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He a little bit confused but he got the spirit
"Is this sit taken?"
Arizona looked up from her phone screen to see a middle-aged man standing next to her. He stood in her social zone, far enough as to not make her feel uncomfortable but close enough as to have no other choice but to acknowledge his presence. He was pointing towards the empty sit on her left with his pointer finger, a cheerful smile on his face.
"Oh, yes. Sorry. My girlfriend is just outside, she should be in soon."
The man casually leaned onto the bar counter with his elbow, getting just a tad closer to her. "I see. Spending a wild night out with the girlfriends, uh? Drinking the work day away, making the most out of happy hour?" he took a sip out of his glass, probably beer judging by the familiar color and foam.
The pediatric surgeon was about to point out how happy hour was ending in fifteen minutes when it suddenly dawned on her that the man hadn't really been looking for a sit but had rather come over to talk with her.
"Oh, I'm gay. Very much so. When I said my girlfriend, I meant like my life partner. Significant other, lover, better half, whichever term you prefer."
"No way! You're a carpet muncher?" the man chuckled incredulously.
The term baffled Arizona. Surprise and shock both slapped her right in the face. She was very glad she hadn't been in the middle of swallowing a sip because she would have for sure choked. Her eyes widened, her eyebrows shot up, and she was left mouth mid-open, unable to form a single coherent syllable.
"She's one lucky gal! If she's only half pretty as you… Damn, I can only imagine."
"Yeah, how about we don't do that?" Arizona wrinkled her nose and frowned, trying not to cringe too visibly.
The idea of that man picturing Amelia and her having sex rubbed her the wrong way.
"Well," he softly knocked on the counter with his hand. "It was nice meeting you gorgeous lady, no matter how short our encounter was. I'll go back to my buddies and leave you to your evening with your girlfriend. Or life partner, significant other, lover, better half, whichever term I prefer," he winked at her playfully.
Okay, so he was a bit of a pig but he objectively wasn't that bad. Not too insistent, no insults. He was just the old regular, slightly gross dude, completely unaware of his tactlessness. It could have been a lot worse.
"That would be nice, thank you."
"You're welcome. Pass my regards to the Mizz," he tipped his imaginary hat off and did a low bow before walking away.
As if on her cue, Amelia entered the bar and made a bee-line for the pediatric surgeon as soon as she spotted her.
"Sorry, that took longer than expected. Maggie wouldn't stop rambling," the brunette said once she was close enough.
She took the last few steps separating her from the pediatric surgeon.
"Of course she was. She's Maggie," Arizona chuckled.
Amelia gently cupped one of her cheek while her other hand settled onto her thigh. Both women leaned forward to meet in the middle for a peck.
"Hi," Amelia smiled goofily as she pulled away.
Her thumb stroked the pediatric surgeon's cheek back and forth and she gave her thigh a soft squeeze.
"Hi to you too," Arizona said, just as goofily.
Arizona turned her head to kiss Amelia's palm. Amelia let go of her cheek and took place in the free sit next to her, her eyes never living the blonde's face.
She looked utterly radiant.
The hospital fluorescent lights did not do her natural beauty justice. Well, neither did Joe's bar lighting but it was still way better. She took a few moments to drink her in.
The light-toned concealer trying to hide the bags under her eyes paired with a bright-colored lipstick, trying to divert the attention away from her tired eyes. The way her long blonde hair was falling down her neck and stopping just above her breasts, finally free of the braids Amelia had seen her sporting this morning. The oh so tantalizing, milky white skinned cleavage that her V-neck was allowing the world to see. The wide smile painting her lips, forcing her dimples to pop out as well as the shy crow's feet to materialize at the corner of her eyes.
Arizona's hand found the hand on her thigh and she intertwined their fingers, which made Amelia's smile grew even dreamier.
"What?" Arizona asked as the staring had yet to stop.
"It's just so good to see you outside of the hospital. I feel like it's been days since I last saw you with your hair down, in civilian clothes and without a mask hiding that pretty smile of yours."
Arizona's smile grew wider and she looked down sheepishly. The blush tinting her cheeks didn't escape Amelia's eyes though.
"It's probably because it has been days," she said as she looked up. "I can't wait to take you home and to have you all for myself for the next three whole days. No pagers, no kids, no sisters or colleagues… Just you and me."
"That sounds so fucking nice," Amelia gave Arizona's hand a squeeze. "Maybe we could go to Alki beach? I managed to catch the forecast at lunch and it's supposed to be sunny and warm for the rest of the week."
"That sounds lovely. God, I can't even remember the last time we went there."
"I think it was when Sofia was here," she slightly frowned as she tried to remember.
"That long? We should definitely remedy that."
"It's a date," the brunette declared and they sealed the deal with a peck.
"It will be nice to get some fresh air and to put our feet up by the ocean after spending so much time stuck between four walls."
"It truly will."
They were taken out of their bubble when a couple of drinks were placed in front of them, apparently containing the same liquid as what Arizona was currently drinking.
"From the gentleman over there," Joe pointed towards a table in the far back.
Both women looked over and Arizona immediately recognized the not so unknown man from earlier. When he saw them looking at him, he made a "whoop whoop" sound that resonated through the bar and winked.
Arizona couldn't help but chuckle.
Of course. She should have guessed.
However, the neurosurgeon was a bit lost as to what was going on. She looked at her girlfriend with a raised eyebrow.
"Who's this guy and why are we chuckling?" she semi-whispered, still loud enough for the blonde to hear her over the ambient noise.
There was obviously some kind of inner joke going on that she wasn't getting and she wanted in on it.
"Do you want the long story or the short one?"
"Do I even wanna know the story?" Amelia raised an eyebrow.
Arizona shrugged and gave her a reassuring smile. "It's not half bad."
"Short one, please. At least to start. I'll decide if I want the long version afterwards."
"He's a big supporter of the lesbians. Probably one of his top three porn categories if I were to venture a wild guess."
"What the hell happened here?" Amelia laughed out loud. "I know it was one long phone call but still."
Arizona then narrated her the long version of their encounter, if she could even call it that. Amelia was quite entertained and amused by the unfortunate tale. She couldn't truly blame the guy though, she understood where he was coming from.
"I think, what Don Juan over there was trying to say is: Arizona Robbins, you look absolutely fucking smashing."
"Well, well, well. Aren't you gifted with words too?" the blonde laughed.
"It's true though! You look smashing. Especially with that lipstick. Is it new?"
"April's. She lent it to me. My last consult didn't show up so I had some time to get ready. Decided to shower and make an effort to look pretty for my woman," she gave her a flirtatious smile and playfully shimmied her shoulders.
