Arizona sat in the squishy back seat of a Seattle taxi, eyes swiping the sidewalks with each passing mile, hoping that at any given moment she'd see Callie. Their time last night in her dream had been incredible. At first she thought she would go all the way with the brunette, but after a hot pink and cerulean squirrel hopped through the open window on their bedside and ran in crazed circles around their bed, scaring Callie half to death, Arizona had spent the following ten minutes switching from hysterical laughter at Callie's fear and fierce protector of her lover. Because that's what they were. Lovers.
Arizona had used nearly every breath she had left to whisper Callie's beauty into her skin. She just couldn't seem to get over it. Every time there'd be even the slightest pause in conversation, Arizona had leaned in, capturing the Latina's lips in her own. She thought at first that perhaps she should keep her hands to herself a bit more-show Callie that she was more than just her body to her...but what a body it was.
She had told Callie that she had made reservations at the Archfield, that her plane would land at 4pm her time, and that she absolutely could not wait to see her. But now she was nervous. Callie had claimed that she had taken some time off and that she would be waiting for the moment Arizona arrived. That sort of dedication moved Arizona to her core.
"Ok, lady, that's $35.56. Need help with the luggage?" the scruffy man in the driver's seat asked.
"Umm..." she did her best to look into the tinted windows of the hotel, but couldn't see anything past the revolving doors. "No, that's alright, I've got it. Thank you though. Here," she grabbed two twenties from her clutch, "keep the change."
Stepping out of the cab, she rounded the back, running a finger across the checkerboard lining. Popping the trunk, she reached in, grabbing her mere two suitcases she brought with her. They were fairly large, and she found that when she attempted to walk with both of them dragging behind her, they bumped into each other awkwardly.
"Ugh, stupid, fucking, things..." she grumbled, stopping in the fog of Seattle to swivel one in front of her, doing her best to lock it in place as she steered it straight ahead of her.
Her pulse was racing as she stepped through the slowly circling glass doors. Was Callie there already like she said she would be? What would she look like? What would her scent be? Would she still think Arizona was beautiful?
Heading straight for the receptionist's desk, her eyes scanned the area sporadically. She frowned, craning her neck all around as surreptitiously as possible.
"Umm, ma'am? Can I help you?" the woman behind the counter asked. Arizona sighed, doing her best not to be too disappointed by Callie's tardiness.
"Yes, there should be a single queen bed under the name Arizona Robbins?" she stated, already fishing out her ID to show the woman.
"Oh, accommodations were remedied, Mrs. Robbins. The presidential suite did go through, and your wife is already-"
"I'm sorry, my what?" Arizona interrupted. The woman eyed her curiously.
"Your wife? Mrs..." she scanned the paper again, looking for the printed name next to the signature towards the bottom, "Mrs. Calliope Torres? She's already upstairs and has ordered her fair share of champagne...I'm sorry, is there a problem?" the woman asked hesitantly, clearly worried she had done something wrong. Arizona gave a slow smile and shook her head, laughing quietly to herself.
"No, no, it's fine, umm..." she read the glossy name tag on the woman's navy blue button up, "Wendy. It's fine, Wendy. I just didn't know she was getting us the presidential suite, that's all. Thank you so much."
She began walking off before Wendy called out to her again.
"Mrs. Robbins! Do you want your spare key?"
"Um..." Arizona thought about it before shrugging and shaking her head. "Nah, I'll just knock and surprise her. Thanks again!"
As soon as she had made her way into the marble floor of the elevator and pressed the star button at the top of the keypad, she chuckled lightly to herself. First she was depressed that Callie hadn't been in the lobby only to find out that she had gotten them the presidential suite. And what's more, she had told them that they were married!
"That must have been the only way they would have let her alter my room accommodations.." Arizona muttered to herself.
The elevator doors dinged and spread apart, leading their way to a short hallway with a burgundy door at the end. Arizona stepped off, taking a deep breath at the tiny rush of wind she felt caress her back as the elevator doors shut. Steeling herself, she took cautious steps towards the door. It was an amazing thought, wasn't it? That something like this was even possible. That on the other side of that door was, literally, the woman of her dreams.
Raising a slightly shaking hand, she knocked three times on the door.
"Ok, girl," she whispered, "no turning back now. This is it."
