CHAPTER 32- LOST IN LOVE
"Does he have red hair?"
"Nope!" Sofia shrieked happily. "Does yours have glasses?"
Amelia carefully closed the front door and quickly took her shoes and coat off before exploring around the house, a tad confused because she couldn't figure out from where her daughter's and girlfriend's voices were coming from. She quickly found the reason she hadn't been able to place their muffled voices though. In the middle of their living room were assemble about every single blanket they owned and then some. The neurosurgeon could make out the top shape of the back of a few chairs, a few clothes pegs were here and there and what looked an awful lot like the electrical cord of Sofia's fairy lights could be seen coming out of the left corner. She knelt in front of a fallen blanket that she assumed to be the pretend-front-door and lightly knocked onto the soft material.
"Knock knock."
"Who is it?" Sofia's voice came from inside.
"Amelia."
"'Melia!" the little girl bolted out of the blanket fort and catapulted herself into the brunette's arms. "You're back!"
Amelia stumbled backwards at the surprising yet still welcomed rush and landed onto her butt at the forceful crash, which turned out to be much more stable than kneeling anyway. She softly hugged her daughter tighter and her little body melted into hers until the Latina had the adult supporting all of her weight, the smell of artificial strawberry of Sofia's shampoo tickled Amelia's nose.
"Hello sweetheart," she dropped a sweet kiss onto her forehead and pushed a few dark locks away from her face. "What are you still doing in your PJ's after lunch?"
"We're having a Saturday PJ's!"
The blanket door was push aside and Arizona's face appeared. She crawled out, cautious since she didn't have her prosthetic on, and Amelia noticed the blonde was indeed wearing her pajamas too.
"Hello love," the blonde greeted with a warm smile.
The neurosurgeon couldn't help but reciprocate. "Hey you," she pecked her cheek. "I'm confused," she frowned at their daughter and then looked up at her girlfriend with a puzzled face, "Sunday are PJ's day, not Saturdays."
"I know but it's been raining non-stop since we woke up and there's only so much you can do with a child indoors so I thought we could go the distance and do a full PJs week-end."
"I like this idea a lot. We shall totally do that every time it rains on week-ends."
"Yes! Week-end PJ's! Week-end PJ's!" Sofia chanted exaltedly.
"You do know we live in Seattle and it rains fairly often, right?" Arizona chuckled with a raised eyebrow.
"Exactly," Amelia smirked. "So, do I get a tour of this blanket mansion or what?"
"It's a fort, not a mansion, silly," Sofia teased. "Te gusta?"
Amelia pursed her lips and looked at Arizona questioningly, not knowing what Sofia was saying and hoping the blonde would help her out. She was extremely proud that Sofia was being raised as a bilingual kid. It would certainly turn out to be useful when she'd grow up and it was such a culturally important part of her Latin-American legacy, but as of now, it still left Amelia struggling. She was getting better at it but Arizona was her to-go-to person when she was lost in translation.
"Do you like it?" Arizona discreetly mouthed, trying not to giggle at her partner's perplexed face.
"Thanks," she mouthed back before turning her attention back to their kid. "Do I like it? I love it! It's enormous though. How much time did you it take you guys to build all of this?"
"I dunno, most of the morning. And mommy said since it's so big and it took us so long, we get to keep it up for a few days."
"Thank you Mommy, you're the best," Amelia cued lovingly and kissed her girlfriend chastely on the lips.
Sofia finally walked out of the neurosurgeon's embrace and crawled back under the sea of hanging blankets, followed by the two adults.
"Wow, I can see you why it took you so much time."
Sofia's lights were hanging from the blanket ceiling with the help of a few chairs and strategically-placed safety pins. There were more pillows than the neurosurgeon could count. For a moment, she wondered if the girls had robbed a store because she wasn't even sure they owned that many pillows. Arizona's laptop was set up into a corner, background noise filling up the cozy space.
