She wants to prove to me that she has experience. She wants to prove that age is nothing but a number, that experience can come in many forms. So as soon as we enter her bedroom, she shocks me entirely. She grabs my ass, slips her hands down, and lifts me on top of the dresser beside the still-open door. Damn, how did she do that? More importantly, how did she manage to slide my hands behind my own waist, and then tie them with a piece of cloth? How did I not feel what she was doing, see what she was doing? What did she use to tie my hands with? A scarf, a shirt? I didn't even notice one nearby. But then again, she just surprised me by gripping my ass in such a delicious way, and moving her body so tightly against mine that my mind wasn't able to think clearly. Maybe I was wrong- maybe Murphy is a badass.

My dress is still sitting on my body, but the zip is undone. All Leah needs to do now is slide her soft fingers under the material at my shoulders and pull it down. I feel her doing just that, and I lean my head back to look at her. Her hair is disheveled, but in a good way. She's concentrating intently on what her hands are doing, grazing my shoulders, touching my skin intimately. I feel goose bumps erupt across my arms as she oh so slowly drags the red dress down my shoulders, to rest at my now tied wrists. You'd think that I might feel vulnerable, with my body exposed, my hands tied behind me, and the knowledge that if I hop down from the dresser, my prosthetic may not hold me up. But, I don't. I feel excited, turned on.

Leah catches my gaze, sends a wink my way, and brings our lips together in a tantalizing, sensual, heated kiss. Her tongue grazes my teeth, searches for my tongue, explores my mouth. I return each of her movements and I quickly latch my teeth onto her bottom lip. I bite down, showing her that yes, I may be tied, I may be trapped, but I'm still a bit of a control freak, and I don't intend on hiding that.

She moans against me, and her hands move down to my currently bare waist. The fabric of my dress is stuck just below her hands, but I know Leah can pretty much reach any area of my body that she wants to. I'm at her will.

Is it bad that I'm enjoying this?

Leah kisses down my throat and makes her way to my bra-covered breasts. She deftly reaches around my body and unclasps the hooks. With my hands tied, she can only brings the material so far away from my breasts. It can't be removed, at least not right now.

When I feel my breasts fall slightly, and the cool air of the room hit my newly sensitive nipples, and I find myself sighing out loud. When I look at Leah, she's no longer looking into my eyes. Instead, she's devouring my breasts with her stare. She looks at them for a little longer than I would have expected, but I don't mind. I can see her eyes turning a little darker, showing her ever-increasing arousal. It isn't long before her mouth comes crashing down onto my breasts, gripping my nipples in between her lips, her teeth marking me on every available piece of flesh. Her hands join in, grabbing me, smothering me. The heat of Leah's palms, her long fingers against me, feels… like it's not enough. I want more, so much more.

"God Murphy, I need more from you," I rasp. She quickly stops what she's doing and looks up at me.

"Don't call me Murphy. Right now, I'm not your subordinate." Leah moves up once more, allowing her lips to almost touch my ear. "Arizona, I'm about to fuck you."

The moan that rips from my lips cannot be repressed. I love that this woman knows what she wants, and has no qualms with voicing it. With her moist lips and hot breath hitting me, she continues her little speech.

"I know you want that… for me to be so deep inside you." I close my eyes.

"Shit." My voice is hoarse, and I tilt my head to the side, causing Leah's lips to come into contact with me. She leans into me and our heads press together, side to side.

"You do want that, don't you?" Again, this intern is surprising the hell out of me. She likes dirty talk. I wouldn't have pictured that.

"Yes," I whisper.

"Then," she slides the very tip of her tongue along the outside of my ear. "Don't call me Murphy, not here."

"Fine," I say. She doesn't respond. In fact, she doesn't even move for what seems like forever. Finally, I turn my head and look at her, raising my eyebrow in question. Her expression is similar, eyebrows also raised.

"Well?" She questions.

"Well what?" I say, confused, unsure of what she's waiting for. I'm hot and bothered, and she's leaving me hanging. And then, with a determined, almost dominant expression, she inches her face just a little closer to me and whispers fiercely, without blinking.

"What are you going to call me?"

Damn. The amount of moisture that floods from within me is bound to make me extremely uncomfortable very soon. It doesn't matter though, because the look on the blonde's face is pure lust. And I no doubt mirror it back. I have to admit, this woman is rather undeniable.

