A/N: I see a lot of confused reviews, so I hope this clears some of the stuff up.

Chapter 6

Callie had watched the blonde make a dash for her bedroom. She had seen the tears welling up in her eyes as the smile was wiped from her face, she wasn't sure what was going on but she new that Arizona was hurt, but she didn't know why. She was just hanging out with her best friend Mark. In fact, she was complimenting the blonde about all the hard work she has put in towards Torres Tequila. Had she done something wrong already? Why was she always the one in the wrong?

Regardless, Callie decided to follow her and check up on her. She placed her hand on the door knob about to twist it. She was unsure if she should go in, did Arizona even want her there? She was pretty clear that she wanted nothing to do with her? Should she open this door or should she turn around and walk away, wait till the blonde came to her?

It had been two weeks, two weeks of absolute hell for her. What made things worse was that Arizona purposefully stayed away from her. She did her part of the job, but there were no flirtatious comments, no storming into her office to have a word with her, if she wanted to talk to her, she would simply let her assistant know. More than anything, the coldness of it all hurt her.

The brunette sighed. It was now or never; she twisted the doorknob open before stepping into the room.

Arizona turned around to find Callie standing there looking at the floor.

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize this was your bedroom. I was hoping it was a restroom."

"That's the second door on your left."

"Yes, Thank you."

But Callie was not done, she took a few steps towards her before standing right behind her. "You're crying."

"I-I'm not."

"Don't lie to beautiful," she started. "What's going on? What's bothering you?"

The blonde literally felt her blood boiling at that. She turned around and came face to face with the Latina. "What's bothering me? You have the nerve to ask me what's bothering me?" She said as she pointed a finger at her chest. It hurt. It all hurt too badly.

"I mean-"

But Arizona cut her off. "YOU! You are the one that's bothering me!"

"Do you want me to leave?"

The blonde threw her hands up in frustration. "Sure, why not! Do what you do best and just escape when things get tough because God forbid if you feel an emotion or two!"

"What is that supposed to mean? You are the one who called it off! You said you wanted nothing to do to me! You are the one who walked into my house with that Boowell chick and now you are upset! Please tell me how is it my fault?! Please help me out here and explain this to me! Why do I get the blame for it? Why am I the bad guy here in this situation?"

Arizona wiped the tears from her face. She was here for one more week. When Torres Tequila would finally have its hard launch and then she'd go back to Michigan. She just needed to power through the night, stay out of Callie's way and she'd never see her again. It would be the end of all of this.

"I need to go out. I need to mingle with potential clients."

"Beautiful, please talk to me." Callie tried to stop her but Arizona had already made her way to the door.

"It's your Tequila, you need to be out there too."

"Baby-" But before she could say anything the blonde had already made her way out and slammed the door on her face.

For the rest of the night the two of them tried to stay away from each other, to Callie's dislike. It seemed like every time she tried to step closer to the blonde, this Boowell or whatever her name was would step in and hug her or whisper something in her ear. It made her angry, but she managed to keep her calm.

One after one, right about two am the guests started to leave. Callie being the gracious host made a speech about how thankful she was for everyone that attended. She kept a trained eye on the blonde incase she tried to slip away from her without saying good bye. No matter what happened with them from here on now, there was no way she was going to let her go without a proper good bye.

The lasts ones in the room were Mark, Arizona and Lauren. Callie had finally learnt that woman's name. What kind of a name is Lauren anyway? Regardless, she kept her composure.

"Alright Cal, I'm going to call it." Mark said as he leaned in and gave her a hug.

"How are you going to go home?"

"Well, I drove here, but I'm in no condition to drive."

"I'll let my driver know he can-"

"Non sense! Its too late, I'll take a cab. Maybe drop off Lauren on my way home."

"Umm yeah yes."

"Cause you and Blondie seem to want some privacy," he said as he nudged her shoulder.

Callie simply rolled her eyes. "It's that obvious?" she smirked.

"Either you have already boned or you want to jump her bones so bad!"

"I'd say it's a combination of the two."

Mark waved to the other two ladies. "Alright, I'm heading home, can I drop any of you ladies on my way?"

Lauren smiled. "Yes, Arizona and I would love a ride." Callie looked at Mark questioning him on how he thought his stupid plan would work. The brunette looked down in defeat.

"Callie, didn't you want to discuss about the campaign strategy? About how the person who suggested that we should target only high paying customers caused you a huge chunk of sales?" Mark said.

"Umm, yeah that was all her. I had nothing to do with it." Lauren said.

Callie, Arizona and Mark were shocked. They didn't expect that Lauren would just through the blonde under the bus like that.

"I guess, we will leave it to you ladies then." Mark said as hugged the brunette, kissed her on her cheek before whispering. "You owe me one Torres!" And lead Lauren out.

The blonde ran her hands through her hair. "I have personally paid attention to all the sales. They were as projected so I don't know what you are saying! I know it was a risky move to pay, but the sales are fine. I will not-"

But before she could finish her sentence Callie grabbed her and kissed her hard on the mouth as her tongue fought for dominance. "Beautiful, I have been wanting to do that for two weeks now." Arizona was shocked. She didn't know what came over the brunette. "You want me to stick around, to stick up for you?"

"And the way you are planning to do that is with your tongue down my throat?"

Callie scratched the back of her head. "I mean I don't know. I just had to kiss you."

