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13th September 2012
For the past 20 minutes, Chief Webber's eyes have scanned repeatedly from the door to his watch. He was pissed. Richard Webber did not like to be kept waiting. Anyone that had ever met him could tell you that. With him; punctuality was a necessity. Glancing back to the door, speaking through gritted teeth, "Where the hell are Robbins and Torres?" Standing up from his chair when all he receives is awkward looks and shrugs in response. The opening of the meeting room door and the sound of high pitched laughter gains his attention. Turning to find his two missing players stumbling through the door, holding on to each other and laughing hysterically.
Failing to notice that they have kept the whole team waiting. Arizona speaks through short giggles, "Shut up. That did not happen. Are you kidding me?"
Unable to stop the laughter, holding on to Arizona's shoulder, "No. I'm serious. I swear that actually happened."
A fresh round of laughter erupts from the two of them. The rest of the team look on in amusement as their team mates continue to giggle like school girls, still completely oblivious to everyone watching them. Webber stands up from his seat and out from behind the desk, clearing his throat loudly. A frustrated look appears on his face when they fail to hear him and continue their conversation.
Taking a small breath, letting the laughter die down, "What did you do when she said that?"
Callie's eyes widened, before answering, "I didn't say anything. What the hell is a person supposed to say to that?"
Arizona nods in agreement. A wide smile on her face, "Oh my god. That is priceless." Taking a step towards Callie, lifting her right hand up and touching the Latina's hair, earning a raised eyebrow in response. She loved it when Callie did that. Cocking her head slightly, a small smirk dancing on her lips, "Lint."
A shiver curses through her when the blondes hand makes contact with dark hair. The team sits straight up in their seats when the two of them subconsciously take a step towards one another. Finding her favorite blue eyes, "Any excuse to touch me, right?" Callie asks, sending a cheeky smile in Arizona's direction.
Before Arizona has a chance to answer, a booming voice cuts through them, "YOU'RE LATE!" Webber rounds the table to stand in front of them, "Sit down and shut up," he fights back a smirk when a blush appears on their cheeks. "You can flirt with each other on your own damn time. Not on mine." This comment earns a roar of laughter from the team, and an even deeper blush from Callie and Arizona. Watching as they find two empty seats at the table, "Now. We leave for Paris in five days and I want to make sure that you're all feeling ready for this." A chorus of positive cheers are sent back in response. Sitting back in his seat at the top of the table, "The flight leaves at 4:30 in the morning," rolling his eyes when a groan escapes every single player. "It's an eleven hour flight, so you'll all have the morning off on the Tuesday, but we'll be training on the Tuesday night. The games on the Wednesday night as you all know and we leave on Friday afternoon."
"I can't wait to just explore the City and see all the sights." A dreamy look on April's face as she speaks. Feeling everyone's eyes on her, shrugging, "What? It's the most romantic City in the world."
Cristina laughs. "It's the most romantic City for people that are involved. Not for lonely single sad sacks like you."
"You know what, Cristina, I'm getting..." She doesn't get a chance to finish because Webber interrupts.
Sighing heavily, head on his hands, "Just give it a rest, will you?" Looking down the long table, "Now, you know that I don't give a crap what rooms any of you stay in. But, just make sure it's all sorted before we get to the hotel."
"What hotel is it?" Addison asks, praying that it's one in the centre of the City.
Shooting the Captain a questioning look, "I don't know the name, but it's 4 stars and it's in the middle of Paris. So, if any of you complain about it...You're fired." Standing up, "That's all I wanted to say." Looking down at his watch, "We could have had that done a lot sooner if people didn't keep us waiting." Eyes falling to land on Callie and Arizona, who turn their heads away from him. Pulling the door handle down, "Go get dressed and I'll see you on the training field."
Teddy turns her attention to the two latecomers, "Where were you guys? We were waiting for like half an hour?" Eyeing them both suspiciously. It's no secret to her that her best friend has a soft spot for the Latina.
It's no secret to anyone.
