AN - My iPad was out for repair, hence the delay. My humble apologies!

Arizona stood there stunned.

She looked at Callie in utter disbelief as Callie looked down. She had reciprocated all of Callie's touches the evening they made love on the balcony. Before that, okay she had restricted herself from touching Callie so as not to cross any invisible line between them, but they were an agreement, a set of rules spelled by Callie herself. But that evening, she had kissed Callie back, felt those pillow-y lips between her own, dueled her tongue with Callie's. So what was Callie even insinuating?

And then it dawned on her, maybe Callie is referring to the fact that she hadn't felt Arizona's touch on her body, which first confused her because she never in her wildest dreams even thought that the big bad Callie Torres craved that kind of intimacy. As for as Arizona knew, for Callie, all their sexual unions were about getting release. So when did that change? When did Callie even hinted that she needed more?

And that further angered Arizona, because she had a plan. The night Callie didn't turned up for the dinner was the night she had planned to show Callie how exactly she felt about them, as a couple. But Callie didn't turn up, and now she has the audacity to stand here and question Arizona's feelings.

Callie wanted intimacy? Well after tonight she will not just want it, she will burn for it. Arizona will make sure of it. She will burn Callie Torres down the way Callie had burned her. Ruined her for any other…

Callie turned and stood facing the wall, she felt stupid for even admitting about craving Arizona's touch. She never did it before, she never craved touches or cuddles or sweet nothings whispered in post-coital bliss, with any of her partners. But with Arizona, she was a different person altogeth—

She didn't get to finish her thought as she felt Arizona's fingers curl against her wrist and pulling her back for a hard kiss.

Their lips smacked together with teeth slightly grating. Callie moaned as Arizona desperately pried her mouth open with her tongue, then she moaned again as the blonde pushed her against the nearest wall. Callie felt her toes curl as Arizona's tongue danced against her own in a wet heat. She gently cupped Arizona's face and forcefully pulled it back,

"Wha—what are you doing?"

Arizona looked up and Callie sucked in a sharp breath. She had never seen Arizona's eyes turn this deep blue, they were dark as a starry night. Almost primal.

Arizona didn't said anything, she simply pulled Callie again for a hard, dizzying kiss.

"Tell me—tell me you won't regret this," Callie moaned as she felt Arizona kissing down her neck. Arizona's lips grazed her jaw, then earlobe, then down over her throat. Pale fingers brushed the now neck-length, black hair out of the way as Arizona switched sides and kissed back up to Callie's other ear.

Callie couldn't breathe. She had dreamt about this, feeling Arizona's lips, her touch on her body. But even in her dreams it didn't felt this good—-like the ground was shifting beneath her feet.

Arizona rammed her hands through Callie's hair. She loved that Callie had let them grow out, it gave her something to grab on to as she pulled Callie's head back to continue her assault on Callie's neck. She could already feel Callie's erection against her thighs and that made her wet with want.

Their hands groped exposed flesh. Callie's skin was the smoothest thing Arizona had ever felt, like glossy, golden satin. She had to taste it.

Arizona pulled Callie back and slammed her against the wall near the bed harder as she quickly worked through undressing Callie. A suit jacket got thrown behind them, buttons flew as a shirt was torn apart, and Callie's pant was quickly pooling at her leg which she kicked away.

Arizona took a step back and admired her handy work. She had seen Callie naked multiple times but she never took the time to admire the goddess that was Calliope Torres, revelled in the beauty before her. A long expanse of carmel skin lay in front of her which made her lick her lips. Just the sight of Callie's heaving chest was a sight to behold. And then Arizona's eyes settled on the noticeable bulge in Callie's low-cut black boxers. A growl escaped Arizona's mouth as she launched herself on Callie again. Her mouth traveled across Callie's throat, down to the valley between her breasts, and over her stomach. She traced a silent poem around her navel, spelling her admiration in luxurious licks. Arizona's fingers found brown nipples and pulled. She stood up and her hands cupped the fleshy globes in front of her and both set of eyes rolled back in the end.

Arizona lowered her mouth on to the left protruding nipple and sucked it hard as her hand rubbed the right one. Callie rolled her head back in the insane amount of pleasure coursing through her. She pushed her hand in the blonde tresses and pulled Arizona closer, pushing more of her boob into Arizona's demanding mouth.

