AN: Since I got a couple comments on the last chapter, I want to take a moment to say something. Safe sex is always important. Not just with new partners, but even with established ones. For Callie and Arizona, adding the sex-toy was new, and though silicone dildos are generally safe, but you never know how your vajayjay is going to react - especially since it had been so long for Callie, and Arizona had never done that before. The purpose of condoms in the story is because of the introduction of the toy. On that note, I probably should have mentioned lube. I took creative fanfiction licence and didn't include it for various reasons, but if you're thinking of introducing sex toys, especially dildos, into your life lube is important. Natural female lubricant may not be enough, for some it is, and for some it will never be. Condoms and lube just serve to make it the best experience it could possibly be, and when it comes to sex and your junk, safe is always better than sorry.

If you are thinking about adding these things to your life, I would like all of you to do some research before diving in, literally, because I care about your junk. Hence this chapter.

Love y'all.

"Uhh… where'd you find the mad scientist?" Meredith asked, poised over Liliana's crib in her nursery.

"Huh?" Callie replied, her gaze also locked on her baby. She was three months old now, and she was the spitting image of Arizona. Her hair was the exact same shade of sunlight, her eyes the same delicately endlessly blue. And the dimples, jesus christ, pray for all ye sinners, the goddamn fucking dimples.

They popped! Like, she just smiled like a normal baby, like she was smiling up at them now, cooing her little baby cooing noises and then suddenly POP - friggen dimples! She was McDimples 1 in miniature form.

"To clone Arizona." Was all that Meredith offered.

Again, "Huh?" was all that Callie could reply with.

Because Meredith wasn't wrong. Barbara had shown her pictures of chubby cheeked, and dimpled, baby Arizona. The resemblance was uncanny. Like… scarily uncanny. And The Colonel had pulled her aside and he whispered, something he'd never done with Callie before, and it was hurried and rushed, like they were trying to quickly get past this illegal transaction in a back alley, and he was definitely hiding from Barbara and Arizona. And Callie knew this because when Arizona entered the room, silently, he squeaked (he actually squeaked, like a tiny little mouse and it just served to confuse Callie further, because who was this man?) in surprise, stopped whispering and ran away.

He'd said "I'm warning you Callie, she's going to give you trouble, and it's the smile that will get you, the glint in her eye. It's practically witchcraft those dimples and those blue eyes, and you're going to be powerless, she's gonna come in, having talked her brothers into doing something they're not supposed to have done, and you'll never suspect her, and-" and that's when he'd squeaked and run away, Arizona's innocent "daddy?" confirming everything that Daniel had just said.

And if Daniel Timothy Robbins, Colonel of the United States Marine Corps could be scared… Callie knew that she was in trouble.

And it also wasn't like she hadn't known it before, with the boys and with her own Arizona, and even Sofia had a power over her… it was… uncanny how all six of them had her wrapped around their fingers. She was supposed to be the bad cop, the firm parent… but Liliana… she wasn't a crack baby like Sofia had been. Or the boys. Or baby Arizona Karev… she was going to be Callie's kryptonite.

And to make matters worse… that boy that Sofia had a crush on, well he had a crush on her too, and now they're "dating" because Sofia is 13 now, she's "practically" a grown up, so Callie had brought Liliana along for the date, because she was the chauffeur (and she also paid) ((and she'd also driven the young man home)) and her two daughters were between her and if either of them were like her at that age… well, all Callie could think to do was learn how to swing a very large stick.

"Like, she's obviously a clone right? And you'd need a mad scientist to do it, and I was just wondering where you found one of those, because…. Damn." Meredith trailed off, her index finger tracing the dimple on Lily's left cheek, making it pop even more.

"I think the first thing I said was 'oh no,' because…" Because when she first laid her eyes on her daughter, her daughter that looked exactly like her wife… she knew she was in trouble. She was the bad 'bad cop' with Sofia and with the boys. Arizona was the softie. She was the one that bent for them, let them stay up that extra fifteen minutes after bedtime, let them have that last piece of candy after Halloween… when Callie said no, they went to Arizona for the yes. (Though they were often a united front on major issues, extra stories before bed, and ice cream before dinner, were things that Callie let slide.)