Arizona pointed to Callie who was sitting across from her at the table, "Moron over there broke her car, so she had to ride with me."
Snapping her head up, an offended look on her face, "It's not broke. It's just..." trailing off, trying to find a word to fill the sentence. Arizona quickly fills it for her.
"Broken?" Pursing her lips in amusement when Callie nods her head. Those chocolate brown eyes lock with her own and an image of the two of them laying in bed - the morning after the fainting incident - flashes through Arizona's mind. And those feeling's that have been constantly present for the past few months bubble up inside her. Feelings that you shouldn't have for a person that you haven't even been on a first date with. It's terrifying that these feelings continue to grow with every minute spent with Callie. She's trying her best to push them down and ignore them, but it's nearly impossible. They still haven't had a serious talk and Arizona needs that talk to happen, because she can't stand not knowing what is going to happen with them. She can't stand not knowing if she'll ever get to kiss Callie again, or if they'll ever get to experience a first date together.
Watching on as the look on Arizona's face goes from playful to...troubled in a matter of seconds. Staring at the blonde until blue eyes finally raise and meet her own. Callie's eyebrows draw together when Arizona shoots her a forced smile. It doesn't reach her eyes, and those dimples that usually light up her face don't appear. The rest of the team stand up and start to make their way to the changing rooms. Hanging back for a second to wait for Arizona to stand up, sighing gently when Teddy quickly grabs the strikers arm and pulls her towards the door. Following the rest of the players down the corridor and into the changing room. Brown eyes don't leave Arizona, trying their best to read the expression on her face. Once she starts looking at the blonde, its hard to stop. Everything about her draws Callie in. A shin pad connects with her shoulder and her attention turns to Addison.
"Get ready, Torres." The Captain says, emptying her friends training bag and shoving the clothes into her chest. "You've already kept us waiting once today. Hurry up."
Ignoring the comment and turning back to get ready, a glance is sent in Arizona's direction when the blonde isn't looking. After a few minutes when everyone is dressed and ready to go, they all begin to make their way out to the pitch. Purposely hanging back until the end and shouting on Arizona as she is about to leave, "Hey. Come here," gesturing over to where she was standing at the other side of the room.
Freezing when she hears that husky voice, slowly walking over to where Callie is standing, "What's up?" It's just the two of them left alone now and Arizona's nerves are on fire. Surely it can't be good for her heart to be beating this fast all the time, because every time she's around a certain Latina, it seems to double it's pace. Looking on in confusion as Callie reaches into her bag, withdraws a hat and takes a step towards her, "What's that for?"
Placing the hat atop Arizona's head, brushing a thumb gently across her forehead to move the stray blonde hair underneath the hat, "This will keep the sun off your head, so you're not a faint risk again." Callie admits, pulling the ponytail through the back off the hat. Loving the way Arizona's breath hitches at her touch, "There you go," straightening the cap out. "Perfect. "
Callie bought her a hat. Callie bought her a hat because she was worried about her fainting again. This was getting too much to handle. A small smirk adorning her lips, "Teddy's on a date tonight." Grumbling when she realizes how stupid that statement sounded. Apparently Callie agreed because all Arizona gets in response is a blank look. Rephrasing what she wanted to say, "Teddy's on a date tonight. So you should," looking at the ground, voice quiet, "come over."
Leaning back on her heels, arms crossed, "My diary's actually pretty full tonight." Keeping her voice light so that Arizona could tell that she was joking, shrugging nonchalantly, "But, I'll see what I can do."
Playing along with what Callie is doing, smiling, "Well, that sucks." Biting her lip, because Arizona knows that every time she does this; Callie's eyes are immediately drawn to her mouth. A cocky grin on her face when it happens almost straight away, "Let me know if that diary clears up." Turning around to walk away, she doesn't get very far before Callie's voice quickly stops her.
"So, seven o'clock? Callie asks, when the blonde turns away. It wasn't a date, but it was the two of them alone in a pre-planned event: So, she was counting it as a half date. And she had wanted this half date for so long.
