"It's a present."
"I know it's a present. It's just…it looks like clothes."
"Yep."
"You know I, uh, I don't generally let other people dress me. It's just, they always get it wrong. Like really, really wrong. And then I try it on and I can't zip it, or I look like a whore or a senior citizen and it's embarrassing for everyone involved."
"You haven't even seen it, Calliope."
"Is there a gift receipt?"
"Just open it! Sheesh!"
Sliding her finger along the seam, Callie split apart the tissue paper bundle and revealed the sweetheart bust of a cocktail dress, emerald satin and darted across the ribs, accented by an impossibly thin yellow patent belt. She ran her fingertips over the glossy fabric.
"Wow."
"I know, right?"
Pulling the dress from its wrappings, Callie studied its shape. This is where so many others, from relatives to college boyfriends, had gotten it wrong. From the belted waist, the dress flared slightly then pulled back in at the knees. It was tasteful, gorgeous even, but totally, totally hot. This could work.
Arizona smirked from her perch on the couch.
"I have to say, it was really fun shopping for an hourglass figure. I'm not so much with the—mmm" she fought to verbalize the words through the haze of Callie working her way from her mouth to her ear, "—the uh, curv….ah….the curves to die for."
"I like it."
"Is that what that means?"
"I like it a lot."
"You have to get undressed now. I mean, to try it on. Obviously."
"Mhm."
Callie disengaged with one last nip at Arizona's earlobe and stepped back. She found the hem of her t-shirt and whipped it off.
Arizona pulled another tissue paper package from behind the couch cushion. "Don't forget these." Callie's eyebrow quirked at the logo embossed on the paper.
"Oh really now? You went there."
"I did."
Not waiting for Callie to open the gift herself, Arizona freed the matching lingerie and stood to assist her girlfriend in the best possible way.
"I plan to go there often."