"Mmh-mmh, say that again," the brunette requested, her voice low, as she slowly leaned in closer.
"Which part?" Arizona teased, knowing exactly what Amelia wanted to hear. "My woman?"
Amelia leaned in further until their foreheads were touching and their lips were only separated by a hairsbreadth. Her hand let go of Arizona's to roam higher on her thigh. She gave it a gentle yet possessive squeeze.
"Again?" she whisper-asked, smiling from ear to ear.
"My woman," Arizona whispered back.
Her lips brushed against Amelia's with every syllable uttered. Finally, she closed the infinitesimal small distance separating them. The kiss was messy, both of them smiling too much to actually share a proper peck but neither of them would have changed it. They pulled away, chuckling at their inability and in silliness. Amelia gave Arizona's thigh one last squeeze before completely letting go of the blonde.
"I think you're naturally beautiful, and I appreciate you wanting to look even prettier for me after four days of barely seeing each other. Now, I feel like a hospital gremlin next to you."
"I don't think gremlins have fresh minty breath."
"That would be Owen's doing. He literally stood on my way out to the door with a toothbrush and toothpaste in one hand and deodorant in the other. I was so excited and in a rush to start our days off that I had forgotten the basics."
"Redheads: date savers."
"They truly are. Best queer allies."
Arizona chuckled.
"My armpits smell like eucalyptus, birch and sandalwood."
"Mmh-mmh, sexy," Arizona wiggled her eyebrows playfully.
Amelia smiled softly at her. She tilted her head towards the drinks.
"Feel like celebrating to us finally having three days off in a row together and being far away from everyone and everything?"
"Depends. You're not feeling too tired to drive back home?"
"I'm good, babe. You enjoy your cocktails," Amelia smiled and gently moved the couple of drinks closer to Arizona before extending a hand and flagging for Joe. A few seconds later, the barman was in front of them. "Can I have a club soda, a glass of water and what do you feel like eating, babe?"
"Fries?" Arizona raised an eyebrow.
"And fries to share please Joe."
"You got it, Sheperd."
"Come on, let's go find a free booth. We'll be more comfortable to eat," Arizona said as she got up.
One-white-Russian-Arizona was slightly more joyful than usual. Most of her excitement could to be attributed to finally passing some down time with her girlfriend though.
Two-white-Russians-Arizona was obviously more joyful than usual. As fries disappeared from their shared plate and sips from their glasses, there were less and less doubts about the reason behind Arizona's extra-joyful behavior.
Three-white-Russians-Arizona was starting to get tipsy and really happy. A flirty, smiley, rambling mess with slightly smudged lipstick that Amelia couldn't tear her eyes away from.
Four-white-Russians-Arizona was well on her way to drunk, and would in fact very likely be drunk once that last sip she had just taken would reach her bloodstream in half an hour time. She was also not half bad at darts for someone inebriated and physically disabled, much to Amelia's dismay.
After having finished another portion of fries, they decided to head home. Once out in the streets and away from people, Amelia was made aware that four-white-Russians Arizona was not only drunk but also horny. Before she knew it, she was trapped between Arizona's warm body and the cold metal of her car, a tongue was in her mouth and strong hands were squeezing her hips.
"Babe, not that I don't love making out with you but maybe not in the middle of Joe's parking lot between cars like a couple of horny teenagers? How about heading home instead, uh?" Amelia asked as she pulled away.
It was only then, by pulling away, that the blonde saw the damages, having been way too busy beforehand to assess it. April's bright red lipstick was smeared all around Amelia's mouth. Arizona couldn't help but giggle at the sight. With one quick glance in the car window above Amelia's shoulder, she was able to see that she wasn't doing too badly by comparison.
"Why are you laughing?"
Arizona motioned around Amelia's mouth with her pointer finger before pointing to the window so Amelia could see for herself. The brunette turned around and she laughed when she saw her reflection. With the back her hand, she tried to do some damage control but her swollen lips and a few stubborn remnants of lipstick left little doubt as to what had been going on a few moments ago.
"Okay, no, we ought to get going now. I'm pretty sure I saw Smithen and Tordelli inside and I really don't want to give my interns a show. Or to that Don Juan guy that approached you earlier. I definitely don't want him or his friends seeing us," she faked shuddering at the mere thought of it.
Arizona pouted. "Fine," she conceded, "but promise we'll pick back up where we left off?"
"I pinky promise."
Amelia held her pinky finger up between their faces and Arizona linked her own to hers.
"Deal!" Arizona announced with a wide smile. "Let's go then!"
Arizona gently swatted Amelia's butt before eagerly circling the car to get to the passenger side. The taste of Amelia's mouth on hers was a lingering reminder. She couldn't wait to get home.
Amelia put her handbag in the back before joining her girlfriend inside. Thankfully for Arizona, when Amelia turned the car on, some pop song she was quick to recognize came out of the speakers, offering her a welcome distraction from her nascent desire and wild imagination. She started to sing along and soon enough, Amelia turned the volume up and joined in.
Pop songs after pop songs, Arizona kept on singing along and more importantly, she kept her hands to herself. One car crash in her lifetime was more than enough for her, she'd rather not repeat the experience. Especially not over something as futile as not being able to keep it in her pants for twenty minutes, no Ma'am. So she sat and sang along, diligently waiting to be home.
The drive home was thankfully short. Not much people were roaming the roads of Seattle at this time of the night in the middle of the week.
As soon as Amelia turned the ignition off though, Arizona's brain was right back on its initial track. She all but ran out of the car at the speed of light, missing falling down as she stepped out of the vehicle by only a miracle. She could hear Amelia gently laughing at her in the background as she rushed. Amelia got out, much more elegantly but also much more slowly. Barely was the driver side door closed, was Arizona stepping forward. When the brunette turned back around, she found herself trapped between the car and Arizona.
"Hi!" the blonde said with a wide smile.
"Hi," Amelia reciprocated the smile.
The pediatric surgeon's hands found Amelia's hips, her thumbs made their way under her top to tenderly caress the prominent hipbones hiding underneath.
"There was a promise of picking back up where we were?"
"There was? A promise, you say?" Amelia tilted her head to the side and rubbed her chin, as if trying to remember.
Arizona nodded assuredly. "A pinky promise."
"Oh, right. The pinky promise," she smirked. "How could I forget? Silly me."
Arizona didn't even have the time to complain about the brunette's bad teasing that soft lips were on hers. All coherent thoughts left her mind when Amelia pulled her closer by pulling on the lapels of her coat and a tongue invaded her mouth in one swift move that had Arizona whimpering. Amelia tasted just as good as she did twenty minutes ago. Arizona was happy to let herself be guided, following Amelia's slow rhythm and letting her body melt against the brunette's.
