Happy Together
Episode Title: Happy Together
Episode Summary: The drama concludes in the season finale.
"Get out!" Alex called in a pained voice that was rising in desperation. He was strong, but Doyle was well-trained.
The detective pinned Alex's arms down with his knees and grabbed the gun, preparing to club Alex with it.
"No!" Alex panted, using all his strength to overcome the man and tackle him to the ground.
In all the commotion, they heard the sound of a gunshot.
A piercing scream ripped through the air.
And Arizona hit the ground with a thud.
Bailey made her way to the pediatric ward with concern etched on her face. Security had paged her, and she had no idea why. "If those kids got ahold of any more Sharpies..."
"Chief?" Two of the hospital's huge security guards approached the grumbling woman when they caught sight of her.
"Look, I've got two missing doctors," she informed them, impatient, though she was fairly certain that one of those doctors was off with Callie somewhere. "I don't have time for mischievous, Sharpie-wielding kids right n-"
"Three," Officer Westinghouse interrupted before she could finish. "You have three missing doctors."
Bailey's eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"Dr. Torres had this nurse here," he pointed to Sarah, who gave the Chief a weak smile, "contact us because she was concerned about Dr. Robbins and Dr. Karev not answering their pages."
Bailey's eyes widened, suddenly concerned herself. "Torres wasn't with Robbins?"
"She was looking for her," Sarah cut in.
"Where is she now?" Bailey pressed.
"I told her they went down the hallway, and she went looking for them a while ago..." the nurse explained, worrying, "She hasn't come back yet."
Bailey turned to the two security guards. "Well, why aren't you looking for them?" she snapped. "You don't need me to hold your hands. Go! Do your job!"
"We're on it, Chief, but part of protocol is to notify you first," one of the guards reminded her.
"We just needed you to confirm our course of action," the other specified.
Bailey shook her head and was about to lament the time wasted on this particular unnecessary protocol, when a loud shot rang out and echoed through the hallway.
Sarah dropped behind the counter, immediately recalling the events from six and half years ago, when a gunman had stalked the halls of Seattle Grace Mercy West with a careless disregard for the lives he was taking.
Bailey froze in place, the shock temporarily rendering her motionless.
Another nurse gawked at them. "What was that?"
Officer Westinghouse grabbed Bailey by the shoulders, moving her back and away from the deserted hallway where the sound had originated. "Stay back. Call the police. We'll check it out."
He turned to his partner, whose gun was already drawn, and nodded in confirmation. They knew how to handle this situation. They had been trained for this.
For a moment, everything was still. No one moved. Not the doctors. Not even Doyle. They all just stared in horror, waiting.
Eyes wide, Arizona finally broke the silence. "He shot me."
She couldn't feel anything. Nothing but her ears ringing from the sound of the shot and the shock of the impact.
Doyle remained silent, as if he couldn't believe what he had done. Alex took advantage of the moment to get in one good punch, stunning the man long enough to grab the gun and slide it out of reach.
Callie immediately dropped to the floor by Arizona's side, her brown eyes frantically scanning the smaller body for injury.
"Arizona! Are you bleeding?" she panicked. "Does it hurt? Where were you hit?"
Arizona looked down at her legs, attempting to identify where it hurt.
"Karev!" Callie screeched. "Page security! P-pa-page Hunt! And Kepner! Page everyone!"
"Callie, I'm fine," Arizona soothed as she tried to sit up.
Callie turned back to face her, gently lowering her hand onto Arizona's chest to keep her from moving any further. "Arizona, honey, don't move," she pleaded.
She began a quick full-body examination, searching for signs of any pain, abnormalities, or severe bleeding.
Arizona felt those hands everywhere: on her neck, her torso, her hips, her thighs…
"Where…Where does it hurt?" Callie worried disjointedly a minute later when she still hadn't found any hints of a gunshot wound.
