After goodbyes and an extra long hug from a highly intoxicated Rebecca, Arizona returned to the living room finding Callie drinking a glass of water. "I don't know about you," Arizona looked at her new flat screen, "but I am not sleepy and actually want to test drive this."
"Sounds good," Callie finished her water. Arizona grabbed up her glass and went into the kitchen to refill it. When she returned, she knelt down in front of the media cabinet and opened up the cupboards, revealing stacks of DVDs.
"Anything you want to watch in particular?" Arizona twisted her head to look back at Callie.
Callie shook her head before staring up at the ceiling, resting her head on the pillow.
"Do you want to go to bed?" Arizona seemed concerned.
"No," Callie lifted her head. "I'm awake."
"Are you sure?"
Callie nodded.
"Okay…" Arizona traced her index finger along the DVD cases. "I think…" She looked back at Callie, a slight frown on her face, obviously studying her. "This." She pulled out a DVD and popped in the player. She grabbed up the remotes and sat down next to Callie. Callie shifted her weight slightly, hoping to put some distance between them but Arizona reached behind their heads, pulling a throw off the back of the couch to drape over them, essentially cocooning them together. "Okay…" she repeated, staring at the remotes.
Even in her slightly hazy state, Callie pulled the remotes from Arizona and turned on the DVD player. But when she went to turn on the TV, nothing happened. She frowned, trying a different set of buttons.
"Dammit, Tim," Arizona groaned, throwing her head back. "Thanks for not testing it."
"I think it's easy to program."
"Maybe when we're not intoxicated."
Callie laughed, placing the remotes on the pillow beside her. She suddenly felt incredibly nervous, unsure of where this night was going.
Arizona sensed Callie's slight change of mood. "Do you need any more water?"
"No, thank you." Callie propped her feet up on the coffee table and sighed, resting her head on the back of the couch and closing her eyes. Feeling weight on her shoulder, she opened her eyes to be met with a head of slightly wavy blonde hair.
"Need to go to bed?" Arizona asked once more.
"Maybe…" Callie tried to breathe at an even rate, praying it would slow her rapid heart rate so the blonde wouldn't notice any difference, "not gonna lie, I could sleep right here."
"Me too," Arizona sighed contentedly as Callie unconsciously raised her hand to lightly stroke her hair.
What the heck! Callie chided herself for her autopilot move. When she had been with Erica, it had become a habit whenever they'd relax together. There was no way to end this without the blonde becoming suspicious.
"Calliope…"
"Hm?" Callie gave up on trying to breathe evenly.
"Oh, nothing. It's just a beautiful name."
Callie laughed quietly.
"Are you?" Arizona asked a moment later.
"What?"
"Are you a lesbian?"
"Um…" Callie pulled her hand away from Arizona's blonde waves but couldn't scoot away. "I… should probably go, I've actually got a surgery tomorrow morning." She lied, trying to stand up.
Arizona lifted her head, staring at Callie's retreating figure. "Calliope?"
Callie stood by the door, slipping on her jacket.
"Calliope, I didn't mean it in any way."
Callie opened the door, "Thanks for the evening, I'll see you tomorrow?" Her heart began speeding, anxiety pouring through her veins. She made to turn and walk out, but found the door closed, Arizona firmly pressing her palm against it.
"I'm not going to be responsible for you being in the ER," Arizona stated. She stepped up to Callie.
Oh…Callie felt her knees begin to shake as she perceived the movie cliché pre-kiss event unfold.
Arizona cupped Callie's cheek and leaned in slowly. Callie instinctively bit her lower lip, detecting Arizona's vanilla and oranges scent as the blonde leaned in closer, pausing for a moment to give Callie a moment to pull away. Callie tensed slightly, her heart pounding so forcefully as Arizona's lip gently pressed against the corner of her mouth. Arizona pulled away, staring up at Callie's eyes. Callie cursed herself for reaching up and awkwardly trying to pat Arizona's hair behind her ear. Arizona leaned forward once more and firmly placed her lips on Callie's. Callie reveled in the slight tequila aftertaste on their lips, opening her mouth slightly to trace Arizona's soft lower lip with her tongue. Arizona agreed to Callie's silent question and let out a slight moan as their tongues met. Callie felt Arizona press into her, one hand still cupping her cheek, the other now clutching the inside lining of Callie's jacket.
Arizona was the first to lose breathe and pull away and only then was Callie aware of her arms wrapped around Arizona's slight waist, her thumb pressed against silky bare skin peeking out from under Arizona's t-shirt hem.
"Wow." Arizona smiled.
Callie grinned sheepishly, ducking her head and starting to pull her hands away from Arizona.