Arizona couldn't control the full smile from spreading over her face, facing Callie again, "Seven's great." They've hung out alone before. A lot. But, it feels different this time. Like this torturous build up of sexual tension is about to be resolved. And that's what she wants. No: that's what she needs. Brown eyes - that occupy her mind more than what should be deemed appropriate - lock with her own and Arizona promises herself, that tonight, she is going to tell Callie Torres everything she is feeling. After a few seconds of intense staring, "So, I'll see you tonight?"
Shuffling towards the door, "Well, you'll see me before that because we're training together for the next 2 hours, Robbins." It was impossible for Callie to keep the excitement out of her voice.
Narrowing her eyes, a feign look of irritation perfectly in tow, "Don't be a smart ass, Calliope."
The dimples of Arizona's face caused a fluttering in Callie's chest. God, she loved those dimples. She didn't even care that Arizona sometimes insisted on calling her by her full name. It seemed to roll of her tongue perfectly. That perfect perfect tongue.
They both felt themselves counting down the minutes until seven o'clock.
Glancing at the clock that hung on the kitchen wall, groaning when it only read 6:40pm. It seemed like it had been stuck at 6:40 for the past hour. Made worse by the fact that she had been ready since 5:30pm. After staring at her closet for half an hour, Callie finally decided on skinny jeans and an off shoulder jumper. It was casual, but she knew that the jeans made her legs look great. And she had caught Arizona staring at her legs on more than one occasion. Apparently the blonde was a leg girl.
Callie's head constantly looking at the clock was really starting to annoy Addison, it's like her friend was watching a tennis match; repeatedly looking from side to side. Finally snapping, "Can you stop doing that?"
Brown eyes dragged themselves away from the clock to look at Addison, "Stop doing what?" Immediately looking back to the clock. 6:42pm. This was the longest 20 minutes of Callie's life. Every time the clock moved, the nerves seemed to increase even more.
Voice dull of emotion, teeth clenched together, "That." Earning a questioning look, the red head repeated, "That." Pointing to the wall, "Looking at the clock every 9 seconds. You've been doing it for the past hour."
She had been doing it for longer than an hour. She had been doing it since Arizona opened her mouth to invite her over earlier today. Fighting the urge to glance back at the clock, instead focusing on Addison, "What's your point?"
"Wow." The look on Callie's face confirmed what she had thought for a while. "You really like her."
That wasn't what she expected to hear. Meeting Addison's eyes, playing with the tips of her fingers, "I- We get on well. She's great." Playing it down didn't work because her friend was smiling knowingly, a smug look on her face. Swallowing, before confirming, "Yeah. I like her." It was the first time she had said it out loud and it felt like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. A small weight all-be-it, but a weight nonetheless.
A sympathetic look on her face, "You should tell her." She had watched them dance around each other for months and it didn't take an idiot to work out that they obviously liked each other.
Nodding, voice shaky, "I'm gonna tell her tonight. I can't do this anymore." And she couldn't. Pretend that she didn't have feelings for Arizona when she blatantly did. It was doing things to her head...and her heart. Hearing a bleep from her phone, removing it from her pocket and seeing a text from the very person they were talking about. Hey. Teddy just left. So come over whenever you want. I've got pizza and wine. Standing up far too quickly, "Okay. Well, this has been fun," tucking the chair back under the breakfast bar. "I'll see you later."
Lips drew together and Addison nodded, her voice teasing, "See you tomorrow." Laughing at the dirty look she received in response, "Don't get too naked."
Now she was picturing Arizona naked...again. Grabbing the envelope that was resting on the kitchen counter, Callie made her way to the front door and before she knew it, she was standing in front of Arizona's front door frozen to the spot. What if she got shot down? What if Arizona didn't like her? So many questions were running through her mind, and she didn't get a chance to think about them because the front door was quickly flung open.
Looking Callie up and down, blue eyes lingered a second longer than necessary on the legs that were perfectly highlighted through tight fitting skinny jeans. How did a persons legs look so good whilst still wearing clothes? Arizona's mouth watered at the thought of those legs with zero clothes on. Finally finding her voice, a bright smile on her face, "Hi."
