"God," Callie panted out, as her body strained up against the lean one pressing down against her. She knew, logically, that maybe they shouldn't have started this. Because it was Saturday morning and Arizona's train back to school was soon. Much too soon.

But she didn't think that anyone could really think logically when they had Arizona Robbins on top of them, pressing them into the mattress below.

One of Arizona's hands held both of her wrists above her head – she didn't even know when that had happened, and the other was stroking up and down from right under her bra to the waist of her jeans, leaving goosebumps in it's wake.

Her word seemed to snap Arizona out of the daze she'd been in with her mouth on Callie's neck, where the soft lips had been sucking gently, and she crashed back against Callie's mouth. As soon as she felt the soft brush of Arizona's tongue against her own, she wrapped her lips around it, sucking softly.

And Arizona's answering moan shot straight through her, her hips thrusting up against the blonde, who immediately thrust down against her. Callie's hands scratched down her back from where they rested under her shirt, coming to rest on her hips to urge her to keep rolling her hips.

She retreated just a bit, tilting her head enough to be able to change the dynamic of the kiss, so she could take the blonde's soft upper lip between her own; she'd learned this was the best way to –

"Callie," her name broke on a whimper that crashed over her like a wave, because Arizona didn't whimper like that, all desperate and needy, easily.

And she really loved it. The first time she'd gotten the gasp of her name like that had been the other night on the couch, when she'd slipped her own hand under the blonde's shirt, and felt her firm, plump breast in her hand.

Just the memory of it had her groaning, using the grip on slim hips to hold tight as she rolled them over, now pinning the blonde down. In the last few days, since they had taken things this far – this gloriously far – she'd learned that Arizona liked to be on top of her, controlling the situation.

Which wasn't surprising. At all. And, honestly, it felt really freaking good, because the blonde knew what she was doing up there. It just made Callie even more anxious for them to progress ever farther than they already had, despite how much she truly didn't want to rush things between them.

In her lust filled mind, she could still register that rushing things or pushing Arizona could make for bad results. And that was exactly what she needed to avoid.

Still, Arizona's hands were already so familiar with her, as she slid them up Callie's stomach again, her thumbs stroking over Callie's bra, and her nipples immediately responded to the light stimulation.

It was… god, it was only natural to want someone this much, right? Someone who was incredible attractive, who was sleeping in your bed, who could kiss as well as she could do… well, everything else. It was only natural that her body wanted so badly to do even more.

But, no rushing. The back of her mind chanted the words at her, as Arizona's leg slipped between hers, pushing up enough for Callie's mouth to tear from hers and let out a long, low groan. The pressure there, against her center was so fucking good.

Then she dropped her forehead to the blonde's soft, strong shoulder, inhaling against her and smelling the way her shampoo and perfume came together in a soft, amazing scent that somehow both turned her on even more and made her stomach tingle with butterflies. Her hand slid of it's own accord, first up, brushing against the smaller woman's ribcage as she heaved in deep breaths, under her.

And then it slid down, the very edge of her thumb stroking under the edge of Arizona's pants, and she shuddered when she felt the edge of unmistakably lacy underwear low on her hip. She could hear and feel warms puffs of Arizona's breath against her ear, a whine low in her throat.

Before she even realized it was happening, she found herself on her back again, and the soft, warm body she expected to be above hers was now half on top of her, but half on her side. As she turned her head to look up in question, she was met with the darkest, most intense look of those blue eyes, gazing down at her.

They had that look in them, the one where she knew Arizona was thinking hard about something, but before she could say or do anything, her mouth was busy once again, demanding lips on hers, the blonde's tongue seeking entrance.

And as it was happily granted, she felt Arizona's hand slide down her side, stopping at her hip, and sliding just an inch inwards before pausing again, and she couldn't keep her hips still for the life of her. Then the blonde's hand was on the move again, her mouth immediately becoming gentler against Callie's own, and the change made her head spin.

Her extremely capable hand slid even more, slowly, so fucking slowly, down Callie's thigh and even over her jeans, she could feel Arizona's warm touch. The blonde's fingertips moved, dipping to rest on her inner thigh, and then her breath caught in her throat, her entire body freezing. Waiting.

