Ok, so I know I have a few unfinished stories so I probably shouldn't start another one but... I can't figure out where to go with them and I've started this one. I warn you now, this is M rated and has a trans female character. Please tell me what you think and if I should continue it, I have about 10,000 more words written after this chapter.

Callie walked the halls of Seattle Grace, awe written on her face. The resident, soon to be attending, had gotten many offers from many different hospitals prior to taking her Boards. Seattle Grace was one of her top choices; Dr. Richard Webber was willing to give her moving expenses (even though she didn't really need it), a fairly hefty paycheck, and a lab where she could finally start her prosthetic limb research. Plus, there was the fact that Seattle was almost as far as she could get from Miami without leaving the continental U.S.

The Latina finally found the door she was looking for after wandering the halls for close to half an hour. Lifting her hand to knock, she smiled at the nameplate that read "Chief of Surgery", silently vowing to herself that those three words would come after her name, someday.

"Come in!"

Callie was pulled from her musings by the deep voice behind the door and poked her head in the door.

"Ah, Dr. Torres, right on time," Dr. Webber stood from his desk and motioned for the woman to take a seat. "It's great to finally meet you, I've heard great things."

Callie smiled brightly, "Well, I hope I can live up to them, sir."

"I'm sure you will, Dr. Torres." Richard shuffled a few papers around on his desk before looking up at the young doctor, "Now, why don't we discuss your possible future here at Seattle Grace?"

After an hour of talking with Chief Webber followed by an hour long tour of the hospital and meeting the current head of Ortho, Callie was back in her hotel room. She called her sister to gush about how much she wanted this job; she even spoke to her parents for a few minutes before ending the call and deciding to head out for a few drinks.

About a half hour later, Callie found herself outside a fairly crowded club. She could hear the music thumping through the door; she also noticed the line of about 15 people outside. The Latina sighed, assuming she wouldn't be let in but decided to head to the back of the line anyway.

She couldn't have been in line more than five minutes when she felt a light tap on her shoulder. Turning her head, Callie couldn't help the smile that graced her features when she noticed the blonde man who stood next to her.

"You are far too pretty to be standing in this line," The blonde smiled before grabbing the Latina's arm. "Come with me, I have an in with the bouncer."

"Are you even old enough to get into the club?" Callie asked with a chuckle.

"I'll have you know, I'm 32 years old! I may look young now, but when I'm 70 and look 50, you'll be in your wheelchair, crying."

"Insulting a woman is a great way to get her to spend time with you." Callie laughed at the young man.

"Well, good thing I was thinking more that you could hang out with my hot, twin sister over there," the man pointed toward the front of the line. "But hey, if you're insulted, I apologize and I will go tell my sister that I failed her."

As the young man walked away, Callie took a closer look at the blonde woman at the head of the line. The Latina couldn't deny that this woman was definitely hot, and so very much her type. Deciding that it was worth the shot, she stepped out of the line and grabbed the man by the elbow.

"Well, I mean, I'd hate for you to disappoint your sister..."

The blonde man smiled and offered his hand to Callie, "Then come on!"

Callie willing took the man's hand and followed him toward the blonde woman, "Zo, look!"

The blonde stood wide-eyed at her brother, "Did you seriously drag this woman out of line and over here? Timothy, what have we said about this?"

"What? No! She agreed to come over here!" The man, apparently named Timothy, turned toward Callie, "Tell her, please?"

Callie reached forward, "Hi, I'm Callie, and he's right, I agreed to come over."

The blonde eyed her brother before shaking the Latina's hand, "Arizona, nice to meet you. And this is my shmuck of a brother, Tim, who thinks he can just find women to spend time with me even though I told him I wasn't interested in finding a woman right now."

"Oh, well, then I'm sorry to bother you. I will just go back to line. Have a great night." Callie smiled at the two blondes before turning away.

"No, wait!" Arizona managed to grab hold of the woman's wrist before she could walk too far away, "While I want to smack my brother for not listening to me, I'd actually really like for you hang out with us. If you're interested, that is."

Callie smiled widely, "Oh, I am very interested."

"Great!" Arizona smiled and Callie almost fainted at the sight of the blonde's dimples.

Once inside the club, Tim led the two women to VIP where Callie saw a roped off section with a sign that read "Robbins".

"Question, this place is called 'The Nest', this VIP section is marked 'Robbins', did someone really make a bird themed night club?" Callie asked with a raised eyebrow as she looked around the club.

