V-Day Fic Challenge! You've Got What I Need
Title: You've Got What I Need
Authors: clanket
Pairing: Callie/Arizona
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Valentine’s Day fluff for the Romance theme! Yaaay!
Disclaimer: All television shows, movies, books, and other copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for-profit, it constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and are not intended to be libellous, defamatory, or in any way factual.
A/N: Thanks to kennedysbitch for beta’ing and roughian for the title and support! ♥
Arizona stepped out of the attendings’s locker room with renewed vigour, the hot shower doing her wonders. She was more than a half hour late at this point but that was just the life of a surgeon; people didn’t stop dying just because your shift was over. Luckily, she had a girlfriend at home who knew all about how these things went.
Though she wasn't able to get the day off, she had agreed with Callie that this year would be a low-key Valentine’s celebration. Since the brunette wasn't scheduled to work that day, she was supposed to cook them dinner for when Arizona got home, which was probably cold by now, and they would drink champagne in a toast to their love before watching a movie cuddled up in each other’s arms then finally fall into bed together. Though if she was being honest with herself, Arizona just wanted to eat and fall into bed with her warm Calliope.
She opened the door to her apartment with a smile. Callie might be all ‘bad-ass’ and ‘hardcore’ on the outside but she allowed the blonde to see just how soft and romantic she really was; a side that she wouldn’t be caught dead revealing to their friends or coworkers and a side that Arizona liked to keep all to herself.
When her eyes caught sight of the living room, Arizona’s smile disappeared. There were no romantic candles, no aromatic smells being emitted from the kitchen, not even a rose on the island.
But there was a Calliope and she stopped pacing suddenly when she noticed Arizona, her hand falling away from her mouth where she’d been chewing on a thumbnail and the other resting on her hip.
“There you are,” Callie exclaimed.
Arizona entered the apartment fully with her mouth hanging open in slight shock. “Uh, yeah. I got held up in surgery. There was a crash,” she paused for a moment, eyeing the clearly nervous brunette. “Are you okay?” she asked as she narrowed her eyes.
“Me? Yeah, I’m fine. I was just worried. You need to come here, though, like, right now,” she said from her spot behind the couch in the living room. Arizona dropped her purse to the floor before shimmying out of her coat and toeing off her boots, all the while keeping her curious eyes fixed on her adorably flustered girlfriend. Reaching her, Arizona wrapped her arms around Callie’s waist to calm the woman’s nerves but the brunette just gave her a chaste kiss before telling her that they could “do this after.”
“After?” the blonde questioned with the raise of a disbelieving eyebrow. On Valentine’s Day her girlfriend was actually putting off sexy time. On Valentine’s Day. Really?
Callie wasn’t oblivious. She saw the confusion and the slight worry written across her lover’s face even through her light-hearted façade but this just needed to get done. She placed another quick peck onto the pink lips in front of her before pulling the ivory arms away from her body. She laced the fingers of her left hand through Arizona’s right to give her that much more assurance that everything was okay and turned to her right. She pulled the blonde in front of her, transferring the smaller hand into her right palm and replacing the left at the soft curve of a hip.
That was when she saw it: the two-foot tall, two-foot wide box that was covered in candy cane wrapping paper.
“Sorry about the paper but I was cutting it close and it’s red and white and the closest thing we had to Valentine’s colours,” Callie mumbled sheepishly. Arizona turned her head to look at her girlfriend, a sublime smile appearing on her lips. She moved her right hand to gently cup Callie’s face, a gesture that, coupled with that smile, told the brunette that it really was no problem at all.
“Open it.”
Arizona moved forward a couple of steps before kneeling in front the gift. She reached out with both hands to pull the box closer but felt it jerk as soon as she moved it. Arizona jumped back with a squeal, leaping to her feet in an instant and finding refuge in the chuckling Latina’s arms.
“It’s moving! My present is moving, Calliope! Presents aren’t supposed to move, why is my present moving?” she asked Callie in a panic, who answered with a snigger.
“Why don’t you open it and find out?” she said with a squeeze of her arms around her girlfriend’s waist.
“No. Presents aren’t supposed to move, Callie. You open it,” Arizona told her defiantly.
“If I do it then it beats the purpose of gift giving so you need to open it. I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you, you know that, so just open it and find out.”
Arizona hesitated for a moment, lingering in Callie’s embrace, before extracting herself and cautiously kneeling down next to the box again. She inhaled deeply to muster up the courage to open a present that freaking moved when touched. This better not be one of her tricks and really it’s one of those spiky, vibrating cat toys in there, she thought.
She let out the breath and lifted the top off the box.
Inside sat the fluffiest, cutest little marshmallow of a puppy she had ever seen. Arizona gasped and snatched it up, quickly bringing it to her chest to cuddle.
