"What are you in the mood for?"

Amelia linked her arm through Arizona's as the pair walked to the brunette's car. The other woman smiled at the gesture.

"I'm starving. Honestly, I'd go for anything right now," the blonde replied.

"How about pizza?"

"Sounds great."

Amelia pulled up to her favorite pizza joint, a small hole-in-the-wall type of place not too far from the hospital. Arizona wondered why she'd never seen it before. In all honestly, it looked pretty sketchy at first glance, but if Amelia trusted it, so did she.

"I've never been here before," the blonde stated as the two exited the vehicle.

"Really?"

Arizona shook her head.

"I found this place the first time I came to Seattle to see Derek," Amelia stated. "It doesn't look like much, I know. I was skeptical at first. But trust me, the pizza here is some of the best I've ever had."

Amelia addressed the employees by name, and they apparently knew her well, too. The neurosurgeon ordered her "usual," and Arizona couldn't help but find the whole exchange sort of amusing.

"Make it two, please," Arizona told the guy behind the counter, although she had no idea what Amelia's "usual" could possibly be. She found it strange how willing she was now to blindly trust the brunette.

The two chose a booth in the back corner of the restaurant, and nearly twenty minutes later, they were both almost finished with what was now their "usual" (extra cheese with pineapple, mushrooms, and bacon).

When their food arrived, Arizona had immediately teased the other woman for her strange taste in pizza toppings. Of course Amelia's favorite pizza would be as unique as she was. It was fitting, in a way. Evidently, though, the neurosurgeon was right - this pizza was amazing. Arizona made a mental note to take Sofia here sometime.

She looked up at the brunette as she finished her slice of pizza.

"You're funny."

"What?" Amelia asked, confused at the blonde's sudden comment.

Arizona chuckled.

"You're funny. Unexpected, I mean. I just... I don't know, I don't know much about you. I want to know more."

Amelia grinned.

"Well, what do you want to know?"

Arizona looked thoughtful for a moment.

"Hmm. What's your biggest secret?"

She asked the question shamelessly. She didn't seem to be joking, but the forwardness of her words made Amelia laugh.

"Wow, you're not shy, are you?" The neurosurgeon seemed amused.

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to."

The blonde narrowed her eyes, a smirk playing on her lips. It was as if she was challenging her.

Amelia liked a challenge.

"I have lots of secrets," Amelia stated, smirking back at her.

"Is that so?" Arizona teased. "Do tell."

The brunette seemed thoughtful now.

"When I was in the third grade, I cheated on a spelling test."

Arizona let out a dramatic gasp, pretending to be scandalized. Amelia laughed.

"Come on, that's all you got?" the blonde asked, challenging her further.

"Okay, okay. Let me think."

"Alright."

Amelia spoke up again. "Remember a few weeks ago, when Bailey called us all in for a meeting in the attendings' lounge? She was yelling about someone stealing her lunch from the fridge, and someone else leaving the microwave a mess?"

"Yeah..."

"It was me."

Arizona burst into laughter at the woman's admission.

"Which one?"

"Oh, both. I did all of it."

Arizona began laughing again.

"Are you kidding me?!" She gaped at the brunette, who had also erupted in giggles. "You kept insisting it wasn't you! I was convinced. Damn, you're good... you should be an actress."

"Thank you, thank you," Amelia nodded her head, pretending to take a bow. "Don't you dare tell a soul."

Arizona drew her thumb and forefinger across her lips, telling her her secret was safe.

"I have some real secrets too, though," Amelia admitted, a few moments later. Her tone was more serious now. "Well, not secret secrets. Nothing that nobody else in the world knows about. Just things from the past, things I usually don't go around telling people. Heavy stuff. I'll tell you sometime. Just not now... I don't want to bring you down."

Arizona suddenly felt guilty for asking at all.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that... You really don't have to tell me that stuff, I didn't mean to pry."

Amelia gave her a reassuring smile. "Oh, no, I know that. I just mean... I want to tell you," she shrugged. "I trust you. And I want to know more about you, too."

The blonde smiled at that. "Good. That's good."

Amelia insisted on paying the bill, claiming that it was "her treat," and the two of them left for Arizona's house.

"Oh, crap," Amelia groaned as they walked through the front door.

"What?"

"I left all my clothes at the hospital," the brunette remembered.

"Oh, that's fine! You can just borrow mine again," Arizona offered. "No biggie."

"Thanks," Amelia told her. "For everything, actually. You didn't have to do this."

"I don't mind," Arizona assured her. "Not at all."

The neurosurgeon showered and picked out some of Arizona's clothes to wear to bed - that oversized Hopkins T-shirt she liked and a pair of athletic shorts. When she entered Arizona's bedroom, drying off her hair with a towel, she could sense the blonde's eyes on her again. She smirked knowingly.

"You okay with sharing the bed again?" the blonde asked.

Amelia nodded.

She slipped in beside the other woman after flipping off the light, and she couldn't help but frown at the distance left between them. She wanted her "cuddle buddy" - though she knew it was something more than just that.

"Arizona," she whispered.

"Hm?"

"Come here."

Arizona felt her heart flutter at the other woman's command. She scooted closer, pulling the shorter brunette into her arms. She smiled when she felt Amelia drape her arm over her midsection and bury her face in her neck, sighing contently against her skin. It was sweet, and rather intimate - certainly not innocent, they both knew. It was risky. But in this moment they both felt far too comfortable to care.

"Arizona?" the brunette piped up again. The vulnerability in her voice made Arizona's chest tighten.

"Yeah?"

"I have another secret."

Arizona turned slightly to face her, their eyes meeting. She raised an eyebrow in question, prompting the other woman to go on.

"I..." Amelia began. She searched the other woman's eyes, seeming to gather some courage. "I was going to kiss you last night."

Arizona let out a breath, not letting her expression falter despite the butterflies that had erupted in her stomach.

"Why didn't you?"

Amelia took a short moment before responding.

"I didn't think you'd want me to," she whispered.

The blonde said nothing. Instead, she lifted her hand to gently cup Amelia's face, lightly stroking her cheek with the pad of her thumb. She gave her a dimpled smile, leaning in close until their foreheads rested together.

Amelia let her eyes drift shut as Arizona softly pressed her lips to her own. The kiss was gentle at first, sweet and inquisitive. Amelia responded with the same gentleness, her fingers tangling themselves in silky blonde hair. She sighed into the kiss, the tenderness of the moment making her heart beat fast.

Moment's later, Arizona pulled away, smiling at the dreamy look on the other woman's face. She went back to stroking Amelia's cheek, waiting for her to open her eyes.

"I have a secret too," she whispered.

Amelia gave her a questioning look.

"I think you look really cute in my clothes," she grinned.

The brunette blushed, though a smirk crept its way across her lips.

"I've noticed," she teased, giggling as Arizona's cheek's seemed to flush. "I think it's cute when you stare," she assured her.

"Good," the blonde chuckled. "'Cause it's kind of difficult not to."