The smile on the blondes face released most of the tension in Callie's body, and she found herself returning the smile, "Hi." Stepping through the threshold when Arizona moved out of the way to let her into the house. It was nearly impossible not to look at that ass as she was led into the kitchen.
Stopping short of the breakfast bar, lifting the lid off the pizza box, "Have you had dinner?"
Shaking her head, and answering, "No." She hadn't had time for dinner because it took her so long to decide what to wear. And then there was the whole staring contest with the kitchen clock. So, no. Callie had not had dinner.
Arizona tilted her head, and pointed to the envelope gripped tight in a tanned hand, "What's that?"
Following Arizona's gaze to her hand, lifting the envelope up. "Oh, I actually got you something." Walking to where the blonde was standing and handing her the white piece of paper. Hands lingered for a second longer than necessary.
Taking the envelope from Callie's grasp, tone playful, "Did you get me another hat?"
Biting back a laugh. "Yes, Arizona. I got you a hat that somehow fits into an envelope. I know you've always wanted one."
Smirking a little, turning it over and opening the enclosed piece of paper. The smile disappeared off Arizona's face in an instant when she saw what Callie had just gave her. Coldplay tickets. Callie had gotten her Coldplay tickets. Tickets that her own agent couldn't even manage to get her. And somehow, Callie had managed to get them. Speechless. That's what Arizona was in this moment...Speechless. She didn't think it was possible for her to like Callie more than she already did, but then Callie had gone and bought her fucking Coldplay tickets and now she felt like her heart was going to stop beating. This woman was an absolute dream.
It had been at least a minute and Arizona still hadn't spoke, taking a tentative step towards the shocked looking blonde. "I uhm. I know that you wanted them and you've had a rough couple months, and I just thought that you could use a pick me up." Arizona finally looked up and Callie could have swore that there was a tear glistening in her blue eyes. Inhaling deeply and continuing, "You don't have to go with me," a small chuckle made it's way out. Of course she wanted to go and she hoped that Arizona would take her, but she wasn't going to force the still quiet woman to take her. "You can go with Teddy, or whoever," trailing off when Arizona took a deep breath, "you want. I just wanted you to have them."
Speaking after minutes of silence, voice scarcely quiet, "You got me Coldplay tickets?" She couldn't manage to think of anything else to say. All she could seem to be able to do was stare at Callie in complete amazement.
Nodding, slightly freaked out by the tone of Arizona's voice, "Yeah. They're playing when we're in Paris next week. Our games on the Wednesday and they're playing on the Thursday night."
Arizona was overcome with emotions, she felt like she was about to start crying and she didn't know why. Well, she did know why. It was because of the perfect woman standing in front of her. "How did you even manage to get these?" Thinking back to when her agent told her that it was nearly impossible to get these tickets.
Letting out a sigh, "Well, I know this guy who knows this woman. Who in turn know a bunch of other people that I don't know and they managed to get them. Cool right?"
Cool. It was a little bit better than cool. "I don't know what to say." Arizona admitted, eyes penetrating through chocolate brown ones.
Laughing, "You don't have to say anything." The look Arizona was giving her became too intense and Callie had to look away. It was sending shivers up her spine, she had never seen those blue eyes look like that before. "And like I said. You don't have to take me. You can take whoever you want, okay? I just wanted you to have a night where you can relax and forget about everything that's been going on lately. You deserve that."
This was it. The words were going to spill out whether Arizona wanted them to or not. "I want to take you. I want us to go together." Pausing to take in a shaky breath, "I want us to go together, on the date that we should have went on months ago. Because I like you, Callie," a desperate laugh escaped her lips, "and I'm done pretending that I don't. And I'm done with us messing around with each other." Taking a step towards Callie, reaching to take a tanned hand between her own, "I like you. And I want to go out with you. And I would really love it if you came with me."