“Oh my God, Calliope, you got me a pink dog!” she screamed. “With a red heart on her chest!”
Callie laughed at the blonde’s childlike glee and happily reciprocated the kisses she was offered before wrapping her arms around the woman, the wiggling puppy not making it very easy.
“Aw, come on, you didn’t even mention the best part,” she complained lightly.
Arizona smiled. “Well, considering it’s coming from you, I’m gonna go ahead and guess that you mean the hot pink faux hawk she’s sporting?”
Callie planted a firm kiss on those soft lips before replying, “Oh, you know me so well.”
“But wait,” Arizona said, scrunching her forehead, “where are we gonna keep her? We live in a two bedroom apartment, Callie, there’s not enough room. And then with our schedules, housetraining her and walking and-”
Callie silenced her by putting her forefinger against her lips.
“I’ve already taken care of that. I’ve hired someone to walk him every afternoon for us when we’re both working. We can housetrain him as we go but I may have also signed us up for ‘doggy and me’ obedience courses on Saturdays. That should at least keep his mind occupied and his body exercised for now.”
“How are we supposed to go to obedience training when our schedules are all over the place? I mean, I know I’m off this week but I have no idea what’ll pop up-”
Callie cut her off with a kiss this time. “Actually, you have the next eight Saturdays off,” she explained as she patted the pup, who had settled comfortably in the blonde’s arms, her other arm remaining wrapped around a slim waist. “No surgeries, no being on-call, no pagers. Off,” she sealed with a kiss. “And so do I.”
Arizona beamed at the Latina, her sparkling eyes exhibiting all the love she had for the woman before her. She stole a passionate kiss from Callie until the dog between them became restless. The blonde pulled back saying, “Okay, that’s all awesome but what about the space? I don’t like the idea of keeping him in a crate all day and he really can’t get any exercise in here. And he has huge paws. How big is he gonna get?
“Also, you had a male dog tie-dyed pink and red? He so fits in with us,” she finished with a giggle.
Callie couldn’t help the overwhelming love that she felt for the woman standing before her. She was cute but sexy as hell; stern but willing to bend; smart but (usually) knew when to hold her tongue, a skill Callie hadn’t yet mastered. In her eyes, she was perfect - not flawless, but perfect.
“Well that’s the other part of the present,” Callie answered as she gently swayed them back and forth. Arizona quirked her brow in curiosity. “He’s a white Samoyed under all that pink. They’re a lot like those kuvasz dogs we were looking at but a bit smaller and more social. And you’re right; he will need quite a bit of space as he grows. So,” Callie kissed Arizona soundly before reluctantly pulling her arms away from the blonde to turn to the rather thick dossier lying nearly forgotten on the coffee table.
“So, this is the other part of your present,” Callie said as she handed the papers over.
Arizona looked at her warily. This woman really knew how to keep her on her toes.
She opened the folder, her eyes growing wide as she scanned over the pages. There were words, so many words, but pictures, too, and loopy scrawls and curved initials.
Two stories, three bedrooms, finished basement, exercise room, hot tub. Great neighbourhood. Blue eyes snapped up to meet brown ones, uncertain yet sure of what this meant. Callie wore a tentative smile.
“I know we talked about kids far off in the future but I thought we could start with a dog now and a house for later. It’s a good price and a great area - close to a school and only 20 minutes from work - so I thought it would be good instead of paying rent here all the time. May as well pay into a mortgage, right?” she said with a nervous chuckle. When Arizona just kept staring at her, Callie continued.
“There are two sets of papers; I signed both. If you want I can submit the one with just my name and the house and bills will be in my name and we can live together like we did here. The other set has both of our names…I would like this to be our house, our bills,” she took a big breath, “our life.”
Callie stood stock still, watching Arizona drop her gaze back to the pages to scan them over once more. She flipped through them and took out a stapled stack to hand back to the brunette. Callie was afraid to look at what her girlfriend had chosen but knew that she would have to have faith for this to work. She tore her dark eyes from her lover’s to read the pages.
It had one name at the top: Calliope Iphigenia Torres.
Callie closed her eyes, willing the tears to go away. She really thought this was the right place and the right time.
Just before she was about to tell Arizona that she respected her decision, she felt several wet licks on her nose. Opening her eyes, she was face-to-face with a pink puppy. Callie couldn’t help but laugh.
Arizona pulled the dog back into her chest to reveal a huge dimpled smile.
“You can go ahead and shred those, we won’t be needing them,” she told Callie, whose face lit up like the night sky on the Fourth of July. Arizona stepped into Callie’s arms and pulled her into a kiss with her free hand. When she pulled away she only had one question: “So, what are we gonna name this little guy?”
