"This doesn't have to be awkward you know," Leah says to me with a smirk on her face, while sitting on the bar stool next to me. I chortle; seriously, she thinks we can be anything but awkward? I doubt it.

"Murphy-," I start, wanting to explain why everything about her flirting with me is so utterly wrong. She interrupts me.

"No, Dr. Robbins, Arizona…" Leah pauses her own words and looks down briefly. "Arizona… I like how it sounds to say your first name." She looks back up at me. "Is it okay if I call you that?"

"I-" My mouth opens and then closes. I have no response. This whole conversation is throwing me off.

"Look, Arizona, you just said you think I'm pretty. And, I think you're pretty too. Well, gorgeous actually. Hot. Really, really hot. Okay, truth be told…" Leah's rambling slows and she looks me dead in the eye while I feel her left hand land on my knee. "You're sexy. Unbelievably, without a single doubt in my mind, the most beautiful woman I've ever laid my eyes on."

At this moment, Leah moves in closer to me, inching her bar stool as close to mine as it can get. We're both quiet for a moment, simply letting her compliments hang in the air. I feel flattered… and yet, I still don't know what to say.

"Arizona, you're an Attending. I don't want to cross a line, unless you want to cross it too." I feel her hand move subtly up my leg, and I start to feel my body heat up. My cheeks are turning rather red, which surprises me. My body is betraying my mind. I'm not into Murphy, at least, not more than I'm into any woman. She's an intern. She's young, inexperienced… and normally, she wouldn't be my type. But then again, since Lauren, my type seems to have changed. I seem to have changed.

"I know you probably think this is wrong on some level, that I'm inexperienced or naïve, that I have no idea what I want or what I'm doing," Leah says softly, still not breaking eye contact with me. "But I have more experience than you'd think…" Her voice lowers. "I'm sure I could surprise you with a few of the things I know." In this second, she winks at me. And, shit, my stomach actually flips. I am attracted to this woman. Who'd have thought? Finally, I speak up, voicing my concerns about where Leah wants this thing between us to go.

"To be honest," I start, feeling my voice crack. I swallow and continue. "I'm not in a good place in my life right now. I mean, you just heard my wife kick me out of my apartment. I'm in no position to start up a new relationship. I don't even know if I want a relationship ever again, let alone right now, when everything in my life is still up in the air." I instinctively rest my hand on top of Leah's, in what I mean to be a comforting gesture. "I'm sorry, but I can't pursue a relationship with you right now Murphy."

When I feel Leah slide her hand a little higher up my thigh completely unexpectedly, my eyes flutter briefly and I don't notice myself gasp. But, Leah must notice it, because when I finally open my eyes again, I see her grinning at me.

"Maybe you don't want a relationship, but you do want something…" Leah has leaned in close to me, and is only a few inches from my face. I can feel the heat radiating from her body. I kind of hate that I enjoy how close she is.

"I don't think-" Once again, she interrupts me.

"I do. I do think you want this, or you want something simple. I'm not asking for a relationship, or love, or complicated emotions." Although Leah's hand is still occasionally moving higher and higher up my thigh, she takes a moment to look at me with a serious expression. "Like I said, this doesn't have to be awkward. It can be easy, and fun. That is, if you want?"

I finally allow my eyes to travel over the expanse of Murphy's face, her eyes, her cheeks, her supple-looking lips, and I find my eyes travelling down. I admire her curves, and I actually find myself wondering exactly what she looks like under her clothes. Can it really be this simple, becoming involved with a younger woman, a woman far beneath me in station at the hospital, who knows about my prosthetic leg, who knows about my cheating past, and who just watched my wife kick me out of our apartment? Correction, her apartment. I don't know if it can be simple, but damn, do I crave simplicity in exactly this moment.