Callie has had many lovers. Many one night-stands, a couple of long-term entanglements even. Her lovers were always attentive, trying too hard to woo her, as it was a way for them to get at her money. So the shot at pleasure were always forced, comical and fake— and maybe that was the reason why none of her sexual partners came even 1% close to the pleasure she was reciving from Arizona right now. As a teeth gazed her her left nipple, Callie bucked her hips desperately. She was afraid she might cum all over Arizona without even being touched.

Every noise from the other woman was like a song to Arizona. Callie hummed and moaned her pleasure like a choir and Arizona wanted to hear more. This was probably the first time she had heard Callie being this vocal and it was driving her mad. She slid her tongue over goosebumped skin to coax a few more notes from her instrument. It worked.

"Ahh, ahh, please Arizona!"

Arizona licked gently lower, then she ran into fabric. A pair of boxers. She made a disgusted grunt in the back of her throat and gripped the delicate fabric, yanking it down and out of her way. Arizona squealed happily when a pretty cock sprang out and stood proudly at her face. Callie was hard and long but not too thick. Arizona felt wetness increasing between her own legs as she moved her mouth to the soft skin and kissed.

"Arizonaaaa, stop teasing me!"

"Teasing?"

"No, no teasing…just touch me."

"Mmmmmm," she held Callie's hard cock and licked just the tip of it. "Should I touch here?"

Callie's hips rose to meet Arizona's mouth, "Fuck!"

Arizona relented to the whimpering woman standing above her and licked her shaft, from top to bottom. Arizona tasted warm fluid as Callie's pre-cum coated her lips. Her mouth bobbed up and down as she took more of Callie inside her mouth. Sighing in contentment, she wiggled her tongue around Callie's length tasting the salty and thick liquid and listening for Callie's moans. They came on faster.

Arizona sucked up and down until her mouth was sore, but she didn't care as long as Callie kept making those gorgeous noises. As Callie's breathing became shallower, Arizona's hands moved down, finding Callie balls, which she fondled with heavy hands. She ghosted her tongue over the tip of Callie's shaft, and applied pressure.

"Yes! Hell yes, Arizona! Right there."

Arizona kept up her pace and locked her arms around the tan thighs in order to hold her in place. It was all happening too fast, and the last coherent thought in Callie's mind was that Arizona might not like it if she cum inside her mouth. So with all her willpower she pushed Arizona's head and pulled out, but Arizona was relentless, she dove in again. Callie grabbed Arizona's head and pushed it aside as she pulled out with a force but the motion set her off and she came all over Arizona's pretty blue dress.

The dress Amelia had bought for Arizona.

Callie melted to the floor and came face to face with Arizona who was kneeling in front of her, eyes still dark and wild. Callie quickly pulled the destroyed dress and pulled it above the blonde head.

She wound her hand possessively in Arizona's hair, "I'm going to make love to you until you see stars, Arizona."

The blonde, for the first time that night giggled and gasped, "Already seeing them. They're in your eyes!"

Callie querked an eyebrow at Arizona's smirk. She will never admit it aloud, but Arizona's confidence was her biggest turn on. She went across the room and pulled out her phone to quickly fire a text to Alex to bring them a change of clothes and then she came back to Arizona and pulled her up.

Callie laid Arizona down on the bed and moved her own body down Arizona's until her tongue licked her slit. Arizona inhaled sharply and arched her back as Callie's tongue proceeded to assault her moist pussy, licking the sides and sucking on her hard clit. Callie teased her by shoving her tongue inside her and twirling it. Arizona thought she was going to die. A happy death.

"Callie, wait. Stop," she said breathlessly after she came, trying to push her head away. Arizona couldn't take it anymore. She was already so sensitive. But Callie wanted more, so she dove in again. She licked at Arizona's sex gently but frantically. She managed to get two fingers up under her chin and slip them inside the wet heat. She hooked them forward to massage Arizona's front wall and increased the pressure of her tongue.

Arizona didn't stand a chance. She came long and hard with a deep grunt and clenched abs. Her fluid rushed out, but Callie's mouth and chin were there. And she drank it all.