"Coming!" she heard from the other side of the door, causing her breath to catch in her throat. She was really there. That was her voice. All of this was real.
"If you'll just put it over th..." Callie was saying as she opened the door only to drift off upon seeing Arizona standing there in the door way, smiling brightly at her. Exhaling loudly, Callie smiled wide and ushered her in.
"I'm sorry I thought you were-"
"Your wife?" Arizona teasingly shot, eye brow raised with a small smirk. Callie blushed heavily at that, hands wringing themselves in knots at her torso.
"Y-yeah about that, um, I'm sorry. I just thought that since I know people here I could get us a better room, but they asked our relation, and I forgot about that whole thing so I just said we were wives so that I could um...why are you laughing?"
Arizona was chuckling at Callie's nerves, relieved that she wasn't the only one incredibly shy about the whole surreal situation. She shook her head as she smiled at the younger woman.
"I'm sorry you're just...you're really adorable when you're nervous. And it's nice to know I'm not the only one, to be honest. I'm not used to being so vulnerable. I actually make it a point not to be."
Callie nodded, giving a small smile at Arizona's honesty. She took the bags from the blonde, lifting them with an ease that left Arizona a bit dizzy at the ideas of what else those strong arms could be capable of. Arizona walked into the room slowly, her heels clacking noisily on the linoleum until they reached the plush white carpet of the living area. Smiling wide as she spun slowly around and taking in the suite, she gave a big sigh and flopped backwards on the deep violet modern couch. She closed her eyes and sighed, a smile planted on her face. She felt Callie's presence near her, but not quite close enough.
"Well are you just going to stand there staring at me?" she asked playfully, eyes still shut. She heard the Latina's sweet laugh float through the tension in the air, making it ebb away gently.
"How did you know I was staring at you?" she heard from some obscure area to her left.
"Hmm, well, let's see. I flew all the way to see you here where, upon my arrival, I was shocked to find the woman I was looking for had changed my room and also my relationship status without my consent. Now I'm in that exact room with that exact woman, laying very tantalizingly on this couch with my eyes shut and I don't hear any movement. What else would possibly be happening?"
"Well," she heard from the same area, only slightly closer, "maybe that woman was trying to come up with the best way to approach you. You just had to wear that low cut shirt, didn't you?"
Arizona laughed at that, knowing that, since she was on her back, it caused her breasts to bounce lightly. She reveled in the feeling of Callie's eyes practically burning a hot trail across her body. She knew that's what she was doing and she loved every second of it.
"I did, and I'm waiting for my kiss." she said matter-of-factly. The Latina came closer, perching on the edge of the couch next to the blonde's shoulder, looking down at her and running a tan hand against the smooth cheek she found there.
"A kiss, huh? This is how you want our first kiss to go?" she asked. Arizona smiled widely, the butterflies in her stomach going crazy. She crossed her hands over her stomach and licked her lips, nodding to Callie.
"Yes. See, in all of the movies I watch with the kids that I care for, the best ones end with the prince coming to kiss the princess back to life. And since we're kind of doing everything in reverse, you know, meeting and kissing first in our dreams, I figure you'll need to wake me up with a kiss in real life. So I'm going to lay here with my eyes closed and my body still, waiting for my princess to kiss me back to life. So, anytime you're ready..." she finished, a smug tone to the end of her speech. It was silent for a moment, and she thought of opening her eyes briefly, until she felt it. An incredibly soft, sweet, delicious pair of lips closing in on her own. It was delicate and beautiful in its simplicity. Callie's hands cupped Arizona's face gently, pressing her mouth down on the blonde's with a force that grew steadier with the passing time.
Pulling back slightly, eyes still closed in reverence as she panted soft puffs of air against Arizona's lips, she whispered softly against her lover's mouth.
"How's that for true love's kiss?"
Arizona's eyes opened slowly, a lazy smile appearing as she met Callie's warm gaze.
"Absolutely perfect."
I know I suck. I just rushed through this story when it was something that needed time, and it had a lot of potential to be something awesome, but of course I did what I do best and posted it before I was ready, so now I have to live with that. I'm working on something completely different ((Brewing History)), but I wanted to finish this off so that it would stop torturing me. It is a teeny tiny story. Woops...I hope people like Harry Potter...?