Arizona squeezed her hips as she pulled apart, oxygen becoming a necessity. Amelia's lips chased hers but the pediatric surgeon denied her and tilted her head instead, lips searching for Amelia's jaw. She gently kissed her way up to Amelia's ear. Strands of brunette hair tickled her face as she sealed her lips below her ear and gently sucked. Her nose was surrounded by the smell of hospital disinfectant, generic shampoo and something uniquely Amelia. One hand squeezed her upper arm and Amelia titled her head to the side, offering more flesh to explore.
Arizona let go of the skin before she could leave too much of a mark. Even in her inebriated state, she knew Amelia still had to look presentable and professional at the end of the week. However, nothing was stopping her from leaving hickeys lower, where no one would be able to see them. With that goal in mind, she ventured down the column of Amelia's neck. Her nose inadvertently tickled the thin skin as she went, eliciting a small chuckle from the brunette. She let go of one of Amelia's hip in favor of pulling aside the top part of her top.
"No bra?" Arizona raised an eyebrow, curious at the lack of undergarment and she looked up at her girlfriend.
An Amelia without panties was commonplace. An Amelia without a bra, much less so. She was glad she hadn't noticed earlier otherwise, it would have made keeping her hands to herself that much more difficult.
"I was in a rush!"
Arizona chuckled. "Lucky me, then."
She gave the neurosurgeon a peck on the lips and her mouth peppered her way down her throat with kisses, heading back towards its original goal. Her tongue wandered along a newly exposed collarbone before settling down on a particular spot and sucking, this time around not being shy about it.
Shivers erupted all over and Arizona mentally smirked.
"Zona," Amelia rasped out.
Eventually, she peeled away to admire her artwork. Under the moonlight, she could see the slight redness etched onto the canvas of fair skin that was Amelia Sheperd's. She pecked the tender skin and her lips trailed downwards. However she was forced to come to a natural stop. There was only so much pulling down Amelia's sweater could handle before ripping. And Arizona very much liked that sweater on her girlfriend.
Her hand let go of the collar to instead take the bottom hem of it and lift it up a bit.
"May I?"
Technically, yes, they were outside. And while they were standing on their own private property, the front of the house was hardly a private place. Although, given the late hour, their neighbors were very likely asleep and the possibility of getting caught was very low. Still, Arizona waited until the other woman nodded before making any executive decision.
She pulled her into a kiss, not able to resist the inviting lips anymore. Arizona's fingertips slowly and teasingly trailed up her sternum, her touch barely there as she lifted the top up. Damn, did Amelia's skin feel soft. The neurosurgeon whimpered in her mouth and she arched her back, seeking more contact. The blonde smirked against her lips at the action.
Breasts finally became exposed to the fresh ambient air, and both women felt a pleasant rush run through them.
Arizona pulled away and looked down. The brunette's skin was covered in goose bumps and her nipples were hard, taunting her. There may have been a small breeze going on but Arizona was sure it had nothing to do with it and everything to do with her desire instead. It was further confirmed when the blonde looked back up and her eyes found Amelia's. Her pupils were blown out, irises circled by only a thin dark blue ring. The black pools of her eyes were but a mirror of the pool of desire residing in her lower stomach and between her legs, Arizona was certain of it.
The blonde moaned and she leaned in. The neurosurgeon met her in the middle for a kiss that was all teeth and tongue. Her hand wandered to her breast, the goose bumps felt like unreadable Braille under her fingertips and the stiff peak dug almost painfully into her palm.
Arizona moved a leg between Amelia's. It was not lost on her girlfriend and soon enough, two hands were groping her butt cheeks with full and firm hands. Hips rocked and Amelia pulled her closer as she pushed down against her thigh.
However, a second later, their bodies abruptly drifted apart. Arizona had not expected her girlfriend to be this enthusiastic and her left leg gave away under the pressure. She stumbled downwards as the brunette tried to grab her.
The pediatric surgeon gracelessly met the ground with a loud smack, more impressive than hurtful. She did a quick check-up and nothing hurt. She frowned and then did a second check-up: she was pretty sure that even without four drinks in her system, she still wouldn't be hurting.
"Shit, Zona! You okay?" Amelia went to kneel next to her to get a better look.
In her rush, she had forgotten all about the outside rear-view mirror and banged her forehead right into it on her brisk descent.
"OUCH, FUCKING FUCK!" the brunette yelled in pain.
Her hands immediately flew to her forehead.
Arizona couldn't help but belt out laughing. She had to, it was too funny not to. First her, then her girlfriend… One minute they were hooking up, the next, they were both injured. Talk about a one-eighty. Amelia looked over at her, one hand still massaging her forehead, and seeing Arizona laughing had her giggling as well. Eventually, they both calmed down.
"You okay?" Amelia asked.
"Yeah, you?"
"Hurts a bit but I'll live. I truly hope it won't bruise though."
The neurosurgeon knelt next to her and helped her up. It was a bit tricky, as it most often was with a prosthetic, but they made it work and Arizona was glad to discover that her leg hadn't popped off. Hands securely held onto her waist and once Arizona had found her balance, they let go.
Arizona wasn't liking the lack of contact though. She grabbed Amelia's hand and interlocked their fingers. She pulled her closer, until Amelia was standing right in front of her. A small breeze blew by and her smell tickled her nostrils again. With her free hand, she cupped Amelia's cheek and gently tilted her head down before pecking her forehead.
"There, all better sweetie."
Amelia smiled warmly at her. "Thank you."
"Come on now. The universe has spoken and it's clearly telling us to move things inside," she let go of her cheek and headed home, pulling Amelia along.
They discarded their shoes and their coats. Amelia went to the kitchen to get them some much needed water while Arizona headed to the living room. She made quick work of taking off her pants and popped her prosthetic off. She sighed in relief. She was massaging her limb away when a glass of water appeared in front of her.
"Thank you baby," she said as she took the glass.
"You're welcome."
She gulped half of its content as the brunette took a sit next to her. The fresh water felt good. Between the alcohol, the salt of the fries and kissing, Arizona's throat had gotten a bit dry.
"Leg's doing okay?"
"Yeah. Nothing to do with my little stunt, I promise. It just feels nice to finally be able to sit down and to not have anything on after doing consults and being up all day long," she said as she put the glass down on the coffee table. "How's your forehead?"
Amelia smiled widely at her. "All healed up now, thanks to you and your magic kiss, Dr Robbins."