"Damn, did you just….," Callie asked surprised

"Sorry…." the blonde tried to hide her embarrassment at Callie's questioning eyes.

"Don't apologize, that was hot." Callie said as she let herself be pulled up by the other woman and sank into a deep kiss. Quickly, Arizona flipped them around and aligned Callie's erection against her wet entrance.

"Please tell me you are still on pills" Callie tried to hold down her bucking hips as Arizona used her dick to rub against her clit, a wicked smile on her lips.

But that smile dropped at Callie's question and she shook her head in no. She had stopped the pills the day she left the loft.

Callie groaned and flopped back, but Arizona didn't stopped, she continued to move her hips, rubbing her clit against Callie's erection. She slowly sank on the erect cock, her mouth turning into a 'o', still not used to Callie's size.

"Are you sure?" Callie asked

Arizona just nodded her head.

A squeal left her mouth as Callie flipped them over and

slowly thrust into Arizona's wet pussy, dragging out a moan from both of them. She laid her body flat on top of Arizona and gripped her upper body while she bit down on the neck, her favourite spot.

"Aah, fuck, Callie," Arizona muttered. Callie felt so damn good. And she welcomed her roughness.

Callie grunted. Arizona's pussy felt so good, enveloping her cock. She was still so tight, like she had been waiting just for her. Callie knew she had. She started to drive in and out of Arizona faster and faster. She wanted to be as close to Arizona as possible, so she pressed her boobs tightly against Arizona's, while her hips moved rapidly up and down, trying to bury herself as far into Arizona as she could.

Arizona's hands roamed the expanse of Callie's heated skin, clawing, groping and pinching in its wake. As their heart stayed pressed together and Callie's hips drove wildly into hers, she felt a warmth around her heart. She wanted Callie. There in that moment, she wanted this mean, possessive, alpha woman. And Arizona wasn't even sure why, but it's the truth, she has fallen in love with Calliope Torres.

But she knew deep down the only way Callie would treat her how she believed she deserved to be treated was if Callie loved her back. Arizona could never go back to the type of relationship they had before. If they ever ventured into real relationship territory, it would have to be on equal footing. Something Arizona wasn't sure Callie would be willing to share. She would learn to understand the war and peace that was constantly going through Callie's head, as she knew underneath this rough exterior was something only she could touch. Arizona had seen it, even that night when Callie had hurt her so badly, she saw her hesitate. She saw a flash of guilt in her eyes, she saw a plea for forgiveness in Callie's eyes. And Callie has already sought her forgiveness, over and over again. But forgiveness isn't enough, Callie would have to meet her halfway. She had to. But Callie had made no advances to tell her how she felt and all Arizona wanted before she left this room was that she at least gets to know how Callie felt. There was just so much love in her heart for Callie—

"I love you," Arizona's eyes widened, she didn't mean to say it aloud. Not right now. But it was out now. She whimpered and suck in a breath.

"Calliope…I love you" she whispered it again to Callie, running her fingers through Callie's jet black hair. She felt Callie slowing her thrusts down until she stopped completely. Callie was completely still on top of her, but she could hear her breathing by her ear. She wondered what Callie was thinking at that moment. Then Callie slightly raised up and stared into her eyes. Arizona watched, as Callie's eyes scanned hers back and forth, as if to see if she were joking. But Arizona wasn't. She meant every word. She bit her bottom lip, watching Callie watch her.

Callie had yet to say anything.

She placed both her hands on the sides of Callie's face above her and lightly gripped her hair. "Do you...do you think, maybe you love me too?" Arizona whispered to Callie, her heart beating a million miles a minute. 'Please, meet me half way,' Arizona begged in her mind.

Callie looked down into Arizona's hopeful face. She did. She knew it in her heart she did, she just still wasn't ready to go that step. She just couldn't. Not yet.

This was all still so new to her. She has never fallen in love with anyone. She doesn't even know how love works. It was throwing her off. She had to figure some things out first. So instead of answering Arizona, Callie leaned down and kissed her lips. Their tongues met, in a delirious dance of love and pleasure. Callie then made a wet trail back down to Arizona's neck and started thrusting into her again.