"You don't get it? Do you?" The brunette shook her head. "I don't want to just have sex with you, I want feelings and emotions. I won't call it a relationship for your sake. But I want more than just wham bam thank you ma'am! And you cannot give that to me, you can't even talk to me!"

"We are talking." Callie tried to justify, but she too knew that it was too week.

"This is you marking me, because Lauren was getting too close to me. This is you getting jealous, this is you and your dominating side not trusting me to make my own choices, my decisions."

"You are telling me you want her? Then go on! Leave! Everyone else does, why don't you too!" She yelled before walking towards the bar pouring herself a glass of Tequila and downing it all in one go.

Callie was sick and tired of people walking out on her like she was nothing. It started out when she was young and her parents almost abandoned her because she didn't fit in the society, that she was not normal, that just because she was intersex, she was treated differently. But they didn't know what she was capable of. She made the Torres name, she built everything from nothing. Callie didn't need anyone to be what she was today.

Suddenly she felt ivory hands wrapping around her waist as the blonde nuzzled against her back.

"If the fear of me walking out on you is what's holding you back then let me tell you something, I'm not going to do that, ever. I'm not someone who is in it because you are famous or you have money. I'm in it because you care fiercely, you are strong and I want to get to know that person even more. Okay?"

Callie turned around in her arms before leaning down to capture the pink lips in hers as her hands immediately flew to her waist keeping the blonde closer to her body.

"Make me yours Callie." Arizona whispered against her lips. "I want to be yours."

The brunette smiled at that. She had never felt this way ever before. The felling of being wanted, being needed by someone. She leaned down and kissed her lips ad her hands darted to her lover's waist. She skimmed them downwards until they met the bare warm skin of her thighs. Callie hoisted her up and placed her on the kitchen counter. She could feel herself getting harder as Arizona's tongue entered her mouth.

Callie slid her hands forward as her fingertips skimmed the lace of the blonde's underwear. She immediately took them in her fingers and ripped them off of the blonde. "Sorry," she said but she didn't really mean it. Her fingers were met with the heated core as she moaned when she felt how we the blonde was. Callie ran a finger up her slit to her clitoris and lightly rubbed her thumb on it before her fingers made their way back. The brunette stuck two fingers inside of Arizona, smiling as she heard the blonde moan.

"No, stop Callie."

"What?" She asked as she pulled away from the kiss.

The blonde struggled to breath as this vision of pure Latina goddess stood in front of her.

"I told you to make me yours."

"That's what I was-" before she could finish her sentence, she felt a hand on her cock palming her though her pants.

"I told you to make yours." She repeated as she quickly unbuckled her bed and unbuttoned her pants before showing both her pants and underwear down her legs. Arizona watched as the brunette's cock sprung out almost reaching towards her hands, having a mind of its own, wanting to be touched by her. "I want to be yours."

Callie took her lovers face in her hands. "You sure about this beautiful?" she asked as Arizona nodded. With that Callie lifted her off of the counter, she almost stumbled as her legs got caught in her pants, but she just kicked them away and started walking towards her bedroom.

"What are you doing?"

"I told you, the first time we'll have sex would be in the bedroom of my penthouse," she said as she placed the blonde on her bed. Callie unzipped the dress before removing the straps of her dress from her shoulders, neatly taking it off of her frame.

"No bra? God, you are killing me." her thumbs gently skimmed the tops of the pink tips, just lingering there, circling them, playing with them before she instructed the blonde to move back on the bed. Callie quickly unbuttoned her shirt and removed her sports bra before crawling up her lover's body as if she were going to devour her pray. She made three stops along the way before she reached Arizona. She dipped her head down and took a long lick of the lips of the blonde's sex wanted to taste her again. "Mhhmm," she moaned as the familiar taste invaded her mouth. Callie then circled her navel with her tongue before licking her way to the blonde's nipples.

The peaks were standing tall, almost calling out to her. She took her dick in her hand before rubbing it on her nipples, coating them with the leaking head of her pre-cum. Callie then took her nipple in her mouth circling them with her tongue before gently biting on them.

"My favorite flavor combination, a little bit of me mixed with a whole lot of you."

Callie finally settled between her legs as she felt the blonde circling her legs around her as her heels almost dug into her ass.

"I can't wait to be inside of you." Callie kissed her lips on last time before reaching out to her side drawer. She blindly searched for the box she knew was there as Arizona's hands played with buzzed hair on the nape of her neck. "Fuck where is it!"

"What's wrong?" Arizona asked.

The Latina got of the bed as she crouched down to search her drawer. "No, don't do this to me!"

"Callie?"

"Shit!" She said as she sat up on the bed. "I forgot to buy condoms! I have been so busy with the campaign that I forgot that I was out."

Arizona sat up and crawled towards the brunette before sitting behind her, wrapping her arms around her waist as her head rested on her shoulders. She watched Callie reaching for her phone.

"What are you doing?" The blonde asked.

"I'm getting those fucking condoms."

The blonde watched Callie animated telling the person that she wanted condoms in the next minute, that she didn't care about anything as long as she got what she wanted. Arizona suddenly had a wicked thought in her mind. She trailed her hand down from the brunette's abdomen to circle her cock as she slowly started pumping it.

"What are you doing?"

"Oh, I think you know what I'm doing!"

Callie could feel that she was close. She had been imagining that hand on her, that body close to hers as her nipples pushed against her back. All she could ever ask now was for those condoms!

A/N: So… Was this all you wanted it to be and more?