"Mommy helped me put my lights up so it's not too dark and we took aaaaaaaall the pillows so it's like, a ball pool but with pillows," she accentuated her point by falling onto them carelessly with a loud huff. "But she said we can't have a pillow fight into the blanket fort porque we might make it crumble."
"Mommy's no fun," Amelia sent a teasing smirk to the blonde next to her.
"Oh, fuck off," Arizona whispered with a giggle so only Amelia could hear.
"And it's password protected so people who aren't invited can't come in."
"The password is Sofia's birthday," Arizona told her.
"Oh, so December fifth then?" she asked.
Sofia giggled. "You know that's not my cumpleaños Amelia!"
"Oh, you're right. This is Zola's birthday. Your's June twenty-sixth."
Sofia giggled even harder. "Stop being silly! I know you know when my cumpleaños is."
"Yes I do. May ninth. How could I ever forget the day my favorite stinking cute munchkin came to the world?"
The brunette extended her arms and gently tickled the little girl's feet, which earned her a chuckle.
"So what were you guys playing at?" she asked to Arizona.
"Who is it. Sofia won first round, this is our second."
"How about I play with you? Help you win?" she said sweetly as she tenderly squeezed the other woman's thigh.
"I could use a good luck charm. That alright with you Sof'?"
"Vale," she nodded and sat up crisscross in front of her game.
Arizona mirrored her daughter and sat in front of her set, where only a few faces were down. The neurosurgeon sat behind her with her legs on each side of the blonde's, she tucked her head onto her shoulder and wrapped her arms around her midsection, glad she could hold the woman she cared about close to her after a long shift.
"Okay, so does he have a hat?"
Eventually after two more games of who it is, they grew bored so they cleaned it up.
"What do you want to play to, sweetie?"
"Hum… I spy!"
"Okay, would you like to start?"
She eagerly nodded and lay down. "I spy with my little ojo… something blue."
Both women decided to do the same and lay down next to her. It wasn't as comfortable as a real bed but the outrageous amount of pillows there made it pretty okay.
"Is it some design on this blanket?" Arizona asked, her pointer finger showing the blanket right above hers and Amelia's heads.
"Nope."
"Is it some design on that blanket then?" she tried again.
"No."
"This one?"
"Neither."
"What about that one?"
"Please Sof', tell us it's not a design on a blanket or a pillow 'cause we could be here all night otherwise," Amelia almost begged.
"I'm not giving you any hint," Sofia stuck her tongue out playfully.
"I wouldn't be so sure, honey. Mr Tickles can prove himself to be quite convincing," Arizona teased her and wiggled her fingers around.
"No! No tickles por favor! It's not on a blanket or a pillow, I swear."
Eventually Sofia won the first round. It turned out she had been spying the pastel blue carpet but since it had been littered with pillows and hence barely visible, both surgeons hadn't thought of it and had given up. It was currently Arizona's turn. After a few guesses, the brunette realized that Sofia wasn't participating anymore. She turned her head to look over, only to find Sofia sleeping with her mouth wide open. Her heart swelled inside her chest at how cute and peaceful she looked in this very moment.
"Arizona, look."
"I spy with my little eye one very tired princess," Arizona whispered, a relaxed smile forming on her mouth at the sight.
"And I spy with my little eye one very sore neck if she naps in here. I'll get her to bed."
She pecked her girlfriend before gently picking Sofia up and taking her to bed. She came back a few moments later and she popped her head inside the blanket fort.
"Would you be interested in a cup of coffee?"
"Pretty please?"
"Be back in two."
The neurosurgeon came back a few minutes later with a tray, two warm coffees and a few pieces of chocolate sitting on it.
"There we go."
Arizona carefully pushed a few pillows around so Amelia could lay the tray directly onto the floor. Sitting it on top of the pillows seemed like an accident waiting to happen.
"Thank you."
"You're very welcome," she replied as she sat next to her.