Waiting for those fingers to press upwards, against her center. Because she was so wet at the moment that even though the thick material, she knew Arizona would be able to feel how much she wanted her.

All she got was the brief feeling of knuckles brushing against her – it was enough to make her moan, pleasure rushing through her at the first contact.

Then the alarm from Arizona's phone blasted through the room, and they both jumped. Arizona's mouth was suddenly gone from hers, as she leaned over, away from Callie, rolling onto her back to shut off the alarm she'd set to let them know when it would be time to leave.

And she just remained on her back, feeling like every nerve and muscle of her body was strung so taut, she would break. She probably could have come like that, she thought dimly, brown eyes blinking open to stare dimly at the ceiling.

But, after a few deep breaths, she managed to calm down enough to actually move, turning her head just a bit to look at Arizona. Who was laying completely still, eyes closed, with her hand holding tightly to her iPhone, resting against her stomach.

The flush on her cheeks, the way her hair was rumpled, and her lips looked so… perfectly plump from their kisses made Callie need her even more, if that was possible. But it was the way those lips tilted downward slightly in a frown, and the way her hand was holding so tightly to the phone that really killed the buzz she'd been floating high on.

She knew exactly what was on Arizona's mind, even before she sighed and sat up, "Time to go."

And that completely brought her down, because… she felt like this week had gone by so fast, yet so much had happened. She wanted to keep things happening between them. Dark eyes ran over Arizona's back for a few seconds before she cleared her throat, "It's Saturday… you could stay until tomorrow."

And she kept her voice purposefully light, as she walked her fingers lightly up Arizona's arm, trying to get that tenseness out of her. Callie had learned Arizona could so easily go from being relaxed and as carefree as Arizona could let herself feel, to being tense and stressed. Within seconds, really.

Blue eyes cracked open just a bit, still intense, but Arizona gave her a small crooked smile, revealing one of her dimples, "You know I have to go. My ticket is for today, and I didn't get nearly as much done this break as I should have."

Her teeth dug into her bottom lip painfully, because she was not going to try to debate with Arizona the merits of staying here another day, even though she wanted to. But her reasons were selfish – she just wanted more unstressed, in-their-bubble time together. And she knew that Arizona really had put aside a lot of work she'd intended to do this break.

It had to end some time, she supposed, even as her stomach felt like it was knotting. She sighed, stretching her arms above her head, "I know."

She only watched for a few seconds as Arizona was walking around her bed to double check her suitcase to make sure she had everything, before pushing herself up and swinging her legs off the bed to lean down and grab her shoes, pulling them on just as the blonde finished zipping up her suitcase.

Arizona's eyebrows knit together in confusion, "What are you doing?"

She rolled her eyes back at her, "I'm walking you to the train station. Do you think I lack such chivalry?"

The quiet, amused chuckle that met her ears was practically like music, even as blonde hair shook as she shook her head, "Callie, you don't have to walk me there. Today is your busy day; you have two shows to do. You should stay here and relax until you have to go."

Shoes already laced up, she reached for her jacket, "I'm going to meet Addison before the show, anyway. You're practically on the way," she assured her, even though the train station wasn't really on the way at all, and she was fairly certain Arizona knew that.

Her suspicion was proved correct when Arizona just arched an eyebrow at her, and she felt her cheeks burn just a bit, tinging pink, "Okay, maybe I just want to spend some more time with you," she admitted.

Which was met with a quiet few seconds, before a slow, soft smile brightened Arizona's expression, and she tilted her head, "Come on."

Their walk was mostly quiet, both of them lost in thought, as the sounds of Arizona's suitcase thumping behind them on the sidewalk met their ears. Their hands were clasped, fingers intertwined, and the closer they got to the train station, the slightly tighter she held onto that hand.

She really wasn't ready for this week to end. This was the week that brought so many surprises and such incredible things. Like how Arizona opened up and let her in. The way unguarded baby blues would smile up at her. The softness and give of Arizona's lips. How nimble her fingers were.

Gently she shook her own head – not a good road to go down, when her body had barely calmed from a little while ago and they were saying goodbye in a few moments.

It seemed that they were perfectly in sync as they collectively slowed and came to stand a few feet in front of the doors of Penn Station. She didn't relinquish her hold on Arizona's hand, and she just gently ran her thumb over the soft, pale skin of the back of her hand.

