Chapter 6

Arizona's eyes locked on the Latina's beside her.

"Callie Torres? Is that you?" Lexie rose from her seat and pulled the sexy Latina in for a big hug. A hug that ignited a flame inside of Arizona. Why was she feeling this way? Why was she so possessive of Callie? How the hell do these two women know each other?

The three who stood slid into the booth. Arizona made a point not to make eye contact with anyone at the table until she got some answers, but Callie and Lexie still continued on with their catching up stories and their conversations in which neither Teddy nor she could chime in on. Arizona snuck a peek at Teddy, who didn't seem too pleased either. She wouldn't dare catch Arizona's gaze. Teddy knew exactly who this Callie Torres was and she wasn't too happy about the fact that she stumbled right into her bar and stealing conversation time with her future wife.

Arizona was still reluctant to break her silence. She pressed the back of her palm to the Latina's toned bicep, egging her to scoot out. The tanner woman didn't even realise she had moved and sat back down until she caught a glimpse of her favorite toned ass shaking its way towards the restroom. She went to turn back to her conversation, but Lexie was having a hushed discussion with her own blonde. Callie excused herself from the table and rushed her way towards the bathroom.

Arizona was propped up on the surprisingly clean sink ledge as she kicked off her heels. She wish she would have stormed off towards the barkeep instead. She was desperate for a strong, fiery drink. She slid off of the side and spun around. She turned the squeaky faucet, which spewed out icy cold water. The woman ran a paper towel underneath the liquid and pressed it across her forehead, careful not to wipe off all of the makeup she worked incredibly hard applying.

Callie pressed carefully into the bathroom door, catching the blonde by her hips as soon as it swung closed behind her. Arizona flinched and quickly spun out of her grip. The blonde suddenly became angry and the Latina wasn't sure why. Arizona huffed and turned back around, spinning at the faucets aimlessly.

"Arizona, I didn't mean to scare you," she stated after Arizona stomped away, locking herself in a stall.

"What's the matter?" she questioned, rapping her knuckles against the thin metal door.

"Let's have that talk," she commanded, propping her back against the door.

"Can you open the door?" Callie questioned.

"No, I can't. Not until we talk," Arizona insisted, crossing her arms.

"Okay, let's talk," the brunette insisted, leaning her back against the stall, mirroring the blonde on the other side.

"I didn't like that. The way you spoke to Lexie. I got jealous. I thought tonight was going to be for us, but you completely excluded me," Arizona confessed, hanging her head.

"I didn't mean to exclude you. Lexie and I dated way back in the day. I haven't seen her. I should have included you," Callie was instantly feeling guilty, but slightly excited that Arizona wanted to be included in the discussion. She was also a bit pleased that the blonde was jealous. It made her feel as though she had a chance.

"You should have," Arizona insisted, becoming overwhelmingly jealous that the Latina was once in another woman's arms. She was just about to open her mouth. She wanted apologize for being so hard on Callie, but a quiet voice stopped her.

"Arizona, I'm not here to get in your pants. If you think that's what this is, you are wrong," the Latina breathlessly explained. Her heart was pounding in her ears, terrified and unsure of the blonde's reaction.

Arizona froze, unable to form words. She dug her nails into the back of her biceps, forcing herself to say something, "I wouldn't give it up this easily if I knew that was the case," she joked, nervously chuckling, which echoed off of the bar stalls.

"Can I see your face now?" Callie asked quisitivally, turning herself towards the stall door again.

"Not yet. I have a question," the blonde said, placing her hand on the lock, "Callie, would you like to go on a date with me? A real date? With dresses and expensive food and wine?"

The corners of Callie's lips tugged into a toothy smile. She jigged at the door, "yes, Arizona, now please, let me in."

Arizona clicked the lock open. Instantly, her mouth was being invaded by a talented tongue. Callie pinned the blonde against the wall, desperate for the woman's touch.

"Mmm, no," Arizona pushed the Latina off of her, slamming her into the wall behind her, "no sex. If you're lucky, maybe after our date."

