Okay, no lie, this was inspired by a date I went on except this is romantic-er.

Since Callie had returned to Seattle—for good—and since she and Arizona had begun spending time together again, their relationship had changed. Big time.

No longer did they talk to one another or spend time together as a family purely due to a sense of obligation or "for Sofia." In fact, since Callie had come back, they often had spent time together on their own, and out of genuine desire.

Together, they were moving on from the past and creating something new. Once, their relationship had been fun, and then loving, and then stressful, and then blissful, and then hard for far too long.

Like everything in life—like them—their relationship had changed and transformed. Recently, it had become slower. More playful. And, as always, beautiful, regardless of which form it took.

Since Callie had returned to Seattle, there was no anger left to express. There were no apologies to give. Just forgiveness, time, affection, and kindnesses. They were creating something new. And better.

So far, they had been taking things slow. They had made very slow, tentative steps toward one another. Even though both Callie and Arizona were confident that their feelings were requited, they were timid. Each woman, heart fluttering with love and desire, waited anxiously for the other to make a move. In the meantime, they rekindled their respect, fascination, and adoration for one another, on a purely platonic basis.

Because, as much time as they had spent together during the past few weeks, it had been years since they'd touched. And, finally, they had both admitted to themselves: they were meant to be together. Mind, heart, soul, and body.

But, still, neither woman made a move. Not yet.

"So, what do you want to do?" Arizona handed Callie a glass of red wine as she plopped down on the opposite end of the couch.

Callie took a sip, already feeling a sense of warmth spread through her limbs. She guessed that was more due the fact that the woman she loved—and was attracted to, limitlessly—was a mere two feet away from her than the alcohol, but the wine certainly heightened the feeling. It might serve to lower her inhibitions, too.

Answering the blonde's question, Callie made a face. "I don't know." With Sofia asleep upstairs, they no longer could focus on anything but each other—which was good. Mostly. It just also meant that she was terrified because it was dark, it was late, they were so close, and she wanted Arizona even more right then than she ever had before.

Finally, she suggested, "We could talk?"

Slowly, Arizona's lips curled up into a wry smile. "What do you want to talk about?" she pressed, needing prompting. Personally, all she wanted to talk about was how much she wanted Callie, but she was too fearful to say that.

Swallowing the compulsion to close the distance between them and plant a reverent kiss on each of those full dimpled cheeks right then, Callie pursed her lips. "We could…play truth or dare?" She raised a playful eyebrow, hoping to conceal her self-consciousness.

Arizona laughed. "Calliope, we're not in high school."

"I know," Callie defended. "But…" She shrugged, suddenly bashful. "I want to get to know you, again. And the game makes it easy. We can just…ask what we want to know."

"That's true," Arizona relented, feeling her heart fill with love at the way Callie blushed. Her face was as red as the wine.

Fighting the urge to reach out and wrap her arms around the taller woman, Arizona softened, "Okay. I'll go first. Truth or dare?"

Callie's brows flew up.

Expectantly, Arizona waited.

"Um…" Callie cleared her throat. "Truth."

Arizona bit her lip, thinking of a question. She decided to start simple, asking a question she realized she might not know the answer to, anymore. "What's your favorite food?"

Callie didn't even have to think before she answered. Simple. "Razzis Pizza."

Surprised, Arizona blinked at her. "Still?" she wondered. That had been the pizza place she had introduced Callie to on their first night together. It had been her place, and it had become their place.

Callie nodded. "Always." That had never changed. The pizza had always made her think of Arizona. And of so many good memories.

Arizona smiled, oddly touched by the simple statement.

"Your turn," Callie decided, fixing her attention to the blonde. "Truth or dare?"

Arizona turned her entire body toward her in preparation. "Truth," she decided solemnly.

Callie crossed her arms in concentration, wanting to think of a good question. Finally, she decided on a tougher one. "If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?"

Arizona considered that for a second, then confidently replied, "I wouldn't." Finally, she had come to terms with everything. Even her missing leg. It was part of her. It was part of what made her who she was.

"Well," she amended after a minute, chuckling, "I might get rid of my authority issues or stubbornness…"

Callie shook her head, laughing along with her. "You're not allowed to. Those are some of my favorite things about you. And that was a good answer," she added, turning serious. "Don't change anything."

"Well, it's not like I have a choice, anyway," Arizona countered. To hide her widening smile, she took a sip of wine, holding it up to her lips for a few extra seconds.

"Truth or dare?"

Callie straightened up. "Truth."

Arizona's azure eyes scanned her face, her stomach swelling with butterflies. She attempted to smother them, but still, her voice wavered a little when she asked, "What's been the best thing about this year?"

Meeting her intent, heart-stopping gaze, Callie told the truth. "Coming home. Making the decision to come back and be…where I belong." Shyly, she smiled. "This feels right." She might as well have just come out and said I'm madly in love with you.

Arizona nodded. "It does," she breathed. Almost inaudibly, she added, "It feels really right." And it did. Callie there, in her house, on her couch, in her space, in her every thought, felt right. For once, she felt like she was where she belonged, too. And, for once, home actually felt like home. With Callie, she was home.

"Truth or dare?"

Arizona shook her head as if clearing it. "Dare," she decided, hoping for something good. Maybe she'll dare me to be honest with her about how I feel, she hoped. She just needed a little push.

"I, um," Callie paused. There were a lot of dares she wanted to make: I dare you to want me. I dare you to keep wanting me. I dare you to love me, and keep loving me, and keep loving me, and keep loving me. Forever. Instead, dully, she offered, "I dare you to tell me a joke."

Arizona gave her a look. That so hadn't been the dare she'd been hoping for. "Seriously?"

"Why not?" Callie countered, attempting to quell her crushing desire with humor. "You know I love jokes!"