Months. That's how long Callie had waited to hear those words; Months. A mega watt grin spread over her face, "Yes. You have no idea how much I would love to go with you." She tried her best to wipe the grin off her face, but it just wasn't happening. A date. She had a date with Arizona Robbins. So there was no way in hell this grin would be disappearing anytime soon.
Something in-between a scream and a laugh escaped Arizona, "You got me Coldplay tickets!" It wasn't a question. Eyes scanned over the tickets for the first time. The writing was in French and she didn't have a clue what it said, but she read every single word of it anyway.
Nodding, "I got you Coldplay tickets." Staring at Arizona in amusement as the blonde examined the items in her hand. She looked like a kid at Christmas. All-be-it, so much cuter than a kid at Christmas. The dimples on her face were on full show, and Callie couldn't stop looking at her.
Stepping towards Callie and throwing her arms around the Latina's neck, holding on tighter than what she should have been. "You are seriously amazing. Do you know that?"
Returning the hug, arms around Arizona's waist. Voice teasing, "Yeah. I do know that." Arizona's words caused a feeling of warmth to spread through her.
Laughing at the comment, pulling back enough so that her face was directly in front of Callie's. Whispering, "Thank you." Arizona wanted to kiss her. She wanted to kiss her so bad.
Full lips were tingling from the feeling of Arizona's breath against them. "You seem to be thanking me a lot lately." They were back to that position. That position where they somehow ended up with their arms around each other and their lips inches apart. Blue eyes flashed towards her lips and Callie regretfully took a step back, "We should," pausing to think if it was really a good idea or not. It was a good idea. She hated the idea, but it was probably for the best. Clearing her throat, "We should wait. You know until we're on a date." Whoever made up the rules of dating- Callie hated them.
Reluctantly agreeing, sighing, "Yeah. We should." Arizona was trying her best to look at Callie's eyes instead of her lips, but her eyes were just as gorgeous as her lips, so it didn't really matter what part of her she looked at. The urge to kiss her was still there. "It's only like," counting the days in her head and groaning when she realised how long it was, "a week. It's just a week. We can go a week, right?"
A week. A week without kissing Arizona even though she wanted to kiss her all the time. Callie didn't think there was anyway in hell of them doing it, but she nodded her head and smiled anyway, "Of course, we can." Rounding the breakfast bar and walking into the kitchen, she stopped walking when she saw that there was only two chairs on the right side of the counter and there was basically only an inch separating them. That wasn't going to work. Retreating back to the side she was already standing at, so she was opposite Arizona instead of sitting next to her, "I'm just gonna sit here. You know, for obvious reasons."
Obvious reasons being that if they sat that close to one another, they would most likely end up with their tongues in the others mouth. And that wasn't supposed to happen before their date.
Immediately understanding what Callie was doing. "Yeah. I think that's a good idea." Picking up the wine bottle that was sitting on the counter and pouring them both a glass, "Is it weird that we're hanging out before we actually go on a date?"
Opening the pizza box, and taking a slice out. Speaking with a short laugh, "Yeah. I don't really think people do that." Handing Arizona a slice of the pizza, "But, I don't think we've really done anything in order." Chuckling, "I mean, who sleeps in the same bed before they've even been on a date?"
Callie in bed. That's all Arizona could now think about. Callie in bed, and them doing a lot more than cuddling. Groaning, "Can you not say stuff like that? We're meant to be waiting until we go on a date. And then you go and throw the bed word around."
Taking a sip of the wine, "Maybe we should just go out before we go to Paris?" A week was too long. They had arranged to go on their first date eight months ago. Callie didn't think she could wait any longer. Especially when she had to see Arizona at least 5 days a week. Before tonight, it was fine. She didn't know where they stood. But now, she knew what was happening with them. She knew that they were going on a date. And she knew; a week was too damn long to wait.
Answering straight away, "No. We're having our first date in Paris. Nobody gets to have their first date in Paris." Breaking off another slice of pizza, "And our first date is happening in Paris."
