Callie and Arizona go to Starbucks before work. (Early Season 7?)
"Wake up, pretty lady," Arizona whispered, kissing Callie's cheek.
"Nooo," Callie shoved a pillow over her face, refusing to face the light of day and the cold outside.
Arizona's musical laugh filled the room, making Callie smile from under her pillow, even in her grumpy half-asleep state.
"Come on," Arizona insisted, attempting to grab the pillow. "If you hurry, we'll have time to stop for coffee."
"Fine," Callie growled in defeat.
"Yay!" Arizona cheered, always perky.
Quickly, both women shrugged into their jeans, blouses, and boots, applied their makeup, and headed for the door.
"Mmm," Callie hummed approvingly when she took a second to look at Arizona. "You look hot." She ran her tongue over her bottom lip unwillingly.
"You're one to talk," Arizona grinned, running her index finger down Callie's silky blouse over her warm, soft skin.
Callie shuddered with pleasure at the gentle touch. She grabbed Arizona's hand, "Need coffee. Come on."
The two women walked hand-in-hand to the Starbucks by the apartment and hospital. Callie held open the door. "After you," she grinned. Arizona curtsied amusingly. "Thank you," she chirped.
Once inside, Callie ordered a cappuccino and Arizona ordered a latte. They sat at a nearby booth as they waited for their drinks.
"Callie!" A barista called from behind the bar, signifying that her drink was ready. Callie stood up to retrieve it.
A minute later: "Are— Zone?" The college-aged kid was struggling to read the name scribbled on the cup.
Arizona went up and grabbed it. "Arizona," she smiled. "Thanks."
The young guy looked at her smile and blushed. "That's pretty. The cup definitely doesn't say that, though."
Arizona sashayed toward Callie as she attempted to read the name on the cup. The kid was right. It definitely said "A. R. E. Z. O. N. E." Not even close.
"Look at this," she showed Callie the scrawl.
"Arezone?" Callie asked. "That ain't right."
Arizona laughed. "How hard is it to spell "Arizona"? It's a frickin' state!"
Callie shrugged as they continued walking to Seattle-Grace. "They were kinda close."
Arizona leveled a look at Callie. "Seriously? No they weren't! That's like if they had called you Qually."
"Qually?" Callie giggled. "What kind of name is that?"
"Exactly!" Arizona huffed.
Callie slid her arm around the blonde's back, pulling them close enough that they were walking as one body rather than two.
"Look, I'll make it up to you." Suddenly, Callie's voice lowered in volume and octave as she whispered into Arizona's ear, "Tonight, I'll yell out your name the way it should be pronounced, and then I'll continue to show off my excellent oral sex skills by spelling it the way it should be spelled on you for an hour straight, or however long it takes."
Arizona felt a wanton ache build in the pit of her abdomen and held her breath to avoid moaning aloud.
Callie grinned, straightening and returning to her usual, professional self now that they had walked through the doors of the hospital. "Sound good?"
Arizona looked up at her. "Sounds more than good," she put her fingers through Callie's belt loops and pulled her in for a quick kiss. Callie happily met her halfway.
Then, Arizona backed away, heading toward the Peds Ward. "I've gotta go."
"Me, too," said Callie, backing up in the opposite direction. "Until tonight, Arezone." She threw her head back and guffawed before finally turning and sauntering away gleefully.
Arizona rolled her eyes and smirked, not even fazed. She could only think of how fun their night would be.