Arizona closed her eyes, swallowing back the lump in her throat. She held onto Callie tightly, knowing this would be the last time she was ever this close to her. Arizona couldn't accept anything less this time, and Callie couldn't even confess her love or any love for her. She held Callie firmly as their bodies made love to one another, hips meeting hips, boobs pressed erotically against boobs, scent's mingling….

Callie didn't know what she was feeling. Hearing Arizona whisper those words to her...was really screwing with her mind. There was a hot stream of blood rushing to her ears, her body was on fire and she felt like her heart would beat out of her ribcage. Is this how love feels? She didn't know . All she knew was that she wanted Arizona back. She wanted to be as close to Arizona as possible.. "Ugh," Callie panted into her neck as her lower body convulsed and she came, sending her sperm deep inside Arizona's womb.

"Arizona…." She whispered as she emptied herself.

Callie rested her body on top of Arizona's for what seemed like several minutes. She wasn't ready to part from her. But she felt Arizona wiggle underneath her, her tell-tale sign that she was getting uncomfortable. Callie rose up and grabbed her phone from the night stand. There was a text from Alex that he is outside the door with a change of clothes for both of them. Callie quickly tied a robe around her waist and went to the door to bring the clothes. When she came back Arizona was sitting on the bed with her knees pulled to her chest and a sheet wrapped around her body.

Callie pulled out a pair of jeans and a red sweater from inside the bag and put it on the bed for Arizona and went to the bathroom to change into her own set of street clothes, a pair of jeans and a blue sweater. When she came back, Arizona was already dressed and ready to leave.

"Wait, where are you going?" Callie asked.

"I'm going to find Amelia, so I can go home."

"Oh, no the fuck you aren't. Just come back with me," Callie suggested, trying to keep Arizona with her.

"Callie, no. There's nothing for us," Arizona said.

"What are you talking about? What do you call this?" Callie asked, looking between the two of them, moving her hand to the direction of the bed.

Arizona looked at the bed, it was damp and rumpled from their rendezvous, she then looked back at Callie .

"It was just sex. Something you and I are great at. About the only thing we do great together."

Normally a girl making a comment like that wouldn't have fazed Callie, but for some reason that one hurt. Especially coming from Arizona. Because what they just shared wasn't just sex. Arizona went to reach for the door again when Callie grabbed her hand and pulled her into a tight embrace, she locked her arms around Arizona, so she couldn't move.

Arizona could feel Callie's heart beating fast against her own as Callie pressed her head to the side of Arizona's neck. She felt Callie lightly kissing her neck again.

"Arizona...I…," Callie whispered and closed her eyes. "I never said I didn't love you."

Arizona slowly nodded. "But you didn't say you did," she whispered back. She pulled her arms from around Callie, opened the door and stepped out.

When Arizona closed the door, Callie leaned her head against the closed door as a tear rolled down her cheek. "But I never said I didn't," she repeated softly. She stood there for several minutes, just thinking, before she got out of the room and slammed the door.

Arizona marched back into the club as quickly as she could. She had to get away from Callie. What the hell was wrong with her? She kept glancing behind her to make sure Callie hadn't followed her back in. She needed to find Amelia and go.

She was done with Calliope Torres. Completely done.

Arizona scanned the crowded club. Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion. She felt dizzy. Why was she letting this happen? Why did she put herself in this situation? She saw Amelia in the distance talking to a group of people and laughing. Amelia had just used her, and much like Callie, didn't even care how it had hurt her. She realized right then, that she wasn't riding back with Amelia Shepherd. She had trusted a snake, been bitten, and she had no one to blame but herself. She just wanted both Callie and Amelia out of her life for good. And if they wouldn't stay away from her, Arizona would damn sure stay away from them. She found the front entrance she and Amelia had come through earlier and made a straight line to it. She had almost reached the door when someone grabbed her arm.

Arizona spun around to see Amelia staring at her. "Where are you going?" she asked, looking her up and down, while scanning the room, no doubt looking for Callie.

"I'm going back to Derek's. I'll catch a cab. Now let go of me," Arizona stated, hating herself for spending money that she was trying to save.

"I'll take you back," Amelia said, while pulling her toward the door.

As soon as they pushed through the door, Arizona wrenched her arm free from Amelia. "Don't you dare touch me! I mean it. You did ALL of this on purpose, didn't you? You knew Callie was going to be here?"