But her first look at Liliana, and she knew it wouldn't be as easy to say no. She had started to steel herself for the moment when Lily learnt what she could accomplish with her dimples. Because she was still a slave to Arizona's. And the boys, and Sofia's - even though Sofia's dimples weren't Robbins inherited, they were all Robbins in power.

Callie Torres was a slave to the Robbins dimples. All of them knew just how to use them too. Sofia's got her that expensive pink bike for her birthday, and the skateboard, and the piano lessons - and out of the piano lessons. Timmy's had got him so many extra cuddles when he misbehaved. Spence and Mateo hadn't learned to wield them yet, but she was still powerless. And Arizona… well, Arizona's dimples worked everywhere, but most especially in the bedroom where they were their most deadly, especially when her wife had that smirk on, the smirk that said 'I want you, and you want me, and I know you want me to take you, and to take you hard and fast and I'm going to' and that sultry smirk was framed by those dimples, well Callie was on her back at their mercy.

The Robbins dimples made her the pushover.

And she fucking loved it.

"Like… I thought the boys were bad, but Lily…" Callie finished lamely, watching as Meredith finally bent down to pick up Lily who was babbling at them.

"I get it," Meredith began, finally offering a small smile to Callie, her attention quickly returning to the baby. "As Bailey gets older he looks more and more like Derek. Mama Shepherd showed me pictures, and if he didn't have my hair, he'd look exactly like Derek."

As Meredith had finished quietly, Callie didn't know what to say. The pain of losing Derek had faded now, a small bump against a counter rather than the twisting knife it used to be, and that was just for Callie, she couldn't imagine the way that Meredith felt. And though her friend had moved on from her fling with Andrew and had dated a couple of other men, not quite seriously, but not with the abandon of her youth, Callie imagined the pain would always be there.

She still sometimes woke from nightmares that reminded her of those four days thinking Arizona was dead, and the pain was just as fresh in those moments, but all she had to do was roll over and there Arizona was, asleep and warm and alive, and she was in her arms again. Meredith would never get that.

"Anyway. That's enough of that." Meredith whispered quietly, Lily quickly falling asleep in her arms. "When is she due home?"

"Later today, actually." Arizona had been gone for the last few days to Miami to help deliver Megan's baby and to make sure that the surgery she'd performed three months ago had made things better and that the baby would be well. Callie had stayed home with the kids because she'd had a big surgery scheduled on a Seahawks player, so Arizona had gone alone.

She'd texted a couple hours ago that she was taking off from Miami, and Callie was due to leave to pick her up soon, which is why Meredith was here. To pick up her children so that Callie and Arizona could have time alone.

"Callie, can I just say something?" Meredith asked, her voice soft as Lily had fallen asleep in her arms, her friend slowly rocking from side to side, icy blue eyes trained on the baby.

"Anything Mer, you can say anything." Callie offered, just as quietly. The moment felt heavy, primed for a deep conversation and heavy emotions that Meredith wasn't used to sharing with her.

"When Derek died… I was lost. I had the kids, and I knew I was pregnant, I was actually going to tell him when he got home the next day and that's why I ran. I didn't know how to live without him." Callie could only listen and watch as Meredith continued to gently sway from side to side, still only looking at Lily. "I took my cues from you and Arizona. It was different, I know, you guys only divorced, but you both learned how to live without each other, and it was by choice. I was so mad at you Callie, both of you, for so long. You were right there with each other, and you didn't have to learn how not to be, and I was mad that neither of you saw it."

Meredith finally looked up, and Callie caught her eye, offering her a small smile, letting her friend know that it was okay to continue.

"And then you came back and I was mad again. Because I would never get that chance. The second chance to be with the great love of my life. But once again, I took my cues from you and Arizona. I could fall in love again, I'd never get Derek back, but… loving again was possible."

And with that, Callie knew that Meredith was finished, the words spoken between the heaviest and most important that had passed without alcohol.

"I'll grab Sofia, and we'll see you later for dinner, right?" Callie could only nod, and discreetly wipe away the tears that had gathered.