Dark eyes looked down at that point, and she licked her lips slowly, in thought, before she raised her gaze to the inquiring blue ones. Okay, Callie had to ask. She had to, even if she was nervous about what she was going to hear.

Because it was what was weighing on her for the entire walk, and what she'd been trying not to think about for days. After clearing her throat, she lifted an eyebrow, "What, uh, what is going to happen now? Between us?"

Was there an us, even? She didn't know.

And the way those eyes looked up at her, and Arizona bit her lip slowly, she was kind of dreading the answer. The blonde had promised to be honest with her, so she was waiting on bated breath for the answer, "I don't really know. I don't know what things will be like with us, when I go back."

Okay, that crushing weight in her stomach was definitely getting heavier, she realized, and she kind of felt sick.

But Arizona's hand held tightly to hers, "Not because I'm going to run from you or anything. I swear to you, I'm not. Because you… being able to tell you everything and how I've felt since, is really the best feeling I've had in a long time. Maybe forever, Callie. I mean that. It's just, this is back to real life. And I'm not weighed down by anything from the past, but I am weighed down with everything in the present," her voice was soft, and it sounded like it was strained.

Callie wondered how Arizona even carried around all of the responsibility she shouldered, and all of the stress that came with it. But she didn't really know what to say, in response. "I don't… I don't really know what to say. But I do know that," she took a step closer, and lifted her other hand to brush a tendril of hair behind Arizona's ear, "I don't want whatever we started, to be over."

Cerulean eyes looked up into hers, searching through the dark brown, as Arizona whispered, "I don't want that, either. I just don't know how it will work when we're not together, like this. My days are busy, like they always have been, but – I still want to talk to you every night. I still want to see you, if I have a free weekend. That's what I can give you, for now, while everything is the way it is."

And Callie really couldn't ask for more – it wouldn't be possible. Because the reality of it all was that Arizona lived in a different state, she took a full class load, and was the head of three different organizations there. She knew that Arizona making time to see her and them talking every night was the best they could do as long as they were in the distance situation that they were in.

Plus, she herself had her own life and commitments here. So, she supposed they would just have to do the best they could.

For now, she could accept it, because that was how it was. So she took a deep breath, and forced a smile. That didn't really turn out to be forced, really, not when she looked into the blonde's anxious eyes, "I'll call you tonight, then?" she asked.

The anxiety that had been clearly written on Arizona's face lessened slightly, with her shoulders slumping just a bit with a soft release of tension.

And instead of responding, the hand that was still holding hers pulled her so that they were standing at the side of the building, out of the way of most of the people milling around. Then she was spun, and the hand that had been holding onto the suitcase now reached up to her shoulder, gently pushing her back.

As soon as her back hit the wall, her other hand moved to Arizona's waist, fingers gently rubbing over the soft material of her light jacket as the blonde stood on her tiptoes. She could feel her hand moving from her shoulder to cup her jaw as she ducked her head, leaning in.

For a few moment, she could feel Arizona's breath hit her lips, all soft and warm, and still smelling minty from when she'd brushed her teeth earlier. Then that mouth pressed into her own, with just a whisper of contact.

There was just the hint of their mouths meeting, and she was the one who leaned in a little more, gaining firmer contact. She sighed softly, and then Arizona pulled back, her thumb softly tracing over the skin just below Callie's lips.

That hand fell away, as the blonde whispered, "Maybe I'll call you."

Her heart actually skipped a beat, because she knew that Arizona didn't see herself as someone who was going to be good in a relationship, what with everything else she had constantly going on. But then she said sweet things that made her stomach erupt in butterflies.

And those butterflies were conflicting with the feeling in her stomach that no matter what, at the very least this spring break bubble was popping. So, her hands now came to cup Arizona's cheeks, drawing her back towards her, her lips coaxing the blonde's apart this time.

Just enough for her to get a taste, and for her to draw that soft, pink bottom lip between her own again. As she released it and Arizona surged forward, now tilting her head to deepen their kiss even more, she couldn't help but think about the first time they'd met, when she had dropped Arizona off at this train station.

Even that day, she had been reluctant to say goodbye. Because the first day of meeting Arizona – well, really, putting her face to her name and letters and phone calls – it had sparked this feeling inside of her.

