A/N: Review...or don't. I'd love you regardless...but I wouldn't know if you loved me. Or hated me. I'd be eternally uncertain.

Anywaysssss, if you guys get a little restless in between these breaks (i know this last one was long) I make Calzona story snapshots on my tumblr. just you know, search for the tag snapshot.


Callie is in the kitchen, her hands plunged into soapy sink water. She's humming the way she always does when she cleans, her hips swaying slightly, her head tilted to the side. Arizona watches her from the doorway for a moment. Smiling at the familiarity of everything, of Callie. She's home. They're home.

"You know, you don't always have to wash the dishes. I can do it sometimes."

Callie doesn't even turn around; she doesn't even jump at Arizona's sudden presence. She just kind of smiles and continues scrubbing the small blue plate that's in her hand.

"You only wash dishes when I'm mad at you." Callie states the fact like it's something they both should know, like it's been happening long enough to be an established thing. But Arizona furrows her brow deeply, a bit confused by the observation.

"Really?" the blonde asks finally moving in from the archway of the kitchen and making her way over to the other woman, "I remember washing dishes a lot when we were married."

"I was mad at you a lot when we were married," Callie counters, laughing at Arizona's agreeing nod.

"Think about it," the brunette starts, turning toward her ex-wife who's now leaned up against the counter beside her, a look of concentration on her face, "The first four years, excluding my pregnancy, who did all the chores?"

Arizona thinks for a moment, her arms crossed loosely, her blonde hair falling messily against her face. Callie looks on amusedly as the other woman's expression slowly starts to turn. First to disbelief then to awareness then to shock.

"Oh my god."

Callie smiles affectionately , moving over a bit to give the other woman a kiss on the cheek. "It's okay," she whispers against the Arizona's jaw, planting a tiny kiss there too before returning to her normal stance over the sink.

Arizona watches the other woman with regretful eyes. "I'm sorry Calliope. I'll start doing things around the house. Washing dishes, doing laundry—"

Her guilty spiel is interrupted by an abrupt, loud laugh from Callie. "Oh god, please don't start doing laundry."

"What?" the blonde asks perplexed, and Callie simply looks at her ex-wife, eyes shining with sympathy and amusement.

"Arizona, you're terrible at doing laundry."

Callie takes her hands out of the dish water, wiping them on a clean towel while the other woman stands watching her, a slightly offended look adorning her face. "I'm not terrible at doing laundry."

"No, listen… I'm telling you this as someone who loves you," Callie takes the other woman's hands in hers, "you're terrible at doing laundry. You shrink stuff. You forget to separate reds from whites—"

"That only happened twice!"

Callie laughs, shaking her head at the other woman though her eyes glint happily. "I love you," she sighs easily, and Arizona's eyebrows rise a little at the sudden affection. Callie moves to rest her hands on the blonde's hips before planting a small kiss against her lips. "I love you, and I don't care that you don't do laundry. Or wash dishes. Or take out the trash. You don't have to dote on me or win me over. I'm there. I'm won."

Callie punctuates her words with a peck on the lips, and Arizona can't help but smile into the kiss. She wants this forever. She wants Callie forever.

"No take-backs, okay. No changing your mind later. Even when we're seventy, and I turn all your white socks pink," Arizona whispers seriously as she gives Callie another gentle kiss. The brunette makes a face before outright laughing, her body vibrating comfortably against her lover's.

"No take-backs?" she questions, amused when Arizona nods. She smiles happily letting her head fall against the shorter woman's shoulder as she wraps her long arms around the blonde's waist. "Are you gonna make me pinky promise next?" Callie continues teasingly, turning her head so her mouth is pressed sweetly into Arizona's neck, "Cross my heart and hope to die?" The blonde smiles, wrapping her arms around Callie's back and swaying slightly.

"I might," she responds, and Callie laughs again, puffs of warm air pushing gently against Arizona's skin. She lets her hands stroke up and down the length of the blonde's back before kissing the woman neatly on the neck.

"Okay. No take-backs."


The next day, Arizona is sitting down in the cafeteria with April, alternating between talking about surgeries and talking about their relationships. It's different than how it used to be when Arizona was single, when both of them could complain about how terrible everything is. Now, it's just mostly April complaining about how terrible everything is, and Arizona half-listening, half-sending stupid text messages to Callie.

A: I miss you

C: I miss youuuu

A: Not as much as I miss you

"Will you give it a rest?" April requests loudly, and Arizona, startled, lifts her head from her phone, shocked by the redhead's shrill outburst. When she looks up she finds April with her arms crossed and one eyebrow cocked.

"What?" Arizona inquires dumbly, and the trauma surgeon shakes her head in disbelief.

"Stop texting Callie," April says, and Arizona blushes, swiping at her bangs guiltily.

