Chapter 7

"Hey, Zona," Tim greeted his sister as he walked into her apartment. It had been a long day scanning Seattle for an apartment of his own. It's been a week since Callie and Arizona's night at the bar and needless to say, Arizona didn't keep the promise of waiting until their first date. Her brother was sick of sleeping with those little earplugs in his ears or with a pillow covering his face to muffle the sounds of rough lesbian sex going on between his sister and his best friend in the next room over.

Arizona stepped out of her bedroom, hooking a hoop earring through the flesh of her earlobe, "how do I look?" she asked nervously.

Tim smiled. He was really hoping these two women would hit it off and they seemed to be doing just that. Callie had been showing an interest in his big sister since they became close. Bringing Callie back to this apartment was one of the best decisions he could have made. He could see the chemistry between his two favorite girls almost instantly, "You look great, sis."

Arizona shot her brother a warm smile, silently thanking him, before the doorbell chimed, "That's Callie. I'm gonna get my purse. Get the door, would you?" she asked, clicking her heels rapidly until she reached her bedroom and slamming the door shut behind her.

Tim opened the front door and was taken back by the figure standing before him. He instantly took the older man into his arms, "I thought..." He struggled to make words. It had been a long time since he'd seen this man. The very reason he decided to fight for his country.

"My mission is completely, son," Daniel Robbins spoke, finding it hard to release Tim from his grip. He was overwhelmed with joy that his son had made it home safely.

The men stood at the door, wrapped up tightly within each other's arms. It wasn't until a faint whimper was heard from behind them that they broke apart, "Daddy?"

The older man peered into the sparkling blue eyes of his little girl. Only now, she was all grown up. His babies were so successful and headstrong, he was proud to be able to bring these two beings into the world. He couldn't have made a more beautiful set of children if he tried, "hi, sweet pea."

Arizona froze for a moment, taking in the aging features of the man she's loved since she was first brought into the world. The man who made her the woman she is today. The warrior that held their family together when they lost one of their core members. Arizona finally caught up with reality when her father held out his arms. She fell into them, feeling a thick fabric of his black service uniform. The shiny ID badge that was engraved "Colonel Daniel Robbins" and pinned above the man's heart almost took the blonde's eye out, but she wasn't paying any attention. She wished she wasn't sobbing on the perfectly tailored and pressed uniform, but hopefully her father would understand.

"I'm home, sweet pea. I'm home for good. No more missions. I'm here now," he explained to his daughter in a calm tone.

Arizona pulled herself off of her father's chest, wiping away the running makeup she had worked so hard one, and knodded her head.

"Now, where are the facilities?" he questioned with a bellowed laugh after a few more moments of welcoming hugs and kisses.

"I'll show you," Tim said, leading his father into Arizona's bedroom.

Arizona went into the kitchen and started cleaning up the mess her brother had made from that morning's breakfast. She was too preoccupied with preparing herself for her date that she hadn't gotten around to cleaning today. As she reached up to put a box of oatmeal on top of the refrigerator, she felt two firmiliar hands rest on her hips. A warm body pressed against her clothed back. A pair of freshly painted lips grazed against her exposed neck.

"Did you miss me?" Callie's voice hummed, her hands moving up Arizona's sides.

Arizona giggled flirtatiously, completely losing herself in the Latina's touch. "Maybe," she hummed, laying her hands over Callie's that were moving up and down her pale body ever so teasingly.

"Just wait until later on. I'm gonna rock your..." Callie felt a strange presence in the room and turned her head to one side, catching sight of a man she knew only as Colonel Dan Robbins. She had met him a few times at special events. She prayed to God he didn't remember her.

"Sergeant Calliope Torres," Daniel said, straightening his perfect posture and falling into the all too firmiliar salute stance.

"Good evening, sir," Callie says firmly, mirroring her superior's salute, which looked quite ridiculous in a strapless red dress and high heels.

"At ease," he replied, bringing his hand back down to his side, "now, what are your intentions with my daughter?"

Callie's eyes widened and her throat swelled. If anyone could take a Torres down, it was definitely someone like Daniel Robbins. She shifted her weight from leg to leg nervously, hoping her date would jump in.

"Daddy!" Arizona cried, stepping in front of the Latina, "not now!"

Daniel gave his daughter a reassuring glance and a nod, "fair enough. What are you ladies up to this evening?"

"We're going on a date," Arizona casually took the brunette's hand, smiling at her father.

Daniel smiled back. He knew Callie was a good match for his little girl, but it never hurt to scare the pants off of a sergeant who was brave enough to date the colonel's daughter.

"But maybe you should come with us, Daddy. We can catch up," Arizona suggested. Callie squeezed her hand as if to say "no," but Arizona knew her father wouldn't want to envade on their time together. Her offer was purely common courtesy.

"No, I don't want to intrude on your dinner. Your brother is coming home with me and were gonna order in some hot pizza. Haven't had that in years," he reminisced, pulling his daughter into a goodbye hug and kissing her cheek.

