It was just getting light. Birds sang outside the open window of the apartment and sunshine peeked around the edges of the venetian blinds. Arizona stared up at the ceiling, listening to the even rhythm of Callie's breathing.
Sighing, she rolled over onto her side, so that she was facing Callie's back. "Cals?" she whispered softly. Inhaling the coconut scent of her hair, she leaned her head on her hand. "Ca-a-a-a-als… Callie?"
Callie groaned sleepily. "Mmf. S'early. Sleeeeeep," she mimicked, burying her head in the pillow.
Arizona twisted her mouth in a frown. "Love you too," she retorted.
An hour later, Arizona slipped back into the apartment. Laying a paper bag on the kitchen table, she unlaced her running shoes and tiptoed to the bathroom.
Callie awoke to the smell of fresh croissants and the faint sound of running water in the shower. She smiled lazily to herself before wrapping herself in the duvet and heading to the kitchen. Brewing coffee, she noticed a note pinned to the fridge by a flower magnet: "Gone running. Might get breakfast if you're lucky. Who am I kidding, you'll still be in bed when I get back. Love you, xxx".
"The cheek," she raised an eyebrow before giggling to herself.
Just then, Arizona emerged from the bathroom in a cloud of floral scent. Her vest top and denim shorts made her look younger than her age. Her wet hair was kept off her face by a dark blue alice band. Seeing that Callie was up, her cheeks dimpled in an easy smile. "Hey, baby," she said happily.
Callie padded over to kiss her on the lips. "Hey," she breathed, feeling Arizona's smile against her lips. "You got breakfast."
"I did," Arizona confirmed.
"And you went running," she continued, trailing her hands over Arizona's body to her hips.
"I did…" Arizona agreed, giggling.
"Did I ever tell you I like fit girls?" Callie grinned mischieviously, dragging the giggling Arizona by the hand into the bedroom and pushing her onto the bed.
Breakfast was cold. Arizona grinned to herself as she reset the microwave, listening to Callie singing in the shower. She didn't know the song. Slipping some flip-flops on, she remade the bed, retrieving the duvet from where it lay abandoned on the floor. Picking up the book on the bedside table, she flicked idly through its' pages.
The microwave pinged. Skipping to the kitchen, she placed the croissants onto plates and walked carefully to the bathroom, from which the sound of running water could still be heard. Pushing the door open with her foot, Arizona slipped inside.
"Cal, you're breakfast's getting cold. Again," she teased, sitting back against the door.
Callie poked her head out of the shower. "Gimme," she demanded. Arizona tore a piece off and got to her feet. "Gotta kiss me first," she poutet flirtatiously.
Callie raised her eyebrows. "That right?" she challenged, leaning in for a kiss. "I missed you, baby," she whispered in the moment before their lips touched.