*8*

Callie sat waiting in their car, Meredith having the SUV because of all the car seats, waiting for Arizona's plane to land. Her dad had insisted that Arizona use the Torres jet to fly to and from Miami, wanting his daughter to fly in comfort. It was the first time that he'd ever used that word in relationship to Arizona, to Arizona, and Callie could tell that it meant a lot to her wife.

It had meant a lot to Callie as well, because her mom had mirrored the sentiment saying that "Torres' shouldn't fly commercial when it's for family." In the last three months, Lucia had come a long way into accepting Arizona into the family. It wasn't always easy, sometimes it was rocky, especially when old friends from church were around, but Lucia had maintained what she'd said, Arizona was family, and she was treated as such. She stayed at the Torres' villa while she was in Miami, and the staff were to treat her as such. Lucia had even gone so far as to find a new church, one that was accepting of Callie and Arizona, throwing away the last sixty years of her life and easily shedding the friendships who judged her.

Arizona had sounded shocked when she recounted the story of the way that Lucia's arm had snaked around her shoulders and the older woman had proclaimed "that's my daughter you're talking about" to one of her old friends, now ex-friend, when she'd yelled at Arizona. Though Callie still wasn't entirely sure that this turn around wasn't just about Megan's baby and she was still hesitant, she couldn't deny that Lucia was trying.

Smiling when the plane landed, Callie couldn't wait for her wife to be home. The last three months had them together constantly and it was a welcome change to both of them. Since Arizona had finished at GSM, for the time being, it was a stage of their relationship that they hadn't ever experienced before. Arizona was always home when Callie got there and they were seldom interrupted by the ringer of a pager anymore, allowed to sleep in each others arms almost every night, and then to wake up with each other. And usually Timmy and Mateo. Spencer, in complete opposite to the rest of the family, preferred to spend his night time sleeps alone, but Timmy and Mateo found their way into their bed more frequently than they should have been.

In fact, the first time they'd woken to find Mateo in bed with them, it had been a surprise since he still slept in a crib, but over breakfast with a grumpy Sofia, they learned that she'd been awoken in the middle of the night by Timmy who made her get out of bed to retrieve Mateo so they could crawl in with mommies. She'd grumbled about it, but Callie caught the small smile. It was also at her insistence that she and Arizona were going shopping for "big boy" beds so she didn't have to wake up in the middle of the night to Timmy slapping her lightly on the cheek.

And it's not like Callie believed her daughter anyway, as often as she woke with Timmy and Mateo, she'd found the three of them all cramped together on her bed, the boys sprawled over her like they did to her and Arizona.

When her beautiful wife, hair all flowy and looking like the sun, slid into the car beside her it was all Callie could do to lean over and give her a soft welcome home kiss. All the time together over the last three months had ruined her from being apart from her wife for any length of time. It was like they had shifted into a honeymoon phase over the last three months, where Callie could just have her in her arms whenever she wanted.

"Mmm," Arizona whispered against her lips, "hey wife."

"Hey back," Callie whispered, deepening the kiss. As their tongues met softly, not heatedly or rushed, but a languid welcome home, they were lost in their own world, but were suddenly shocked back to the present when the truck of the car slammed. Breaking apart, Callie felt her own blush match the one on Arizona's face, both of them falling into laughter as one of the flight attendants rapped on her window.

"All set Dr. Torres and Dr. Robbins, drive safe." The attendant had an amused smile on her face as she waved them off.

"One day someone is going to catch us making out, like our parents, and I might die of embarrassment." Arizona said, leaning in for another soft kiss.

"It's okay, I'm familiar with mouth to mouth," Callie whispered back, stealing her wife's lips for another kiss.

"Let's go home Calliope," Arizona whispered, and the husk of her voice, that siren call of a sex voice, melted her insides a little while simultaneously warming her centre. Three days was a long time for them. "I have a surprise for you."

"Oh… presents!" Callie said excitedly, not quite forgetting the fact that the wetness in her underwear was gathering.