"Not exactly, the name, 'The Nest', is somewhat bird related, only in the fact that my brother owns this place and our last name is Robbins," Arizona explains as she points to the sign on the VIP tables. "He named it 'The Nest' because he thinks he's clever."

It had been about two hours since the three walked into the night club. Callie had finally convinced Arizona to dance with her after three straight shots of tequila.

"I-I don't know, Callie, I'm not much of a dancer and I'm a little bit drunk so I'll probably be even worse," Arizona mumbled as they reached the packed dance floor.

Callie smiled and pulled the blonde further onto the floor, "You'll be fine! Just stand behind me, hands on my hips, and move with me. I have faith in you."

Arizona nodded dumbly as the Latina began moving along to the music pumping through the speakers.

The two women began to dance, and as the alcohol began to make its way through Arizona's system, the blonde became more and more bold. By the fourth song, she was pressed right against the brunette who was dancing more provocatively as the music continued to play.

"God, you are gorgeous." Arizona spoke softly into the brunette's ear.

Callie smiled and purposely pushed her ass back into Arizona causing the Latina to moan, "Oh, God. Do you always strap one on before going to the club?"

Arizona quickly put at least a foot of space between herself and Callie, "I-I uh, I gotta..."

The blonde never finished her sentence before bolting from the dancefloor. Callie watched as she ran past VIP and through a non-descript door. Callie quickly found Tim.

"Timothy? Um, Arizona just bailed on me randomly and took off behind a door over there," Callie pointed toward the door.

The blonde man nodded with a sigh, "Yeah, saw that coming. I saw you guys on the dancefloor. That door leads to the stairs to my office. Go ahead up; I'll let Mickey know you can go up."

Callie simply nodded before walking toward the door. The large man wearing a security shirt smiled at the Latina as he simply opened the door and motioned for her to follow the stairs.

Walking up the stairs, Callie had to keep herself from bailing in the other direction. Unfortunately, she had a kind heart and needed to apologize for making the blonde uncomfortable, even if it meant being kicked out of the club onto her ass.

The Latina quietly knocked on the door at the top of the stairs, not waiting for an answer before opening the door, "Arizona?"

Arizona sat at the desk, her head in her hands, "You can just leave, Callie. I just got kinda light headed from the heat and the alcohol, just... It's fine. Go home."

"I'd rather not, if it's all the same to you." Callie rounded the desk and sat gently on the edge next to the blonde, "I wanted to apologize for all that down there. I made you uncomfortable and I'm deeply sorry."

Arizona finally looked up, shaking her head, "No, I made myself uncomfortable. I try not to get too close, physically, to women I don't know. I... ok, I'm not wearing a strap-on. I'm transgender. I have a penis, Callie. You're... a gorgeous woman and you were dancing on me and I got excited. I should be the one apologizing."

"You think you need to apologize for something you have no control over?" Callie raised a brow.

"I'm apologizing for offending you. I let the alcohol get to me and I just, couldn't control it."

"Exactly, couldn't control it." Callie smiled at the blonde, "And, if we're being completely honest, it did the exact opposite of offend me, Arizona. It was kinda hot."

"Uh, what?"

Callie laughed at the face the blonde made, "Well, I mean, you're a gorgeous woman who, by the quick feel I got, happens to have a pretty good-sized penis and was clearly attracted to me in some way. That is hot."

Arizona sat a moment, not sure what to say, "I, um..."

"I swear, this isn't some sort of weird fetish thing. You're just a gorgeous girl who happens to have a little bit of extra equipment that I happen to like as much as people without them." Callie leaned toward Arizona, still sat on the edge of the desk, "I have to be honest, if you don't pull back in the next five seconds, I am going to kiss you."

Arizona did move, though. The move, however, was to lean forward and kiss Callie before the Latina had the chance to do it herself. The kiss was passionate, full of tongue and nipping teeth.

"Dios mio," Callie pulled away, a hand on her forehead. "That was..."

"Yeah." Arizona let out a chuckle, "You're a hell of a kisser."

Callie smiled, "Not so bad yourself, Arizona."

Before Callie knew what had happened, Arizona had pulled the brunette into her lap and began kissing her furiously, again. Callie moaned before pulling away again.

"Why do you keep pulling away from me?"

Callie sighed, "Arizona, I go back home tomorrow. I'm not from here. I came out for a job interview, I live in Miami. I just needed you to know that before we went any further. I didn't want you to think I was leading you on and then disappear, especially because I can feel how hard you are and it's making me so wet but if you want more than a one-night thing, I need to walk away."

