Amelia fidgeted nervously as she sat on the couch, waiting for Arizona to return home. She didn't know where she stood with the blonde, what they were to each other, how exactly she was categorized within the spectrum of the other woman's life. Were they still just friends? Potential lovers? Colleagues with benefits? She was left completely clueless, completely powerless. And that made her nervous.
Originally, she had planned to confront her, to ask her what they were and what this meant for them. But in the on-call room the other day, Arizona had forbidden her to touch her. It was clear that in her mind, this was purely for Amelia, to help her forget, to help her escape.
Two patients died on Amelia's table today, and she felt sad, and alone, and helpless. So she waited, praying that Meredith would be out of the house tonight, for Arizona to come home and make her forget.
She snapped out of her thoughts when she heard the front door unlock, standing up as it swung open. Walking into the house, the blonde met Amelia's eyes and moved towards her immediately. She knew that look, the brunette's eyes dark and pleading, her lips parted as if searching for the right words to use to explain herself. But she didn't need to. She didn't need words, or to provide explanations; she needed the heat, the proximity, the touching, the fire.
And Arizona gave it to her. Or at least she tried to. They reached the bedroom, Amelia now left in only her underwear, the blonde's lips attached to the side of her neck.
"Wait." The neurosurgeon suddenly pushed the other woman away, and Arizona's eyes filled with concern.
"What is it? What's wrong?" she asked, attempting to decipher the other woman's unreadable expression.
Amelia stared at the other woman, trying to decide how to say what she needed to say. She had planned to simply go with it, to allow Arizona to dominate her once again. But that wasn't enough for her. She wanted to return the favor, to make the blonde feel how she felt.
"I want to touch you." She blurted out the words, all in one whispered breath, her eyes unyielding and serious. "Let me touch you."
Arizona was surprised, yet oddly pleased. She loved being the one in control, making Amelia moan and gasp and squirm under her touch, but she couldn't deny how much she wanted her. She longed for the other woman's touch, though before now, she would have never admitted it. The blonde slowly approached the other woman, stopping mere centimeters in front of her. She leaned in, and Amelia could feel her hot breath against her ear.
"Touch me, Amelia," she whispered.
And that was all it took. The neurosurgeon captured Arizona's lips in a searing kiss, pushing her roughly towards the bed, breaking away only to practically rip the other woman's shirt off of her body. She dropped to her knees, unzipping the blonde's jeans and carefully sliding them down. Standing back up, she grabbed the blonde by her shoulders and shoved her onto the mattress, pushing her up the bed until her head was resting on the pillow. Amelia placed a gentle hand on Arizona's left thigh and removed her prosthetic, placing it on the floor next to the bed.
She hovered over the blonde, leaning down to kiss her again. Arizona whimpered softly as the brunette's tongue slipped into her mouth and battled her own, eventually succumbing to the other woman's dominance. Amelia straddled her hips as her lips skillfully attacked her neck, causing her to moan when she sucked hard on the exposed skin.
Amelia's hands roamed the body beneath her, familiarizing themselves with the impossible softness of Arizona's skin. She scraped her teeth across the other woman's neck, her shoulders, her chest, then followed the same path with her tongue, soothing, healing. She planted soft kisses along her jawline, then moved down to kiss her breasts. She traced her nipple with her tongue and roughly sucked it into her mouth, using her teeth to gently tug on the hardened nub. She repeated the same process with her other breast while allowing her hand to drift downward, eliciting a whimper from the blonde when she slipped her fingers into her panties, lightly stroking her.
"You're really wet," she husked, a smirk playing on her lips when Arizona let out a guttural moan. She slipped off the blonde's underwear, kissing her lips again as she rubbed her clit. She broke the kiss, wanting to study the other woman's face when she eased two fingers into her. Arizona's eyes fluttered shut, her breath hitching, and she let out a sharp gasp when Amelia curled her fingers against her walls, thrusting.
Amelia brushed her lips against her neck, placing hungry kisses on her skin. Her kisses trailed from her chest to the skin below her naval, her breath ghosting along her stomach as she pressed her lips against the skin there. Her mouth hovered above Arizona's core, which was now soaked in anticipation.
"Amelia... please..."
The brunette placed her mouth on her, pulling her closer by her hips. She lightly traced the other woman's clit with her tongue, stroking up and down, causing the blonde to moan loudly. Amelia continued her movements, reveling in the sounds coming from the other woman.
She was captivated and overwhelmed by everything Arizona. The sound of her voice, eliciting shameless moans and dreamy sighs as Amelia touched her. The way she whimpered the brunette's name between shaky breaths, desperately, longingly, and filled with sheer lust. Her hands gripping Amelia's hair, wordlessly telling her to never stop. The silkiness of her skin, her scent, her taste. It was alluring, mesmerizing, positively hypnotizing.
Amelia plunged her tongue deep inside the blonde, who in turn gasped and thrusted her hips into the other woman's mouth.
"God, Amelia."
The brunette's talented tongue flipped inside her, licking and sucking every part of her, as she began to rub the blonde's clit with her fingers.
Her movements continued even after Arizona came once, twice, and she quickened her pace as the blonde reached her high for a third time.
"That was amazing," Arizona managed to breathe out. She kept her eyes closed as she composed herself, gripping Amelia's thighs so that she stayed on top of her.
The blonde suddenly sat up, the neurosurgeon now sitting in her lap, straddling her thighs. She kissed the brunette passionately, roughly, messily, caressing her thighs as the other woman rested her hands on her shoulders. Arizona let her hands drift to the brunette's hips, traveling up her torso and settling on her waist as she pulled her closer to deepen the kiss. She reached up to unhook Amelia's bra and then threw it onto the floor. Amelia leaned forward, wrapping her arms tightly around Arizona's neck and pressing their bare torsos together as their tongues fought for dominance.
Pulling apart to catch their breaths, Arizona swiftly flipped them over so that Amelia lay beneath her.
"Your turn," she whispered huskily as she slowly removed the other woman's panties.