"For the kids, yes, but yours is a bit… different." Callie gulped. She hadn't informed Arizona in the change of plans. They were supposed to go home right away, because the house was going to be empty. Sofia and Zola were having a sleepover and Meredith had said she wanted time to snuggle with a baby, so she was taking Lily too. The boys were with Teddy and James, since they were talking about adopting - or at least fostering - James had said he wanted to spend time with kids, like overnight to see what it was like. They were going to do "man" things, Teddy had said, neither her or Callie knowing what that meant, but the boys were happy so that was good enough.

But this was going to be a surprise for Arizona. A chance to see the kids sooner than expected. Though the kids were expecting to see Momma tomorrow, so it was technically a surprise for both of them. Arizona had asked if it was wrong of them to lie to the kids, wondered if it made them bad mothers to extend her absence for twelve hours so that they could have time alone, but the answer to those musings had been a resounding 'nah' because it came up when they were both left unsatisfied after a steamy and roughly sexual meeting in the shower where neither of them got to finish because Spencer was pounding on the door yelling about something or other.

So maybe it did make them… not as great mothers, but they had needs, sexual needs, and friends who would take their children so they could meet those needs. Friends who'd hoisted their own children on them so they could do the same thing. Sex was like surgery, sometimes your village just had to take your children so you could do what needed to be done.

And Callie needed to be done.

"What's the surprise?" She husked back, fighting the urge to take her eyes off the road and look at her wife, her wife who she knew was in the same state of arousal as she was judging by her shallow breathing.

The answer was a bit shocking. Arizona had taken her right hand off the steering wheel, and placed it high on her left thigh. Her thumb rested against the lip of her prosthetic, an expected barrier to the warmth of the leg, but it was the hardness by her pinky that was the shocking part. Arizona's legs were spread, and her fingers were pressing soft circles on her wrist as pale hands held her hand in place.

"Is that…" She couldn't even finish the question, because she knew what it was.

"It is Calliope." Arizona husked, lifting Callie's hand pressing it higher, the bulge of their sex toy now fully in her hand.

Her panties were ruined now.

"I need you Calliope, all the time." Arizona started with a moan, her own fingers pressing down on Callie's so that she was pushing the fake cock into her wife's centre. It was getting harder for Callie to keep her eyes on the road. And to not pull over. "It's ridiculous my wife, how deeply I long for your touch. How much I sometimes need to touch you, to make love to you. We've known each other for almost fifteen years and I need you as much now as I ever did. Possibly even more."

Callie gulped, they were alone on the highway back to the city, so she chanced a look at her wife. Which was a bad idea because her breasts were heaving, the flush of arousal covering her chest and neck and cheeks, her blue eyes hooded and darkened with arousal. "Eyes on the road Calliope," Arizona husked back, and Callie moaned along with her when Arizona used both of their hands to press the cock tighter to her clit. Callie could feel the slip roll of her wife's hips as she tried to get the pressure she needed.

Tearing her eyes away from her wife, who was currently getting herself off beside her in the car, she focused on the road. Well mostly on the road. Okay, like 60% on the road, 38% on the sounds Arizona was making beside her, and 2% on her own need. Her own words coming back to her wear it all day, and then fuck me roughly.

"I had to buy new pants to cover the bulge," Arizona said between pants of breath and moans, her hips never stopping their slow roll against the cock in her pants, Callie taking over pressing it. "When I dressed this morning and I saw it in the mirror, I knew something had to be done. This is only for you, I only want you to see me like this. So I hid the cock," Callie gulped, Arizona had never called it that before, always 'the toy' or 'the dildo,' but never that and it caused another wave of arousal to pool between her thighs. "In my purse, and then I bought these jeans because they hid it well. There I was… walking around the mall… and the airport… getting wetter and wetter… thinking about taking you from behind… like you asked me to."

Callie swallowed, her throat was dry, and she couldn't muster any words to say.

"And then it got to be too much, so I had to do something about it. In the bathroom on the plane, I touched myself, my fingers slipping in so easily and the first brush against my clit sent me flying. But I wasn't thinking about fucking you Calliope, no… do you know what I was thinking about?"

Callie had no idea, but she wanted to find out. And since words still weren't coming to her, she just used her grip on the cock and pressed it down harder into Arizona, the action causing a guttural moan to leave Arizona's lips as she came with a wild thrust of her hips. The car slowed of its own volition, or maybe Callie was distracted and let up the gas, she wasn't entirely sure.