Callie chuckled, grabbing the blonde's hand, "fine," she pouted, "let me buy you a drink then."

After retrieving said drinks, the women returned to their table, where Teddy and Lexie were more than enjoying each other's company.

"Hands! I need to see all four hands!" Arizona teased, sliding into the booth with her fresh drink.

Teddy and Lexie's lips parted, pressing all four of their palms firmly on the table, before turning back for a few more kisses.

"Enough!" Callie chimed in before turning to Arizona, "would you like to dance?"

Arizona shined a bright smile at the stunning Latina. She wasn't a dancer, but if dancing met putting her hands all over this perfect woman, she'd dance to the end of time.

A long night of dancing, drinking, and discussion followed, leaving the four women tipsy and slaphappy with exsaustion. Watching Teddy and Lexie fall further and further in love with one another on the dance floor made Callie and Arizona eager to fall further and further in bed together.

"You wanna get outta here?" Callie asked, grinding her hips into the blonde's thigh.

"Callie, not until our first date," she scolded, moving her hands up from the Latina's firm posterior to her curvy hips.

Callie released a hot breath into the blonde's pale neck, sending shivers through her body and straight to her core. She worsened the ache between Arizona's legs by placing gentle lips against her collarbone, "are you sure you can make it that long? I sure can't."

The blonde smiled into raven tresses. Callie knew just how to get under her skin. The teasing and the taunting of the kisses being placed on her neck and the husky voice the Latina was wearing were making this painful for her.

"This is the last time until our date," Arizona promised, more to herself than Callie.

The women bursted through the door of Arizona's apartment, stumbling over each other as Arizona slammed the door, pinning the Latina to it. The blonde's shirt was lost instantly and a hungry-eyed brunette tore away at her dress just after. Arizona made her retreat down the tanned body. It wasn't until white teeth nipped at the thin padding of her bra that she opened her eyes and realised that Tim was seated at the breakfast nook, one of his hands over his eyes as the other shoveled cereal into his mouth.

"Tim,go to your sister's room," Callie demanded. She'd enjoy this a lot more if her best friend wasn't watching.

"But I'm..."

"NOW!" Callie and Arizona bellowed in unison.

Tim picked up his box of cereal and bowl and scurried towards Arizona's bedroom. Once the two tipsy ladies heard the TV go on in full blast, Arizona walked Callie towards the couch, pushing her onto the side of it. Instantly, a mouth latched onto a clothed center, lapping at the wetness that accumulated on the lacy thong.

"Fuck," Callie hissed between clinched teeth, grabbing at the sofa with one hand and the medium-length locks between her legs with the other. She knew this one would be quick and dirty, which is exactly how she needed it.

Arizona's tongue toyed between awaiting folds, finding a sensitive nub and using the roughness of the thin fabric to create undoubtably pleasurable friction. The moans escaping the Latina's throat could send any woman into a convulsion of euphoria. Arizona's knees buckled into the carpet beneath them, desperate for some kind of her own relief. As she pulled Callie's panties to one side, she stuffed her hand into her own jeans, finding a bundle of moisture resting between her own slick opening. She quickly pressed inside, not needing or wanting to tease herself any longer. Arizona moaned into the beautiful folds she had began pushing through with her tongue. Callie rebuttaled this noise with a low-pitched grunt of her own. The feeling of a stiffened tongue pumping in and out of her was making her come loose.

She tightened her fists, "Arizona, I'm..."

"FUCK," Arizona cried, feeling her own release approaching rapidly as she found all of her favorite spots between her legs.

A two unison cries were released into the air, sending both of them into vision-blurring, heart-stopping orgasms. Arizona collapsed into the floor as Callie fell backwards onto the couch. Small huffs and puffs were heard as the two women crashed back down into earth.

"Jesus Christmas," Arizona called out, her body too weak to move.

Callie found the only ounce of energy left in her body and used it to roll herself onto the floor, army crawling beside the blonde where she captured warm lips. She tightly pulled the half naked woman into her bare arms.

"Goodnight, Callie," Arizona whispered to a heavy-lidded Latina.

"Goodnight, beautiful."