Unable to resist the urge of teasing the blonde, "So, where do the Parisians have their first dates?" She managed to keep her face straight until Arizona raised an eyebrow and she started laughing. "Sorry. You just set that one up perfectly."
Arizona narrowed her eyes, the words she was about to say died on her lips when Callie started laughing. How had it taken her so long ask this woman out? Realization set in and the blonde quickly realised that she had wanted to go out with Callie since the night they met in the nightclub. Thinking back to the way she used to treat Callie and immediately being overwhelmed with guilt. Callie was nothing short of amazing. Perfect, even. And for months, she had treated her like crap.
Noticing the intense look on the blondes face. Leaning over the breakfast bar ever-so-slightly but still keeping a safe distance, asking, "What's wrong?"
Shaking her head. "Nothing. I'm just really happy we're finally going out." Arizona replied honestly, chucking a piece of crust back into the pizza box.
Surprised at the comment, but not at all complaining. Agreeing, "Me too. Eight months is a long time." Looking to the side and seeing that Arizona's hand was sitting completely adjacent to her own. Taking a hold of it wouldn't fit into the dating rule book.
"You know, when I was mad at you for all those months, I wasn't actually mad because you injured me." This earned a questioning look and Arizona quickly backtracked, "Okay, Well I was kinda mad because you injured me. But, I was really mad because you injuring me meant that we couldn't go out on our date." This had been realised when Callie was standing crying in her living room. Because you're not supposed to want to comfort a person that put you out the game for four months. You're supposed to be happy to see them crying. And Arizona wasn't, because she hated seeing Callie crying. And that was when she realised that she was only really mad because she couldn't go out with Callie. She liked the person that she was - by all means - supposed to hate.
The dating rule book could suck it, Callie thought, and placed the palm of her hand firmly in Arizona's. Taking a second to just enjoy the feel of the blondes hand enclosed in her own. It felt pretty great. "I didn't know that. I was just convinced that you hated me," she admitted with a hollow laugh.
Unprepared for how sad that comment would make her feel. Arizona turned their hands over, so that her hand was on top of the tanned one, "I didn't hate you. Ever. I feel- I feel so bad for what happened in those months, Callie. And I really hope that you'll let me make it up to you."
Smirking at the words, shrugging, "Second base on the first date is a good way to make up for it."
Throwing her head back in laughter. Leaning forward on the stool, voice husky, "What do you say we just make this our first date and we can get right down to business?"
It was meant to be a joke. But the low tone of Arizona's voice and the sparkle in those blue eyes caused Callie to stand up in her seat and back away from the breakfast bar, "Why, Arizona?" She whined, retreating back to the living room. Barely registering the sound of the blondes laughter closely following her. Throwing herself on to the couch, "You said we were meant to not say stuff like that?"
Giggling, sitting down on the same couch, at the opposite end from Callie, "Sorry. Couldn't resist. You're just so cute when you get all riled up." Picking up the remote and flicking through the channels.
Two could play at that game. Callie shifted her body to face Arizona on the couch, lowering her voice, "I think the three date rule is a little extreme when you've waited eight months for a date with someone. Do you agree?"
Snapping her head round, practically yelling, "Hey!" Biting her lip when Callie started laughing. Laughing her sexy seductive laugh. In that sexy seductive way that made Arizona want to rip her clothes off. "Be good. I've only got so much self control and I'm pretty sure you do, too." Finally settling on the channel she was looking for, "You want to watch American Bake Off, and negatively judge everyone on all the stuff they make?"
Callie scoffed as if they question was crazy, before asking, "Do you think I'm going to say no to that?" Pulling her legs up under her as Arizona turned the volume up on the TV.
It was approaching midnight, the TV had since been turned off and they were both sitting Indian style on the couch, facing each other. They had discussed the rules of the next week intimately three hours ago, but they had obviously been completely thrown out the window because Arizona's hand hadn't left Callie's knee for the past hour. And, "No close touching," was confirmed as a no go for the week leading up to their date. It only took two hours for them to break one rule. So there was a pretty high chance of them breaking another one in the next week.