A minute later, Arizona's hands were on hers again, and she pulled Callie's away from her centre, gripping tightly.

"I was thinking about you fucking me again." Was all Arizona said, and this time Callie knew that the car slowed because she let up the gas pedal.

With that image in her head, and her dripping and drenched core, she knew that she'd have to let her wife know about her plan.

"I also have a surprise," and luckily she was just about at the exit that would take them to their neighbourhood, still only a few minutes away from Meredith's house.

"Hmmm," Callie could tell that Arizona was in her post-coital haze, her eyes were closed and she was playing with Callie's fingers between hers, which were once again resting on the cock.

"We're going to Meredith's for dinner, and Teddy and James are bringing the boys." And she hated that she had planned this.

"Oh my god Callie, why didn't you say anything sooner?"

It was like a cold bucket of water was poured over both of them, and though it didn't do anything to douse the fire of arousal burning through her, Callie's head was a bit clearer even though her fingers were still pressing against the dildo between her wife's legs. Arizona was obviously in the same boat, the movement of her hips against the base starting again.

"Pull into the gas station there." Arizona demanded, her fingers lightly pulling Callie's away from her centre.

"Why?" Callie asked, confused, but still wet and wanting.

"I want to take this thing off before we get there." Callie could understand that. When she pulled into the parking lot, she watched as Arizona removed her panties from her purse, ripping a moan from Callie. Arizona grabbed Callie's purse and got out of the car. It was only a couple of minutes later that she returned, slipping back into the car with a small smile.

"I didn't say anything because… that was the hottest thing that has ever happened to me Arizona Robbins. I was mesmerized by you, by your words and your actions, and it was all I could do to keep us safe and on the road." She said honestly, reaching for Arizona's face and leaning forward to pull her into a kiss. "I love you, so damn much, Arizona."

"Mmm, sorry about that. The safety thing, I mean. Not that other stuff." Arizona whispered back, deepening the kiss again. "I love you too."

"Never apologize for that, never apologize for making yourself come." Before they got distracted again, and Callie could make the decision to make them bad mothers and not go see their children, she pulled back, her fingers still threaded through the sunshine that her wife disguised as hair. "I hope you'll still fuck me when we do get home."

"That I can promise you."

*8*

Dinner with their kids had gone well. They were all excited to see their Momma, and Callie was equally excited to see how the four older children lit up at seeing their Momma. Arizona was equally excited, after Callie helping her down to the floor, she and the boys rolled around and wrestled each other. The later, Sofia and Zola asked for help with some project or other they were working on, and Arizona cradled Lily fast asleep against her shoulder as she helped the older girls, the hand not holding Lily softly stroking Sofia's head as their oldest leaned into her momma.

Callie couldn't lie, the sight of her wife with their kids, it did things to her. Like… naughty… things. Oh sure, there was the full to bursting falling in love with the woman all over again, and the joy of seeing her be so free not just with her own kids, but Meredith's as well. Ellis still favoured Arizona over everyone but her own mother, even at 8, and Arizona hugged Zola just as tight as Sofia when the girls figures something out with just a little bit of prodding, and Bailey had joined the wrestling pile. That was there too.

But because of that little show in the car… the images of which, and the sounds, and the feelings, and just all of it, rolling around in her head… the naughty feelings were… overpowering.

And now they were in their room, their shirts and bras leaving a Hansel and Gretel trail from the front door to their bedroom, her pants were… somewhere, it's not important where, and her panties were halfway down her thighs when she felt it, Arizona finally pressing her crotch against Callie, and it was there, right under those jeans.

"When did you put it back on?" Callie asked with a groan, grinding her centre against Arizona's hip, moaning loudly as her breasts were squeezed roughly. A little more roughly than she normally liked, but if the way Arizona was acting… she was in for a rough night.

They had a safe word for a reason.

"Just before we left," Arizona husked right into her ear and Callie felt herself whimper.

Crap! What was their safe word, again?

"Oh god," Callie groaned again, as her wife's right hand reached down and practically ripped her panties off.