"You got us chocolate?" she asked with an eyebrow raised up, her tone surprised.
"I think we need more chocolate in our everyday life," Amelia shrugged. "Treat ourselves."
"We do," Arizona offered a piece to Amelia who happily opened her mouth to eat it and then took a piece for herself.
The blonde let the other woman settle down next to her before wrapping her arm around her shoulders. Amelia's body sank further into her side, happy to just chill with Arizona and watch the tiny bright colorful bricks of whatever game the pediatric surgeon was playing on her phone passing by. She moaned softly when Arizona started to run her fingers through her hair. Eventually, the blonde ran out of lives so she switched to her snapchat app instead.
"Uh, uh. No pictures. This lightning is terrible," Amelia complained.
"Yeah, like you could look anything less than amazing," Arizona said in an almost-bored tone and rolled her eyes. She pouted playfully, "Pretty please? For me?"
"Fine, but only because you know I can't resist your cute face," she complied grumpily.
Honestly, she didn't really mind. She loved taking pictures with her family. She didn't know exactly when it had started but she was slowly turning into that annoying person who was showing their kids' and family pictures to everyone willing to see, shoving her happiness straight into their faces. Arizona and Sofia were radiant, one would be crazy to not want thousands of pictures of them.
"Yes! Thank you," she pecked her lips.
"I think that deserves a little more than a peck. I'm being extra-compliant here," she whined and made sad puppy eyes at the other woman.
"Come here, you dork," the blonde gently tugged at her shirt to pull her closer.
Plump lips melted against Amelia's tenderly as a hand cupped her cheek, slowly caressing the smooth skin back and forth with her thumb. Amelia gently grabbed the back of Arizona's neck to pull her even closer and sighed contently. The pediatric surgeon took advantage, her tongue slipping into her partner's mouth. She moaned quietly when she felt her lover respond to the kiss, the hand resting onto the back of her neck tightening its hold ever so slightly. Out of breath, Amelia pulled away.
"Better?"
"Definitely better," the brunette said, still in a daze.
They took their time, playing around with whatever filters Arizona wanted, doing silly faces as well as cute ones... After taking about one hundred pictures, the pediatric surgeon finally took what she thought was the perfect one.
"I think that's my new background picture right here."
"Can you send it to me? I love it."
"Of course," she quickly sent it and put her phone aside. The pediatric surgeon kissed her forehead and suggested, "Movie?"
"Documentary about flat earth society?" she asked back with a knowing smirk.
"Sure," the other woman chuckled, knowing exactly what Amelia was implying. "Why don't you go and change into your pajamas while I get the documentary ready?"
"Kay," she got up and cleaned up the tray.
Arizona grabbed her laptop and put it in the middle before re-arranging the pillows so they would be more comfortable. The brunette came back, finally dressed to relax. Arizona opened her arms widely with a warm smile. Amelia couldn't resist even if she tried and lay down, her body sinking into her partner's embrace.
"God, you feel so soft. Don't ever change."
The pediatric surgeon giggled and hugged her closer, "I promise. Ready?"
Arizona felt Amelia nod into the crook of her neck so she pressed play. Halfway through the documentary, Amelia's mind started to wander, too distracted by the affectionate lower back skin rubbing happening to focus on the screen anymore.
She looked up from her place onto the blonde's shoulder only to see her watching at the report. Her lips strolled onto her lover's jaw, peppering kisses as she worked her way up until she stumbled upon Arizona's ear. The loud intake of breath coming from her partner's lips let her know she was heading in the right direction so she carried on, lightly tugging onto the sensitive earlobe with a hint of teeth and soothing the small bite right after with her lips. She hummed onto the skin behind it and happily watched the shivers appear.
