Arizona unlocked the front door and stepped inside the house, physically and mentally exhausted from a long, brutal shift at the hospital. She was surprised to find Amelia sitting on the couch, already having changed into pajama shorts and an oversized t-shirt, clearly deep in thought as she stared blankly at the wall in front of her and chewed on her thumbnail, her eyes glassy and motionless.

"Hey," greeted the blonde, smiling warmly as she shrugged off her jacket and entered the room.

The brunette said nothing, only turning her head to face the approaching woman and offering a small, forced smile. Arizona plopped onto the couch next to her, frowning slightly when Amelia refused to meet her eyes.

"Is everything okay?" she asked, trying to remember if she had done something wrong.

"Yeah. Yeah, everything's fine. I just... I'm not really in the mood right now to..." Amelia's voice trailed off as she fidgeted uncomfortably.

"Not in the... oh! Oh, that's okay, that's totally, completely okay," Arizona reassured the other woman, feeling upset and guilty that Amelia had assumed that all she wanted from her was sex. After several moments of silence, the blonde spoke again.

"You're not just sex to me, you know." She placed a cautious hand on Amelia's shoulder, forcing her to look her in the eyes. "Besides, I'm not really in the mood either. We can just... hang out, watch a movie, order pizza or something... if you want to, that is."

Amelia's expression softened and she nodded, a genuine smile creeping onto her face. She took comfort in the fact that Arizona still wanted to spend time with her, that she wasn't solely interested in a strictly physical relationship. The blonde left to change her clothes and order the food while Amelia picked out a movie for them to watch.

Arizona returned several minutes later to find the neurosurgeon once again deep in thought, evidently preoccupied with something she was reluctant to disclose. The blonde sat down beside her and studied her face carefully, curiously.

"Tell me what you're thinking."

Amelia exhaled, meeting Arizona's kind, worried eyes, and decided that she might as well be completely honest. Arizona deserved that. She forced herself to speak before she could second guess herself or chicken out, before she even knew what she was going to say.

"Arizona, I... really, really like you. A lot. I'm crazy about you, actually, and you don't feel the same way. So I feel guilty. I feel like I'm taking advantage of you, like this is totally unfair to you." Her heart thudded hard and fast when the blonde said nothing, her expression unreadable. "I just... thought you deserved to know."

Arizona remained silent, and Amelia suddenly felt hot, and anxious, and certain that her heart was about to explode inside her chest.

"Sorry, I... just forget I said anything, okay?" Amelia stood up and began to walk away, but stopped when she felt the blonde's hand grab her own, pulling her back down onto the couch. After a brief moment's hesitation, Arizona began to speak.

"I do, though," she said quietly, and when Amelia's confusion became apparent, she elaborated. "Feel the same way, I mean. I'm crazy about you too, Amelia. Why do you think I was so eager to help you in the first place?" she chucked softly. "Amelia, I... of course I feel the same way. How could I not?"

Amelia couldn't fight the grin that spread across her face. "Really?"

Arizona nodded, leaning in to softly capture the other woman's lips with her own, gently cradling her face in her hands. "Yes," she whispered in between kisses, and she could feel the brunette smile against her lips. She kissed her again, deeper this time, more passionate, but was forced to pull away when the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it," Amelia said, standing up and walking to the door. She returned moments later, placing the pizza box on the coffee table, and squealed in surprise when the other woman immediately pulled her down into her arms. She hummed contently and leaned against Arizona's shoulder, enjoying the feeling of being wrapped in the blonde's warm embrace, as the other woman lightly kissed the the side of her head.

Amelia toyed with Arizona's fingers, nervously biting her lip as she lifted her head off of the blonde's shoulder.

"So... what exactly does this mean for us?" she asked timidly, her voice quiet. She hated how needy she sounded, but she wanted to know what the other woman was thinking and where they stood. She wanted Arizona. All of her. The happy, the sad, the angry. She wanted the heat, the passion, the fire, but also the warmth, the affection, the sentiment. She wanted everything.

Arizona seemed to sense her nervousness. She shifted their position so that she could face Amelia directly, her eyes gentle but serious as they poured into the brunette's.

"It means that you're mine," she stated, as if it were an obvious, indisputable fact.

Amelia grinned, letting out a soft chuckle as she snuggled into the blonde. "I like the sound of that."

"Good."

Arizona reached for the remote and turned on the TV, smiling in amusement when she saw that the movie Amelia had chosen was The Little Mermaid. Amelia could sense that the other woman was trying to suppress laughter.

"Shut up," she mumbled, lightly slapping the blonde's arm before grabbing a slice of pizza. "It's Zola's fault. She's got this influence on me."

She curled back into Arizona, who enveloped her in her arms and held her close as the movie started. Amelia sighed in contentment and turned her head to look up at the other woman.

"Thank you," she whispered.

The blonde chuckled, her brow furrowing in confusion. "For what?"

"Just... for everything. For being you."

Arizona smiled, planting a wet kiss on Amelia's cheek.

"Anytime."

About halfway through the movie, Amelia could feel the other woman's eyes on her. After several moments of deciding whether or not to take her eyes off of the screen, she looked up to find the blonde staring at her.

"What?" Amelia asked, blushing slightly.

"You're mine."