"Get on the bed Calliope." Arizona demanded, the swagger in her hips serving to further turn Callie on, the forceful push against her shoulders forcing her thighs against the bed, allowing her to drop down.

From her vantage point she watched as Arizona slowly undid the button and zipper on her jeans. She could practically hear each tooth pop free, the sound erotically magnified in the silence of the bedroom.

"On your stomach." Arizona demanded again. Callie could only obey.

It was only seconds later that Arizona was behind her on the bed, and Callie could feel the cold metal of her prosthetic leg against the inside of her knee. "Your leg?"

"I need the leverage." Callie felt the moan tear from her throat when Arizona's fingers slipped through her drenched folds.

Fingers still probing her wetness, making small and barely there passes at her clit had her reeling. Arizona was now pressed flat against her back, lips pressed against her ear as she whispered, "I'm gonna fuck you like this Calliope, are you ready? You feel ready. You're wet and you want me inside you don't you?" Callie could only hum and nod, her brain half anticipating what was about to happen and half trying to remember their safe word.

"What's," Callie groaned as the head of the dildo, still the medium one, so Arizona only half listen to her, but she was suddenly glad for that, rubbed against her entrance "oh god, Arizona," the head pushed in just a little, apparently Arizona didn't much care if she were ready, and Callie was okay with that, "what's the safe word?"

Calie groaned when the head slipped from her entrance, bemoaning the loss, "You forgot our safe word? Tsk tsk, Calliope," Arizona husked again, leaning away from her and pushing the head back in, Callie squirming backwards, wanting, no needing, Arizona to fuck her already.

"Oh shit, fuck me, damn," Callie felt herself exclaim as Arizona laid a hard slap to her ass.

"I'm gonna fuck you Calliope. Good and hard, and I'm not going to tease you like you teased me, do you remember?" Callie only nodded and screamed again when another slap was placed to her other ass cheek. "It's 'apples,' by the way," punctuated with another slap, but Callie couldn't scream anymore, all she could do was moan, loudly.

"Right," she finally mustered the courage to say, "apples."

"Are you saying it Calliope?" Arizona husked into her ear, the cock in her entrance withdrawing again.

"Not yet," Callie was begging now. Begging for Arizona to do what she's been threatening, what she's been promising to do for the last four hours.

"Good," and with that Callie was filled and stretched, and her eyes went white with the unexpected orgasam ripping through her, her chest burning with lack of oxygen and embarrassment.

But that hadn't stopped Arizona, her new sex monster of a wife, leaning over her, both arms braced on either side of her shoulders, the sound of skin slapping against skin was pounding into her mercilessly, another wave of pleasure building in Callie, stronger than the last unexpected one.

"Ari, oh god, fuck," But Arizona didn't stop or slow, and not that Callie wanted her to.

"Later, if you're able to, which I sincerely hope you are," Callie as astounded by how calm her wife sounded, like she wasn't even the slightest bit exerted by the relentless pace between her legs, "You're going to fuck me like this Calliope."

Callie groaned again, fisting the sheets in her hands to hold on as Arizona continued to thrust roughly into her. Her entire focus was on the way that Arizona was fucking her, she couldn't even conjure what Arizona had just said, her vision was darkening with her impending release, it was all she could hear and taste and feel as she lifted her ass to meet Arizona's thrusts.

"Did you hear me Calliope?" Another slap to her ass.

"Yes, fuck you, I will," she didn't honestly know if she was going to be able to.

"You'd better," and suddenly Callie was flying, the combination of the cock still moving inside her and a rough pinch to her clit sent her reeling, feeling safe and secure with Arizona's wrapped around her as she fell apart.

Long moments later, when she finally came back to herself, she was still on her stomach and Arizona was on her back beside her, her chest heavy and her skin sweat slicked, eyes darker than Callie had ever seen.

They lay like that for a long while, their eyes never leaving each other, it was only when Arizona's smile came out, the one with the dimples and so full of magic and love, that Callie felt infused with enough strength and energy to move again, slipping to cover her wife's body and capturing her lips in a soft and languid kiss, a complete one eighty from what just happened.

"You may have created a monster Calliope."