"I know another kind of magic kisses you'll like even more," she wiggled her eyebrows.
She knew she was being extremely dorky but she was passed the point of caring. Her brain was too fogged by desire to even try and pretend to care about something as trivial as sounding too dorky.
"Yeah?" Amelia raised an eyebrow and snorted.
"Oh, definitely," she nodded. "Come here and I'll show you," the pediatric surgeon motioned to her lap with her head and patted her thighs for good measure.
Amelia shook her head in disbelief. The smile adorning her lips and the small chuckle let Arizona know her bad line had had the desired effect though. Amelia carefully straddled her, however she did not sit and opted to instead stay up on her knees.
Arizona's hair was pulled, forcing her head to tilt backwards and she felt another hand land at the base of her neck. She found Amelia's eyes, laser-focused on her lips, and she couldn't help but smile.
"I'll have to ask April for that lipstick more often."
"You should," Amelia said as she closed the distance between their mouths.
Amelia used the height to her advantage and took control of the kiss. Amelia pushed her tongue into her mouth without any preamble and Arizona moaned at the welcomed intrusion. The blonde gripped her sides and closed the distance between them. This time, Amelia was the one moaning when their curves met.
"You're right," she murmured, out of breath, as she motioned between to two of them with her pointer finger. "I like this even more."
Hands cupped the blonde's lower jaw and Arizona was pulled into another breathtaking kiss. Arizona's hands traveled to her girlfriend's top and she tugged on it. Amelia nodded into the kiss before pulling away and lifting her arms. Arizona quickly took the sweater off and put it next to them on the couch.
It was Arizona's turn to use Amelia's height to her advantage. To her defense, her girlfriend's very naked and very inviting chest was right in front of her, what else was she supposed to pay attention to? Much like earlier, Amelia's skin was covered in shivers and Arizona was happy to see a big red spot below her collarbone. She swore, she could hear those hard nipples calling out her name. Her mouth watered at the view and she licked her lips.
"So pretty," the pediatric surgeon mumbled to herself.
She pecked her sternum before tilting her head to the left. Something between a content sigh and a shy moan filled the room. She wrapped her mouth around a stiff peak and gently sucked. Amelia groaned a tad louder and hips rolled against her torso, only to find no relief. Arizona's tongue joined in, teasing the stiff peak with the tip. Barely a second later, a hand cupped the back of her head and pulled her closer. It brought a smile to Arizona's lips and she nuzzled at the breast. Her mouth then hazardously roamed her chest area while her hands softly cupped her breasts.
Amelia arched her back as her free hand joined one of Arizona's onto her breasts. The brunette squeezed firmly before focusing their fingers on her nipple, showing the blonde exactly how she wanted to be touched. Arizona carefully replicated the motions on the other side.
She nibbled at Amelia's collarbone, soothing the pain away with the flat of her tongue. She then sealed her lips around a piece of porcelain skin and sucked at it. Despite her intoxication, Arizona listened to her inner voice and forced herself to let go of the skin just before the threat of a suspicious bruise could arise.
If the whimpers coming from the brunette and the not so subtle rolls of hips were anything to go by, Amelia was getting quite worked up. Arizona could only imagine the state she would find Amelia in. The mental picture had her mouth watering and a heat wave roamed her body. It made her throat and her fingers tingle and her inner core ached as it clenched around nothingness.
She needed to find out.
She completely let go of Amelia, mouth and hands.
"Babe," Amelia whined at the abrupt stop.
However, her frown turned upside down when Arizona undid her zipper. Her eyes searched for Amelia's face and she found her looking down right at her. Her eyes were black with hunger, her cheeks had a nice flush to them, her lips were slightly puffy and her hair was tousled. The light coming from the side table only enlightened the sight and made her look even more angelic.
"Touch me, Zona," Amelia asked gently and her forearms settled onto Arizona's shoulders.
She rolled her hips forwards again. Arizona felt her trying to close her legs together to alleviate some of the pressure but her position wouldn't allow her to do so and she whimpered in frustration.
"I've got you," she said tenderly.
Her eyes stayed on the other woman's face as her fingers crossed the clothing barrier separating them. She wasn't that surprised by the lack of underwear. Her girlfriend had been in a rush after all and it wasn't like Amelia was in the habit of wearing them often to begin with.
Her fingertips first encountered wetness only to bump into an engorged clit a moment later. Amelia's eyes instantly fluttered shut. Arizona couldn't help the moan that left her throat.
Hips rolled forward, putting more pressure into the touch, forearms grew tense, and a hiss of relief was heard.
Her hand ventured to Amelia's opening to moisten her fingers. She very gently dipped in, her palm brushing against her clit. Amelia firmly gripped her shoulders, her hold strong and her fingernails dug into her skin. Arizona felt her trying to spread her legs and lower her body in hope of getting more. However, as quickly as Arizona's touch had come, it was gone.
"Arizona!" Amelia's eyes flew open.
Arizona smirked at her and bought her fingers to her lips. She moaned when the saltiness hit her tongue. Damn, did her girlfriend taste good.
"Just getting a taste, sweetie. Don't you worry."
And with that, her hand dove back into the other woman's pants. Her fingers immediately zeroed in on her bundle of nerves and hips surged forwards. Amelia moaned in relief.
A moment later, the neurosurgeon fully lowered her body onto her lap until she was sitting on them. Arizona was saddened by the disappearance of Amelia's chest in front of her. The feeling disappeared though as soon as Amelia's mouth came into view. She pulled her into a kiss, their tongues meeting with a shared eagerness.
Arizona felt Amelia's pelvis rock along her ministrations. Her free hand wandered to Amelia's chest. She tugged not so gently at a nipple as she tightened her circles onto her clit. Amelia broke the kiss with a groan and rested her head onto Arizona's shoulder.
"Feels so good," she mumbled against the crook of her neck.
Arizona shivered, the hot breath and the brunette hair tickling her skin. She dropped a peck onto the naked skin in front of her.
"Yeah?"
Amelia nodded assuredly. The blonde kept a nice rhythm going, enticed by the way Amelia's hips were rolling in sync with her fingers. The neurosurgeon let go her hold onto her and starting to claw at her top.
"I want to feel you," Amelia whined in the crook of her neck. "More skin."
Arizona gently slowed down her ministrations and turned her head to kiss a warm cheek.
"How about I get out of this tank top and bra and you get out of those pants?"
Amelia reluctantly got up on shaky legs. Both women shed their garments before resuming their position. Amelia's body felt hot and slightly sweaty against hers. Their chests came together and the skin-to-skin contact had both women groaning.
