like this."

"I want you a lot," she whispered, roughly, then felt herself flush, because she didn't intend for that to slip out.

It was worth it to see the way blue eyes darkened, and before she could even realize what was happening, Arizona's hand came up to her jaw, and the soft contact made her head buzz. And Arizona dipped her head, Callie licked her lips in preparation.

She was going to have those lips on hers again, and she could feel Arizona's breath on her mouth. But even as she was tilting her head, she lifted her hand shakily to the blonde's shoulder, her thumb automatically stroking her, as she shook her head lightly. It took all of her control to murmur, "Arizona, I – I can't do this if you're going to run again. So, if you can't do this now…" she trailed off, the meaning implicit.

And she was sure if Arizona backed away now, a little part of her would die. But a much bigger part would be at risk if this happened, and the blonde ran. It wasn't like the last time. Because things had changed, and she couldn't take Arizona running from this.

Arizona shook her head after a moment, hands coming up and combing through Callie's hair, tilting her head so that she could look right at her, and her looked so intensely, Callie was positive that she could somehow see right through her, "I'm not going to run. I'm done with running. I don't have anything to run from with you anymore," she whispered, in what sounded like a confession again.

Okay, yes. That was all she needed to hear. Her hand slid from where it was on Arizona's shoulder to the back of her neck, stroking the soft, warm skin there.

Arizona's eyes became hooded at the feeling, and she hummed quietly, leaning in even closer, "I really want to kiss you, Callie."

"I really want you to," she managed to get out, before one of Arizona's hands came to her hip, and she started to close the distance.

Callie was already groaning when those amazingly soft lips brushed against hers, and her hand tightened where it was on Arizona's neck. God, she'd never experienced this build up before, in any sort of relationship in her entire life.

That was the only explanation for why she was already so aroused, she thought, dimly, as Arizona's lips pressed against hers firmly. The brushed against hers, twice, before Callie couldn't wait anymore, and her mouth opened, urging the blonde to follow suit.

As soon as her tongue brushed against Arizona's bottom lip, she could feel the blonde moan, and the thumb on her hand that had fallen to her hip slipped under Callie's jacket and shirt, and brushed against her skin.

They both whimpered, and she slid her hand down, urging Arizona to swing her leg over hers to make them both more comfortable. But her motion made Arizona pull back, her forehead pressing against Callie's, "We're in public," she told Callie, but her breathing was ragged.

And Callie was positive that Arizona wanted this just as much as she did, "We're just kissing," which was true, even if she wanted more than kissing, "And," she shifted to press her lips to Arizona's once more, "We're in Central Park." She tilted her head to suck on Arizona's bottom lip, the exact way she thought about every time the blonde licked it or bit down on it. As she pulled back, she loved the way Arizona followed the motion, as though she wanted more, and her voice was low with want as she finished, "People have done a lot more here."

"You're probably right," Arizona breathed into her mouth, and without any more urging from Callie, swung her leg over to straddle her waist, and both hands went to Callie's jaw, holding her still.

As Callie tilted her head back up for another kiss, Arizona leaned back a little, and she couldn't help but let out a whimper. She wasn't even embarrassed by it – she'd wanted this for too long to be embarrassed.

When she made herself open her eyes, she met darkened blue ones, that were focused on her mouth, and Arizona whispered, "You have really, really soft lips."

Somehow exasperated and amused, she shook her head, "So do you. Kiss me again."

She was pretty sure that the earth could have exploded as Arizona's mouth touched hers again, still smiling, and she wouldn't have noticed.

Or cared.

Please let me know what you think! I loved all of the comments and feedback on the last chapter! You are all amazing. Thank you so much for reading! I hope you liked the chapter.