12 Days of Christmas 9/12
Title: 12 Days of Christmas 9/12
Author: GreysAddictJ
Pairing: Callie/Arizona
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Callie and Arizona try to outdo each other and prove they’re the best at giving Christmas presents
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine. No infringement intended. This hasn’t been betaed - all mistakes are mine.
December 22th
Arizona was glad she had the day off. She was definitely having trouble focusing and somehow didn’t think it would have been a good idea to operate on tiny humans when all she could think about was Calliope and that damn maid’s costume. Arizona let out a sigh at the thought. Note to self, she thought: costumes are awesome. Maybe Halloween was her new favorite holiday. Nope, she corrected herself, she was pretty sure nothing was ever going to replace Christmas for her now. Plus, there were no rules saying costumes were only for Halloween. New note to self, she thought: buy more costumes.
Callie had been paged in to the hospital, so Arizona was all alone for a few hours. Hopefully Callie would be home soon. While she missed her girlfriend, it would be a good opportunity to start preparing for her gift to Callie. It surprisingly hard to concentrate on strategy and planning when her girlfriend was in the room. In general, all intelligent thought left Arizona when Callie was around. As she rose to get ready, she noticed a note from Callie on the bedside table. It read:
Check your iPod. I made you a playlist of songs that remind me of you and of us. Hope it puts a little groove in your step. You’re the only dancing lady I’m interested in. See you a little later and have a good morning. I love you.
From your true love,
Calliope
Arizona smiled and went to find her iPod. As much as she loved the big gestures from Callie, she thought she might miss the cute little notes the most when this was all over. After setting her new playlist on shuffle, she got dressed and headed out to go shopping. In addition to her actual presents for Callie, she needed to buy some supplies. She also had to make a few stops and request a few favors. Luckily, everyone she spoke with was more than willing to help out. There was one major piece to her puzzle that needed to be in line, and she hoped that she could arrange it on such short notice. Pulling out her phone, she nervously dialed the number . . . “Hello. This is Arizona Robbins, sir. . . I need to speak with you about something. . . “
A few hours later, Arizona returned home, collapsing on the couch with a pile of shopping bags. Her plan, at least the big pieces, was in place. She was exhausted. After hiding away the day’s purchases, she decided a nap might be in order. Just as she started to drift off, her phone beeped, indicating that she had a text message. It read:
Hey, Babe - Hope you’re ready for some more dancing ladies. The next one should be arriving any minute now. You’d better be home and awake. -C
True to her word, just a few minutes later, Callie came bursting through the door, bags in hand. “Close your eyes or go into the other room for a minute.” She instructed.
Arizona gave her a confused look and was about to protest, but was cut off. “That page this morning put me behind by a few hours. I need a few minutes to set up.” Callie added.
Arizona nodded, smiled, and headed to the bedroom. She couldn’t help but enjoy the fact that Callie’s perfect plans had finally go slightly awry. Not that she was rooting against her girlfriend - quite the opposite in fact - but it was nice to have something to tease Callie about later. After 8 days of perfection, it was a little hard to keep up to façade of over-confidence.
“Okay, you can come out now.” Callie called from the other room. Set up on their living room floor were two dance pads, which were connected to Callie’s Xbox. On the TV was the opening screen of the game Dance, Dance Revolution. “I figured this would be good way to give you 2 more ladies dancing - you and I dancing against each other in this game. I’ll kick your ass, but I’m sure you’ll still have fun.” Callie smirked.
“Oh really?” Arizona responded. “We’ll have to see about that! I am quite awesome at pretty much everything I do. This should be no different. Let’s get this game started - you’re so going down.”
Callie started the game and the two spent the next hour or so facing off against each other in the dance game. Both held their own and neither really bested the other. Finally, exhausted and giggling, they collapsed together on the couch, Callie on top of Arizona.
“Uh. . .Calliope? As much as I love anything where you’re on top of me, right now I can breathe.” Arizona mumbled from beneath her girlfriend. Chuckling, Callie off of Arizona and gathered her into her arms.
“I love spending time with you. No matter what we do, I always have fun. You’re amazing Arizona and I love.” Callie said.
“I love you too, sweetie. Thanks for a fun day. . .and thanks for my playlist! I listened to this morning while I was running some errands. I love it.” Arizona turned her head and captured the brunette’s lips in a tender kiss. Before things got too heated, Callie pulled away and stood up. “Hey! Where are you going?” Arizona asked in protest. “I’m not done with you yet!”
“Fine, I’ll come back.” Callie called over her shoulder. “If you don’t want you next set of presents.”
“Oh, I do! You have permission to get them, so long as you come right back. I miss you.” Arizona replied.
Callie raised an eyebrow. “You miss me? I’ve been gone for what, 10 seconds?” She laughed as she returned to the couch and placed two new presents in Arizona’s lap. “Open them.” She urged, wrapping her arms around the blonde and placing a gentle kiss on her temple.
Arizona unwrapped the first package. Inside was a snowglobe, featuring two women dancing together - one blonde, one brunette. Winding up the handle on the bottom, the globe played a pretty, romantic tune.