Arizona ran a hand through her hair, buying herself a moment to slow her shallow breathing. It was hard to think when Callie was touching her, even despite the clinical nature of the contact and despite the trauma they had just endured.
Finally, she realized, "Actually...it doesn't."
Confused, Callie felt a line form between her brows. Her hands faltered in their exploration. "But...you just said you were shot." And she was pretty sure that Arizona had been shot. She had felt her body jerk and seen her fall to the ground, and there were no bullet holes in the walls...
"I was," Arizona insisted, then sat up and inspected her own body with sudden uncertainty. "At least, I thought I was."
"She looks fine," Alex decided, eyes fixing on Callie. He nodded toward the door. "Go get help."
He was sitting on the detective's chest in an effort to keep him detained. And the sight of it was so weird that they normally might have laughed, but nothing about the situation was at all funny.
Callie reluctantly left Arizona's side, standing up and stepping toward the door. She pulled it open, only to come face-to-face with another gun.
"Don't move!" the security guard yelled.
"Whoa!" Callie jumped back, almost tripping over Arizona as another man pointed a gun at her chest.
She breathed a sigh of relief and re-steadied herself, when she recognized it was, in fact, only a security guard. "Oh, thank God! I didn't think you would ever get here."
The second security guard made his way to Alex and Doyle, immediately cuffing the man who had put the doctors at risk.
Once Officer Westinghouse was confident that his partner had a good hold on the assailant, he holstered his own weapon. "Are you okay?" he asked, looking between the three doctors. "We heard a gunshot. Police are en route."
Arizona, who was still on the floor and had rolled up both her pant-legs, suddenly grinned triumphantly.
"Ha!" she laughed. Her hand found Callie's leg, fingers tenderly grazing it as her other hand gestured toward the bullet she had located. It was lodged in her prosthetic. "Look."
Callie obliged, and everyone in the room followed her eyes.
When she realized the love of her life was completely unscathed, Callie sighed in relief, and her eyes suddenly shone with tears. Gingerly, she met bright blue eyes. "You're okay," she exhaled.
"It's a good thing you have that prosthetic leg," Westinghouse chuckled, acknowledging how much worse it could have been. She's more than okay, he thought. "You're lucky is what you are."
After a moment of silent processing, Arizona nodded as she experienced some odd tectonic shift. Because, for the first time since the plane crash, not having a leg felt like a benefit rather than a loss. "Yeah," she breathed in agreement, a slow smile gracing her features. "Lucky."
An hour later, the police had come and gone to take both the doctors' initial statements and Arizona's leg for evidence. Then, Alex had gone off trying to get in touch with Jo, which left only Callie, Arizona, and Bailey in the conference room.
Callie and Arizona sat side-by-side at the conference table, their hands tightly clasped between them. Instinctively, Callie's thumb rubbed comforting circles on soft pale skin, and Arizona's lips curled up as her heart filled of love.
"Well, I better be going," Bailey finally decided, breaking the silence. "You two are free to go. Take the rest of today and tomorrow off. I'll have a trauma counselor come in on Wednesday."
Callie and Arizona just nodded, still a little shaken up.
Bailey stood up and pushed in her chair, then paused to stare at two of her best surgeons. "You two…" She shook her head, still in disbelief of what had happened in her hospital.
To her friends.
Her face softened. "I'm glad you're okay."
They both nodded. "We are, too."
Before heading to the door, Bailey's eyes cut to Callie, and she smirked a little. "Did you tell her yet?"
It took her a second to recognize what her friend was referring to, before Callie remembered: Oh, yeah. I still haven't told Arizona that I love her, too.
Not in the way she wanted to, anyway. Yelling it at a gunman in the heat of the moment wasn't exactly romantic.
She felt Arizona staring at her in curiosity and felt her face flush. "I haven't exactly," she cleared her throat, "...found the right moment." The whole crazy-psychopathic-cop-and-wife-beater had sort of gotten in the way of her plans.
