Set during that final night in 11x05.

P.S. Several of these lines were borrowed / stolen from The Fosters!

When, at last, her ears stopped ringing and her heartbeat slowed from the strength of the multiple orgasms she had experienced, Arizona squeezed Callie's hand – a symbol of oneness and connection.

She turned on her side, facing her wife, and Callie responded in turn. Slowly – almost reverently – she trailed her fingers down Callie's shoulder and breast, watching as caramel skin puckered with tiny goosebumps. "I missed you," she breathed. Unblinking, she met loving, black-as-night eyes.

Callie smiled. She leaned in, her lips softly brushing those of her wife, before regretfully pulling away. "I missed you, too," she swore. "I hated that you wouldn't talk to me."

Arizona frowned, her expression darkening. "Did you add that to your 'hate list'?" Their therapist had instructed that they each construct a list of what they loved and hated most about each other. The thought of all the terrible words Callie must have written down had haunted her since.

"No," Callie expelled a sharp breath, shaking her head in dissent. "Arizona, almost everything I wrote ended up on the love list."

Arizona gave her a look of disbelief. How could that be?

"It did," Callie promised. "Whenever I thought of something that drives me crazy about you," she smiled, "I immediately wanted to come to your defense."

Arizona's eyes widened.

"Because I know why you wouldn't talk to me. It's because you care so much and want us to stay together. I know you tend to jump to conclusions because you've been through so much. And I know you always make me bring the bags of Sofia's outgrown clothes to Goodwill because of the one time you went into that storage closet and saw that huge spider."

Arizona laughed, and Callie grinned. Arizona's voice, giggle, chuckle, and laughter together made up her favorite genre of music.

"I don't think those lists were meant to make us focus on all the bad stuff," she maintained. And they hadn't. There was bad stuff, sure, but there was so much good. There was so much love.

Arizona leaned in, dropping a devoted kiss onto full lips. Part of her knew that she should have been studying for her surgery with Dr. Herman, but a bigger part of her believed that this – this reconnection with her wife – was more important. So, instead of going back to her jello mold, she allowed Callie to entwine their legs. She pulled her wife impossibly closer, reveling in their physical, emotional, and psychic connection.

Callie burrowed her nose in feathery blonde hair, inhaling the woman who meant more to her than anything else. If she hadn't yet written "your scent" on her love list, it was something she desperately needed to do. Arizona smelled like home.

They fell into comfortable, sated stillness, nearing sweet slumber, until Arizona broke the silence.

"This is my favorite part," she stated, her voice slurred with sleep.

"Of tonight?" Callie wondered, eyes still closed.

Callie felt the subtle movement as Arizona slowly shook her head. Her lips quirked up. "Of everything."