“Two more ladies dancing.” Callie explained. “It reminded me of us.”
“I love it.” Arizona said, swallowing, a lump in her throat. “It’s so pretty and romantic.” Setting it on the coffee table, she opened the second gift. Inside was DVD of the movie musical Singin’ in the Rain.
“I know how you love old movies.” Callie explained. “There’s lots of dancing in this one. I figured we could spend the afternoon watching it together and relaxing. We’ve got plans tonight, so a low-key afternoon might be best.”
“Sounds perfect, sweetie.” Arizona said, rising to pop the DVD in the player and pushing play. She returned to Callie’s arms, where they snuggled up under a blanket and watched the movie.
About half an hour into the movie, Callie felt the rhythm of Arizona’s breathing settle into an all-too-familiar pattern. Leaning over to check her suspicions, she saw that she was right - her girlfriend was fast asleep in her arms. Callie could only smile - she loved moments like these, the quiet, cuddly times where it was just the two of them, no interruptions, not chaos, just them. Reaching over to set an alarm on her phone, Callie snuggled against her girlfriend even deeper and drifted off herself. She couldn’t think of a better way to spend a lazy afternoon than snuggled up against her beautiful girlfriend.
A few hours later, Callie’s alarm jarred them from their peaceful sleep. Stretching, Callie kissed her girlfriend’s temple and said “wake up, sleepyhead. We’ve got a date.”
“Mmm . . “ Arizona mumbled, still half asleep. “Thank you for our movie . . . I mean nap. There’s nothing I love more than sleeping in your arms.” She leaned over and kissed Callie chastely on the lips before rising from the couch. Pulling Callie up with her, Arizona roped her arms around Callie’s neck and brought her in for a deeper embrace. After a slow, lingering kiss, she asked “so, since I’m never privy to the details of your plans, how should I dress?”
“Wear something sexy. Like maybe your red dress? You know the one.” Callie suggested. “However, wear relatively comfortable shoes.”
Arizona nodded and smiled, leaving to get dressed. A while later, both ladies were ready to go. Callie emerged wearing a short black halter dress, which showed plenty of leg and cleavage. Stopping to admire Arizona’s flowing red dress, with a high slit up the thigh, Callie nearly regretted her decision to make them leave the house.
“You look hot. . . as usual.” She said. “Maybe I don’t want to share you with the general public. Callie smirked, dragging Arizona in for a searing kiss, running her hands through her golden locks.
When Callie transferred her point of assault to Arizona’s neck, the blonde leaned her head back, granting Callie better access. After letting out a small moan of pleasure, she pulled away. “As much as I’d like to continue this, I know you better than that. You’ll regret it if you don’t follow through with your plan. And I wouldn’t want my victory tainted because you forfeited. So let’s go.” Arizona said, slipping on her coat.
“Fine. . . “ Callie grumbled, grabbing her things and Arizona’s hand and heading towards the door. After a short car ride, they stopped outside what looked like a dance studio. When Arizona looked at Callie curiously, she replied “we’re taking dance lessons.”
“Super!” Arizona replied, clapping her hands together. As they entered the studio, Arizona noticed there was no one else there, except for the instructor.
“I thought it would be more fun to have private lessons.” Callie explained.
It was a perfect and romantic night. The two learned several fun and sexy dances like the rumba and the tango. Arizona savored every moment. Watching her super hot girlfriend work all of those luscious curves was definitely not a hardship. The fact that the night’s events required her to spend much of the time in close contact with Calliope’s body was an added bonus.
At the end of the night, they put their newly learned skills to the test, dancing close together, arms around each other, bodies touching and grazing, drawing apart and coming back together again. It really was a dance of love and seduction. Their eyes locked, gazes fixed upon one another, left both breathless by the end. Their instructor could only chuckle as they hurriedly excused themselves at the end of the evening. There was no doubt what was on the two ladies’ minds.
As they entered the hallway of their apartment, they struggled to make it down the hall, kissing and groping each other the whole way. As Arizona struggled to get the keys out of her purse, Callie grabbed her from behind, placing kisses on the nape of her neck, hands roaming every which way.
“Open . . .the . . . door.” Callie demanded. “Or I’m going to take you right here in the hallway.
“Mmmm . . .trying.” Arizona moaned, finally locating her keys. Once they were inside and coats and purses were discarded, Callie pinned Arizona against the door, continuing her assault. Her tongue greedily plunging into Arizona’s mouth, she sought control over the blonde. Arizona, not in a mood to fight , allowed Callie’s dominance - too caught up in the moment to care.
Suddenly, Callie grabbed Arizona and dragged her to the nearest chair, pressing down on the blonde’s shoulders until she was seated.
“What the . . .?” Arizona started.
“You’ve still got one dance left.” Callie responded. “And I intend to give it to you right now.” She added in a husky voice. With that she stripped down to her bra and panties and gave Arizona the lap dance of her life.
Never again would Arizona be able to hear about “9 Ladies Dancing” without feeling dirty. But it was a good dirty.