Calzona's first time sleeping in bed together after the cheating. (Season 10)
Callie sighed as she tossed the throw pillows off the bed. The night had come for Arizona to sleep in their bed again, and though Callie in many ways had craved her wife's body beside her own, she was also still so mad. Arizona had slept with someone else. While they were still married. It was unforgivable.
Arizona walked into the room from the bathroom and offered a soft smile.
Callie gave a sad smile in return, but it was almost painful for Arizona to look at. Callie still looked so beat down. There wasn't an ounce of joy or love in the smile, and it broke Arizona's heart.
"Callie." Arizona began pleadingly.
Callie whipped her head around to look at her. "What?"
Arizona's breath caught at the sharpness of Callie's voice. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Please. What can I do?"
Callie shook her head. "Let's just go to bed." She sat down on her side of the bed and pulled the blankets up to cover her lap.
Arizona sighed in defeat. She deftly removed her prosthetic and leaned it against the wall beside her bed. She turned off her lamp and shifted her body to lie down on her back.
Callie turned off the lamp on her bedside table, too, then lay down in a similar position—completely closed off. She and Arizona couldn't even look at each other: Callie was too angry and heartbroken, and Arizona was too scared and heartbroken.
Finally, Callie offered, "I'm trying, Arizona. I am. I'm trying to move past it. But it's hard, because when I close my eyes or when I look at you, all I can see are your hands touching that other woman the way you touch me."
Arizona turned on her side to face her wife. She wanted to reach out and touch her. She wanted to be her good man in the storm, but she couldn't. Because she was the storm. She was the reason for Callie's pain.
Callie shook her head and closed her eyes, willing the tears not to fall. "I just can't believe it, Arizona. This doesn't feel real."
Arizona took a shaky breath. "Calliope..." She reflexively reached out to touch her wife's arm, and Callie let her.
Callie sniffled. "I want us to fight for love and be together again, but I don't know how to forgive you for screwing someone else."
Arizona waited. She was at a loss. What could she do?
"And the worst thing about it all is that I just want you to hold me. Because I don't want to want that. Because I'm still so mad. But I do. It's all I want."
Arizona squeezed Callie's arm in attempt at reassurance. They weren't supposed to be like this. They were supposed to be happy and free of plane crashes and cheating. They weren't supposed to end up like this.
Arizona let out a shaky breath. "I get that you're still mad. You're trying to move past it, but you're still mad. I guess I deserve that. And I can't do anything to help you to stop imagining me and someone else, but I can hold you if you'll let me." She edged her body closer to Callie, indicating her intentions.
Callie drew in a quick unsteady breath. It scared her how much she craved intimacy with Arizona, even after everything. But she did. She craved Arizona's body like nothing else.
Finally, she turned her body to meet Arizona, who in turn wrapped herself tightly around Callie to give them each the comfort and touch they needed.
Callie felt her entire body and soul let out a sigh of relief as Arizona's arms tightened around her.
This would always be home to Callie. Arizona would always be her home.
She brought her arms around to embrace the blonde back, pulling their bodies tighter together.
Arizona exhaled tremulously at the increased contact, then allowed her head to settle in the crook between Callie's neck and shoulder. She inhaled Callie's signature fruit-scented shampoo and finally allowed herself to relax.
For the first time in weeks, the two women were able to fall asleep in mere minutes.
They were finally home.