Bailey pursed her lips, attempting to cover up her widening smile. If everyone knew what a softy she really was, there was no way anything would ever get done. "I'll leave you to it, then," she decided, grabbing her iPad from the table.
Before exiting the door, she turned back to face her friends, solemn again. "Take care of each other, okay?"
As she smiled at Bailey, Arizona squeezed Callie's hand. "I will," she said, and it sounded like a promise.
Callie nodded. "I will."
When the chief was out of sight, Arizona turned to face Callie. Playfully, she raised an eyebrow, prompting, "Did you have something to tell me?"
"I do," Callie admitted, her breath coming out in a rush. She squared her shoulders in preparation and cradled Arizona's hand in between both of hers. "I know you probably know this already, but before we were rudely interrupted by Detective Doom…"
Arizona smiled.
"I never finished telling you what I wanted to say," she continued, holding the ivory hand close. "I wanted to say tha-"
Alex barged into the room, out of breath and effectively ruining their moment. "Hey. Good thing you're both still here. The cops want us all down there so we can give our full statements."
Regretfully, Callie turned away from Arizona as she released a frustrated sigh.
Understanding her frustration, Arizona placed a soothing hand over Callie's thigh, fixing her protégé with an irritated glare.
"What?" he demanded self-consciously, once he met her eyes.
"Run away, Karev."
"What'd I do?" he squawked. "You could've died if it weren't for me!" Of course, as soon as he said it, he realized that it was because of him that they had been in their nearly fatal position in the first place.
"Right," Callie deadpanned.
Alex rolled his eyes, weakly surrendering, "Okay, fine. Whatever. But you know what I mean."
Arizona continued glaring at him, and he refocused his attention on her. "Dude. Seriously," he worried. "What did I do?"
Callie turned to face the blonde, and she couldn't help but smile when, between clenched teeth, Arizona explained, "We were having a moment, here."
Alex's stared at his mentor for a minute, then his eyes widened in understanding. "Oh. Did I...Were you…?" Of course. Arizona had told him that she loved Callie a little over a week ago. Then, that morning, he had heard Callie admit the same. He had seen that love.
Callie offered him a little nod, her eyes silently urging him to go before Arizona threw a chair at him or something. Already, it had been a high-stress day, and everyone was a little keyed up.
"Oh. Dude," Alex apologized, backtracking fast. "I-"
"Run away," Arizona advised again, though her tone was kinder than before.
"I can't," Alex regretted.
Arizona scowled at him. Callie did, too. "The police said we could come later-"
"No. We need to get down there now," he clarified. "I don't want to risk him getting out."
Arizona was already shaking her head. "I can't," she insisted. "I need to see Sofia first." She'd just had a near-death experience. She needed to see her little girl.
"Me, too," Callie immediately seconded. "We'll go stop by her school and then meet you downtown in an hour."
"No." Alex was adamant. "They picked up Jo to question her. We need to be down there so they don't let this psycho loose. You can see Sofia tonight. She's fine."
"But…" Arizona started to protest.
Callie squeezed her hand. "We'll swing by the school afterwards," she suggested. "We can pick her up early."
Arizona sighed. "She's going to Meredith's tonight," she remembered. "I arranged it earlier. I wanted some time with you...to talk." She paused, smiling shyly. "Just the two of us."
Callie exhaled a shaky breath, suddenly lost in Arizona's endless blue eyes.
Alex rolled his eyes. "Just stop by and say hi to her after you talk to the cops again," he advised. "Then you can go figure your crap out."
His phone started buzzing, and he immediately answered as he left the room. "Hey. Are you down there yet? That bastard didn't see you, did he?" The sound of his voice faded out as he made his way further and further down the hallway.
Recognizing that their moment was lost, Callie offered, "Looks like we'd better head down there."
They both knew their I love you's would have to come later. They'd have plenty of time to find the right moment. There was no need to rush.
"Yeah," Arizona agreed, then ventured, "But tonight…? We can talk?"