The feeling of Amelia's hard nipples against her own breasts sent a shiver down her spine. Above all, she loved how she could now feel Amelia's heat against her lower stomach and upper thighs. She couldn't wait to bury her face between them later on.
But first, she had to finish what they had started. Amelia had been so close, Arizona maybe hungry but her want to watch her girlfriend unravel was stronger. Arizona's hand headed back to Amelia's labias to wet her fingers before wandering right back up to her clit and she drew wide circles around it.
Amelia leaned her forehead against hers and she whimpered.
"More Zona."
"I know baby, I know," Arizona kissed her cheek.
Her fingertips focused her touch onto her clit, gently rubbing it with purpose. Hands came to rest on her shoulders and eyes fluttered shut once again. Amelia's labored breath was hot against her face and she felt her girlfriend's wetness growing. Her free hand settled on Amelia's butt, feeling the incessant back and forth of Amelia's thirst for release.
"So pretty for me," Arizona whispered before accelerating.
"Holy fuck, right here. Kee-keep going."
Arizona did was she was told, her fingers kept on expertly massaging her girlfriend's clit as her eyes were transfixed onto her face, in awe of how beautiful she looked. Eyebrows furrowed in focus, face slightly red and sweaty, puffy parted lips struggling to decide between breathing and moaning, hair a bit of a mess…
"Zo-zona."
A few seconds later, Amelia was coming. The brunette braced forward, her grip on Arizona's shoulders turned vice-like, muscles tensed all over her body, she shuddered visibly and her head fell into the crook of Arizona's neck.
Hips slowed down their rocking but kept on moving, trying to prolong the moment for as long as possible. The pediatric surgeon let go of her butt to instead tenderly rub her back up and down. The goose bumps softly tickled the pads of her fingers. Her other hand was none the less busy, still caressing her clit but carefully slowing down her touch as to not overstimulate the other woman.
Eventually, hipbones came to a stop and the body on top of hers slumped.
"Stop," Amelia mumbled half incoherently against her skin before burying her face further into her neck.
Arizona's fingers left her clit to come to her mouth. The blonde licked them clean, the taste reminding her of her own wetness but mainly of her previous hunger she had set aside. Once clean, she wrapped both of her arms around Amelia's waist and hugged her closer.
"You okay?" she asked softly, just above a whisper to not break the small bubble they were currently in.
She gently pushed Amelia's hair away from her face. It revealed still closed eyes, a smiling mouth and relaxed and content features. She titled her head to kiss the other woman's temple, which earned her a happy sigh.
"Yes. This feels nice," Amelia replied.
"It does."
Arizona kept on gently caressing her girlfriend's back. The shivers dissipated, Amelia's skin now feeling like silk under the pads of her fingers. Finally, Amelia got out of her hiding place and cupped Arizona's cheeks. She pecked the blonde.
"Hi," she said with a smile.
"Welcome back to Earth, Amy," Arizona said tenderly. She gently gave the neurosurgeon's waist a squeeze before approaching her mouth to the shell of her ear. "Can I take you to bed?" she murmured. "I wanna taste you."
She punctuated her sentence with a kiss right under her ear.
"Zona," Amelia whimpered.
The brunette visibly shuddered at her words, her eyes closed, and her hips rolled forwards.
"Is that a yes?" Arizona smirked against her skin before her lips wandered down the column of her throat.
"Like there's any universe in which this would be a no," Amelia snorted.
She tugged at a handful of Arizona's hair, effectively tearing her mouth away from her skin. Before the blonde could complain, Amelia's lips were on hers, pulling her into a fiery kiss that was all teeth and tongue. Out of breath, they pulled away.
"Come on," Amelia said as she got up from the couch.
Arizona watched as her girlfriend stretched a bit before being carefully scooped up in her arms. The blonde looped her arms around her neck and wrapped her legs around her midsection. One of Amelia's hands settled on her lower back while the other one found residence on her butt. For security, of course. The blonde whined as the heat between her legs inadvertently brushed against the other woman's lower stomach.
"Good thing we're going to bed because I don't think the couch would have survived much longer. Someone's underwear in on the verge of being ruined."
"That's what you do to me," Arizona said smoothly and Amelia groaned.
They turned off the lights before moving on. Thirty or so steps later, Arizona was carefully sat down on their bed. She crawled up the bed and stretched around to turn on the lamps on their respective bedside tables. As soon as she was back on her back in the middle of the bed, she motioned for the brunette to come closer with a come-hither motion and a welcoming smile.
Amelia shook her head and Arizona's raised an eyebrow questioningly.
"Those need to go first," she pointed to Arizona's underwear.
The brunette leant over and hooked her thumbs under the sides. Arizona helped her getting rid of the garment, lifting her hips off the bed and spreading her legs a bit. She hissed a bit as her wetness encountered the cool air of the room. The look that appeared on Amelia's face as her eyes took her glistening vulva in had Arizona chuckling. She knew this look, it was probably the exact look she was sporting right this instant.
Hunger.
"Come here, baby," she extended a hand forward.
Amelia took it, intertwined their fingers and then joined her. The brunette straddled her waist and slowly lowered her body on top of Arizona's, their joined hands resting above them on the bed. Arizona saw her lover's darkened eyes lower to her lips so she licked them and teasingly bit into her lower lip. Amelia squeezed her hand and whimpered in response.
A second later, Amelia's lips were on hers. The hunger Arizona had seen in her eyes translated into the kiss. Amelia's tongue entered her mouth with urgency and she was pulled her into a hungry kiss, left with no choice but to be devoured by Amelia. When Amelia's lips eventually left hers, Arizona was left breathless.
Amelia's mouth eagerly wandered up her jaw, only to shift focus to her neck when it reached her ear. Air had apparently managed to get inside Arizona's lungs at some point, judging by the loud moan her throat had just produced. She gladly tilted her head away to give Amelia more skin to work with. Locks of brunette hair tickled her upper chest, making the skin underneath it shiver. The goose bumps broadened to her whole body when Amelia's free hand cupped her breast.
She squeezed it firmly and fingers then focused on her nipple, tugging at it. The blonde moaned and her back arched up, pushing more of her breast into Amelia's hand. Arizona felt Amelia smirk against the skin of her neck, obviously proud of herself. Lips left her skin and before Arizona could even think about complaining about the loss, Amelia wrapped her lips around her other nipple and sucked.
Amelia's hand eventually left hers and trailed down her body. The feeling of fingers heading down her belly woke Arizona's foggy mind up. The pediatric surgeon clasped her legs together and stopped her hand.