The hand on her lower back stilled just as a moan escaped the pediatric surgeon's throat, her bright blue eyes closing onto their own accords, which made Amelia smile proudly. Her grin was cut short however. Not missing a beat, Arizona tangled her hand into dark hair and roughly guided her mouth against hers, crashing them together desperately. Surprised, Amelia gasped and Arizona wasted no time in thrusting her tongue into her mouth. Amelia quickly caught up though, reciprocating the kiss with as much fervency and as much passion as the blonde was giving her.
In the blink of an eye, the blonde gently pushed the other woman onto her back and settled herself in between her legs. Arizona's right elbow landed next to Amelia's head for support while her other hand firmly grabbed the back of her right thigh and held it close to her hip. Every single inch of the blonde's upper body was pressing against hers, yet Amelia was craving more. She always wanted to feel more of Arizona. More skin, more soft whimpers, more out-of-breath I love you's…
Out of breath, they both broke the kiss. The pediatric surgeon's mouth strolled down her neck, sucking and biting every square inch of tender skin she was encountering. Amelia's hands hiked their way up under the other woman's top, her fingertips grazing along her spine, feeling every vertebra and every shiver as she went.
"You know, I never did it in a blanket fort," the neurosurgeon confided in a breathy tone, the familiar fire of lust and want slowly but surely growing inside her lower belly.
"There's a first time for everything," Arizona chuckled against her skin and placed one last kiss onto her neck before finding her partner's mouth once more.
The grip onto Amelia's thigh tightened and Arizona's curves pressed harder against hers as her hips leisurely rolled into her. Arizona could feel Amelia losing focus into their kisses as fingers were fumbling around with her bra, obviously struggling to get it off. She pulled away with a laugh, her eyes looking into her girlfriend's darkened ones.
"May I help you?" she asked with an amused smirk.
The brunette huffed in annoyance at her own clumsiness. "Fine."
Arizona sat up, the sudden lack of contact receiving a whine from Amelia. She discarded her pajama top, throwing it away carelessly to reveal the basic black undergarment she was wearing along pale silky skin. Amelia's eyes shamelessly stared at her chest, eager to witness the other woman's boobs finally spill out of their restrictive cups. When the pediatric surgeon's hand trailed up her belly and stopped in between her breasts with a smirk, Amelia thought she was in for a show. However Arizona snapped open her bra's front closure and suddenly, Amelia was filled with a feeling of utter betrayal as well as arousal.
"I fumbled around for like, two minutes and it was a front closure all along?" she said, her voice a pitch higher than usual and her tone appalled.
"I would have told you sooner but you were so damn determined," the blonde teased playfully and lay back on top of Amelia.
"Since when do we even own front closure bras?"
"We?" Arizona raised an eyebrow. "We don't own anything. I own front closure bras since I bought them yesterday."
"A little warning would have been nice."
"Promise to next time, ma'am. Now can we keep on making out or do you want to keep on complaining?" she pecked her lips.
"Oh please do. Do not let me distract you."
"You always distract me," the pediatric surgeon giggled and her lips flew to Amelia's pulse point, sucking at the flesh and letting it go just before it could leave a bruise. "You're so stunning, it's very hard to think straight with you around."
"Insert gay joke right here," Amelia kidded.
Her hands wandered up the blonde's sides until they reached their goal and cupped her finally-free boobs. Arizona nibbled not so gently at her skin in lieu of a verbal warning and her partner hissed in reply, her hips bucking and her hands squeezing her breasts. Arizona couldn't help but groan at the sudden but definitely appreciated caresses, she could feel her nipples growing hard into Amelia's palms and a warm wave of lust ran through her body.
"Shut up, you know what I meant."
"I know exactly what you meant. I get sidetracked by you all the time."
"Do you, now?"
"Yes," she answered as her fingers stroked and softly pulled at the pointy rosy buds, only satisfied with herself when Arizona leaned into the touch with an encouraging moan.
"What's the hottest thing about me?"
"Your smarty brain, duh. It's like crazy attractive."