I notice Leah looking at me, almost innocently, and appearing slightly vulnerable. She's waiting for me to answer her, to respond to her question. I break our gaze and look briefly around the bar. It's becoming more crowded, but I don't see anyone looking at us, so I take advantage of the momentary lapse in attention from others. Although we're in a crowded place, I quickly grasp Leah's hand a little tighter, and I swiftly slide it all the way up my thigh, as high as it can go in a public place. This time, it's Murphy who gasps softly into the air. In moving her hand higher up my leg, I've pulled her very close to me. Our faces are inches apart. I look down at her lips, and I subconsciously lick mine in anticipation of learning just how soft her mouth is.

"Easy and fun, I want that. No complications. You up for it?" I whisper, noticing the slight husk in my voice. Leah looks down at my lips, and I know she's up for it.

"Hell yes," she says, and very quickly, with no hesitation, she slams our mouths together. In one second, Leah has her spare hand on my other thigh, my inner thigh. It's indecent really, how intimate we currently are, her fingers gripping me tightly, her lips pressing against mine. Before I can ask for invitation into Leah's mouth, I feel her tongue tracing my lips, asking for invitation into mine. I grant it readily. When her tongue pushes roughly against mine, I practically swoon. Damn, control and possessiveness in a young, confident woman? It's hot.

I can't believe how much I'm enjoying this. Leah's body is close to mine; her hands are intermittently gripping and then caressing my inner thighs. I can feel moisture gathering so very near to her surgical hands. The thought makes me nervous, and excited. What will she think when she feels how wet I am? The idea of this attractive young blonde soon learning how wet I am for her, soon actually coming into contact with where I'm craving contact the most… makes me moan against her hot, delicious mouth.

At this point, my right hand is covering her left, and in one fast moment, I find my other hand sliding along Leah's slender, smooth neck. I grab her a little more rough than I planned, and push her harder against me. She doesn't seem to mind though, judging from the groan I both hear and feel her emit. She's into this as much as I am, and when I feel her teeth graze my bottom lip, and then softly bite down, I literally buck my hips forward. This causes Leah's thumbs, from each hand, to accidentally hit me in the hottest part of my body. My nails dig into her neck, I moan much louder than I'd like to admit, and my mouth breaks away from hers.

"Shit!" I whisper hoarsely, not losing contact with any other part of Leah's body, I force my eyes to focus, to look at her expression. Her cheeks are red too, like mine. Her lips are parted, her eyes are hooded, and her wavy blonde locks are cascading around her cheeks in the sexiest way. I don't fail to notice that the young woman's thumbs are still where I left them, pressing seductively against me. With our eyes locked on one another, she pushes lightly, and the pressure sends a spiral of tingles down my whole body. My head falls back slightly, and Leah takes advantage of the new position. I sense her mouth against my neck, and then I feel the tip of her tongue touch my heated skin. My eyes close tightly, and I savor the feeling of her tongue sliding quickly up to my ear, where she just as quickly stops the movement. I find myself disappointed, craving the sensation of her moist tongue on my neck once more. And then, I hear her whispering erotically, her hot breath hitting me in the most sensual way.

"Come home with me."

Leah puts more pressure on me again with her thumbs, telling me exactly what she wants to do to me once we're back at her place. Images quickly flash behind my eyelids. I see us, against her apartment door, against the wall, on her couch, in her kitchen, on her bedroom floor… something tells me this woman is stirring a desire in me that could make me want her so badly, so intensely, that I wouldn't be able to make it to her bed. I envision Leah's hands all over me, making me cry out into the air. And then, I picture the opposite: taking complete control of her. I picture her hands pinned above her head, my fingers thrusting into her in a way that she can only dream about. Suddenly, I feel an immense amount of moisture pool between my legs. Just the thought of all the things we can do together is turning me on incredibly fast.

I quickly stand from the bar stool, which causes Leah's slim body to press intimately against mine. I grab some money from my purse, place it on the bar, and slide my hand into hers. I gesture to the door.

"Lead the way."