A/N: I bet you guys never thought you'd see the sequel to Tchaikovsky, huh? I didn't either. But here it is! I will warn you this fic is purely smutty and fluffy. Like, go ahead and order a dental exam fluffy…with a side of some cold showers. Of course, I'm throwing in a bit of drama…but think of it as the kind of drama you'd see in a romantic comedy. I know you won't believe me when you read the beginning of this, but I'm serious about the smutty fluff, or maybe fluffy smut (smuff? flut?). Yes, I'm still writing The Governess, and yes, it will take longer for both to be updated, but it's the only way I've been able to write at the moment. Anyway, enough rambling. Enjoy!

Prokofiev Passion

With the familiar crunch of her heavily roisin-ed bow against her C string, Prokofiev's Sonata op. 119 and Callie's Viennese debut were off to a pitch-perfect start. Closing her eyes, she leaned into her beloved cello and reveled in the full sound reverberating off the ornate walls of the Vienna Musikverein.

Callie was only seconds away from becoming lost in her own performance when she heard the distinct percussive notes coming from the piano next to her. It wasn't that Karl Schumann was a bad pianist; in fact, he was descended from the Schumann, Robert Schumann, whose waltzes she fondly remembered listening to as a child. No, Karl Schumann was a brilliant player, a quick study, and a meticulous performer. He was easy to work with and anticipated her every move. He was, in essence, the perfect duet partner. Together, they got by. Together, they sold seats and they satisfied the audience with their pleasant rendition.

But his precise strokes did not mirror her own impassioned ones. While Callie caressed her instrument with gentle strokes, he simply hammered his notes out at the perfect tempo and the perfect dynamic. When she glanced to her side, she saw him sitting upright with perfect posture, only his fingers and hands moving. The striking of his keys created a harsh friction with her languid brushes.

As they played, Callie could have continued to list her numerous grievances with the esteemed Karl Schumann, but it was pointless. She had to admit that her disappointment with his performance did not stem from anything he was doing. It was that he wasn't playing violin, he didn't have stunning blonde hair and crystalline blue eyes, and he wasn't wearing a dress that would make Callie want to forgo the whole performance and find out what, if anything, was beneath it.

Yes, Callie mused as the first movement came to a close, his one true flaw is that he isn't Arizona.

6 months earlier

"Calliope!" Arizona called in a sing-songy voice.

"In the kitchen!" came Callie's response.

Literally bouncing into the kitchen, Arizona hopped up on a bar stool and breathed deeply, reveling in the abundant flavors that assaulted her nose.

"What are you cooking? It smells divine," she moaned.

"Ox tail," Callie responded. When Arizona scrunched up her nose, she laughed. "It's from a cow. Don't worry, you'll love it."

"If it tastes half as good as it smells, I'm sure I will," Arizona said, smiling at Callie and enjoying the way she flitted around their kitchen. Callie was amazingly suited to domestic life. Arizona never asked it of her, of course, but Callie would often be home earlier than Arizona and have dinner simmering on the stove. Arizona loved nothing more than coming home after an arduous rehearsal to an apartment full of delicious aromas and an equally delicious girlfriend. She loved being able to stow her violin in its rightful place before joining Callie at the dinner table, the brunette rattling off stories about her adorable students. She would give her right hand (and thus rendering herself unable to play violin) to have nights like that for the rest of her life, maybe even nights that included their own children's adorable stories.

Arizona was shaken from her reverie by hands being waved and clapped in her face. The blonde snapped her head to look in Callie's direction.

"There's my beautiful girlfriend," Callie smirked. "I was just trying to ask you what you were so excited about a few minutes ago."

"Oh!" Arizona exclaimed, excitement once more overtaking her. "Guess who I was on the phone with just now!"

"The Pope?" Callie suggested unhelpfully.

Arizona snarled playfully. "Yep, and he gave us his blessing to be a sinfully Sapphic couple."

"You're a dork," Callie teased. "Who was on the phone?"

