Again, loving the comments, thank you so much for the support! Just a reminder that we really don't know what is going on behind closed doors in Callie's life at this point. Some assumptions are safe to make, but don't completely judge her or write her character off as malicious, selfish, adulterous person just yet, okay? Okay :)

Also-I love the mixed opinions on what you readers think is in Arizona's best interest. Obviously there are no easy answers here, but I am glad to see that torn feeling Arizona has is coming through in my writing.

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Just as I had worked up the nerve to begin walking out the door, I felt her hand grip mine. Before I could move, speak or even breathe, her lips were on mine. Her hands cupped my face and my lips responded to hers without hesitation. I put my arms on her shoulders and pulled her in deeper, allowing her tongue to roam my mouth. She backed me into her dresser, hastily sliding a number of books and an alarm clock onto the floor. I propped myself onto the dresser and she slid my dress up to my waist, pulling my lacy black thong off. Her face was in my chest, kissing each breast hungrily. I held onto her head, running my fingers through her dark, wavy hair. She pulled me closer again and brought her lips to my neck, feasting just below my right ear. I pulled back for a moment, allowing the music from the dance hum above us, bass pulsating through the room.

Our hands cupped one another's faces; we shared each breath, just looking at each other. Her eyes saw right through me. There was nothing in that moment but the hunger for what we had been repressing for months. How had I resisted this insatiable physical connection for so long?

I spun her around slowly and unzipped the back of her dress, revealing her caramel skin. I pulled her between my legs, her back still to me. She braced herself on my knees as I hooked her bra. As I kissed up and down her spine, she slipped out of her panties and her shoes. She turned around, facing me, completely nude. She looked at me nervously, undoubtedly insecure about her fuller pregnant body. Her breasts were swollen, her hips were wider under the weight of the baby and of course, her protruding belly rested between us. A smile grew across my face, she looked amazing, as beautiful as I had ever seen her. Callie read my expression, relief washing over her face. Pulling me off her dresser, she brought me in for a passionate kiss, clutching my hair in her hands. I slipped the straps of my dress over my shoulders, shimmying out of my long black dress. We backed up into the bed, our lips never disconnecting. As she sat onto the bed, I stood above her, taking my bra off. She pulled me into her, kissing my sex lightly as I moaned, bracing myself on her shoulders and feeling the wetness grow between my legs. Callie ran her tongue up and down my sex. I shuddered, knowing I had to lay down before I crumpled on top of her. I leaned down and kissed her, running my tongue against her teeth before our tongues connected, battling for dominance. Pushing her onto the bed, I crawled on top of her, sucking her neck just below her ear. She moaned and I sucked harder, knowing very well that my aggressiveness would leave a mark. She took my breast in her hands while I continued to suckle her neck. I pulled away, hovering above her just momentarily, before I moved my hand down and began teasing her entrance, grazing my fingers ever so lightly over her clit. Her back arched in response, demanding more contact. I slipped a single finger inside of her; she was so much tighter than I had remembered. Callie began thrusting rhythmically and I added another finger. I curled my fingers inside of her, hitting her g spot. She moaned, clutching the sheets beneath her hands. I lowered my mouth to her nub and began lightly biting it, then stroking it with my tongue. Her walls began to shudder and I only increased my rate against her g spot. I felt her inner thighs tighten around my head a suddenly, release, a wave of orgasm overcoming her. I pulled myself out of her and licked the length of her sex one last time. As I made her way up her body, I stopped at her popped belly button, kissing just below it so lightly I doubt Callie even felt it. I kissed her lips just as softly and Callie grabbed my ass, squeezing me, urging me to thrust against her. As we kissed, I ground my pelvis into hers. The clit on clit contact sent a shiver down my spine. Callie continued to pull me up further, until my sex was resting just above her face. She pulled me down onto her, her tongue entering me. Bracing myself against the bed, I moved forward and backwards with her tongue as it came in and out of me. Just as I started to lose control, she began suckling on my clit and entered two fingers into me from behind. Overcome with pleasure, I continued to rock against Callie's fingers, feeling my walls convulsing around her. As I came, I threw my head back in pleasure, my entire body trembling with sexual bliss.

I collapsed beside her, completely exhausted by the intensity of our sex. I wanted to stay in this moment, the moment after sex where both of us were still catching our breath. In those moments, there were no opportunities for questions, morals, regrets or mistakes. It was just us, trying to hold onto bliss.

My breath slowed and I felt her eyes on me. I ignored her, staring at the ceiling, not ready for that bliss to escape me yet.

"Arizona, what does this mean?" Callie asked. I looked to her, trying to get a read of her. Her eyes were desperate, yet at the same time, assured. She wanted an answer from me. And I didn't have one.

"I...I need to find my panties. Where are my panties?" I asked, overwhelmed and abruptly scrambling out of the bed. My moment of peace and bliss was over; replaced by an urgency without identifiable origin.

"Arizona, stop" She pleaded, grabbing her own dress and sliding herself back into it.

"I just need to find my panties" I threw my bra and dress on hastily, looking in the mirror at my hair and make up. I looked like a mess, like I had just had a lot of rough sex. Shit. I needed to get out of here. I felt Callie's hand catch my wrist as I was about to dart out of the room.

"Arizona, what does this mean" My wrist was in her death grip. The intensity in her eyes, the strong grasp on my wrist forced me to slow down. I took a deep breath and looked up at her.

