Set in the far future.
Arizona looked up from her book and smiled as she watched Callie walk toward the opposite side of the bed. "You tired?" she prompted. It had been a busy day for them both.
Silently, Callie nodded and proved just how tired she was by collapsing onto the bed. She buried herself under the covers and, like a cat, curled up beside the blonde, eager to feel her warmth.
Arizona laughed at her wife's comically exhausted state. She brought her hand down, running her fingers through silky black hair.
"Mmm," Callie moaned contently as her eyes fell shut in relaxation. "Yes. So good. Keep doing that." She burrowed her head into Arizona's lap, insisting on more contact.
"Callie!" Arizona chuckled in surprise, but really, she was happy to oblige. And, as she refocused on A Thousand Splendid Suns, her nimble fingers continued stroking through black hair, rubbing the nape of a smooth neck, and affectionately scratching a strong trapezius.
"Can we call in sick tomorrow? The only times I've really seen you this past week have been in bed," Callie whined.
Arizona placed her book on the bedside table and looked at her wife with one raised eyebrow. "And you're complaining?" she teased.
Callie rolled her eyes. "We've been sleeping! We've been too tired to even talk to each other, much less do anything else!"
"I know," Arizona lamented, her fingers stopping their gentle rhythm and resting on Callie's back, instead. "We could talk now," she suggested.
"We're sleepy," Callie pouted. "Whereas tomorrow, we'll be full of energy." She cut her eyes toward Arizona's face, giving her a lecherous look.
Arizona laughed. "Callie Torres, I am all for a day spent alone in bed with you, but I'd rather save our sick days for an actual vacation." She clicked off her bedside lamp.
Callie lifted her head from her wife's lap, and Arizona laid down, turning on her side to face the brunette.
Callie loped her arm around Arizona's waist, pulling the smaller woman to her.
At the simple pleasure of Callie's soft curves melding against her own, Arizona felt her stomach flutter. "Hey," she whispered.
"Hey," Callie breathed, perusing Arizona's face with veneration and wonder.
Placing a wet kiss on plump red lips, Arizona prompted, "So talk to me. How was your day?" She lowered her head, latching her lips onto the column of a caramel neck.
"Uhhh." Callie closed her eyes, falling victim to the feeling of Arizona's hot, meandering mouth against her skin. "I had…a nine hour surgery," she finally verbalized haltingly. "Really bad car crash."
Her eyelids lifted as Arizona snapped her head up, meeting big brown eyes with worry. And, just like that, she went from wanton seductress to concerned protector within a mere second. "Is the patient okay?"
Callie nodded, smiling gratefully. "She's fine," she assured the blonde. "It took almost ten hours, but it paid off."
Arizona sighed in relief. "Good." All surgeons hated when their patients died, but Arizona knew Callie took the losses the hardest; she always blamed herself.
Arizona lovingly ghosted her thumb along a soft cheek. "She was lucky you were there." Callie was one of the best surgeons she knew.
Callie smiled, pecking Arizona on the lips. "I'm lucky you're here," she argued.
Arizona grinned, insisting, "We're both lucky." And that was how she felt. Together and apart, they had been through so much, but somehow, they had still made their way back to one another. And, for that, Arizona felt endlessly lucky. And grateful.
"Damn right," Callie conceded with a hoarse, tired voice. "Which is why I would like us to spend more time together."
"Me, too," Arizona assured her. "I'll plan something this weekend."
"Reeeally?" Callie drawled provocatively.
"Mmm-hmm," Arizona smirked. Then, in utter seriousness, she offered, "No, really, though. We'll get a sitter for Sof and go out and do something romantic. There's that fancy vegetarian Mexican restaurant you've been wanting to try."
"Ooh, good," Callie commented, practically delirious with sleep.
Arizona smiled as she watched Callie attempt to fight off her drooping eyelids. It was a battle she was losing. And fast.
Feeling close to sleep herself, she turned around in Callie's arms, nestling herself into the bigger woman's warm embrace.
"That place will get you into a dress," Callie added. She felt her temperature rise as she pictured Arizona in formalwear. "Right?"
Arizona shrugged coyly. "Maybe."
Feeling Arizona's shoulders shift against her, Callie pouted. She had hoped for a yes. So she pressed, "Do you think you could wear that red one I like?"
Arizona reached for Callie's hand, entwining their fingers. She wanted maximum contact. She wanted to touch every inch of the woman she loved – or at least as best she could. She closed her eyes, teasing, "Probably."
Even close to sleep, Callie smiled. She loved Arizona. Body and soul. Her whole essence. She loved every piece of Arizona, in the same way that Arizona loved every piece of her. And she loved showing it, both emotionally and physically. She loved bringing her wife pleasure in every way she could. She just wanted the woman she loved to feel good, constantly. Better yet if it was because of her. So again, she pressed, "Do you think we could make love all night afterwards?"
A slow, easy smile bloomed on Arizona's face. She placed a gentle, reverent kiss against Callie's hand. This time, instead of teasing, she promised the truth. "Definitely."