And the tingles… yeah, they never went away. They'd just gotten even stronger, she thought, as she pulled away, instead, wrapping her arms around the blonde's waist, the same way she'd done a couple of months ago.

The tingles at first had made her a little nervous. But now they were utterly calming, because this, what they shared together – she really felt like they were meant to have it, together. And now, Arizona's arms weren't hesitant when they wrapped around her.

But this hug was brief, because Arizona – with her hair a little messy from the wind they'd walked through and her face flushed – had to go, and she whispered, "I really do have to catch this train."

Callie sighed, purposefully rolling her eyes in exaggeration to see Arizona's slight smile, "If you must, you must."

Arizona took a deep breath and stood back, grasping for her suitcase, and giving her a small smile, "I'll talk to you later, Callie."

The shrewd, knowing look on Addison's face as she sipped her drink across the table from Callie was exactly what she should have expected, "Tell me everything. Now. I want dirty, wet, details. Don't leave anything out."

The look on her face was absolutely predatory, and it almost made her laugh as she lifted her eyebrow, "I thought you were having sex regularly, in your own life."

In response, she got a dead serious stare, "Callie fucking Torres, I arranged this week for you. And I allowed you to bribe me the other day so that I wouldn't hound you – and kept Mark from it, too – I deserve the details. Share them. Tell me the vagina monologues."

Dark eyes rolled, as she took a deep breath. This actually had been a bribe; when she'd told Addison and Mark that Arizona was going to be there for the show a few nights ago, she could see the excitement in their eyes. She had known they were going to absolutely pounce on the blonde.

So, in return, she'd promised Addison to answer the questions she had about Callie's week, because the redhead insisted she was being ridiculously secretive.

Her finger traced the rim of her glass, "Well, there hasn't been any sex. So, I'm sorry to disappoint."

The look of absolute shock that took over Addison's features made her snort out a laugh, "No sex? But – you two were practically living on top of each other. Why?" she demanded.

Her shoulder shrugged, even as she felt herself blushing, "I'm – we're taking things slow. Especially because she's, well, back at school now, so we have to see where everything is."

Technically, the blonde wasn't back at her school yet, she thought, glancing at the time on her phone. But still. Addison just stared her down, "You're kidding me. So, you didn't want to have sex with her?" the incredulous tone of voice said everything.

And now Callie couldn't even muster up a choked laugh, because all she could do was picture the way Arizona looked in her bed, all flushed and panting. She had to stifle a groan as she crossed her legs – didn't help, "Of course I wanted to, are you kidding?"

She had a ridiculously smart, athletic, sexy blonde in her bed. Yes, she wanted to; what was Addison even talking about?

Her friend just shrugged, "I don't know, you were talking about all of this taking it slow shit. And it must have been a while for you; you haven't even mentioned anyone else since we've known each other. When is the last time you had sex, Cal?"

Callie knew she was blushing, and she gave Addison a dirty look when the people from the next table over gave them a quick, surprised look, "First of all, be quiet. Secondly…" she ran her tongue over her teeth for a moment before settling on, "It's been a while."

"How long?" she demanded to know, arching her eyebrow, "You promised to answer my questions."

She had actually promised to answer her questions about this week with Arizona, but she didn't say that; she figured Addison would shoot back that this was relevant. So she took a deep breath and thought back… "I don't know; about a year and a half, I guess."

"A year and a half?! Christ, Callie, I didn't know you were trying to earn your place in the convent," Addison wasn't even really joking, she could tell that much by the look on her face, even as she glared at her. The redhead raised her hands in a show of surrender, before sipping at her coffee again, and asking, "Okay, fine. Now, tell me the details of you two hooking up or whatever."

Once again, she immediately pictured the way Arizona had been over her this morning, the way she could feel the slight press of her knuckles between her legs. And… she swallowed hard, the persistent pulsing between her legs very clear – those details were just for herself, she decided, and she shrugged, purposefully giving Addison a coy look, "It's been good," she told her simply.

But Addison scoffed, "Well, if it's been that good, I at least bet you've been relieving yourself."

Her cheeks colored even as she inwardly groaned. But of course, Addison noticed, and her eyes widened in either shock or horror, Callie couldn't be sure, "You haven't been?"