"No," she breathed out.
It seemed to have been loud enough for the other woman to hear though. The neurosurgeon froze on top of her and she looked up to find her gaze, a sinful pop sound echoing in the room as her mouth broke its hold onto her nipple. Shivers erupted all over Arizona's chest at the abrupt change in temperature.
"You okay?" Amelia asked with furrowed eyebrows.
The hunger that had been residing in Amelia's eyes minutes ago was gone, concern now in its place. Amelia looked at her up and down, trying to figure out what was going on.
"I'm good," the blonde reassured immediately with a confident smile. "I'm great even. But I have other plans for you and they involve you being up here," she motion upwards with her head, "rather than down there," she motioned towards her lower body with her chin.
"What about you?"
"I want to taste you. I want to see how wet you are. I want to lick your clit and make you cum. I want to feel your thighs around my head. I want to taste more of you. I want to focus on you. That's what I want," the blonde could see the desire overtaking the concern in her eyes as she talked, her frown disappearing little by little.
As she finished, Amelia smiled at her lovingly.
"This sounds like a really nice plan."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah," Amelia nodded.
Amelia kissed her way up Arizona's sternum and finally pecked her lips before sitting up on her lower belly.
"You have any hair tie for me?" Arizona asked.
"Sure."
The brunette handed it over and a few seconds later, her blonde hair was secured in what was probably a very messy bun on top of her head. Arizona quickly adjusted the pillow underneath her head to be more comfortable.
"All comfy now?"
"Yep," she smiled widely at the brunette and nodded.
Amelia carefully shifted up the blonde's body. As thighs framed her head, Amelia's glistening sex came into view. Arizona felt her hunger grow at the sight. However, she diverted her gaze to instead look up at Amelia. Hands grabbed the headboard and Amelia's eyes met hers. She smiled tenderly and Arizona couldn't help but reciprocate. Amelia looked deliciously lovely like this.
Her brunette hair on the wilder side, her reddened parted lips, her boobs moving freely, the flush of her skin, the smell of her arousal… All deliciously lovely.
The pediatric surgeon looped her arms around Amelia's legs and she pecked her inner thighs before lowering her towards her impatient mouth. Her nose bumped into an erect clit as her lips encountered the source of Amelia's wetness. Amelia's eyes closed on impact and she let out a pleasant whimper.
Arizona's tongue darted out, it found its way between labia and wandered until it found her girlfriend's opening. This time, a full moan escaped Amelia's throat and hips bucked involuntarily, much to Arizona's delight. The action caused wetness to smear over the lower half of her face and she relished into the feeling of making a mess of Amelia.
Her tongue ventured as far as it could inside. Amelia lowered her body to help her reach further. Whether it was a conscious move on her part or merely an expression of her want, Arizona wasn't about to complain anyhow, quite the contrary. She enjoyed being buried between her girlfriend's legs just as much as Amelia enjoyed having her there.
Surrounded by nothing but strong thighs. Feeling the shivers come alive and the sweat forming right in her hands. How her moans were muffled but the sinful slurping sounds were clear. The challenging breathing she had to gladly undergo as Amelia rocked her pelvis. Her nose inadvertently encountering her clit every so often, only for it to send a new wave of arousal straight to her mouth to taste and swallow… It satiated the appetite in Arizona's lower stomach as much as it fueled it.
She looked up and Arizona saw the brunette's hands tightening their hold onto the wooden headboard. Her brows were furrowed in pleasure, her forehead wrinkling. A few strands of hair were framing her face, bouncing wildly with each movement. Her breasts danced to the rhythm of her hips, perfectly in sync and suddenly, Arizona's palms yearned for the weight of them.
She tilted her head slightly backwards and her tongue licked its way up from Amelia's vagina to her clit. Barely had the tip of her tongue grazed over it, were the brunette's hips rocking down harshly. A mouthful of slick flesh abruptly invaded her mouth, the bundle of nerves fully met the flat of her tongue and thighs quivered next to her head.
"Fuck, Zona. There," Amelia managed to whimper out as her frown deepened.
A new surge of wetness coated her chin a couple of seconds later. While she was saddened to not be able to drink it all in, Arizona was quite happy to feel the sticky mess running down her lower jaw. If she couldn't taste her, she could at least proudly wear her wetness over her face. She was the one making Amelia this wet after all.
One of her hand let go of its hold around Amelia's thigh and roamed up her chest. As she palmed a breast, her tongue focused its ministration onto her clit. Diligently, she drew tight, firm circles around it, letting the brunette's hips rock freely against her.
She felt shivers under her fingertips and a hard nipple poked her palm. Her fingers toyed with it for a few seconds before not so gently tugging at it. Hips rocked forward harder at the motion and a guttural groan escaped the back of Amelia's throat. Arizona would have smirked was her mouth not so busy. Arousal dripped down her chin once more.
She saw the neurosurgeon cup her other breast and pull at her nipple. A small whimper that sounded an awful lot like Arizona's name left her lips not a second later. Arizona's thumb softly caressed the nipple, soothing away the harshness of her own tug and she saw Amelia follow her lead with her other boob, doing the same thing.
Her tongue stopped its circles to instead give a few sturdy licks at her clit and she then wrapped her lips around it and sucked. Hips rocked faster as her tongue lapped at her clit again.
"This. Keep doing this, baby. I'm- I'm so close."
Who was Arizona to refuse her girlfriend? And so she kept on doing just that. She sucked and licked as Amelia became a moaning mess on top of her. Amelia's hand found hers on her chest and soon, they had landed near the neurosurgeon's knee on the bed. Thin fingers intertwined with hers and gripped tightly.
Arizona could see the small layer of sweat now covering her body, how white her fingers looked from their hold onto the headboard. She recognized the frantic rocking of hips, the shivers on her thighs, the furrowed brows… The blonde's eyes focused onto the brunette's face.
A few moments later, Amelia was coming. Her body grew stiff and her hold evolved into a death-grip on the headboard and Arizona's hand. Her pelvis slowed down its rhythm, her hips jerked hazardously and anarchically in her mouth as another wave of arousal trickled down Arizona's lower face. Her voice became hoarse mid-groan, the last part of Arizona's name barely loud enough for the woman in question to hear it.
Fuck her, her name had never sounded better.
Arizona's tongue eased its touch onto her girlfriend's clit, lightening the pressure and decreasing its cadence to not overstimulate the neurosurgeon. Amelia's features relaxed as her orgasm subsided, as did her vice-like grip. A content smile formed onto her lips and a few seconds later, her eyelids fluttered open. Her blue, dazzled eyes settled into Arizona's and her smile grew wider. She gave her hand a tender squeeze as her hips eventually come to a stop.