"I'm a big girl, Callie..."

Callie rolled her hips on Arizona's lap and winked at the blonde, "I know, I can feel how big you are."

Arizona let out a small moan, "So not what I mean. I'm an adult, Callie, I can handle a one-night stand if that's all this will be. I just know that I want you, right now."

"So, take me," Callie smirked as she pulled her shirt over her head.

Arizona didn't need to be told twice; she quickly hoisted Callie back onto the desk and stood between her legs, making quick work of the button fly on the brunette's pants.

"Holy fuck. I didn't think you'd be able to lift me. I'm not exactly light." Callie panted.

"I help Tim haul kegs in my free time. And you're not heavy, believe me."

Arizona again hoisted Callie up, wrapping the Latin's legs around her waist. Quickly crossing the office, Arizona places Callie flat on her back across the overstuffed couch in the corner.

"I'm gunna have to buy my brother a new couch after this..." Arizona laughed as she made quick work of the Latina's shirt.

"I'll leave a really good tip. Just fuck me!"

"Yes, ma'am," Arizona husked as she leaned back to pull her pants down some.

"Condom," Callie whimpered as she sees Arizona's fairly large erection straining in the blonde's briefs, "I'm not on birth control."

"I uh... Tim might have some in his desk."

Callie watches as Arizona quickly jogs to her brother's desk, her jeans now hang open at her hips. She couldn't help but moan at the way Arizona's hips swayed was undoubtedly feminine but the bulge in the blonde's underwear was anything but feminine. The Latina unconsciously ran a single hand down the length of her torso and began toying with the wetness that collected between her thighs. When the blonde turned back toward the couch, she let out her own moan.

"Um, this is really sexy and all, watching you touch yourself, but I believe that is my job."

"Well, maybe you should come do your job, then." Callie smirked while still touching herself.

Arizona was across the room in a split second, quickly dropping to her knees in front of the sofa and situating herself between smooth, jean clad thighs. The blonde made quick work of the Latina's jeans and underwear and wasted no time in running her tongue through the wetness.

"Fuck!" Callie moaned and bucked up into the blonde's face. "Don't tease, Arizona. Just make me cum. I don't care how but make me cum!"

Arizona buried her face between Callie's thighs while pulling her jeans and briefs down just enough for her erection to spring free. While still pleasuring Callie with her tongue, Arizona rolled the condom onto herself.

Finally pulling herself away from Callie's sex, Arizona ran the back of her hand across her mouth, "Are you ready for me?"

Callie pulled the blonde toward her by the back of her pale neck and into a short kiss, "Absolutely. Fuck me, Arizona, please."

The blonde wasted no more time and sliding into the Latina's depths, both women letting out a loud moan, "Fuck, you're so tight," Arizona moaned as she slowly thrust into the brunette.

Callie couldn't respond; the feeling of Arizona thrusting in and out was just too good. The Latina clutched at Arizona's back through her t-shirt.

"Harder, please!"

Arizona did as she was told and began pounding relentlessly into the woman below her. The two were so engrossed in the amazing feeling of each other, that they didn't hear the door to the office open.

"Arizona!" The women finally heard someone yelling from the door way.

The blonde whipped around, "Fucking leave, Timothy Daniel!"

"Oh shit!" Tim quickly covered his eyes and ran from the room.

Arizona stopped her movements with a huff, "Well that was a fuckin' mood killer."

"Sit back; I know how to bring the mood up, again." Callie smirked as Arizona raised her brow, "No pun intended but it works."

Arizona didn't speak, simply sat back on the couch like Callie asked. Before she could fully register what was going on, Callie was on her knees on the cushion next to the blonde and taking Arizona's semi-erect member into her mouth.

"Oh, whoa, ok, yeah, that'll definitely work." Arizona let out a moan as the brunette worked her to a full erection. "Jesus, you're good at that."

Callie bobbed her head a few more times before stopping to look Arizona in the eye, "I taste good on you."

"Jesus, Callie, your mouth feels almost as good as your pussy." Arizona moaned as she threw her head back on her shoulders.

Callie just hummed around Arizona while continuing to bob her head. Arizona couldn't help but moan while she ran a pale hand over Callie's tanned back towards the Latina's ass before giving it a light slap.

"Shit!" Callie hissed and wiggled her hips a bit, "Harder."