Callie's voice was barely above a hiss as she leaned over the table towards her friend, "There hasn't been any time! I – we were together in the mornings before I had to go to the theatre, and then I would be working, and she was in my room when I came back!"

Addison was still giving her a completely baffled look, "But… the shower? Your dressing room? Jesus, Callie, you've been making out with the girl and I presume doing some touching based on your blush, and then just… living with it?"

She closed her eyes tightly, shaking her head, "Okay, stop. I'm the one living with the pain over here."

"Yeah, I bet," Addison mumbled, a smirk on her face as Callie let out a deep breath and glared at her, again. She rolled her eyes, though still chuckling at her own joke, before she took a deep breath, "So, are you two girlfriends now or whatever?"

It made Callie freeze for a second before bringing her coffee cup to her lips and sipping it slowly. She wanted to say yes, but it was all so… murky, and she brought herself to a shrug, "I don't really know. It's complicated," she settled on.

The redhead snorted, "Complicated? Right."

Brown eyes narrowed as she stared at her friend, "What?"

Addison shrugged at her, giving her a serious look, "I just mean, what's complicated about it? You like her, she likes you, you two have the physical thing with the emotional thing. It's a done deal. Not complicated."

The agitation she'd felt earlier was back, weighing heavily on her, "She – for starters – lives in a different state. She's busy at school and I'm working here. It doesn't exactly leave a lot of time for girlfriend things."

Addison shook her head, "Well, if you think that's complicated, you could be living with your fiancé who is having an affair, while you're also having an affair, but pretending to be a perfect couple to the rest of the world?"

Even the idea of it made Callie's head spin and she shook it, "No, thanks." For a moment, she bit her bottom lip and hesitated, because she never brought the topic up with the redhead. But this was an opportunity she should take advantage of, with her bringing it up first. So she hedged," And what is going on with that, anyway?" Quickly, she pushed on, "You – you aren't even happy with Derek. Why stay with him? You've been having this thing with Mark for months, and you both deserve better than this," she added on, thinking of the fact that Mark was still in the development of some serious feelings for her.

Addison's eyebrows were both lifted high on her forehead at everything Callie said, before she shook her head, "You don't understand," she muttered, before blowing out a breath and purposefully putting on a lighter tone, "Which is why I like to focus on your relationship instead."

But Callie ignored that part; they were friends, and this was a two way street, "So make me understand," she said, her voice soft.

The redhead looked down at the table, her face clearly showing that she was deep in thought for a few moments, before she shrugged, "Derek and I – we're what everyone thinks should be perfect. My family, his family… they've all been counting on this for a long time. And I do love him, just. Ugh." She cut herself off and delayed speaking again to take another sip, and tossing out humorlessly, "Besides, what am I supposed to do? Leave Derek for Mark?"

She stared at Addison for a few seconds before shaking her head and making sure Addison was looking at her so she would really listen. Callie bit down any remarks about Sloan's feelings for her or that she and Derek's relationship was clearly already over, "No. You should leave him for yourself."

Addison didn't say anything, her only response being that her eyebrows knit together in thought for a few moments before her expression smoothed out again. She took a deep breath and sat up straight, draining the last of her coffee, before standing up, "You're a good friend, Cal." Was all she said before putting money down for the check, "Now, come on. We have to get to the theatre…" that smirk came back again with a vengeance, "And I have a feeling that you have some frustrations that you need to work out."

Callie exhaled a deep sigh as she laid back in her bed, just kicking off her shoes and pants, enjoying the way her blankets seemed to enfold her into their warmth. The shows had both gone well, but Saturdays were always the most tiring.

Except, as she turned her head slightly into the pillow, she inhaled the smell of Arizona's shampoo. It was embedded into this pillow, for now, and the smell reminded her of the fact that Arizona had been here in her bed.

And just like that, the majority of her exhaustion flew out the window, and she bit her bottom lip as the arousal pulsed through her, just like that. Which, granted, made sense, she thought. Addison had been right earlier, when laying out the facts.

The facts that Callie had been making out with a woman she was incredibly attracted to every night, had touched her breasts – her full, round, firm yet soft, perfect breasts, she thought with a groan, and she knew she was already wet. Really wet, because she needed some relief from all of this.