I lick my lips and force myself to answer.

"Leah."

The way I say it though, it's not just a word or a name, it's like sex on a stick. I want her to hear me say it, the way I want her to. Her name falls over my lips in a way that tells her that I'm at her mercy, and I'm loving it. The sound of me half sighing, half moaning Leah's name into the air suddenly flips a switch for the woman in front of me, and she very harshly grabs my hips and pulls me to the end of the dresser. My legs wrap around her waist without conscious thought, and I don't even register the fact that my left leg isn't made of flesh and bone. Murphy doesn't notice either. No, Leah doesn't notice.

I grind against her, and she pulls me as hard against her body as she can. She switches between my hips and my ass, and I can feel sharp nails scrape against my skin. I love it, as evidenced by my loud groan, but it's still not enough. I wasn't kidding before, I need more from her, and soon.

"Leah, please," I start, my hands now twisting behind my own body, desperate to give myself relief from the painfully pleasant pulsing in between my legs. "Touch me."

"I am touching you," she whispers back to me, her lips moving everywhere on my neck and my chest. Her response isn't what I want to hear, so I grind against her again, and the friction of my panties and my dress feels amazing against my throbbing clit. I grind again, and again, and then Leah pushes me back a few inches, causing my legs to fall away from her hips.

"Ugh!" I cry out in frustration. I start to scooch forward, and Leah pushes me back again.

"No, I don't want you to come yet." Her expression is slightly devilish. I have to admit, it looks good on her.

I close my eyes, take a deep breath, and try to calm myself. Evidently, Leah wants to do this a certain way. I just need to figure out exactly what way she's craving.

"What do you want me to do?" I ask, quietly.

"What do I want you to do? No, that's not right. The question is what do you want me to do, hmm?" Leah slides me forward again, but doesn't allow us to touch quite as much as we were before.

"What do you mean?" I question her, still unsure of where this is going. I feel Leah slide her right hand from my hip, up my side, past my breast, and then glide along my neck. She rests her hand half on my neck and half on my jaw, with her thumb landing on my bottom lip. She leans in to me, and I feel her other hand rest on my still bound hands.

"Show me what you want me to do to you."

I tilt my head a little, wondering how she wants me to show her when my hands are tied and I'm trapped in this particular position.

"How?"

Then, Leah very slowly moves her eyes down to my mouth, where her thumb is still resting. She inches her thumb just a fraction higher, and I finally get it. She really does want me to show her. This gives me something to work with.

"Untie me," I say confidently, leaving no room for discussion.

Apparently, Leah likes this idea, because she smirks at me before doing as I say. When I feel my hands loosened, I quickly bring them forward, discard my bra, and wrap them around her right wrist. I could touch her body, or shit, I could touch mine, but now I don't want to. Instead, I want to grip Leah's hand tightly, show her my strength, and then show her that I can match her dirty talk, her dominance, her longing – I can match it all step for step.

I proudly bring Leah's thumb to the edge of my mouth and I part my lips. I keep my eyes on hers, intently, while I touch her skin with my tongue. I touch the tip of her thumb, and then I touch the bottom of it. I'm extremely slow as I move my tongue to the left side, and then the right. And when I, at last, cover the end of the blonde's thumb with my mouth, she grips my neck tightly. I feel her left hand slide inside my dress and land on my stomach. The fingers of her left hand aren't quite where I want them, but they're close.

I continue my assault on Leah's digit, never once looking away from her desire-filled eyes. I bring her thumb farther into my mouth, swirling my tongue all around it. When my teeth gently make contact along with my tongue, I feel her left hand slide down, down, and finally skim along my very wet center. My eyes close, I squeeze her wrist extremely hard, and I buck my hips forward. Leah doesn't move her fingers though, not like I want her to. I thrust my lower body forward again, in the vain hope that I can get some sort of pressure. I don't. I open my eyes again and look at the woman in front of me.

"Show me, Arizona." Leah says, sternly. "I'll do what you do."

My eyelids droop at exactly what she wants me to do. This woman does have some kink. I like it. And so, I do what she wants, what I want.