"Fine," Arizona surrendered, chuckling. "Let me think." Callie was just as nervous as she was. She could see that then.

But, deciding to play along, she sat leaned against the back of the couch and closed her eyes.

Callie watched her, feeling her own heart flutter in her chest. It would've been so easy just to close the distance…

Finally, Arizona opened her eyes. "Okay," she decided. "Sofia told me this one the other day."

Callie playfully slapped her hand over her face. "Oh, no," she groaned. "Now I'm worried." Sofia, like her, was known to tell some pretty horrendous jokes. Cute as they were, they were corny.

Arizona affectionately rolled her eyes. "You'll love it, trust me." She paused. "Okay. Why can't you hear the pterodactyl in the bathroom?"

Tentatively, Callie prompted, "Why…?"

Arizona grinned. "Because his pee is silent."

"Oohhhh," Callie groaned, laughing. "That's terrible."

Arizona laughed, too.

"Really terrible."

"I know," Arizona agreed. "I love it."

Callie grinned, momentarily lost in the moment. The way Arizona looked at her…

"Okay," she straightened up a second later, recentering herself. Whether or not she or Arizona were brave enough to make a move that night, she was suddenly confident that it would happen sometime. They had a connection. They had chemistry. They were obviously attracted to each other. Big time. She could see how much Arizona wanted her. She could read it in her cyanic eyes. "My turn again."

"Okay," Arizona breathed, perusing flawless caramel face, her body tingling when she met those big brown sex-eyes. "Truth or dare?"

Refusing to even blink, Callie decided, "Dare." There. She had given Arizona an invitation. She could only hope that Arizona would accept it. Hoping.

Hoping.

Instinctively, Arizona's eyes focused on Callie's pillowy lips, and she licked her own.

Callie gulped.

Breathless with desire, Arizona forced her gaze back up to meet browns. "I dare you…"

Callie subconsciously leaned closer.

"I dare you to kiss me."

One beat.

Then: "Finally," Callie breathed, surging forward and cradling Arizona's neck in her smooth, gentle hands. She lowered her mouth to delicious pink lips at the exact moment she heard Arizona's breath hitch in her throat, two porcelain arms encircling her waist and yanking her closer, both women ravenous.

And then, a minute later, Arizona was leaning away from her, and Callie was receptive enough to pull back herself, worrying, "What's wrong? Did you not…Should I not-"

Immediately, Arizona was shaking her head, desperate to put an end to Callie's panic. "I just want to…" She trailed off, opting instead to show the brunette what she wanted to do.

She pulled up her loose pants above her knee so that she could expertly remove the prosthesis that hampered her movements and couldn't bend the way a normal leg would.

Callie knit her eyebrows together, her eyes flashing between Arizona's hands and face until the prosthetic leg was carefully placed on the carpet below. "Are you okay?" she worried.

Arizona nodded, pushing Callie back and grabbing a throw-pillow as she climbed over her. I'm good," she promised, straddling her—resting her left thigh on the pillow for balance, the other leg bent and flush against Callie's hip and thigh. She looked up into warm brown eyes, hoping to still see that fire reflected in them. "Now, I'm good."

And, immediately, Callie's hands found the dough of Arizona's ass, pulling her body tightly against her own as they shared a searing kiss.

It had been weeks of sexual frustration while they had reconnected emotionally, months of misguided distance before that, and years of denial about how they felt about each other.

They were mad about each other. And with Arizona's simple dare, all that love and desire and madness had surfaced.

Finding the hem of the brunette's shirt, Arizona flattened her palms against her hot, bare, tanned spine, moaning at the way Callie pulled her in closer, those strong hands kneading.

Callie's mouth devoured the sound—and, god, those lips—absolutely engorged with desire. She was lost in her love, and desire, and feeling of home-ness, lost in Arizona's control, consuming caresses, and kisses, all suction.

As the fire ignited between her legs, it was only automatic, the way Arizona began grinding down against Callie's lap. It didn't matter how slow they had been taking things, or how slowly they had intended to go—she wanted Callie as much as Callie wanted her, and that was all she cared about.

Drunk on kisses, her body vibrating, Callie's wanton hands ran over Arizona's back, her shoulders, her neck, and finally landed on her cheeks, pulling away just enough to catch her breath.

She stared at Arizona as her half-lidded eyes refocused, and their sweet breaths mingled as they looked and looked at each other.

Callie's thumb traced down a smooth cheek as she breathlessly whispered, "Truth or dare?"

Arizona looked at her, confused, but she played along. "Truth."

Callie's tingling hands found a lithe waist, resting there and keeping her grounded. "Do you love me?"

Arizona's breath shuddered out. She was vulnerable in every sense of the word. Naked. But she trusted Callie. She trusted Callie with her love. And with her vulnerability. And with everything else.

A hint of a smile graced her lips, and she nodded. "I do."

Callie could have burst into birdsong, but instead, she just smiled, vowing, "I love you, too."

Arizona dimpled, her heart threatening to fly away in its rapture. "Truth or dare," she countered.

With a gleam in her eye, Callie braved: "Dare."

Between kisses peppered on deliciously smooth, endlessly warm, neck and jaw, Arizona verbalized, "I dare you to keep loving me."

Solemn, Callie met sapphire eyes, and she nodded almost imperceptibly.

With her eyes fluttering shut, Arizona leaned in, capturing full lips in a kiss. And, in that moment, everything that they hadn't said—everything that could never be said—was said: with the mouths, lips, fingers, legs, hands, scents, and touches of skin.

Both women knew they would keep loving each other, dare or not. They would spend the rest of their lives together. It was a choice they had made long ago—a vow they had made to one another—and, more than ever, it was destined to happen.

They knew it was true.

They were made for each other.