Arizona asked. She was so angry she didn't know what to do. Angry at Callie, angry at Amelia, but most of all pissed at herself for falling for Amelia's trap and then having sex with Callie as if Callie hurting her hadn't mattered. She wanted to smack herself.

"Yep." Was Amelia's only response.

"So you basically used me to piss her off?"

"Eye for an eye," Amelia stated, grinning at her. Arizona wanted so badly to slap her. Before she was through with all of these people, her hand would be in a cast. But at the moment, she had nothing left to say to Amelia. She was done with this whole thing. She turned to walk away.

"But I didn't know Callie would react so strongly about you," Amelia called after her. Arizona didn't bother turning around. "Good to know..." she thought she heard Amelia mutter.

Callie finally made her way back into the club. She had wanted to follow after Arizona, but she wasn't ready to go emotionally where Arizona wanted her to. She knew she was approaching a crossroad and would soon have to turn left or right. But for right now, she just wanted to stand still.

She found Mark leaning up against the bar. "I'm taking off. I feel like shit," Callie said to him. Mark nodded and guzzled down the rest of his drink. Callie motioned for Alex, and the three of them walked out of the side door.

When Arizona reached Derek's, she paid the cab driver and went straight upstairs to the guest room. She pulled off the clothes Callie had given her and threw it in the trash. She entered the bathroom, turned on the faucet in the tub and stepped in. She needed to scrub off this entire night. When the water had filled the tub, she leaned back and closed her eyes. She felt like a fool. A fool for even halfway trusting Amelia, and for admitting to Callie that she loved her. Why the hell had she said that? Callie had looked at her, but then said nothing. Obviously she didn't feel the same way. She was an easy lay...and for that, she would never forgive herself. Arizona had always given into Callie sexually, so no wonder Callie felt like she could screw her whenever she wanted without it meaning anything.

Arizona slowly dipped her head underneath the warm water and held her breath. Maybe a moment of clarity would come while she was submerged. She didn't have a lot of money saved up. After much pressure from Derek, she had only agreed to take 10% of her salary and she had her own expenses, but she had enough. She needed to get a place of her own. She couldn't continue to impose herself on Derek's generosity….and Amelia's evilness.

When she could no longer hold her breath, she raised up quickly, breaking through the surface of the water, gasping for air. She coughed for a second and then wiped her face with a towel. Yes, her quest to find her own place would begin first thing tomorrow morning.

Callie looked at Mark who was sitting on the other side of the chess board waiting for Callie to make a move. The day he had quit, Callie had let him go, feeling angry at his betrayal. But after apologising to Arizona that night and getting that apology thrown at her face, she had gone to Mark & Lexie's place and apologised to him. Thankfully, Mark didn't acted as harshly as Arizona.

"You should go visit her at her restaurant, " Mark suggested. Ever since the incident with Amelia a few days ago, Callie hadn't mentioned Arizona. "And I don't mean just driving by her place of work." A pastime Callie had started recently because Arizona despised her stalking her.

Callie surveyed the board and completed a move. "No. This is better. For both of us."

"Wow, what a copout," Mark grumbled, moving another piece. He looked up to find Callie's eyes narrowed on him. "I'm just saying, why is it so hard to admit you like the girl, Callie?"

"Because that's irrelevant."

"How so?"

"Mark, how is any of this your business?"

"It's your turn to move. And over the years I've become nosy like my wife. And because you are my best friend. And speaking as your friend...you're not quite the asshole you think you are," Mark replied.

Callie glanced down at the board. "Mom used to say that."

"Yeah, well I always knew your mother was a smart one."

Callie sighed and moved her knight. "Arizona is better off without me, you know. I don't want her mixed up in this...this way of living. I don't want that for her. And with her in my life, she clouds my mind. I can't focus on the things I need to do and continue being successful. And knowing she's...never mind, it's just annoying."

"What's annoying?"

"Knowing she's—. I don't even want to say it. That she's my only-"

"—weakness?" Mark asked, knowing the answer already.

Callie looked up at Mark and slowly nodded her head. Yes, Arizona Robbins was her weakness. Callie had to be sharp and on her A-game at all times, and already on several occasions in the short time that Callie had known Arizona, she had made some pretty substantial errors.