"You two ladies have fun," he instructed, before saluting Callie once more.

The ride to the restaurant was relatively quiet. Once they were seated, Arizona finally spilled what was on her mind.

"Calliope, huh?" she tried to joke, but it came out as more of a snarky comment.

"What?" Callie quiered, a bit confused.

"I just think it's funny that my dad knows your real name and I don't," she snapped, flipping through the menu without reading a single word.

"There's a lot you don't know about me, Arizona," Callie implied, looking at the frustruated blonde.

"Well, maybe you should tell me. I feel like were total strangers. Who are you, Calliope Torres?!" she wailed, slamming down her menu.

Callie rested a calm hand on pale, tense fingers across the table, "do you know why I haven't been pushing to get to know you?"

Arizona didn't ask, only waited for a reply.

"I know you already. Your favorite color is purple and you don't like mushrooms. I know they when you do something, you always have to be the best at it. I know that one time when you were a kid you peed in the bushes at a neighbor's house because you didn't want to stop playing and go inside. The neighbor's caught you and sent you home to be punished. Arizona, I've felt a connection between us since before I even met you. When I saw you at the grocery store being all cute and clumsy, I knew it was fate," the brunette squeezed the hand, reassuring it.

"You knew who I was at the grocery store?" Arizona questioned, not sure of what else to say.

Callie knodded, "I didn't even buy anything. I left it all in my cart and raced to your apartment before you could get there. I found the whole situation quite amusing," she admitted, silently laughing for a moment.

"Okay," Arizona slid from her side of the booth and squeezed in next to Callie, "Tell me everything, Calliope."

After a few glasses of wine, the two women made their way to the car. Callie's home was only a few minutes away and she knew she could make it. She shuffled into the driver's seat and strapped herself in. While driving, she found it hard to concentrate. Not only because of the alcohol coursing through her system, but the fact that Arizona was struggling to keep her hands off of the Latina.

Arizona ran her fingernails between Callie's rich thighs, sending a scorching heat towards the brunette's center. The blonde leaned in, planting her lucious kissers on a glowing neck. Callie grit her teeth, praying to God that she'd make it home without crashing the car.

When they pulled up to Callie's home, Arizona ripped the Latina from her seat, pushing her towards the front door as they worked on the zipper of each other's dresses. A few heels were left on the front lawn but neither of them were functionable enough to care.

They stumbled up the grand staircase and found the closest bed that they could find.

"Do you know who I am now, Ms. Robbins?" Callie asked as she crawled on top of the blonde, kissing her lips.

"Mhm," Arizona moaned, digging her nails into the bare back above her as strong hips ground into her center.

"Who am I?" Callie hummed, working her lips down the sides of Arizona's neck, making her way to her chest.

"Cal-CallioPE TORRES," Arizona sung as the Latina took one of her pink nipples into her mouth.

"Mmm, what else?" Callie asked, circling the erect nub with her flat tongue.

"Your favorite c-color is...greeeen," Arizona stuttered, squirming from the way Callie was working her lips down the white stomach beneath her.

"And you-you were born in MIAMI," she cried when she felt cool wind from Callie's mouth hitting her center, teasing every single inch of her being. She grabbed at her own chest for leverage.

"And you just want to fuck me," Arizona stated in a firm, flirtatious tone, biting down on her own lip, preparing for the Latina's response.

Callie chuckled, "you're right. I do."

Arizona waited for a moment, preparing for Callie to do just that, but nothing came.

She looked down into deep orbs of black that peered up at her, "What did you want me to do again?" she quiered, sucking at the thick skin on those heated thighs.

"Fuck me, Calliope," Arizona demanded. It wasn't long after that her center was being devoured and attacked by a furious tongue, causing her body to shake and her abdominals to contract. She arched her spine forwards, trying to get a good view on what exactly made that perfect tongue so talented. She could only see a mess of brown locks spread across her stomach though, which reminded her to tug on them. The vibrations of Callie's moans were sending the blonde over the edge quickly. She gripped onto the headboard above her, preparing herself for what was inevitable at this point. When she reached her peak, her hips grew minds of their own and rapidly bucked themselves into Callie's beautiful face. The Latina's speed increased dramatically, before slowing down to bring her stunning dinner date back down to earth. She gently lapped her tongue against the remaining moisture that developed after Arizona's release.

"Oh my God, Callie, please," Arizona cried.

"Please what?" Callie asked, kissing at those shaky thighs that she loved being between.

Arizona didn't want to ask for more. She knew Callie needed to get hers as well and Arizona was ready to give it to her. The aching between her legs was still urgent, however, and she knew something must be done about it.

Callie could sense the blonde's craving. She crawled back up to the blonde's lips, kissing them gently before invading her mouth. Her hands nonchalantly found Arizona's center again and when her fingertip met a swollen bud, Arizona shrieked in pleasure, "you want more?" Callie asked.

Arizona knodded, almost close to tears from her overflowing desire for this woman.

"Gladly, Arizona Robbins."