"No more."
Arizona kissed her inner thighs, not sure if the wetness she found there was from her own face or pure Amelia. She loosened her grip onto her and watched as the brunette carefully rose up on shaky knees. The brunette maneuvered her body down the bed until she was lying down next to the blonde.
Arizona rolled on her side to look at her and propped herself up on her elbow, leaning her head on her hand. Face flushed and sweaty, a smile from ear to ear, dimpled popping out, still a bit out of breath, hair perfectly tangled, deep blue eyes with blown out irises… Amelia looked radiant.
Arizona placed her free hand onto the neurosurgeon's sternum, feeling it going up and down with every breath taken.
"Nice plan, uh?" Arizona teased, an eyebrow raised.
Amelia couldn't help but chuckle and turned her head to look back at her.
"Nice fucking plan indeed. Come here, babe," she gently tugged at the hand on her chest.
The pediatric surgeon complied and rolled on top of her. Amelia's hand wandered to the back of her neck and pulled her closer until they were kissing. Despite looking out of breath, Amelia still kissed her languorously. Her tongue eagerly entered her mouth to find its partner and she pulled Arizona into an all too familiar dance.
Strong legs moved underneath Arizona and soon enough, they were framing her hips. Her left hand firmly grabbed that spot where Amelia's thigh met her buttcheek and she grinded forward. Her pelvis brushed against the neurosurgeon's slick sex and their breasts pressed harder against each other's. Amelia immediately broke the kiss and let out a whimper.
Arizona gently pecked her chin and then kissed her way up her lower jaw until she reached her ear. Her nose sank into brunette hair, the smell of Amelia's shampoo and sweat greeting her.
"I have more in store," she whispered, her lips grazing the shell of her ear with each syllable uttered.
Shivers ran down her neck and from the corner of her eyes, she could see a discreet flush overtaking Amelia's chest. Hips shyly undulated under her.
"Yeah?"
Arizona pecked the spot just below her ear and moved back to look at Amelia's face. She let go of her girlfriend's leg and carefully pushed away a wild strand of hair before cupping her cheek.
"If you're up for it."
Amelia turned her head to kiss her palm. "Give me a few and then I'll be all yours."
"You've got it," she pecked the brunette's lips before slowly letting go.
However, before she could roll away, legs tightened their hold onto her pelvis and Amelia wrapped her arms around her torso.
"No, no, no. Stay here and make out with me?"
Arizona giggled and smiled reassuringly at her. "Your wish is my command."
"Good."
Amelia smiled goofily at her and loosened her grip around her waist. A hand settled on her lower back while another cupped the back of her neck. She was gently brought closer until their lips found each other.
They kissed unhurriedly, their prior eagerness gone, instead replaced by a slow choreography. Tongues explored each others' mouths. Hands tenderly caressed skin. Fingertips created goose bumps and felt shivers. Breaths mingled together for the short moment their lips were torn apart.
Arizona's lips strayed away from her partner's to roam further down. She lingered onto her neck and headed towards her chest, fervently lavishing the skin with kisses and caresses. She felt a roll of hips underneath her and Amelia's fingernails dug into the skin of her upper back.
"Zona, please."
Knowing her girlfriend was now ready for more, Arizona was more than happy to indulge her again. She let go of the nipple she was sucking on, a wet pop materializing as she did so. The blonde looked up only to see Amelia already watching her.
Her dark blue eyes were no more. Instead, they had been replaced by two bottomless black pools filled with burning desire. Her face was still flushed from her previous high. No blush would ever compare to the natural pinkish color adorning Amelia's cheeks mid-fucking. But what got Arizona's attention were her lips. All plumped and full and reddened from kissing, her uneven breath…
She couldn't resist them. She leaned on her forearms to ascend the neurosurgeon's body and pulled her into a kiss. She didn't hesitate one second, invading Amelia's mouth in search for her rival as soon as their lisp collided.
Amelia moaned and Arizona swallowed it. It reverberated into her mouth and then traveled to her head as well as between her legs, fueling both her psychological and physical desire. One of Amelia's hand wandered up her side while the other grabbed her butt cheek.
The brunette's grip on her ass was firm, fingers dug into her skin and not a moment later, she was forcefully pulled on top of the neurosurgeon, meeting tender skin and familiar curves. Arizona moaned at the sudden yet welcomed contact.
Amelia had told her she was ready for more, but now the blonde could feel how true her words were. Amelia's wetness stained her lower abdomen and Arizona could only imagine the mess she would find.
The legs framing her hips and the repetitive rocking of hips beneath her urged the pediatric surgeon to act on her want. She gently seized the hand still gripping her ass and bought it to her lips for a peck.
"Zona," Amelia whined.
"I know, baby. I know."
Amelia's skin shivered under Arizona's lips as she kissed her way down. Amelia's legs were already widened by the time she arrived to her pubis, making Arizona's smirk. The smell of arousal greeted her nostrils and once again, her throat and tongue tingled at the sight. Amelia's opening was glistening and her clit was poking out of its hood, both begging for Arizona's attention.
When Arizona kissed her clit, Amelia's hips shot up, the heels of her feet digging into the mattress.
"More, please."
Her voice was hoarse and just the right hint of desperate to sound like music to Arizona's ears. She licked her lips, tasting Amelia on them. The blonde looped her arms around Amelia's thighs and her tongue licked all the way from her vulva to the top of her clit. A satisfied hiss echoed in the room only to evolve into a groan as Arizona closed her lips around the bundle of nerve in front of her.
A hand tangled into her hair and not-so-gently pushed her closer. Arizona focused her attention onto her clit, her touch gentle and slow. Amelia seemed to be as delighted as she was frustrated with it. The brunette's hips rocked faster against her mouth, searching for more pressure. She unconsciously smeared wetness onto Arizona's chin and cheeks in her lust.
Arizona ventured lower, her mouth immediately finding something to quench her thirst. Her tongue entered her opening and her nose inadvertently bumped into her clit.
"Fuck, Zona."
The grip onto her head tightened with each back and forth from her tongue. Arizona felt the gentle pain from the tug and from the short nails digging into her scalp. Whimpers echoed onto the walls, mixing themselves with the sounds of a hungry mouth deflecting on its favorite meal.
Arizona's thirst being satiated at the moment, her focus drifted back to the clit that was teasing her nose every once in a while. The blonde carefully adjusted her arms around Amelia's thighs and used her hands to spread her wide open. After one last taste of her opening, her tongue ventured up and she gave the nub a firm lick.
