Author: a_bemused_muse
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairing: Callie/Arizona
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Summary: "I need you to take a look at the, um, dishwasher. I think I broke it," she clarifies, gesturing helplessly.


AN: Inspired by this post. The following is basically an attempt to kick the muse back into the land of the living.
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Let it be said that Arizona Robbins has the best set of sheets in creation. The label boasts an obscenely high thread count and I luxuriate accordingly, stretching and sighing as I sway on the brink of dozing off again. I hear a muffled step and lazily crack open one eye. Arizona glances over and sees I'm awake.

"Morning!" she says cheerily, leaning over for her traditional wake-up kiss. She tastes like her usual vanilla coffee- with two sugars and a splash of cream, if my taste buds serve me right. I hook my leg over hers and roll on top, grinning at the sudden flush that blooms on her chest, that creamy expanse of skin that I've tasted countless of times. She lets out a rueful laugh and squirms suggestively beneath me, awakening the familiar twinge between my legs. What a tease.

"There are sick children, Calliope," she reminds me. "I have to go to work."

"Are you sure they can't wait five minutes?" I ask, my mouth hovering a few centimeters away from hers. "Or ten?" I continue, dragging my lips from hers to plant a lingering kiss on her pulse point that I know will probably leave a mark. I feel her tense and the blood start to quicken. Oh yeah- I've got her right where I want her. "Or maybe even fifteen?" I add after a beat, my voice no more than a husky whisper as I make my way downwards, tracing a line from her shoulder, her clavicle and even lower. Her fingers tangle in my hair and pull my head up so fast that my scalp tingles, but that's lost in the lip bruising kiss I suddenly find myself in. She rolls us over and straddles my waist before pulling back a little. Her fingers toy with the hem of my shirt and the enticing heat from her body on top of mine makes clear thinking more than a little difficult.

"I need to ask a favor," she tells me after a moment. I smile.

"Does it involve that thing I did last night? Because I'm pretty sure I can do a repeat performance," I say, skimming my nails over her thigh. She laughs and her blush gets a few shades deeper.

"No, it's... I need something else."

I nod at her to continue. She shifts a little and clears her throat, looking embarrassed. I give her an encouraging smile.

"Ineedyoutotakealookatthedishwasher," she blurts. I blink.

"What?"

"I need you to take a look at the, um, dishwasher. I think I broke it," she clarifies, gesturing helplessly.

"And you want me to fix it?" I ask in disbelief, eyebrows shooting upward. Mortified, she nods again and catches her lip in her teeth.

"I called the repairmen and they said they wouldn't be able to get anyone over since it's the weekend and I'd like to have it done before too long," she explains in another rush, her cheeks getting redder by the second. I groan and pull a pillow over my head.

"Arizona, fixing bones and repairing dishwashers is not the same thing," I grumble, my voice a bit muffled. She doesn't reply but I feel her lean forward again. She breathes out against my skin and kisses the hollow dip of my collarbone, sending tingles rippling down my spine. I shiver and her tongue flicks out over the goosebumps and when she finally answers, she almost sends me over the edge.

"I'll make it worth your while."

The pillow is over my head in a flash and I eye her with interest.

"Do tell."

"Well," she begins, drawing out the syllable with obvious enjoyment. "I happen to know that there's a full can of whipped cream in the fridge which could be put to very good use." She completes the effect with another dangerously naughty smile, complete with her dimples popping. I sit up and place a kiss in the soft spot right behind her ear before whispering, "Promise?" I nibble the edge of her earlobe and can't hide my smile when her response is more of a gasp than an actual word.

"Promise."

I beam at her and kiss her again, this time on her lips. She smiles at me and her gaze drifts to the clock on the night stand. She's off the bed in a flash with a cry of 'I'm late!' She gives me a good-bye peck and a moment later, the door slams and I'm left alone in her apartment. I throw the covers off and pad to the kitchen- and can't stifle the long sigh that escapes me.

Suds encrust the bottom of the dishwasher and a puddle of soapy water shimmers faintly with a rainbow hue in the morning light. With another sigh and a shake of my head, I set about cleaning up but once that's done, I hardly know where to start next. I glance over my shoulder at the beckoning bed and shrug. I'm sure that, with the right encouragement, Arizona will come around to using that can of whipped cream anyway, no matter the status of the dishwasher. I run a hand through my hair and stretch, turning as I do so. My elbow hits something and it falls to the floor. I crouch and pick it up. It's a recently used, half empty bottle of Palmolive and as I glance towards the dishwasher, I put two and two together. I open the dishwasher door and sure enough, Arizona put the liquid soap where the powder was supposed to go. A snicker bubbles out of me and I roll my eyes in amusement. I turn back to the bed and slip back between the sheets, dozing off into an easy sleep.

And later, Arizona makes good on her promise and fistfuls of her 1500 count sheets are locked in my fists as her tongue slowly laps up a streak of whipped cream off of my skin. The last coherent thought that goes through my head is that hopefully, if my luck will have it, maybe the toaster or something else will 'break' and I'll have to be coaxed into fixing that, too.

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