"Maestro Gallo!"

"Really? Wow, I haven't thought about him in a while. How is he?" Though Gallo was known for making performers' lives living hell, both Callie and Arizona had a very soft spot for him in their hearts. After all, if it weren't for him, they might never have gotten together, something for which Gallo takes credit at every opportunity.

"He's doing well. Still driving orchestras around the world crazy."

"What is he up to now?"

"Well, that's why he called."

"Arizona…" Callie started, knowing where this conversation was heading. Callie was finished with performing. She loved the music and watching Arizona play, but she couldn't stand the drama and the pressure of performing anymore. She loved her job now and she loved her students. Even Gallo (with Arizona's help) couldn't persuade her to come back.

"I know, I know. Just hear me out. He's preparing for a European tour that would hit all of the major cities in Europe. We'd be the stars of the show and travel with him and we'd play with a different orchestra at each stop."

"That sounds difficult to orchestrate," Callie started and then groaned. "Pun definitely not intended."

Arizona giggled. "Come on, it would be fun! Who the hell else will be able to say that they played with basically all of the most prestigious orchestras in Europe? We're talking LSO, Vienna Philharmonic, Berlin Philharmonic, Milan Symphony Orchestra…"

"I get it! You don't need to list all of them. It sounds interesting. I just didn't think I would ever perform again. And I have a job here. And I'm so out of practice!" Callie's voice began to climb as she thought about how difficult this would be to pull off.

Arizona jumped off the bar stool and rounded the counter, so that she could physically pull Callie out of her panic.

"I didn't tell him we would do it. I just said we'd think about it. If you don't want to, I understand." Try as she might, she couldn't keep the disappointment from seeping into her tone, something which did not go unnoticed to Callie. "I don't have to do it, or I could do it with someone else…" she suggested.

"No. You aren't doing it with someone else," Callie said immediately.

"Jealous?"

"No. Not jealous. We're just magical together. No one else could compare."

"We are magical together. So does that mean you're saying yes?"

"I'm saying I'm thinking about it. When would it be?"

"This summer, so over your break from school. Oh, Callie, it could be so fun! We've never taken a real trip together, and the schedule is quite light, so we'd have time to explore and be alone. It could be like…like a honeymoon!" Arizona rambled, not even realizing what she was spewing out.

"Ho-honeymoon? Did you just propose to me?"

"What? No! I mean, not that I wouldn't want to – I don't mean – and I've been thinking about it, but you're…" Arizona, now flustered, tripped over her words, until she stopped, took a deep breath, and looked Callie straight in the eyes. "You deserve a better proposal than that non-proposal that just happened."

"But…you want to propose to me?" Callie asked softly. They'd both admittedly been thinking about taking the next big step in their relationship, but things kept coming up, and neither did anything about it. Callie had also seen the ring that Arizona thought she was hiding so carefully in the bottom of her underwear drawer. She hadn't meant to snoop, but the back of her hand had grazed over the velvety box one day when she was putting away laundry, and she couldn't just not look.

"Well, yeah, but this isn't the time, and now it's ruined. So you have to pretend this conversation never happened. Okay?"

"Okay," Callie grinned, placing a chaste kiss on Arizona's lips. "I'm saying yes, by the way."

"Y-yes? To-to what?" Arizona stuttered.

"To performing with you and Gallo in Europe this summer, silly! What else would I say yes to?"

"Oh." Arizona exhaled. "Thank god."

Callie leaned in and placed a few gentle kisses along Arizona's jaw. When she reached her ear, Callie murmured, "But if you were to propose to me, I'd say yes to that, too."

A/N2: Here is the piece. And bonus! This time, I found a pretty brunette playing with a pretty blonde. Imagine the blonde is playing a violin adaptation. Though of course, in this chapter, Callie is playing it with Karl, who is on piano. Take out the spaces before and after youtube: http:/www. youtube .com/watch?v=7J8h_d5JdUg