I nearly jumped for joy when Callie said they were trying at the dinner table. Here's them trying ;) You'll notice the slight rating change, but this won't ever become M, it's just not that kind of fic. I hope you all enjoy!
In the weeks since their make-out session in a hotel room at Bailey's wedding, Arizona Robbins was to feel more and more like her life was getting back on track. She was back at work, she was walking completely unaided, but most importantly, she was re-connecting with her wife.
After a day off spent with her very happy daughter, Arizona stood in the kitchen, preparing dinner for Callie. As she was setting the table, she heard the familiar sound of keys turning in the lock.
"Oh wow, something smells amazing." Callie practically moaned, tossing her jacket onto the back of the couch.
"It's just some fish and grilled veggies. I can put some rice on if you're really hungry." Arizona offered, already reaching to the cupboard.
"Please, I'm starved. Do I have time for a quick shower? I feel gross." Callie asked, moving towards her wife and pressing a kiss to her lips. Smiling against the brunette's lips, Arizona hummed a yes before pushing her wife towards their bedroom.
"Hurry though, this will be done in ten minutes!"
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As Calliope put Sofia down for the night, Arizona removed her prosthetic and slipped under the covers, waiting for her wife. Callie appeared in the doorway only moments later, a smile playing on her lips. Arizona had arranged candles along the dresser and on their bedside tables, giving the room a warm, lovely glow.
"Wow…sweetie…" Callie trailed off, removing her robe as she climbed into bed beside her wife, capturing her lips in an adoring kiss.
"Did you want to…?" She asked shyly.
Arizona shrugged.
"I want to try. I can't promise that I won't freak out or change my mind, but I miss you, Calliope, and I want to try."
Tears gathered quickly in brown eyes; so suddenly that Arizona thought she'd done something wrong.
"But if you don't…"
"No, no." Callie smiled, sniffing softly. "I do. It's just…that's the first time you've called me 'Calliope' since - " The sentence didn't need to be finished. Arizona knew. Instead, she moved to face her wife, cupping tanned cheeks in her pale hands and placing a heated kiss on her wife's lips.
Callie responded by pressing closer to Arizona, quickly eradicating any space between them as their tongues battled for dominance. The blonde tugged at Callie's shirt, and her wife obliged, the item soon lost at the bottom of the bed. Slipping further into their cocoon, Callie trailed kisses along her wife's neck, smiling as the blonde hummed appreciatively, her pajama top quickly tossed to the floor as well. Arizona hesitated, causing Callie to stop her worship of her wife's exposed chest.
"Are you ok?"
"Yeah, uh…could we maybe just…" The blonde blushed. She felt so silly being nervous; this was Callie! This was her wife, who she loved and trusted more than anyone else in the world.
Callie smiled softly, running her fingers through Arizona's hair.
"You're not ready for anything below the belt." It wasn't a question. Arizona nodded in the affirmative.
"I'm sorry."
"Hey, I'm certainly not complaining." Callie smirked, pressing a kiss to her wife's lips before continuing her path down between Arizona's breasts.
"These two will keep me busy for tonight."