Arizona and Callie had taken the weekend off to start packing up Arizona's apartment. Once the lease was up, the blonde was officially moving in with Cal and Christina. The plan was to move her clothes and necessities in, put the furniture into storage, and throw out anything else. Eventually, when the time was right, Arizona and Callie would get a place of their own.
Boxes upon boxes were being packed. The couple would strip away one layer of belongs only to find three more. Hours had already been spent packing and it seemed that several more would be needed to complete the job.
"When did you get all of this stuff, Arizona?" Callie asked with annoyance present in her voice.
"It all came with me when I moved in," Arizona said as she studied a few trinkets in her hands, "I think."
Callie shook her head and continued to pack the living room, focusing mainly on the bookshelf. She glanced at all of the titles, trying to get an idea of what the blonde enjoyed reading; she hoped to have an office-library in their home one day.
Mostly medical books filled the shelves with an occasional volume on the Iraqi war. However, an oddity in the collection caught the woman's attention. A giggle escaped from her as she picked the large, yellow box.
"Rosetta Stone, Espanol?" Callie laughed, revealing the front of the box to Arizona, "Seriously?"
Arizona's cheeks reddened. She went out and bought the set after Calliope's dad came into town for the first time. It was borderline terrifying to sit in the on-call room while her girlfriend paced the back and forth speaking fluent Spanish; very angry, fluent Spanish. She had to call in Mark Sloan to get her to stop. Arizona frowned at the memory.
"I wanted to help you through your next Spanish attack," Arizona pouted, averting her gaze. Callie couldn't help but adore the way Arizona looked at that moment.
"Awe baby," The Latina cooed, setting the box down on the coffee table, "If you wanted to learn Spanish, all you had to do was ask."
A mischievous grin spread across Callie's face as she walked behind Arizona, wrapping her arms around her waist, "I'll teach you."Cal tightened her hold on Arizona, pressing her chest against the blonde's back.
"Neck," Callie whispered into her lover's ear as she leaned down to drop a kiss on the back of Arizona's collar, "Cuello."
Callie accent was thick and sultry. A shiver ran down Arizona's back as Cal returned to kissing her neckline. Arizona leaned into the brunette, a grin forming on the blonde's lips, "I didn't know private lessons were an option."
"Private lessons are always an option," Calliope returned with a husky voice.
Callie turned Arizona around, placing a firm kiss on the corner of her mouth.
"Lips, labios," Callie said as she pulled away from the kiss.
Arizona leaned forward, reinstating the interaction. Callie teased the blonde briefly, nipping at Arizona's bottom lip before mending it with a slip of her tongue.
The Latina began to move her hands up Arizona's sides, slowly inching up the dark, gray tank top, "Shirt," Callie pulled the material off, tossing it to the couch, "Camiseta."
Arizona's eyes fluttered shut as Callie began to leave opened-mouth kisses down the blonde's front, passing her white laced bra and stopping just above her pants, "Stomach," she placed another kiss, "Estómago."
A moan escaped Arizona's lips. Callie began unbuttoning Arizona's jeans, the sound of the zipper antagonizingly slow.
"How do you say bedroom?" The blonde asked, her voice heavy.
"Dormitorio," Cal answered, a grin spreading across her face.
"Alright," Arizona reached down and grabbed Callie's hands, pulling her to her feet, "Dormitorio. Now."