"Just the two of us," Callie agreed. "My place? We can order a pizza," she grinned.
Arizona smiled back. "Sounds perfect."
As they stood up and made to leave, Arizona wobbled for a moment, unaccustomed to the feeling of her spare prosthetic.
Almost by instinct, Callie's hand found the small of her back, prepared to help, if need be.
But Arizona didn't need her. Once she caught herself, Callie offered her a wry smile. "Another leg lost, huh?"
Arizona just shrugged, completely unfazed. "You can build me new one."
Callie not only spent the latter part of the afternoon recuperating, but also preparing—both mentally and physically—for the evening she and Arizona planned to spend together. She wanted everything to be perfect.
That morning certainly hadn't been perfect. It had seemed as though history had repeated itself, and she didn't want that for herself and Arizona. She wanted them to build something organically new, and better, and stronger.
And so did Arizona. A few miles away, she packed up a picnic basket with a blanket to sit on, a plate of grapes and vegetables as hors d'oeuvres, and bottles of red and white wine that promised to complement pizza from a Sicilian vineyard. She knew Callie preferred the red wine, but at the last minute, she decided to bring the white, too.
Finally, she took one last look in the mirror, assessing her outfit. After tucking a stray curl behind her ear and smoothing her hands over her jeans, she decided, I guess I'm ready.
Already, she felt butterflies fluttering in her stomach, and she hadn't even left the house yet.
Fifteen minutes later, Arizona stepped up to Callie's doorstep. As she exhaled a tremulous breath, she couldn't control the way her lips curled up at the knowledge that, in seconds, she would see Callie.
Really, it had always been that way for her. And, in the months since she had told Callie to go to New York and Callie hadn't gone, that innate, autonomic reaction had only gotten stronger.
She lifted her knuckles to the door and knocked.
Her heart pounded in her chest, not in fear, but in anticipation of the endless possibility of their new potential. She couldn't hold back her smile, knowing in her heart that everything that happened going forward would be life-altering for both of them.
Somehow, for the first time since they had said I do all of those years ago, Arizona felt a sense of sureness. She had no doubt of the verity of their impending reconciliation. And despite their terrifying morning, she couldn't contain the joy that now bubbled in her chest at knowing this was it for them.
Callie pulled open the door up with such excitement that her hair blew back from her face, and she exposed a toothy smile that matched Arizona's.
"Hi."
"Hi," Arizona dimpled back.
As her eyes ran over Arizona's body, Callie noticed the picnic basket, and a line formed between her eyebrows. "I thought we were getting pizza."
"We are," Arizona assured her, expecting the delivery to come just a few minutes later. "But I wanted to romance you, so we're having a picnic, too."
Callie's smile was blinding as she lifted her hand and urged the blonde inside. "Come in. It's freezing out here."
After spreading out the blanket on the carpet of the low-lighted living room, Callie and Arizona sat across from each other with only a foot of empty space between them.
As Arizona began unloading the contents of the basket, she felt Callie watching her intensely. Hungrily, almost, just as she hungered for Callie.
"So," Arizona began, attempting to slow her ever-speeding heart by remaining casual. But the problem was that she didn't know how to be casual when all she wanted to do was tell Callie how much she loved her. She was impatient to say the words—and deliberately, this time.
"So…" Callie countered, a knowing smile teasing her lips. She felt just as awkward. She didn't know how to get back to talking about their everlasting feelings after the morning they'd had.
"How was the rest of your afternoon?"
"Boring, thankfully," Callie joked.
Arizona offered a bleak smile. "Right," she remembered. "I'm ready for a little tedium. If the most exciting aspect of my life becomes Sofia's soccer games, I'll be happy."
Callie laughed. "I don't know…" she teased with an affectionate grin. "You know they tend to stir up some drama, what with Jarrod being a ball hog, and everything."
"You know that he bothers you, too!" Arizona defended.
"True," Callie conceded, still smiling.
They were silent for a moment, and then Arizona braved, "It's worth it, though."
