Amelia studied Arizona, curious and captivated, watching as she stood at the nurse's station filling out charts. She watched her eyes, soft and impossibly kind, clear and blue like the ocean, always glinting as if she knew something no one else did. She could remember those same eyes, then dark and serious, staring lustfully into her own. She watched her lips, pink and delicate, parted ever so slightly as she worked, observing as she then worried her bottom lip between her teeth in deep concentration. She could remember the feel of those lips against her naked skin, their softness and warmth as they traveled all over her body, making her feel absolute fire. She couldn't bring herself to look away when those eyes caught her own, those lips curving into a smirk when Amelia tried to play it off and act like she hadn't been staring at her, like she wasn't playing back every second of the night before. Like she didn't want Arizona to make her feel fire again.
She watched again as Arizona walked away, her hair flipping as she turned her head, and Amelia let out a breath she didn't know she had been holding. She wanted her. She wanted the fire.
And that's exactly what she told Arizona hours later, when they were both tired and bored and overworked, and she was desperate to feel something. She paged her to an empty on-call room, her impatience and desperation getting the best of her when she immediately crashed her lips into the blonde's, wordlessly urging the other woman to touch her, to dominate her, to let her escape.
Arizona tore off the other woman's scrub top, followed by her pants and her bra, pushing her onto the bed. She wasted no time in hungrily kissing her neck, her shoulders, her chest, before taking a nipple into her mouth and sucking furiously, eliciting a sharp gasp from the brunette. She peppered kisses on her stomach, roughly massaging her breasts, brushing her thumbs over her now hardened nipples and smirking in satisfaction as goosebumps formed on Amelia's skin.
"What do you want?" she asked the other woman, her voice a husky whisper. She trailed her fingertips down Amelia's side, torturous and teasing, as her lips ghosted over her neck, her breasts, and her stomach, her hot breath sensual and so, so enticing.
Amelia tried to suppress a moan as Arizona caressed the skin of her hip bones, her hands drifting to her thighs, her fingers slowly tracing the hem of her underwear. "Tell me what you want," the blonde repeated, still teasing and refusing to give Amelia what she wanted, what she so desperately needed.
"I need you," the neurosurgeon breathed out, hoping it would be sufficient. The blonde only shook her head and inquired again, "You need me to what?"
Amelia couldn't take it any longer. She looked directly into Arizona's eyes. "Fuck me, Arizona," she husked, and evidently it was enough because half a second later Arizona tore off her panties and slid two fingers into Amelia's already dripping core, her thumb massaging her clit. The brunette moaned loudly, her breathing coming in sharp gasps as she whispered the blonde's name longingly. Arizona thrusted her fingers inside of her, lowering her mouth to capture Amelia's heat. She lapped at her clit, sucking intensely until she felt the other woman tighten around her fingers. Arizona continued her movements as the brunette rode out her high, and when Amelia finished, she flipped them over so that the neurosurgeon hovered above her.
Amelia moved her fingertips to the hem of Arizona's scrub top, attempting to remove the garment and make the blonde feel what she had just felt, but Arizona slapped her hands away. "No," she whispered. "You."
Arizona guided Amelia's hips upwards, allowing her core to settle above her face. Amelia's heart thudded and she let out a gasp when she felt the other woman's mouth on her, moaning as her tongue moved inside her from this new angle. The brunette threw her head back, her hands turning white from how tightly she was gripping the sheets. Arizona's movements quickened, as did Amelia's breaths as she finally reached her orgasm for the second time. "Arizona..." she moaned, her voice quiet and husky, as the blonde's movements slowed to a stop.
Amelia removed herself from the other woman, but before she had the chance to speak, Arizona had received a page and was already halfway out the door. She flopped back down onto the mattress and could almost hear her own heartbeat through her chest as she tried to compose herself.
"Wow."