A groan escaped Amelia's throat as Arizona did so, emanating from somewhere deep inside given how guttural it was. It spurred Arizona on, she wanted to hear more.
The blonde sealed her lips around her clit and gave it a suck before using the flat of her tongue to rub it. Amelia's hips shot up in response and the thighs surrounding Arizona's head hugged her slightly closer. Muck like earlier, Arizona started with broad and soft strokes to then build up to a quicker rhythm and a firmer touch except she picked up the pace quickly, not wanting to drag it out.
"Yes, there Zona. Stay right there."
Arizona could take her time, if she was truly feeling in a devious mood. She was the one in position of power after all. She had Amelia on the tip of her tongue and she was the one deciding what was happening to that beautiful bundle of nerves in front of her mouth. While Arizona loved building her up and deescalating until Amelia was all but a begging whimpering mess, she was also slightly tipsy and impatient to see the brunette succumb another orgasm. Sue her for wanting to bring her girlfriend over the edge again.
With that goal on mind, Arizona sealed her lips around Amelia's clit and sucked on it with determination.
Abruptly, the hand left her hair, hips rose up and a sinful groan left the back of Amelia's throat. Arizona almost smirked at her girlfriend's reaction. But instead, she kept on. Her tongue went back to a sturdy and nimble rhythm as she reaffirmed her grip around her thighs.
Her eyes trailed up Amelia's body. One of her hands was holding onto the sheets for dear life and Arizona didn't know if she was saddened or relieved that it wasn't in her hair. Her other hand was not any less busy, kneading at her breasts and tugging at her perky nipples.
Arizona could barely see Amelia's face, given her arched back and her head being thrown, but the blonde didn't need to. Her name, the moans and calls to God, the lascivious sounds of slurping, the barely there shivers coming to life on Amelia's belly and thighs…
Arizona knew exactly how Amelia looked right now.
"Zona, I'm- I'm so-"
The blonde picked up her pace and Amelia didn't stand the chance of ever finishing her sentence. The end turned into a mumbo-gumbo that sounded extremely appreciative.
She let go of one of Amelia's leg and her hand hiked up her torso until it encountered a boob. It filled her hand and the hardened nipple dug into her palm. Amelia seemed happy with this new development, if the swear word and yes leaving her mouth were any indication. She watched as Amelia caressed her other breast and Arizona replicated the ministrations.
A few moments later, Amelia was coming in her mouth once again. Thighs tensed around her head, their hold strong, as if trying to trap Arizona there. If Arizona could barely see her girlfriend's face before, she definitely couldn't now because of how greatly her back had risen up of the bed. Though her audition was not one hundred percent at the moment because of her position, Arizona was still delighted to hear her name resonating in the bedroom over and over again.
The pediatric surgeon kept her rhythm on her clit for some time, only slowing down by a smidgeon in order to prolong Amelia's orgasm for as long as possible. One hand gently pushed her head and pulled at her hair as thighs grew limp. Arizona's tongue slowed down and eventually her mouth strayed away. She peppered kisses onto Amelia's inner thighs.
The hand tangled in her hair gently tugged upwards impatiently. After one last taste of Amelia and one last kiss on her clit, which earned her a slight hiss from Amelia, Arizona made her way up. Amelia's face looked exactly like she had pictured it: slightly sweaty with hair sticking here and there, cheeks reddened, eyes hooded, tired, and last but not least, a lazy yet satiated smile on her lips.
She looked utterly beautiful basking into the afterglow.
She tenderly caressed one of her cheeks before leaning in and softly kissing Amelia's lips. She settled next to her and they stayed in silence for a while, happy to just coexist together, their heavy breathings the only testament that time wasn't standing still.
"You know what? This muncher really likes your carpet," Arizona said sleepily yet very clearly.
Amelia couldn't help but laugh out loud at both, the comment and the unexpectedness. A snort inadvertently escaped her.
"Okay, I think it's time for you to go to sleep. You're getting extremely tacky."
"I'm just high on endorphins and dopamine," Arizona argued.
"I should be the one saying that!"
"You and me both then."
"I'm high. You, sweetheart, are well drunk on white Russians."
"Potato, potahto. We will never know," Arizona shrugged nonchalantly.
"I think we do," Amelia chuckled and leaned over to kiss the blonde.
One sweet kiss turned into a passionate two which turned into a lustful three and before Arizona was truly aware of it, she was tipsy and high on endorphins and dopamine after all, she was on her back, Amelia's body was half on top of hers and a hand was traveling down her body, its final destination pretty obvious.
"Uh-uh," the blonde shook her head. She gently took the wandering hand in hers and intertwined their fingers. "I'm good, Amy."
"You sure?"
"I am," she smiled reassuringly. "Watching you was enough for me."
Amelia gave her hand a squeeze.
"Okay," she pecked Arizona's nose. "Come on then Zona, let's go brush those teeth and clean up."
"Five minutes?"
"The longer you delay it, the harder it will be to actually get out of bed."
"Fine, you win," Arizona consented, obviously displeased but agreeing nonetheless.
While Amelia headed to the en suite, Arizona sat up on the edge of the bed. However, she was quick to put both of her hands by her sides on the mattress when her balance appeared to be more impaired than predicted. Okay, so maybe she was a bit more on the drunk side than on the tipsy side, not that she was going to admit that out loud. And especially not with Amelia within earshot. Amelia came back and stood in front of her to gently scoop her up in her arms and carried her to the bathroom.
A drunken, prosthetic-less Arizona, was not the most gifted at jumping her way from room to room or at using crutches. And while she could technically use her wheelchair, she also had a tendency to bump wheels straight into doorways. Being escorted was yet the safest bet for her own safety as well as the doors' one.
Back to their bedroom, now all freshened up, Arizona was quick to find Amelia's body under the sheets and to cuddle as close as she could.
"Thank you for always taking such good care of me. Even when I'm wasted."
"Anytime. As your woman, it's my duty to accompany through this thing we call life, and if that involves helping your sorry drunken ass every once in a while, I'm more than happy to do it. Besides, I like seeing drunk Arizona from time to time. She's one of a kind. And she's generally horny, which only means good things for me."
"Shut up," Arizona chuckled and gently nudged Amelia's hipbone.
"Now, time to sleep," Amelia kissed the top of Arizona's head, the smell of her shampoo enveloping her nostrils for the few seconds she lingered there. "I love you, my smashing carpet muncher."
"Love you too, my hospital gremlin," Arizona blindly kissed the piece of skin in front of her before burying her head further into the crook of Amelia's neck where deep slumber quickly overtook her.