Callie looked up, waiting.
Arizona rolled her eyes at herself, cursing her sudden shyness. She loves you, she reminded herself. And you love her. "I mean, the kid drives me crazy," she explained, "And so do his parents. But cheering on the sidelines, with you…" she trailed off.
"It feels right," Callie finished for her, her voice a solemn whisper.
Arizona momentarily froze, amazed that Callie had managed to take the words right out of her mouth. "Yeah. It does."
Before either woman could say anything else, the doorbell rang, and Callie hurried to pay the pizza delivery man.
When she came back, smiling and carrying a medium cheese pizza, Arizona was walking back from the kitchen with two wine glasses.
Arizona nodded toward the wine bottles as they each sat down. "These are supposed to go well with pizza," she explained. "Should I open the red?"
"Let's do white," Callie suggested as she lifted the lid of the cardboard pizza box.
Callie's response surprised Arizona, but she poured them each some wine and handed Callie a glass without saying anything.
As they ate their pizza in comfortable, companionable silence, their knees brushing, Callie felt Arizona's eyes trained on her.
She looked up, noting that the blonde's face was etched with a curiosity and seriousness that took her off guard. "What?" she worried.
Arizona pursed her lips as she silently deliberated whether or not to address what bothered her. Finally, she began, "You used to like red wine better."
Callie knew it wasn't a question. She had liked it better, and Arizona knew it. Still, she affirmed, "I did."
"But not anymore?" Arizona wondered.
"I still do," Callie informed her. "I just..." She paused. "I just got used to drinking white after we divorced."
Arizona's eyebrows furrowed as she attempted to decipher what that meant. She nodded disjointedly, unsuccessfully pretending that she understood. "Oh."
Callie smiled at Arizona's carefully composed expression, knowing that it was only a mask. "I don't think I was conscious of why I started liking it so much, at first," she explained. "I only figured that out a few weeks ago."
Arizona's felt her confusion intensify. It was silly, but she didn't like feeling like there were some basic things that she no longer knew about the woman she loved. She wanted to know all of Callie again, inside and out, heart and soul. "What do you mean?"
Callie blushed, suddenly a little embarrassed. She looked down, focused on her thumb that circled the rim of her glass.
"Hey." Arizona lifted her hand to Callie's thigh without thinking.
Callie stiffened as she felt bumps rise on her skin like braille.
Feeling a similar reaction in her own body, Arizona struggled to continue. "You don't have to tell me, if you don't want to."
Callie shook her head, forcing herself to speak. "No." She reached for Arizona's hand and entwined their fingers on her lap. "It's just…" She blushed. "It's stupid."
Arizona searched her face, her concern deepening. "Nothing about you is stupid," she maintained. "You're the exact opposite. Believe me."
Callie smiled, and this time, her face flushed for a different reason. Of course she believed Arizona felt that way. She could feel it—the awe Arizona felt for her. It was almost palpable.
"I just..." she tried again. "The reason I started liking white wine so much is because...I realized it tastes like you."
Arizona's eyes widened, and then a smile bloomed on her lips as Callie's meaning registered. She imagined Callie missing her on long, lonely nights. She imagined Callie longing for her lips, then taking a sip of white wine and tasting her—as if they were kissing.
It thrilled her to know that Callie had craved her taste as much as she'd craved Callie's.
And, feeling that it was her turn to be a little vulnerable, Arizona offered a confession of her own. "I always held on to hope."
Callie waited.
"I mean, I know we got a divorce," she continued. "And I moved out. And we stopped talking about anything but Sofia. It was final. But, in my heart, I always hoped…"
She paused, rolling her eyes at herself out of habit. She hadn't been raised to express her emotions, but she wanted Callie to know. She needed Callie to know just how much she always had loved her and had hoped they could find a way back to each other.
Callie squeezed Arizona's hand, but she didn't take her eyes off the face that was suddenly so expressive.
