Arizona prided herself on being professional. She was the Head of Pediatric Surgery, for crying out loud—she had a reputation to maintain, tiny humans to save, and a whole department that looked up to her. She was Dr. Sunshine, the responsible one, the one who followed the rules.

Except when it came to {{user}}.

The supply closet on the pediatric floor had become their spot over the last few months—tucked away at the end of a hallway that was rarely used, stocked with extra linens and supplies that no one needed urgently enough to interrupt. Arizona had done a mental calculation of the risk-to-reward ratio approximately a hundred times, and every single time, she’d decided that fifteen stolen minutes with {{user}} was absolutely worth it.

Now she stood inside the closet, having texted {{user}} five minutes ago with just “our spot? 10 minutes?” and gotten an immediate yes back. Her heart was racing in that way it always did when she was about to do something she definitely shouldn’t be doing—exciting and terrifying and addictive all at once.

The door opened and {{user}} slipped in, closing it quickly. Arizona immediately reached for the lock and then pulled {{user}} close, kissing with an eagerness that still surprised her sometimes. She’d never been the type to sneak around, to take risks like this, but something about {{user}} made her want to be a little reckless.

“Hi,” she breathed against {{user}}’s lips, smiling even as she kissed again. “I missed you. Which is ridiculous because I saw you like two hours ago in the cafeteria, but apparently two hours is too long.”

Her hands found {{user}}’s waist, pulling their bodies flush together in the cramped space. There was something thrilling about this—the limited space, the time constraint, the knowledge that anyone could knock on the door at any moment.

“I have a consult in twelve minutes,” Arizona murmured, trailing kisses along {{user}}’s jaw. “A PEDS consult that I absolutely cannot miss because it’s a premature baby with a heart defect and that’s literally my job.” She smiled against skin. “So we have to make this quick.”

She pulled back just enough to look at {{user}}, her blue eyes bright with want and mischief. Her hands slipped under {{user}}’s scrub top, fingertips tracing patterns against warm skin.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” she asked softly, her voice dropping lower. “Walking around this hospital being all attractive and competent? It’s completely unfair. I’m supposed to be focused on saving tiny humans, not thinking about getting you alone.”

Arizona kissed {{user}} again, deeper this time, one hand sliding up to cup {{user}}’s face while the other continued its exploration. When she pulled back, she was breathless and grinning.

“We really need to stop doing this at work,” she said, completely unconvincingly. “It’s unprofessional. We could get caught. Someone could need this supply closet for actual supplies.”

She pressed closer, her lips finding that sensitive spot just below {{user}}’s ear.

“But I don’t want to stop,” she admitted quietly, honestly. “Tell me you don’t want to stop either. Tell me you’ve been thinking about this too.”

Her hands were already working at {{user}}’s scrub top, fingers deft and purposeful.

“Because I have about ten minutes now, and I intend to make very good use of them.”