Callie comforting a sick Arizona. (Post 10x18)
"Look at that," Arizona began weakly, looking at the thermometer. "101 degree fever. Yay."
"Yay," Callie agreed sarcastically, sitting on the edge of the of the bed where her wife was curled up in the fetal position. "You really do have the superpower."
"Some superpower," Arizona scoffed, laughing.
Callie rubbed her hand along the blonde's outer thigh affectionately. "What can I do? We both know I'm just going to get sick anyway, so how can I help? There's no harm in speeding up the process; at least we can be sick and stuck at home at home together." She chuckled.
"That could almost be fun," Arizona swallowed, closing her eyes. The pain in her stomach was brutal— a sharp pain that couldn't be ameliorated with Advil and that wouldn't let her sleep.
She felt the bed dip as Callie climbed in on the other side of her. Soon, she felt Callie's warmth against her back.
"Mmm," Arizona sighed approvingly, settling against her wife. Callie kissed Arizona's hair and put her hand on her shoulder, tracing soothing lines up and down her arm.
Arizona smiled to herself, "I could kiss you right now."
Callie chortled. "Don't. I love you, but ew. Germs. Just try to sleep."
She exhaled contently. She yawned. "Okay. 'Night."
"'Night," Callie yawned in response.
Arizona fell asleep surprisingly easily, and Callie quickly followed suit, easing into sleep as her fingers continued softly running up and down her wife's hot skin.