And she figured she probably had enough time before their phone call, because it really wasn't going to take her long to come, not after this week.

Happy with herself for having already taken off her jeans, she slid her hand down, lightly skimming over her stomach. Her fingertips pausing at the top of her underwear before brown eyes fluttered closed, and she licked her lips, imagining Arizona there with her, above her, just like earlier.

She imagined that her hand was the blonde's as she had dipped it under her shirt, and Callie traced her fingers up to her breast, moving her shirt up along the way. Impatiently, she lifted up a bit and took off her bra, tossing it away from her, before she cupped her own breast, and pinched a nipple.

And the fact that she knew exactly the way Arizona would do it – god, it made it so much better, and she squeezed her thighs together, breath already coming out in heavy exhales. Her underwear was ruined, that much she knew for sure.

Not only because of this, but because of the fact that Arizona had very nearly touched her earlier today. She'd been so, so wet – so ready – for her touch, she thought distractedly, as she traced her other hand down, not being able to stop herself anymore.

She really, really needed this.

Biting her bottom lip, she traced her fingers over the lacy edge of her underwear before slipping just a bit lower and lightly skimming them down, before she came into contact with her center. Which was absolutely dripping, and she bit her lip, as her fingers dipped lower against herself.

Callie dragged one finger through her slit before moving up, and making the first contact with her clit, and she gasped at the fucking relief in just that simple touch. Yeah, she really needed this, she thought dimply with a sigh as she sunk down even lower into her bed.

She'd just found a rhythm when her phone went off from her bedside table, and she completely froze, her hand stopping it's movements. Her breath left her in a frustrated sigh, because she knew it was Arizona calling, and she couldn't not answer.

But – damn it – she just really wanted to come.

Breath still panting lightly, she reached over with the hand not damp from touching herself, and blindly fumbled to answer, "H-hey."

Arizona's voice was soft in her ear, and she could practically hear her smile, "Hey! I told you I would call you tonight."

Callie licked her lips and wondered if it would be wrong to keep touching herself to the sound of her voice. And she decided that, yes, it probably was. So she refrained, and kept her hand on her stomach, trying to regulate her breathing again, "So you did."

"Are you okay?" and now she sounded concerned, which made Callie's eyes close as her cheeks flushed, "You sound out of breath. Did you injure yourself again?" she teased.

Of course Arizona noticed that she wasn't breathing normally, she rolled her eyes at herself, "I – um – yeah? Yes. Injured myself." Shaking her head before Arizona could question it, she added, "What are you up to?"

She heard a few clicks of what she was sure was a keyboard, "I'm just finishing up my proposal for mock trial finals. I have to send it in tomorrow evening."

"Were you productive today?" she asked, and actually was interested. But she was also distracted, and she cursed herself.

Arizona hummed slightly before saying, "Yes! I knew I would be; coming back to the house while it's empty gives me head space to get a lot done. Finished the routine, too," she added and sounded victorious.

It made Callie smile, and she tilted her head upwards slightly, but the movement made Arizona's sweet scent from her pillow attack her senses again, and she barely noticed that she let out a little groan.

She had to take off her underwear, she decided. Because now it was wet and stick – uncomfortably so – and it was just reminding her that she was still so wet. They had to go, and she used her still damp hand to start pulling them down.

Then she froze again when Arizona asked, "Callie? What are you doing? I can hear you moving in your bed, and you still sound all breathless – huh." The sound she made was decidedly knowing, and Callie closed her eyes tightly.

"It's not… like that," she tried to get out, but she was thoroughly embarrassed, and still ridiculously turned on, and it was hard to concentrate on her words when Arizona made this sexy little humming sound.

The blonde cleared her throat, "So, then what's it like?"

And she froze. It was like that; she didn't have a backup story, because clearly the injury story wasn't going to hold up. Biting her lip, hard, she moved her phone briefly to hit against her forehead, then brought it back to her ear, words falling out, "I'm… it's – I didn't. Okay. I mean. I've just been – this week we did a lot of kissing and the touching, and I'm really turned on. Which shouldn't surprise you," she added on, thinking of the times Arizona's thigh had slipped between hers, and her hand today…

Not good things to think about when she was lying in her bed, still ridiculously aroused, now with not even her underwear on.

