"You're hot," Amelia whispered as she pressed Arizona against the back of the door, her lips glued to the blonde's neck. Arizona let out a guttural moan, the sensation driving her wild, as her own hands snuck underneath the brunette's shirt and roamed the smooth skin of her stomach, reaching up to cup her breasts through her bra.
"So are you. It's kind of ridiculous." The blonde pushed herself off of the door, wasting no time in ripping the neurosurgeon's clothes off of her body as the brunette did the same to her.
Arizona pushed Amelia backwards until she was sitting on the edge of the mattress, the blonde dropping to her knees on the floor in front of her and immediately burying her face between her legs. The brunette let out a loud gasp, her hands tangling themselves in Arizona's hair as the blonde practically devoured her. She could feel herself getting wetter as the other woman's tongue hungrily explored every part of her, lapping at her clit and smirking when Amelia moaned at the feeling.
Arizona's hands gripped the brunette's thighs and pushed her face further into her center, sighing as she took in Amelia's scent, her taste, and the sound of her voice desperately whining her name, begging her to keep going. The blonde happily complied, taking Amelia's clit into her mouth and sucking hard before slowly running her tongue against her. Amelia threw her head back, her eyes closing in intense pleasure as she gripped the sheets.
"Arizona," the brunette breathed between sharp gasps. "Oh, God, don't stop..."
She was addicted to the feeling of the blonde's tongue against her heat, warm and soft and tireless as it ran over her, its skillful movements ranging from torturously slow to mercilessly fast, sometimes rough and sometimes gentle and deliberate, seeking out the spots inside of her that made her writhe against Arizona's mouth. Amelia was lost in the sensation, and Arizona couldn't get enough. The blonde savored every moment, as if trying to memorize the way Amelia felt against her tongue, her lips, and her teeth, how the brunette's hands gripped her hair, the way her hips bucked against her mouth. She was addicted, too.
Her movements continued as she felt the other woman tighten around her tongue, her breathing erratic as she reached her orgasm. Arizona lifted her head, meeting the brunette's dark, lustful eyes, and stood up to push her onto her back and climb on top of her. Their lips met in a passionate kiss, and Amelia could taste herself on the other woman's tongue.
Arizona gasped in surprise when the neurosurgeon flipped them over, hovering above her before disappearing between her legs.
They lay side by side, breathing heavily in the aftermath as the adrenaline gradually wore off. Amelia rolled onto her side and scooted closer to the other woman, nestling her face into her shoulder and drawing gentle patterns on her stomach with her fingertips, causing the blonde to smile.
"I love when you do that."
"Do what?" the brunette asked, whispering into the other woman's skin. Arizona turned to face Amelia, her hand reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.
"When you cuddle with me. When we're laying in bed, or sitting on the couch... you'll just rest your head on my shoulder, without even saying anything. And you do that thing with your fingers," Arizona paused, nodding her head towards her own waist, where the brunette's fingertips continued to trace abstract patterns over her skin. Amelia blushed, previously unaware of her subconscious hand movements, and the blonde smiled. "It's cute."
Amelia grinned in response, wrapping her arm around the other woman's back and kissing her softly.
"That too," Arizona sighed as they pulled apart. "I love that, too."
The brunette raised an eyebrow, prompting the other woman to elaborate.
"When you kiss me out of nowhere," the blonde clarified. Amelia smiled again as she stroked her fingers up and down Arizona's spine, causing her to shiver as goosebumps formed on her skin.
"What else?" she asked, genuinely curious, and the blonde laughed at the other woman's forwardness.
"I love..." she paused, grinning. "I love when you talk in your sleep."
"I do not-"
"Are you kidding me? You have full-on conversations!" Arizona laughed. "It's adorable. You're adorable."
Amelia blushed again, burying her face into Arizona's shoulder.
The blonde laughed. "And that. I love that, too."
The neurosurgeon lifted her head to look at the other woman, and Arizona couldn't stop herself from leaning forward and kissing her. She pulled back to study Amelia's face, her breath hitching as she admired her features, and she couldn't help but wonder if the brunette was at all aware of how damn beautiful she was. The rosiness of her cheeks, the contrast of dark hair against porcelain skin, the impossible softness of her lips, the single dimple that appeared on her cheek when she smiled... it was captivating, mesmerizing, breathtaking.
"You're beautiful." She sighed as she whispered the words, the honesty in her voice making Amelia's heart beat fast. The brunette met her eyes, reaching out to stroke the side of her face.
Amelia shook her head, her eyes drifting downward. "I'm a mess."
Arizona lifted the other woman's chin, forcing her to meet her eyes, and kissed her tenderly, sincerely, letting her know how serious she really was.
"You're beautiful," she repeated, before kissing her again. "Everything about you is beautiful. And you deserve to be told that every single day."
Amelia's heart fluttered, and this time it was she who leaned forward to capture the other woman's lips. Amelia broke the kiss and sighed, snuggling into Arizona's warmth and wondering how she got so lucky.