Feeling a grin tug at her lips at what Arizona just told her, "You walked in on Cristina Yang having sex with that Owen guy?" Shaking her head in laughter when Arizona nodded shamefully. Placing a comforting hand over a pale on, "Wow. I don't think I've ever felt this sorry for another person. Although I have to listen to them having sex, so I don't completely feel sorry for you."
As if right on cue, Arizona's heart sped up - the way it always does when Callie seems to touch her in any way. A grimace on her face, "I told you that you shouldn't move in with them."
Wrinkling her brow in confusion, "Uh. No, you didn't."
Shrugging, "Well, I was thinking it. I might not have said it, but I was definitely thinking it. Speaking of which, when are we painting your room?"
We. Arizona said we. An amused look on her face, "We?" Callie hoped that one day they could officially be referred to as: we. Oh god, they hadn't even been on a date yet and she was already thinking stuff like that.
"Yeah. We." Arizona confirmed, looking at Callie and explaining further, "You can't paint it yourself. You'll paint it all...dark and frowny colors."
Callie raised an eyebrow. "Dark and frowny?" Seeing Arizona smile in response, "I'm not taking your advice on colors. I don't want to live in a room that looks like its owned by a new-born baby, Arizona. You know- like yours does."
"A new-born baby? Are you kidding me?" Arizona asked in slight shock. Clenching her teeth, "What do you mean?"
Biting back a smirk at the look of mild annoyance on the blondes face, before declaring as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, "Your rooms yellow. Its actually yellow, Arizona," she repeated with a laugh. "If anybody needs to paint their room; its you, Robbins."
Pretending to be annoyed, voice teasing, "I'm really upset that you would say something like that to me." Loving the way Callie threw her head back in a deep husky laugh. That laugh, was officially one of her favorite sounds. Smiling widely, "We'll get you some color options. Don't stress it."
Hearing the front door open, they both turned their attention to see an obviously inebriated Teddy stumbling through it.
Turning her head to the two woman on the couch, "Hello, team mates." Walking slowly up the stairs, "Goodnight, team mates."
A dual goodnight was sent in Teddy's direction and Callie looked down at her watch. Eyes drawing together. Where had the past five hours went? Turning back to Arizona, "I should go. It's pretty late."
Nodding her head, standing up and pulling Callie with her, "Yeah, okay." Remembering the rules they discussed earlier, she dropped the soft hand and led them both towards the front door and opened it. Hovering at the side as Callie slowly walked past her, "Tonight was fun." They only sat and talked the whole time, but it was still fun. Anything they did together seemed to be fun.
Standing in the doorway, facing Arizona, a tight lipped smile on her face, "Yeah, it was. A fun non-date." Callie didn't think it was possible for Arizona to get any cuter, but the way the blonde just ducked her head smiling - dimples fully on show - just proved the Latina completely wrong. Shifting her body a fraction of an inch, "Okay. So I'll see you." A mega watt grin spread over her face when Arizona gripped her wrist and quickly pulled her back. Cocking her head, "Yeah?"
Pink lips were drew between white teeth, "I'm not completely satisfied with that goodbye." Arizona admitted and drew Callie into a hug, arms wrapping perfectly around her neck.
Pulling Arizona flush against her, inhaling that sweet strawberry shampoo encased in golden hair. Brown eyes fluttered closed on their own accord and the urge to press her lips to the blondes neck was ever present.
Arizona shuffled backwards and looked deep into Callie's eyes, "Thank you again for the tickets. I'm super excited for our date, Calliope."
A bright smile worked it's way on to Callie's face, "I can't pull the word super off like you can, but I'm also very excited for our date." Walking backwards down the driveway, still facing Arizona, "I'll see you."
Raising her hand, waving, "See you." Waiting until she saw Callie walk through the threshold of the house adjacent to her own, Arizona closed the front door and leaned against it. A dreamy look on her face. Arizona didn't know it, but the same look was on Callie's face at that exact moment.
It was eight months overdue, but they were finally going on a date.
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