"Mm, you like it rough? I can do rough." Arizona drew her hand back and smacked Callie's ass again.

Callie could feel her flesh sting and burn, certain there would be a palm shaped print on her ass for at least a day, she moaned, "Fuck me."

Arizona complied, sliding her hands under Callie's arms and pulling the Latina onto her lap, "I'm gunna fuck you, alright."

Callie bit her lip as she slowly lowered herself onto Arizona's erection. Both women moaned at the feeling of Arizona's erection sliding into the Latina's depths. The blonde once again slid a hand behind Callie and down her back, stopping at the unmarred cheek and caressing the supple flesh.

"You're ass does not quit, Callie."

"Calliope," Callie moaned as Arizona smacked her ass again

"What?"

Callie continued to slowly bounce herself up and down on Arizona, "My name is Calliope. My f-full name. Jesus Christ you're so big!"

"And you're so tight, and wet, Calliope. Can you hear how wet you are for me?" In an effort to prove her point, Arizona thrust rapidly into the Latina, "So wet."

Callie moaned loudly as Arizona thrust into her, she could feel the blonde's hand caressing her ass and the other fondling her breast. It was like Arizona was every where all at once and it was causing Callie's head to spin and her heart to race. "Jesus, fuck me."

"I am fucking you, Calliope." Arizona spoke with a light chuckle.

Callie slowly grabbed the pale hand that was on her ass and moved it just a bit, "Fuck me."

Arizona's eyes widened a bit, "Seriously?"

Callie simply nodded. Arizona slid a single finger into Callie's tight center, squeezing between the Latina's walls and her own hard member, lubricating her finger before sliding back out and to Callie's ass, "Are you sure?"

"Mmmmm, stopping asking questions and fuck me, already!"

Arizona did as she was told; she stopped asking questions and slowly slid her finger into Callie's ass, "God damn it, you're the sexiest woman alive, I swear."

"Arizona!" Callie moaned out, "I think I'm gunna…"

Arizona sped up her thrusts and whispered in the Latina's ear, "Me too, cum for me, Calliope."

Callie continued to moan as she bounced on Arizona's lap, "Jesucristo! Mierda, mas fuerte. Eres tan grande y duro."

"Fuck, I'm gunna cum. God, you're so tight!"

Both women let out a loud moan as they came, one right after the other. Arizona slowed her thrusts gradually before stopping completely, pulling her finger from Callie but not pulling out of her sex just yet. Callie couldn't move, she simply laid her head on Arizona's shoulder.

After a few moments of silence, Callie finally spoke, "God. That was a work out."

Arizona chuckled, "No kidding. I guess maybe we should get cleaned up."

"Is there a bathroom in here I can use?" Callie asked, still not pulling off of Arizona, "I'm not really feeling the walk of shame to the bathrooms downstairs."

"Yeah, the door behind the desk," Arizona pointed toward the door she spoke of, "Ladies first."

"Mmm, a big dick, pretty face, and chivalrous," Callie smiled, "They definitely don't make 'em like you anymore."

Arizona blushed as Callie climbed off her lap and made her way to the bathroom, still naked from the waist down. The blonde couldn't help but moan at the sight. Finally shaking herself from her thoughts, Arizona stood from the couch to dispose of the condom when she noticed something.

"Shit!"

"What's wrong?"

Arizona whipped her head around when she heard Callie re-enter the room, "Um, well, the uh… The condom broke…"

Arizona closed her eyes and braced for some sort of anger or something. After a few seconds, when no yelling could be heard, she slowly opened a single eye to see Callie pulling her heels on, "Did you hear me? The condom broke."

"Yeah, I heard you. Shit happens, yeah? Don't worry; I'll swing by a pharmacy on my way back to the hotel."

"I could take you to the hospital, I w-"

"It's ok, Arizona. I'm a big girl, too." Callie spoke with a soft laugh, "I better get going though, I have an early flight and it's after midnight."

Callie slowly stalked toward the blonde, caressing a pale cheek with her tanned fingers, "I had a great time tonight and I'm really glad we met. I just wish I didn't have to run back home…"

Arizona leaned into Callie's palm, "One night stands suck sometimes, but we're adults. We'll be ok. If you're ever back in Seattle, feel free to find me."

Callie nodded, leaning forward to lay a sweet kiss on soft pink lips, "Have a good life, Arizona. You're gunna make some woman very happy some day."

"Goodbye, Calliope," Arizona whispered as the Latina pulled away with a smile