Arizona was quiet for a few moments, before her voice was all low in Callie's ear, "I'm not surprised. I… had to touch myself, too. Earlier."

Callie was pretty sure she choked on just plain air, and she breathed out, "You did?"

"Yeah. I – after this morning, in your bed… I really didn't want my alarm to go off. It was probably good for the sake of taking things between us slowly, but I really wanted to touch you," Arizona's voice had on that tone like she was making a confession for Callie's ears only, and she probably was.

She fucking loved it, and her hand floated back to between her legs again. She couldn't help it now, not when Arizona Robbins was saying these things to her, in a low tone of voice that she'd only used these last few days, when Callie would be touching her body.

Her breath shuddered out as her finger circled over her clit again, getting back into her rhythm, "You – god – you did?"

The blonde hesitated, and Callie wondered if this was too far or too much, but then Arizona's breath hitched, and she murmured, "I did. So much. I could feel you, through your jeans. I could feel how hot you were. How much you wanted me."

All Callie could do at that was groan, and her fingers circled faster, as she swallowed hard, "I did. Want you. I do."

"I can tell," Arizona's breath was low in her ear, and it was confident in a way that she'd noticed Arizona got when she was taking control when they would make out. And it made shivers run down her spine, and her hips bucked. Yeah, she knew this wasn't going to take long.

"What – uhh," a low moan fell from her, and she was shaking because, god, she was really ready to come now, but she tried to hold out still, rubbing herself just a little slower, and dipping her finger down so she could go inside of herself, eyes closing tightly at the heat that met her finger. She gasped out a breath, and forced herself to continue asking, "What did you think about? Earlier. With yourself."

Arizona's breath shuddered out of her, and into the phone, which in turn made Callie shudder, and her fingers immediately went back to her clit, stroking fast, as the blonde whispered, "You. What it would have been like if my alarm didn't go off. If I could have really touched you, been able to really feel how wet you were for me."

All she could get out to that was a whimper, and the tingly feeling she got just before orgasm was starting in her toes and in the pit of her stomach, "Yesss," she breathed out, her hips jumping to meet her hand.

Then, she was pretty sure Arizona was saying something about how much she had wanted to feel her, but she couldn't be sure, because her orgasm crashed over her, and the hand she had on the phone went slack, as her body pulled taut, and trembled, while she rode out the waves of her orgasm.

When she eventually came down, it felt like she was melting bonelessly into her mattress, tension leaking out of her body, as she caught her breath. It was only after a few seconds of deep breathing that she realized she still had her phone, and Arizona was there, before she scrambled to hold it back to her ear.

Biting her lip, she cleared her throat – now was not any time to be blushing, she rolled her eyes at herself, "Arizona?"

The blonde took in a deep breath before saying, "That wasn't… too much, right?"

And that was all it took for her nerves to dissipate and she shook her head, and let out a breathless chuckle, "Um, no. That was really good. Like, amazing. Have you done that before?"

Arizona let out her own laugh now, "Definitely not. I – it just seemed like the right thing to say in the moment."

Callie let out a content sigh, closing her eyes for a few moments, "It was. All the right things. You're kind of amazing." Then her eyes opened again, when she remembered what Arizona had told her, "Did you really – earlier – thinking of me?"

The answering quiet, slightly embarrassed laugh was all of the answer she needed, "Well, yeah. How else did you think I was able to be so productive today? I couldn't even get into my concentration zone," Arizona added.

"I'm honored," and she meant it – because there were very few things that could detract from Arizona going into her own concentration zone, and Callie knew that. Her teeth dug into her bottom lip, and she released a deep breath that she hadn't realized she'd been holding; this relieved her.

Not just physically, but she was relieved that they were still doing this. That maybe they were still figuring things out, but they still had this between them. It calmed her, she thought, and sunk down a little lower, reaching for her blanket and pulling it up over herself as she inhaled against Arizona's pillow again, "I… I wish you were here. To cuddle with. I kind of got used to you being here when I got back," she admitted in a whisper, waiting for Arizona's response, and hoping that what she said wasn't weird, given that they'd only spent a week together, even though it had felt like longer.

But Arizona just sighed lightly and was silent for a few moments, and when she spoke, her voice was so soft, "I wish I was there, too."

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