Arizona recentered herself. "I always held onto hope that, somehow, we'd find our story's happy ending. But I wanted you to be free, and happy, so I let you go, and-"
She was interrupted by Callie's quiet chuckling. "What?" she demanded, though her own lips curled up at the sound.
"Just promise me we'll keep communicating from now on," Callie laughed, cursing just how wrong they both had been.
They both had let each other go because they had thought that the other would be happier. But, in fact, they were both their happiest together.
"No more letting each other go," she commanded in mock-admonishment.
"Deal," Arizona pledged, nodding. She wouldn't let Callie go again. She wanted to hold her forever. "Especially after this morning…" Suddenly, her tone darkened.
"Yeah," Callie breathed.
Arizona made a face. "That kind of put things in perspective."
Callie nodded in agreement. "It did." Then, she added, "You know, we've had so many life altering moments. Some things that tore us apart and other things that brought us back together. And I was scared this would…" She paused, composing herself to say the words she wanted to say.
Arizona waited patiently, allowing Callie the moment to gather her thoughts. As the seconds ticked by and Callie made no move to continue, her eyebrows rose in anticipation.
When Callie finally found her voice again, she explained, "This didn't change anything—our lives being on the line again. I was ready before, and I'm still ready. I already knew...honestly, I've always known..."
"What?" Arizona pressed, and she instinctively leaned forward, no longer able to wait in silence. She knew what was coming. They both did. But, still, she was eager for Callie to say the words again. For the universe to bear witness to their delivery. "What have you known?"
Callie smiled, and Arizona's heart took flight in her chest.
Callie met those bright blue eyes that clearly revealed deep, passionate, longing love. "I love you."
Arizona's heart soared in her chest, and she grinned, giddy. "I love you, too. I'm in love with you," she added. "And I have been, from the very beginning."
She meant that, and Callie knew it. Callie felt it. And with her heart pounding, she leaned forward, eyes fixed to that full mouth. She raised her hand, gently tracing a perfectly pink and irresistibly soft cheek with her thumb.
Almost inaudibly, she heard Arizona's breath shudder out at the contact. She felt the way her breathing changed in anticipation.
"I mean it, Calliope," Arizona breathed, her hand coming to rest on Callie's warm thigh as their darkening eyes met. She thought about how, from the start, Callie somehow had broken down all her defenses. And she had never even resented that.
Initially, when she'd first seen Callie, and kissed her, and dated her, Arizona had fallen for her in a heartbeat. And, these past few months, she had fallen for her more slowly, but over and over and over again.
Callie smiled. "Me, too," she vowed caressingly. "I know I haven't always-"
Arizona shook her head, hushing Callie by placing her index finger gently on her lips. "I love you and you love me. That's all that matters."
Callie's smile expanded at her words, and Arizona couldn't hold back anymore. She moved her hand away from Callie's lips and into her soft hair. Instinctually, they met each other in the middle, their lips coming together in a perfect union.
As Arizona deepened the kiss, Callie moaned at the taste of her. In that kiss, Callie tasted not only white wine and something that was uniquely Arizona, but also the next fifty years of her life.
Her hands found a narrow waist, and Arizona's fingers braided through her raven waves, tugging her closer.
Callie sucked a pink bottom lip between her own, and Arizona didn't even attempt to hold back her whimper. Once upon a time, she might have, but not anymore. Not when she had yearned for that mouth for months. Not when she had wanted Callie so badly, for so long. And not when they were so close to their happy ending.
Callie shuddered at the arousing sound, and both their mouths opened as they continued devouring each other—desperate after having denied their desire for so long.
Minutes later, they were breathless, and Callie pulled back to breathe, though she was still close enough to nuzzle Arizona's nose and breathe in her breath.
Caught up in memories of flawless, naked ivory skin with Arizona so close, Callie forced herself to pull back a few more inches to think more clearly.