Authors: clanket
Pairing: Callie/Arizona
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Valentine’s Day fluff for the Romance theme! Yaaay!
Disclaimer: All television shows, movies, books, and other copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for-profit, it constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and are not intended to be libellous, defamatory, or in any way factual.
A/N: Thanks to kennedysbitch for beta’ing and roughian for the title and support! ♥
Arizona stepped out of the attendings’s locker room with renewed vigour, the hot shower doing her wonders. She was more than a half hour late at this point but that was just the life of a surgeon; people didn’t stop dying just because your shift was over. Luckily, she had a girlfriend at home who knew all about how these things went.
Though she wasn't able to get the day off, she had agreed with Callie that this year would be a low-key Valentine’s celebration. Since the brunette wasn't scheduled to work that day, she was supposed to cook them dinner for when Arizona got home, which was probably cold by now, and they would drink champagne in a toast to their love before watching a movie cuddled up in each other’s arms then finally fall into bed together. Though if she was being honest with herself, Arizona just wanted to eat and fall into bed with her warm Calliope.
She opened the door to her apartment with a smile. Callie might be all ‘bad-ass’ and ‘hardcore’ on the outside but she allowed the blonde to see just how soft and romantic she really was; a side that she wouldn’t be caught dead revealing to their friends or coworkers and a side that Arizona liked to keep all to herself.
When her eyes caught sight of the living room, Arizona’s smile disappeared. There were no romantic candles, no aromatic smells being emitted from the kitchen, not even a rose on the island.
But there was a Calliope and she stopped pacing suddenly when she noticed Arizona, her hand falling away from her mouth where she’d been chewing on a thumbnail and the other resting on her hip.
“There you are,” Callie exclaimed.
Arizona entered the apartment fully with her mouth hanging open in slight shock. “Uh, yeah. I got held up in surgery. There was a crash,” she paused for a moment, eyeing the clearly nervous brunette. “Are you okay?” she asked as she narrowed her eyes.
“Me? Yeah, I’m fine. I was just worried. You need to come here, though, like, right now,” she said from her spot behind the couch in the living room. Arizona dropped her purse to the floor before shimmying out of her coat and toeing off her boots, all the while keeping her curious eyes fixed on her adorably flustered girlfriend. Reaching her, Arizona wrapped her arms around Callie’s waist to calm the woman’s nerves but the brunette just gave her a chaste kiss before telling her that they could “do this after.”
“After?” the blonde questioned with the raise of a disbelieving eyebrow. On Valentine’s Day her girlfriend was actually putting off sexy time. On Valentine’s Day. Really?
Callie wasn’t oblivious. She saw the confusion and the slight worry written across her lover’s face even through her light-hearted façade but this just needed to get done. She placed another quick peck onto the pink lips in front of her before pulling the ivory arms away from her body. She laced the fingers of her left hand through Arizona’s right to give her that much more assurance that everything was okay and turned to her right. She pulled the blonde in front of her, transferring the smaller hand into her right palm and replacing the left at the soft curve of a hip.
That was when she saw it: the two-foot tall, two-foot wide box that was covered in candy cane wrapping paper.
“Sorry about the paper but I was cutting it close and it’s red and white and the closest thing we had to Valentine’s colours,” Callie mumbled sheepishly. Arizona turned her head to look at her girlfriend, a sublime smile appearing on her lips. She moved her right hand to gently cup Callie’s face, a gesture that, coupled with that smile, told the brunette that it really was no problem at all.
“Open it.”
Arizona moved forward a couple of steps before kneeling in front the gift. She reached out with both hands to pull the box closer but felt it jerk as soon as she moved it. Arizona jumped back with a squeal, leaping to her feet in an instant and finding refuge in the chuckling Latina’s arms.
“It’s moving! My present is moving, Calliope! Presents aren’t supposed to move, why is my present moving?” she asked Callie in a panic, who answered with a snigger.
“Why don’t you open it and find out?” she said with a squeeze of her arms around her girlfriend’s waist.
“No. Presents aren’t supposed to move, Callie. You open it,” Arizona told her defiantly.
“If I do it then it beats the purpose of gift giving so you need to open it. I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you, you know that, so just open it and find out.”
Arizona hesitated for a moment, lingering in Callie’s embrace, before extracting herself and cautiously kneeling down next to the box again. She inhaled deeply to muster up the courage to open a present that freaking moved when touched. This better not be one of her tricks and really it’s one of those spiky, vibrating cat toys in there, she thought.
She let out the breath and lifted the top off the box.
Inside sat the fluffiest, cutest little marshmallow of a puppy she had ever seen. Arizona gasped and snatched it up, quickly bringing it to her chest to cuddle.
