Moaning between kisses, Callie tried to speak, with little success. "Mmmm...honey...babe...just hold on...a sec...okay?" Pulling away slightly, Callie sighed. "We should stop."

"Wh-whyy?" Arizona whined in response, cross that Callie was interrupting her while she was so incredibly turned on. "If you're tired I have a sure-fire way of waking you up?"

While Callie would have wanted nothing more than to resume their earlier activity and do all the things she had been dreaming of to her ridiculously hot wife, Arizona came first, and there was no way she was rushing into anything.

Clueing in, better late than never, Arizona blinked in realisation. "You're worried about me."

"Well, yeah, I mean, I don't want to rush into anything with you. I don't want to push you."

"If this is because you're scared, then we can wait, but if you really are only worried about whether I'm okay with this, trust me, I am."

"I'm not scared, Arizona, I Love you. I always Have loved you. There's no room in my heart for scared."

"Then dear God, stop talking and come here." Pulling her wife in for a searing kiss, she felt Callie shiver against her. Taking that as a sign of great encouragement, she reached for the hem of her own shirt, shedding the extra clothing separating them. Feeling Callie thread her hands through her hair and move down to work on her neck, Arizona threw her head back and reached up for the strap of Callie's bra. There was no need for extra clothing at this point.

Feeling Arizona shed her of her bra, Callie slowed. The natural progression of things dictated that Arizona's pants were the next to go, and Callie worried that it would be too much too fast if she were to orchestrate that move. Instead, deciding to change things up a little, (because who's not up for a little change, right? Things were already pretty different) she slid her hand down Arizona's chest, loosened her belt and pushed her pants down ever-so-slightly, and... Paused. Rolling off Arizona and onto the bed next to her she let out a full bellied laugh. Arizona was wearing her 'sexy underwear;' the underwear Callie bought her last Valentine's Day, and Arizona Never wore that pair when it wasn't a special occasion. "Really, honey? When were you going to tell me this was secretly your plan for tonight?"

Blushing as she realised her wife was unabashedly laughing at her, she felt a bloom of embarrassed anger sitting in the pit of her chest. "For your information I was out of clean underwear. These were the only ones left."

"Honey, I know that's not true! You have a whole drawer of clean underwear! I know because I did all the washing this week to give you a break! Why are you lying."

"I...I, uh, I"

Softening at her wife's adorable blushing, she asked again "why? Why today?"

"I wear them as often as I can. There. Fine. I wear them just in case we get here and I feel ready. I want to be there for you, and when it's all theoretical and in my head I'm ready, an I want this, but in the moment I psych myself out. So I've had them on a lot, lately, okay? Just. Now's the first time you've noticed... The first time I've let you notice."

Leaning in for a chaste kiss, Callie whispered a barely recognisable "I love you" through her tears.