Arizona pressed herself against Callie and kissed her nose, forcing Callie to look back up. "I'll sleep on the couch," she murmured against Callie's lips, leaning in once again to kiss her.
Callie drank in Arizona's scent, pressing one hand against the small of her back. "No, I can."
Arizona won in the end, gathering a pile of blankets for herself while Callie brushed her teeth with a spare toothbrush Arizona had unearthed for her. She leaned against the sink counter, glancing at the framed scribbled artwork. After staring at several stick figures with blonde hair with an arrow pointing at then with "Dr. Robbins" written above (or "Dr. Robin" in one picture), Callie quickly realized the artists were Arizona's patients.
"This one's my favorite—"
Callie jumped slightly, realizing that Arizona was leaning against the doorframe. She looked at the picture Arizona pointed to her and chocked on her toothpaste with a chuckle of laughter. A recognizable Dr. Robbins standing next to a pink unicorn with a purple mane that looked more like a log with legs and a triangle for a horn.
"Cute!" Callie laughed after spitting out her toothpaste.
Arizona nodded while beginning to brush her teeth. Callie took the opportunity to press her nose against Arizona's neck for a split second before exiting the bathroom and bedroom into the living room. She pulled the blankets up over her and curled into a ball. A few minutes later she heard the patter of Arizona's quick steps and a heavy weight sink down of the comforter on top of her. Callie pushed the comforter off her head and found herself met with the top of Arizona's head.
"I told you to take the bed," Arizona mumbled into the blankets before rolling of Callie slightly, nestling in between Callie and the sofa cushions. She ducked under the blanket pile, tangling her feet with Callie's, practically lying on top of the brunette. She pulled the covers up over their heads, creating a tent for them.
Callie couldn't help but smile at Arizona's move and wrapped her arms around Arizona, trying to ignore the warmth beginning to grow between her legs. She hoped that Arizona wouldn't notice it through her thin pajama bottoms she had borrowed.
Arizona softly kissed Callie's shoulder before awkwardly curling up, making Callie shift slightly. Callie grinned and slid off the couch, gathering up the blankets and taking them down with her.
"Are you alright?" Arizona peeked over the edge of the couch.
"I'mokay…" Callie's voice came out muffled. She felt the blankets grow taut and then a rush of cold air as Arizona pulled the blankets off.
They created a nest from the blankets. Arizona had opened a bottle of wine, and Callie was thanking the hospital deities they were off until the following day. They laughed, sipped white wine, learned more about each other's lives and stole the occasional kiss. At one point, Arizona set down her wine glass and detached Callie's from her grip. She then leaned in and kissed Callie forcefully, seeking admittance which Callie eagerly invited in.
Before Callie could process what was happening, she found Arizona straddling her lap while her own hands were squeezing the blonde's thighs through the white pajama bottoms. "Should we stop?" Callie thickly asked, not wanting to, but her mind alerting her to slow down.
He makes my world stop. George O'Malley is sweet and kind and smart and strong and he makes my world stop.
"I don't want to…" Arizona murmured, kissing her gently before pulling away to look at her. "Unless you want to?"
Kinda virgins. And we can be scared together.
"I don't…" Callie whispered, arching her neck and sighing when Arizona began to trail open mouth kisses from her exposed shoulder up to her ear, gently nipping at her lobe. Callie gave a slight gasp when she became conscious of Arizona gently cupping her breasts over her shirt, slowly fanning her thumbs over obviously aroused nipples. Callie felt herself grow wetter. "Maybe…" she pressed her palms into Arizona's thighs and rubbed. "Maybe we should stop…"
Arizona pulled away once again. "Are you okay?" she asked.
"Yes," Callie smiled. She slyly slipped a hand between Arizona's legs, pressing up to cup her mound, causing Arizona's body to jerk slightly with pleasure. "I think we should slow down."
Arizona smiled and glanced over to her kitchen clock. "It is late…like, three in the morning late." She slid off Callie's lap and held out a hand to help her up. "I would like my couch, please," she laughed. She moved to push the blankets around once Callie stood, but Callie tugged her into the bedroom.
"Calliope Torres," Arizona laughed. "Are you, the superstar I've heard so many hardcore things about, asking for cuddles?"
Callie turned down the covers and climbed in. "Even superstars like to be held," she pulled Arizona in after her.
Arizona laughed and turned on her side, wrapping an arm around Callie's waist, pulling Callie against her. "Like this?" She tucked her knees up under Callie's, catching their legs together.
"Yup…" Callie couldn't help but hear Erica's teary voice: Because the big green blobs that I had been staring at my whole life, they weren't big green blobs. She felt Arizona press her lips to her shoulder blade before whispering, "Sweet dreams."
Callie squeezed her eyes shut, feeling vulnerable and open, but safe.