Prompt: How about... a first snowfall of the year tradition. [Set in season 6]
Callie loved days off. To her, a perfect day off required a long, lazy lie, snuggly morning sex with her gorgeous girlfriend, and a fattening home-cooked breakfast, preferably enjoyed whilst naked in bed.
Cocooned in the warmth of her bed and hovering somewhere between asleep and awake, Callie hadn't noticed the departure of her girlfriend. Not until the blonde came sprinting back into the room, shrieking loudly as she practically jumped on top of Callie.
"Oomf!" The brunette huffed, startled by the intrusion. "What the…"
"First snow! First snow!" Arizona squealed, kissing her girlfriend's pouting lips.
"What?" Callie cocked her brow.
"First snowfall of the season, Callie! Get up! Get up!" Arizona giggled, grabbing the brunette's hand and hoisting her into a sitting position.
Despite the absorbing blue eyes and scrumptious dimples just inches from her face, Callie was having trouble coming to terms with the fact that her gloriously lazy day off was slipping further and further from her grasp.
Again, Arizona kissed pouting lips, smiling against Callie as the brunette conceded, allowing her girlfriend the access she craved. All too quickly, however, the blonde pulled away, grabbing Callie's hand again.
"You'll love this, I promise."
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"I am not loving this, Arizona." Callie gritted through chattering teeth. They were standing in line to swap their snow boots for ice skates. Behind them was a large, nearly empty ice rink. Being that it was only 8am, most other sensible people were spending their day off still snuggled in bed.
"You will, Calliope." The blonde promised.
"Ever since Tim and I were old enough to stand our parents always took us skating whenever the first snow fell. It just sort of became a tradition."
Callie watched her girlfriend's smile grow as she remembered her brother. She found a chilled hand, taking it in hers.
"Well I grew up in Miami. I didn't go ice-skating until I was a teenager, and I'm pretty sure I've never been since. I think you might spend the morning getting me off my ass."
Arizona grinned as a dirty comment began to slip from her lips. Callie quickly pressed hers to the blonde's, effectively silencing her.
"So can we get something to eat first?" The brunette pleaded, her stomach beginning to protest its emptiness.
"Oh, yes! That little stall over there does the most amazing hot cocoa and croissants. Do you want to stay in line for the skates and I'll grab us some breakfast?"
Callie chuckled as Arizona headed off in the direction of the food stall.
"Only if you tell them to infuse mine with espresso!"
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Nearly two hours later, Callie was finally getting the hang of ice-skating. She'd fallen more times than she could count, but Arizona had been there to help her back up and dust her off. The blonde was fast and confident on the ice, and watching her was quickly becoming one of Callie's favorite things.
"Hey pretty lady." Arizona grinned, coming up behind Callie and taking her hands. She spun, skating backwards as Callie skated forwards, their gloved hands linked.
"Hey beautiful. Having fun?"
The brunette watched dimples pop onto her girlfriend's chilled cheeks as she nodded.
"You know, since Tim died I've not actually done this. I've not wanted to and I thought it would be horrible without him." Arizona admitted quietly.
"I'm sorry." Callie spoke softly, holding Arizona's hands tightly as they skated.
"Don't be." The blonde smiled, slowing enough for Callie to come closer, their lips meeting in a chaste kiss.
"It's even better with you."