A/N: Smut occurs in this chapter. beware! and have fun. ;)

Chapter 3

Arizona's vision was distorted. She was sleepishly dazing between dreamland and the real world. Were the arms wrapped tightly around her part of her reverie? Was the heartbeating into her ear her own or someone else's? Her eyes eased open, unvealing the truth within her queries. Those really were Callie's arms and heartbeat, not just a figment of her imagination. Callie was flat on her back, still far into the depths of dreamland. The blonde was balanced on her side, her face pressed against the fabric of the Latina's Army Strong t-shirt. Her chest was rising and falling beneath her skull, creating a euphoric sense of calm for Arizona. She slowly lifted her head and sat up, taking in the detailed features in Callie's face for the first time. Her eyebrows were sculpted in such a way that made her face look stern and threatening, but the smile lines creased into the woman's cheeks softened her expression. Her lavish, black hair was spilled all over the pillow beneath her head. She looked so peaceful. Like a sleeping beauty. Arizona didn't have time to stop herself. She knew there was only one way to wake Snow White. She pursed her lips and closed her eyes, leaning in to capture the limp ones beneath her. Just like in Snow White, the princess instantly reacted to the kiss. Callie played a heavy hand on the back of Arizona's neck, deepening the kiss.

Callie's body was completely out of her mind's control. She was reacting to the pale lips pressed against her own in ways that could not be described. How had this even come about? She didn't remember making any moves on the blonde. She was sleeping away only a moment ago. It was like starting a movie halfway through. There were pieces missing but the Latina couldn't complain. The soft fingerlips grazing at the sides of her hips were stealing the remaining oxygen from her lungs.

"Ari-," before Callie could say another word, a tongue was invading her mouth, snaking around her own, sending a thick heat coursing through her center. The Latina grabbed the blonde by her sides and guided her into her lap to straddle tanned legs. Arizona's lips began their journey down the side of a caramel neck. White teeth grazed the sensitive skin, making Callie hiss between her own pearly whites. Phalanges carefully fingered their way under sleep shirts, quick to tear them from torsos. Callie decided to express her dominance by switching positions. The much broader woman pinned Arizona onto the mattress by her shoulders before reattaching their lips. When their tongues joined once more, a moan was released. Neither of the women were sure which throat the sound had come from, but neither cared to question. Arizona's center was pressed against a bare stomach. She was sure the moans she was hearing now were coming from her, as a hot hand was pressed into the fabric of her shorts, silently pleading her to lose them. Arizona swiftly shimmied free of the restricting fabrics, leaving her body bare and exposed.

Callie took a moment to open her eyes and quickly scope out the events occuring. She couldn't believe what she was witnessing. Arizona's face was pleading and eager for more of the Latina's touch. Callie carefully smirked at the petite body beneath her before kissing a slick neck with sensitive lips. She travelled lower south, taking a pale pink nipple into her mouth, her tongue orbiting the erect nub.

Arizona groaned in pleasure, bucking her hips towards the ceiling. She'd never wanted anything more than Callie to relieve the pent-up sensitivity at her core.

"Please," The Peds surgeon begged into the brunette hair that was spread across her face and chest. She barely knew this woman, but she urned for her every inch of her being.

Callie chuckled teasingly, lightly tracing her fingers against the tensed flesh of Arizona's stomach. The blonde flinched as Callie finally began her work on a soaked and desperate spot between the blonde's legs.

Tim was jolted from his sleep by a slight rapping sound coming from somewhere inside of the apartment. He cursed his body for instinctively waking him at any possibility of potential danger. This was a price he'd been paying since he joined the Army. He rose from the bed, listening closely to the noises he now identified as moans coming from his big sister's bedroom. He tried his hardest not to erupt into laughter at the dirty spanish words escaping his best friend's quiet lips. He knew Callie had been showing an interest in Arizona ever since he had mentioned her when they met. By the willingness of his sister to allow Callie to share a bed with her, he knew the blonde was intrigued as well.

Tim crawled back into his bed, wrapping a pillow around his neck and ears so the thick cushion muffled out the sinful noise. He soon drifted back into a light sleep.

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Callie was suddenly jolted from her sleep when she felt a shift of weight relieving itself from the mattress. She eased an eyelid open, watching Arizona scurry into the bathroom behind her. The sound of rushing water indicated that the blonde had ran a shower for herself. Callie contimplated joining her, but decided that a cup of coffee would suit her much better, as she was exsausted from their night together.

Callie tossed back the covers that were stiff from dry sweat and felt around the dark room for her sleep clothes. She couldn't find the thong that once occupied her body before being violated by a certain blonde, so she she opted against looking any further and pulled on her shorts.

"Good morning!" Tim said enthusiastically when he saw his best friend making the walk of shame into the kitchen. He decided against bringing up the things he had heard the night before. He would wait until one of the women confessed.

Callie grumbled, reaching for the cup of coffee that Tim had just made for himself. "Thanks," she mumbled, trudging back into the living room and taking a seat on the couch that had already been folded up and put away. The morning news was blasting at a high volume, something Tim had always done when in the mornings with his clock radio when they were in boot camp together. Even during missions, this was a daily routine for him.

After a few more moments, Callie heard the bedroom door behind her open and close. She became dumbfounded as to why the blonde had shut the door behind her, until a cloud of sex filled the air around her. Callie grimaced at Arizona as she made her way towards the kitchen, wet hair falling over her robed shoulders. Callie wasn't sure what last night meant but she didn't want this to be a one night stand. Not only was the sex mind-blowing, but she felt a connection with Arizona and she knew the blonde felt it as well.

Arizona reappeared in the living room with two cups of coffee, one for herself and a second for the brunette. She smiled polite at Arizona, thanking her for knowing exactly what she needed. They sat on the couch in silence, almost as if they hadn't even touched each other the night before.

After a light breakfast, Tim insisted that the three of them went out for the day to venture around Seattle. Arizona reminded him that she had work that evening and that she couldn't, as she'd have to get some errands completed and work some sleep in before heading in.

Tim and Callie got dressed and ready and Callie picked up her duffle bag. "I'm gonna go start the car," Tim insisted, knowing the two women might need a moment before going their seperate ways.

"You're going?" Arizona asked, peering down at the Latina's duffle bag that was slung over her shoulder.

"I have an apartment," Callie explained, "I don't want to be a burden."

Arizona stepped closer. Why didn't she want Callie to leave? She honestly thought that the events of the night before had only occurred because Callie needed to take a load off. The blonde couldn't possibly mean anything to her, besides her best friend's sister. Somehow, though, Callie already meant so much to Arizona. She was the woman who protected her brother through the war. The woman who was willing to lend a helping hand even if most people would find her embarrassing to be around when she makes a mess. She was definitely something special. Obviously, if her brother chose her to call his best friend. She just wished that they could talk about this.

"I'm gonna get going," Callie said after a long string of silence. She wasn't sure what was going on in the blonde's head. She needed to get out. Spend some time with her best friend just to think things through, "I'll see you soon, Arizona." Callie needed to do something to reassure the Peds surgeon. She leaned in and rested a gentle kiss on her forehead before walking out the door.

"Great," Arizona said to the emptiness of her apartment before flopping into the couch. A long, gruesome shift would be ahead of her because she knew she wouldn't be able to sleep now.