"How do you know I'm texting Callie?" she tries to ask innocently, but all that does is make April narrow her eyes.

"Let me see your phone."

"What? No…you, weirdo," Arizona plays it off, but just then her phone vibrates, and she looks down to see a text from Callie.

C: Come meet me in the on-call room by my office, and I'll show you how much I miss you

Arizona blushes furiously before clearing her throat awkwardly. "Um...I have to go…"

April sends the blonde a knowing look before rolling her eyes. "Tell Callie I said hi."

Arizona gives her a bashful smile before something over the redhead's shoulder catches her eye. She looks back down at her friend, a mischievous smirk on her lips.

"And you tell Jackson I said hi." Arizona punctuates her words with a wink, and April furrows her brow

"What?"

"April, we need to talk."

The voice rings gentle but firm, and April immediately stiffens. Arizona laughs, smiling at Jackson before picking up her barely touched tray of food.

"You two have fun; I was just leaving" she says, and April glares at her. "Good luck," she mouths to the redhead.


Lauren can't stop thinking about the kiss.

She can't stop thinking about Arizona. And her blonde hair. And her blue eyes. And the way she smells good even though she's been running around a hospital all day.

She can't stop thinking about missed opportunities and what-ifs. If maybe she had stayed a little longer last time or came back a little sooner, could she have gotten Arizona. Could she still get Arizona?

Lauren sighs loudly, shifting in an uncomfortable on-call room bed.

It's been a week, and she still can't get over a stupid one-sided kiss.

She's just about to turn over and at least try to get a little rest when the on-call room door creaks open. It's dark, sure, but Lauren can clearly make out Callie Torres's form. The blonde is about to make her presence known, but before she can Callie starts positioning herself in this weird sort of cocky stance. She pulls down the neck of her scrub top, combs her hair a little with her hands, and leans against the metal railing of the bunk bed. Lauren almost laughs when she watches the ortho surgeon begin fidgeting impatiently, but another part of her can't help noticing how attractive the other woman is. She sort of gets it…why Arizona likes her so much.

Lauren begins to think that maybe she should pretend to wake up, maybe fake yawn really loudly, or really anything to make that other woman know she's in the room. But soon after she develops a plan, the on-call room door creaks open again, and the recognizable form of Arizona steps in. Almost immediately the shorter blonde is locking the door behind her and latching her lips on to Callie's. She pushes the other woman up against the metal railing of the bunk bed, smiling as the brunette releases a surprised moan.

"Mm you really did miss me," the ortho surgeon moans in between kisses.

"I did. I did," Arizona laughs lowly, slowly slipping her hands up the other woman's scrub top, "I always miss my girlfriend."

Callie smiles wider at the title, humming pleasedly as Arizona begins dotting wet kisses down her neck. "Your girlfriend, huh? I like that."

Lauren watches on a little panicked, certain she should break up this lovefest before the pants come off. Quickly, she releases a loud fake cough causing both of the women jump apart like they'd just been shocked by lightening. Their eyes dart toward Lauren who gives them a weird little awkward wave. Arizona looks at her, cheeks reddening slightly in embarrassment, and Callie just looks peeved.

"What the hell, Boswell?" the taller woman raises her voice before quickly smoothing down her shirt, "How long have you been there?"

Lauren just kind of makes a guilty face which only serves to vex Callie more. The brunette throws her hands up.

"¿Que eres?" she inquires loudly, "¿Viejo verde? Sal de aquí o te mato!" Lauren just stares at the other woman. One because she doesn't speak Spanish, and two because she's kind of scared.

"I-I just—I'm just gonna go," Lauren stutters uncomfortably, gathering her shoes as quickly as she can while Callie glares at her. Arizona stands quietly, a little shocked by Callie's dramatically adverse reaction to Boswell, but also, slightly aroused by her angry Spanish ranting. It doesn't take long before Lauren's shoes are on, and she's awkwardly sliding between the two women to get to the door. As she's closing it behind her, she hears Arizona whisper lowly, sexily, "That was muy caliente, Calliope."

The other woman laughs raspily before groaning. "Really?"

"I love the way you roll your tongue."

"I bet you do," Callie almost moans out the response, and Lauren is in the middle of an eye roll when all of a sudden there's a quiet thud against the door. Arizona is releases a loud guttural grunt.

They're going to have sex against the door, Lauren thinks. How unprofessional.

She's walking down the hallway, a bitter scowl resting on her face when she notices Meredith Grey staring at her from further down the hall. It's not really a stare actually…it's like a lazy glare. It doesn't last long, just a few seconds and then it's over, and Meredith is walking in the opposite direction of her.

It's weird, the blonde thinks. But she simply chalks it up to the blatant dislike everyone around this hospital seems to have for her.