Tomorrow is Valentine's Day and Callie Torres wants nothing more than to make it a perfect day for her wife. Last year was mind blowing sex in Derek's trailer, this year is going to be a night of spoiling Arizona Robbins and showing her how crazy in love with her she is.
Since their talk in the hotel room during Miranda's wedding they have made lots of progress and it finally feels like they're back to the happy, in love couple they were before the plane crash. There have been plenty of make out sessions which have resulted in lots of touching and grinding but lacking the loss of clothing. They're taking it slow, which Callie has been more than willing to do, but when Arizona Robbins is moaning into your mouth as you suck on her lip and run your hands under her shirt, taking it slow becomes increasingly difficult.
So as for Valentine's Day, sex is not on the agenda. Callie doesn't want to plan it, get her hopes up and then feel like she's pushing Arizona into something she isn't ready for, so a romantic night out with yummy food and a beautiful woman on her arm is all that's needed.
Callie's POV
The love of my life is currently curled up in my arms fast asleep as I lay here worrying about the next day. I have everything planned but I can't help but feel like something's going to go wrong. We're going to end up getting paged into work because of some massive accident or Arizona isn't going to feel like going out. No, I can't think like that, it's going to go great and everything's going to be perfect. All of a sudden the alarm starts to go off and I whip my arm backwards to shut it off before it awakes the adorable sleeping woman currently residing in my arms. Valentine's Day morning, time to set the plan in motion.
I gently slide my arm out from underneath Arizona, throw on my robe and leave the bedroom to make my way to the kitchen to start task one, breakfast in bed. I get out the ingredients for pancakes and begin making the mixture.
Arizona's POV
As I start to wake I become aware that I am very much alone in bed. I had recently become accustomed to having Callie's arms wrapped around me in the morning but today the loss of my wife's body pressed against my back was very much missed. I roll over and see that it's 7:00, an hour until work so that's plenty of time to lounge around in bed a little longer and hopefully soon have her wife join her. As I laid there I heard movement coming from the kitchen which was soon followed by singing. I feel myself grin as the beautiful sound fills my ears and I move up to go and find the culprit. I grab my prosthetic leg from the side of the bed, slip it into the socket, get up off the bed and leave the bedroom to find Calliope.
Once entering the kitchen I am immediately greeted with the delicious image of my wife dancing around, singing with her robe loosely done up and very little underneath. Sex is something that recently hasn't left my mind. Callie is stunning, she's absolutely gorgeous and my god is she sexy. Take now for instance, I want nothing more than to walk up behind her, take off that robe, have her jump up onto the counter and eat her till she's screaming. I want her, I really do, but I'm scared and that feeling unfortunately hasn't gone away. I want to make love to her, I want to make her feel incredible and show her how loved she is but what if I can't do that anymore. What if I'm not good enough or things are awkward and uncomfortable. I don't want to disappoint her, I want her to think of me as her hot, sexy wife.. not a big pile of unsexy awkwardness.
After watching her a little longer I walk up behind her, wrap my arms around her waist and gently trail kisses up her neck to whisper in her ear, "Morning beautiful." She turns around in my embrace so now our lips are only centimetres apart, she smiles at me, leans forward and gives me a soft kiss on the lips.
"Hey babe! You weren't meant to wake up y'know, I wanted to give you breakfast in bed." I let my gaze wander down to her lips, then further down to her almost completely open robe and the tiny shorts and tee which are underneath. I lick my lips as my eyes stay fixed on her perfect breasts and occasionally travel down and back up her wonderfully golden legs. Once my eyes move back up to her face I see her smirking at me, her eyes slightly darker and her bottom lip being pulled between her teeth. Damn she's hot, so hot. It's been too long since I've tasted her, felt her walls wrapped tight around my fingers as she moans out my name. I need her. I need her soon. Tonight.