Trust the neurosurgeon to find your brain attractive, Arizona thought. While it was kind of weird, it was also kind of cute. It felt incredibly gratifying to have one of the best neurosurgeons in the world complimenting her intellect, never mind saying it was sexiest thing about her. Amelia's words reverberated through her entire being and Arizona felt on top of the world right now, more turned on than she'd like to admit.
"I love you so damn much," she blurted out, almost like a reflex.
The brunette's eyes searched for hers and she took a few seconds to study her partner's face, to take in the perfectness that was Arizona Robbins. She cupped one of her cheek, with such delicacy Arizona almost felt like fine China under her girlfriend's fingertips.
"I'm in love with you too, Arizona," the sincerity in her voice and the honesty shining in her eyes left no place for uncertainty or distrust.
It was simply a fact. Like her name was Amelia, and they needed oxygen to breath, and the earth was round (or flat if the people they weren't listening to from the documentary playing in the background were right), and they were in love. Each statement was an undeniable truth.
The blonde's lips curled up into the widest smile the neurosurgeon had ever seen and Arizona turned her head to kiss her partner's palm. She then captured her lips into a searing kiss, her tongue delving right into Amelia's mouth as she tried her best to convey how she was feeling.
The pediatric surgeon's hand trailed down her neck until it reached her chest, squeezing a breast through her pajamas. Her hips thrust forward repetitively slow, not rocking forward enough for it to be satisfying for Amelia but still just enough to make her squirm and pant.
"How do you want me, honey?" Arizona asked, still a little out of breath from kissing.
"Fin-fingers please. I wan-nna look at your face when I-I come."
The blonde dropped a peck onto her lips and settled her own body close to the other woman's, half lying onto the pillows surrounding them, half lying onto the brunette. Her fingers played for a few moments with the elastic band around her hips, as if she was hesitating to give in to Amelia's request. The brunette rolled her hips, painfully aware that Arizona was dragging it out because she was enjoying watching her get all wet and bothered. Except it wasn't such a fun game to play anymore when she was already a dripping mess and aching for her lover's touch.
"Arizona, I-"
"Shhh, I'm going to take care of you, I promise," the pediatric surgeon cut her off and leaned in for a kiss.
Just as their lips crashed, Arizona's hand crawled in the small shorts, not even surprised by the lack of panties anymore. The other woman's hips rose higher at the intrusion, seeking as much of Arizona's touch as she could, and she broke the kiss off, a barely audible yet flustered groan escaping her.
"Mommies?"
Both women froze, the burning passion running through their veins turning cold in a split second. Arizona eventually let out a small chuckle and pecked her girlfriend's cheek before trying to find her pajama top among a sea of pillows.
Amelia whined, obviously disgruntled and needing a few seconds to slip back into mommy 'Melia mode and calming her raging hormones down.
"You're going to be alright?" the blonde asked tenderly, finally decent.
"Mommy? 'Melia?" this one was much more tentative, not quite scared but undoubtedly anxious at the lack of reply and little feet could be heard walking closer.
"Yeah. I'm definitely taking a rain check on that one though. BLANKET FORT HONEY!"
Little feet hurried against the ground and Sofia came in, her stuffed toy firmly tucked under her armpit.
"Hi princess. Did you have a good nap?" Arizona asked and opened her arms for her daughter who immediately melted into them.
"Si. What are you doin'?" the Latina asked as she rubbed the sleepiness out of her eyes.
"We were just having some mommies' time baby," Arizona said ever so sweetly to their daughter with a warm smile.
"Is that what we're calling it now?" Amelia teased next to them, giving the pediatric surgeon a knowing smirk.
Arizona softly pushed her around with her foot with a chuckle. "Fuck off," she mouthed.
"You're watching a movie without me?"
"It's a documentary."
"Yuck. I don't wanna watch that." Sofia's nose scrunched up in disinterest and Arizona let out a giggle at her cuteness.
"What do you feel like doing Sof'?"
"Can we host a princess tea party?"
"I call dibs on Mulan!"