Quickly, harshly, I suck Leah's entire thumb into my mouth. I suddenly feel Leah push her left thumb inside me. I grunt against her finger. Yes, this is what I want. I start to pull her thumb out of my mouth, and then push it roughly back in. She matches my movements in between my thighs. The faster I go with her right hand, the faster she goes with her left. I need so much more though, so I pull her thumb away from my lips and use my hands to shove her fore and middle finger deep into my mouth. She doesn't hesitate in mirroring my actions. My hips start bucking forward, as much as they can on a smooth wooden surface, and I unabashedly fuck my mouth with Leah's long fingers.

I feel her inside me, in both places, and it is so fucking hot. My nails dig into her wrist, and I suck as hard as I can on Leah's fingers. She thrusts into me, covered by my wetness, as hard as I thrust her fingers into my own mouth. I've never done this before, not quite like this. I've got ten years on this intern, and yet here she is, showing me an entirely new type of erotic manipulation.

I want to feel Leah's fingers hit that lovely spot inside me, so I adjust my hips, and turn my body just a little. And when I quickly jerk her right hand inside my mouth, I know that her left hand will match it and hit me exactly right. I'm not disappointed. Leah catches on by my throaty reaction, and makes sure to hit me there with each hard thrust.

When I start to feel the beginning of my orgasm approach, I know that I don't want to come quite like this. So when the tingling hits my stomach and my breath becomes short, I hastily pull Leah's hand away from my mouth. In the one second that it takes for me to switch from two fingers to three, I cry out a single request.

"Leah, my clit!"

And then, without waiting for a response, I suck her three fingers in between my lips. The gorgeous blonde mimics me, exactly as I knew she would. She pushes three fingers inside me, and her thumb grazes my clit. Every time I shove her one hand in my mouth, as deep as I can, her other hand does the same in between my thighs, never failing to simultaneously hit my clit. My legs clench around her, and soon, the walls around Leah's left hand are also clenching.

I don't slow down, and neither does she. With each force of Leah's fingers inside my mouth, my tongue sucks and swirls, tastes and savors. And with each plunge that she makes, my eyes become more and more difficult to keep open. Eventually, I can't fight the pressure of my eyelids anymore. The tingling sensation has spread from my stomach, down my legs, and every muscle in my body has started to tense. My eyes close, my stomach tightens, the muscles around Leah's left hand stiffen, my neck arches… and my orgasm hits me so damn hard. It's wave after wave of pleasure- intense, and longer than anticipated. I moan around Leah's fingers, and I can vaguely hear moans coming from her as well, simply from watching me.

When my orgasm subsides, and the extreme sensations dwindle, I realize my mouth is still filled with Leah's delicious fingers. I slowly, passionately, lick her digits one last time before pulling them away from my lips. Her hand, now moist with my saliva, lands on my chest. Although I should have expected it, I'm a little taken aback when she pulls her other fingers from within me. I gasp at the loss. She was copying me, after all.

"That," I hear Leah begin, as she moves in close to me. "Was so hot."

This causes me to laugh and look at her. Her hair is slightly more tousled now, which is funny, because I've hardly touched her during this entire experience.

"You think so?" I ask, straightening my body and starting to fully recover from the astounding orgasm she just gave me.

"Definitely."

I look at her for a moment, both of our faces covered in grins, and I kiss her. It's not heated or fast or rough. And yet, neither is it soft or tender. In a way, I kiss Leah in such a way as to tell her how grateful I am for the kind of evening she's giving me. She's giving me a truly straightforward, uncomplicated night of losing oneself in the sound, the taste, and the feel of someone kind, someone simple. Right now, without the knowledge of who Leah was before the hospital, or who she really is outside of this apartment, that's exactly what Leah is: simple.

I continue to kiss her, our lips touching gently, easily colliding together in contentedness. I still need to show this young woman exactly who's boss though, which could take quite some time. So I casually brace my hands on the dresser and jump down, causing our bodies to push together in a very pleasant way. I look her up and down, admire how good she looks naked, and decide that I want to feel her nakedness against mine. With this thought in mind, I grab my dress with both hands and rid my body of the practically offensive material. It's been on for far too long now.

I look around the room and briefly take in my surroundings. I see a desk and chair in the far corner. Many ideas come to mind of how I can overpower Leah on that chair. Because truly, I'm quite the control freak. And although Leah may be the simple one, I'm certainly anything but. Maybe, just maybe, it's time for me to show her that.