"I, um. We, uh." She paused, meeting eyes that looked almost navy in the blonde's excitement. "I want you," she husked, her breath still uneven. "I want all of you, Arizona. Right now. But...we should take things slow, right?"
Even knowing that it was the right thing to do, though, Callie hoped that Arizona would say no.
God, Callie thought, that urgent ache tightening inside her, I really want her.
"Oh," Arizona breathed, hoping her tone masked her disappointment. She was tired of waiting. She was tired of going slow. She wanted to show Callie how much she loved her. And she hated the term 'make love,' but that's what sex always was with Callie. They made love.
No, Arizona chided herself. Going slow was the right thing to do. Right?
"You're right," she nodded. "Of course. We should go slow." Even as she said it, her wanton gaze locked on Callie's cleavage, and she licked her lips as she imagined her tongue tracing naked curves.
Callie gulped as she noticed Arizona's immodest stare, and she was more desperate than ever for their bodies to rub against each other. To love each other in full.
Yanking herself from her trance, Arizona shook her head. "I guess I should probably go, then," she decided responsibly, and she stood up.
Callie scrambled to her feet. "I guess so," she sighed, forcing a smile.
But, really, going slow didn't feel like what Arizona should do. And it felt like time to start listening to her heart, rather than silencing it.
A second later, she was in Callie's space, wrapping her arms around a soft waist and capturing full lips in a deep kiss.
Callie welcomed the contact with equal fervor, pulling Arizona more tightly against her so that their curves melded, and they fit together in a way that no two other people ever had before.
Still entangled, Arizona began pushing them toward Callie's bedroom as the fire in her legs spread and the love in her heart permeated her every cell.
Callie pulled back to breathe, and she felt Arizona's moist mouth fasten to the column of her neck. "I...uhhh," she groaned, her hands unconsciously finding the skin of a slender back. Arizona's leg between her thighs pressed into her, making her shudder with frenzied desire. "I—god, Arizona—I thought we were taking things slow."
Arizona pulled back, fixing Callie with a mischievous smile before grabbing the hem of her own shirt and pulling it over her head. Throwing it across the room, she stalked forward, and Callie stumbled backward until the backs of her thighs hit the bed.
"We are," Arizona insisted, pushing her down onto the mattress.
Callie looked up at her, her wide, wondering eyes roaming over her blue-eyed, wild-haired, dimpling beauty.
Arizona's dimples deepened. "I plan to take things really slow."
A few hours later, Callie and Arizona lay curled into each other, their legs scissoring and their hands tracing patterns against spines, re-learning every muscle and vertebrae.
"Mmm," Callie hummed contentedly.
Grinning, Arizona pulled back from where she was burrowed into Callie's warmth and marveled at her sated face. Blue eyes perused her tiny freckles, her lashes drawn with charcoal, the space between her eyes, and her ears, and Arizona leaned in, dropping a gentle kiss on red lips.
Callie opened her eyes, soulfully meeting bright blues.
"You're beautiful," Arizona breathed. She moved in again, leaving a trail of wet kisses along a strong jaw, then on two soft cheeks, a cold nose, and finally focusing on swollen lips.
Callie smiled, pulling Arizona impossibly closer, their languid lips moving together as they re-explored each other's mouths at an unhurried pace.
"So are you," Callie swore, her breath rasping across Arizona's face. She cocked her head back, placing a light kiss on her forehead.
She pulled back, suddenly overcome with the thrill of knowing that they would be able to lie together, like this, every night for the rest of their lives.
"We have all day tomorrow to be together," she remembered, her teeth and eyes gleaming.
"We have more than just tomorrow," Arizona reminded her. They had forever to be together. The rest of their lives.
"Right," Callie grinned. "So what should we do?"
Arizona shrugged, smiling. "Together? We can do anything."
I can't see me loving nobody but you
for all my life.
When you're with me, baby, the skies will be blue
for all my life.
Me and you, and you and me,
no matter how they toss the dice, it had to be.
The only one for me is you, and you for me.
So happy together.