“Oh my God, Calliope, you got me a pink dog!” she screamed. “With a red heart on her chest!”
Callie laughed at the blonde’s childlike glee and happily reciprocated the kisses she was offered before wrapping her arms around the woman, the wiggling puppy not making it very easy.
“Aw, come on, you didn’t even mention the best part,” she complained lightly.
Arizona smiled. “Well, considering it’s coming from you, I’m gonna go ahead and guess that you mean the hot pink faux hawk she’s sporting?”
Callie planted a firm kiss on those soft lips before replying, “Oh, you know me so well.”
“But wait,” Arizona said, scrunching her forehead, “where are we gonna keep her? We live in a two bedroom apartment, Callie, there’s not enough room. And then with our schedules, housetraining her and walking and-”
Callie silenced her by putting her forefinger against her lips.
“I’ve already taken care of that. I’ve hired someone to walk him every afternoon for us when we’re both working. We can housetrain him as we go but I may have also signed us up for ‘doggy and me’ obedience courses on Saturdays. That should at least keep his mind occupied and his body exercised for now.”
“How are we supposed to go to obedience training when our schedules are all over the place? I mean, I know I’m off this week but I have no idea what’ll pop up-”
Callie cut her off with a kiss this time. “Actually, you have the next eight Saturdays off,” she explained as she patted the pup, who had settled comfortably in the blonde’s arms, her other arm remaining wrapped around a slim waist. “No surgeries, no being on-call, no pagers. Off,” she sealed with a kiss. “And so do I.”
Arizona beamed at the Latina, her sparkling eyes exhibiting all the love she had for the woman before her. She stole a passionate kiss from Callie until the dog between them became restless. The blonde pulled back saying, “Okay, that’s all awesome but what about the space? I don’t like the idea of keeping him in a crate all day and he really can’t get any exercise in here. And he has huge paws. How big is he gonna get?
“Also, you had a male dog tie-dyed pink and red? He so fits in with us,” she finished with a giggle.
Callie couldn’t help the overwhelming love that she felt for the woman standing before her. She was cute but sexy as hell; stern but willing to bend; smart but (usually) knew when to hold her tongue, a skill Callie hadn’t yet mastered. In her eyes, she was perfect - not flawless, but perfect.
“Well that’s the other part of the present,” Callie answered as she gently swayed them back and forth. Arizona quirked her brow in curiosity. “He’s a white Samoyed under all that pink. They’re a lot like those kuvasz dogs we were looking at but a bit smaller and more social. And you’re right; he will need quite a bit of space as he grows. So,” Callie kissed Arizona soundly before reluctantly pulling her arms away from the blonde to turn to the rather thick dossier lying nearly forgotten on the coffee table.
“So, this is the other part of your present,” Callie said as she handed the papers over.
Arizona looked at her warily. This woman really knew how to keep her on her toes.
She opened the folder, her eyes growing wide as she scanned over the pages. There were words, so many words, but pictures, too, and loopy scrawls and curved initials.
Two stories, three bedrooms, finished basement, exercise room, hot tub. Great neighbourhood. Blue eyes snapped up to meet brown ones, uncertain yet sure of what this meant. Callie wore a tentative smile.
“I know we talked about kids far off in the future but I thought we could start with a dog now and a house for later. It’s a good price and a great area - close to a school and only 20 minutes from work - so I thought it would be good instead of paying rent here all the time. May as well pay into a mortgage, right?” she said with a nervous chuckle. When Arizona just kept staring at her, Callie continued.
“There are two sets of papers; I signed both. If you want I can submit the one with just my name and the house and bills will be in my name and we can live together like we did here. The other set has both of our names…I would like this to be our house, our bills,” she took a big breath, “our life.”
Callie stood stock still, watching Arizona drop her gaze back to the pages to scan them over once more. She flipped through them and took out a stapled stack to hand back to the brunette. Callie was afraid to look at what her girlfriend had chosen but knew that she would have to have faith for this to work. She tore her dark eyes from her lover’s to read the pages.
It had one name at the top: Calliope Iphigenia Torres.
Callie closed her eyes, willing the tears to go away. She really thought this was the right place and the right time.
Just before she was about to tell Arizona that she respected her decision, she felt several wet licks on her nose. Opening her eyes, she was face-to-face with a pink puppy. Callie couldn’t help but laugh.
Arizona pulled the dog back into her chest to reveal a huge dimpled smile.
“You can go ahead and shred those, we won’t be needing them,” she told Callie, whose face lit up like the night sky on the Fourth of July. Arizona stepped into Callie’s arms and pulled her into a kiss with her free hand. When she pulled away she only had one question: “So, what are we gonna name this little guy?”