"We need to get out of here. We have been gone too long" I said, pulling her out of the room and into the nearest elevator. By the look on her face, she didn't like my response. A slight disappointment rested between her brows and left her lips slightly downturned at the edges. Yet, we stood close, our smallest fingers just barely touching. I wanted to tell her how I was truly unable to process any thoughts right now. I was too confused, slightly intoxicated and still on a high from our amazing sex. My mind kept telling me to run, run far far away from this person who had hurt me so deeply. But every other part of me felt full, happy. I had missed Callie in a physical sense so deeply.

The elevator doors to the first floor, where the party was held, opened. There standing and looking back at us, were Owen and Leah. I felt the color leave my face. We all looked back and forth at one another, Owen and Leah appeared extremely confused. I prayed Callie and I did not look as guilty as I felt.

"Owen, Leah...what are you two doing...together?" Callie sputtered out as we got out of the elevator.

"Well, it was funny actually, we were both standing at the bar over there for twenty minutes or so. Finally, I asked Leah if she had seen you, Callie. And she said no, and that she was looking for Arizona. We thought maybe you two had run into each other in the bathroom and were catching up or something" Owen said. How could such an intelligent man be so completely oblivious to what was right in front of him? Had his affair with Cristina made him as blind as my affair with Callie had made me?

"So we went looking for you. It had been an hour and we were just about to give up actually" Owen said, half laughing, still utterly oblivious. Leah on the other hand, had come to a realization as I watched a disgusted look wash over her face. She then shook her head, almost as to say "I don't believe this". After a few moments, she looked to me, and she knew.

"It was HER? Really? After all this time? It was Dr. Torres?" Leah shrieked. Shit. Not only had she put two and two together, but she had seen Callie's hickey that, from the looks of it, Callie had not even tried to cover up.

"Leah...I'm sorry" I whispered.

"Hold on...am I missing something?" Owen asked, confused as ever. Callie kept her eyes on the floor.

"Really? You have no idea?" Leah yelled at him. I stood there, stunned. Shame came over me, leaving me even more speechless than ever.

"No, I don't" Owen said defensively.

"Seriously, Dr. Hunt? These two are gone for over an hour with no explanation. They just up and leave. Then, they walk out of the elevator with stupid grins on their faces, sex hair and their makeup smudged. As if that wasn't obvious enough, Callie has the hickey the size of my fist on the left side of her neck" Leah exclaimed. Owen shook his head.

"No. You're crazy. This is absolutely crazy. Callie and Arizona are colleagues. They were just catching up... in the bathroom...Right? Callie?" Callie kept her head down. Owen continued, disbelief lined every word he spoke.

"No. Just...no. Callie is my wife. Arizona is just her employee..her student..."Owen said, trailing off towards the end of his sentence. I imagined his mind racing through the past year, the late days at work, the days after the shooting when Callie spent little time at home and all her time with me, the weekends of 'research', the depression Callie fell into after I left my scribe position, the day in Addison's office when he walked in on us closer than a friendly distance apart. His brows were pinched, his face in a twisted scowl. He knew Leah was right. Everything added up. Everything made sense now, but he still wouldn't believe it.

"I...I need to go. I can't deal with this right now" Owen mumbled as he put his head down and walked out of the hospital doors. Leah continued to stare at Callie and I, furiously waiting for an answer from either of us that sep down, she didn't want to hear the answer to.

"I'm going to catch a ride with Addison" Callie whispered. She walked past us both with her head down. I watched her briefly, until Leah's gaze was too intense to ignore. I thought her eyes were going to burn a hole through my forehead.

"You're really not going to say anything?" Leah said.

"I don't think anything I could say would make this right" I said quietly.

"I will give you a clue. How about 'I'm sorry Leah' or 'I made a mistake because I was overwhelmed, Leah' or better yet 'I have been treating you like shit but I realize that you're good for me and I fucked up and want to change, Leah'" She said sternly. I kept my head down. I couldn't say any of those things and mean them.

"You really can't say anything, Arizona? Anything?" She said as tears welled in her eyes. I hated myself for doing this to her. Nothing I could say could make this right.

"I wasn't fair to you, and I am so so sorry for that. I wanted to try this thing with you. I really did...You deserve so much better" I said.

"But you're not sorry about tonight...?" Leah asked.

"No"

"Why, Arizona? Why do you think it's okay for you to fuck our professor twenty minutes after I tell you that I am in love with you?"

"I don't think it's okay"

"But you're not sorry?!"

"No!"

"WHY" She yelled

"Because I love her! Okay! Is that what you needed to hear? I love her" I screamed "And I will never be sorry about that"

Tears streamed down her face. She knew all of this already, she just wanted to hear me say it out loud.

"I loved you, you know. I really did. I thought you would come around. I thought...you just needed time..." She cried softly. I moved closer to her slowly, until I was close enough to put my arms around her. She collapsed in sobs in my arms.

"You deserve someone who is crazy about you too, Leah. I just...can't be that person" I said quietly.

"All of this time? It was Dr. Torres? She was the one you were depressed about for so long, the one you were always thinking about when you zoned out mid conversation, the one you had nightmares about every time I slept over?"

"Yes" I responded. She pulled away from me.

"Dr. Torres...is married. She has a baby on the way. She won't be what you need. I could have made you happy. I could have really been there for you" Leah said.

"I know. But none of that changes anything" I said. Leah nodded, tears still falling from her eyes.

"She's the one" Leah said, her voice quivering.

"She's the one" I repeated. Those words hung between us like fog. I imagine in that moment, she began to see me for who I was. I was no the perfect woman she made me out to be. I am damaged, my faults hang off me like branches on a tree. I usually don't get things right, as hard as I may try. I may not be the woman for anyone, but I am most definitely not the woman for Leah Murphy.

"Good bye Arizona" And she turned away from me, never looking back.