But in that room at the club, Arizona had told her she loved her. Or at least Arizona thought she loved her. At that moment, Callie wasn't sure what to say back to her. Penny had said that to her before, multiple times—thrown in as a bargain, said as an apology, screamed to stop Callie from walking out, but those words were never honest. But Arizona's words were honest, Callie would agree to that.

When she had looked into Arizona's eyes after she made that statement, she could see and feel she was telling the truth. Arizona actually loved her. Her! Even after all the shit she had done to Arizona. That in itself, proved Arizona was a better person than she could ever be.

"Yeah, my weakness. Now enough of the touchy feely stuff," Callie said.

Mark chuckled, "Well even Achilles had a weakness, my friend. Hell, Samson, Othello, Bill Clinton...it happens to the best of us. You know what mine are? Three little girls sleeping in their beds, who all probably tried to wait up to see when Daddy was coming home. But no, I'm here playing chess with you at two in the morning…because you are stubborn and won't admit to your feelings."

"Then go home," Callie said, smiling in her friend's direction.

"Oh, no. I've learned my lesson over the years. If I'm a few hours late...my wife is still up and I won't hear the end of it. She can be brutal! But...if I don't come home, usually when I turn up she's so glad to see me that she forgets about my tardiness. See, I've got it down to a science."

"I see...and checkmate. Now go home," Callie said, standing and stretching.

Mark looked down at the board. Callie always won. Even when they were kids growing up playing cops and robbers, Callie always won, no matter which side she was on.

"Alright, but if I turn up tomorrow with bruises, it's entirely your fault," Mark complained, grabbing his jacket. "I'll see you tomorrow—well, I guess later today."

The two walked to the door together, but Mark turned to Callie before he exited. "I know you know how to run your life. But just take my advice on this and go see her, Callie." And then Mark left the room.

'Home, sweet home,' Arizona thought, as she stood outside her apartment door about to push her key into the lock. She had to conceal a smile. It felt incredible coming back to her own place. A piece of sanctuary that no one could kick her out of. Her own little slice of heaven, no matter how small it was.

Arizona had decided that she would move into the apartment above her restaurant. It was a two bedroom apartment and she was sharing it with April, their manager. April was this really cool chick, who rarely stayed at the apartment and spent most of her time at the restaurant. Her organisational skills were exceptional and she was always onto some kind of list or other. Which suited Arizona just fine.

She felt like she really DID have a place of her own. She had painted her room a light lavender color and designed it how she wanted, with butterflies and twinkling lights all over the place. She had cried a few tears of joy over that simple freedom. To decorate her own room. She never had one living with her folks. They could never afford anything more than a one bedroom, so she was designated to the couch for years. Her clothes were stuffed in the hallway closet along with boxes of junk. And that's how it had remained until her father kicked her out.

The day she moved out of Derek's, she had gone to him and thanked him for everything he had done. And promised him that if he ever needed anything from her, she would do her best to help. Lucky for her, Amelia had stopped coming around. She wasn't sure why exactly, but whatever the reason, she was glad.

She stood in her apartment, thinking about Derek's kind eyes and warm smile as she stirred spaghetti sauce in a pot. Was he always that nice a man, or had the death of his wife changed him? She wasn't sure, but she knew that had it not been for him, she would have ended up in a shelter somewhere, sick with pneumonia.

She poured some sauce on top of the noodles and sat down on the sofa. She didn't bother turning on the TV. Neither she nor April had the money to get the cable turned on, but Arizona didn't care. She sat there on the couch eating spaghetti and thinking. And in the end, her thoughts settled on Callie, as usual. A part of her was miserable without her. The dumb part of her, she tried to convince herself. Sure, people over the years had called her a loner. But she'd rather be eating spaghetti by herself, than to be constantly disappointed and hurt by others.

Arizona picked up a magazine and flipped through the pages as she continued to eat her dinner, happy and content and finally at peace.

AN 1 - Thoughts? Let me know what you guys think. And thank you for the wonderful reviews

AN 2 - I'm mostly an AU writer but I have ventured into the canon storyline for the first time with my latest Calzona fic. Do visit my page and check it out.