Title: Simple
Author: gabs88
Pairing: Callie/Arizona
Summary: a random moment
Rating: k+
Disclaimer: All characters belong to ABC/Shonda Rhimes. This story is not for profit and made purely for entertainment value/I needed some fluff.
Note: I needed to write something fun and flirty after watching season nine. I'm starting another story, more angsty (season nines vibe has made an impression on me) and wrote this to keep me feeling light. Would love feed back on characterization and writing style, or just to hear thoughts :)

Simple

For Callie, things had always been simple. This may have been partly because of her slightly privileged upbringing, but never the less. Things were generally simple, decisions obvious.

You wanted to be a surgeon, you became one. You wanted those shoes, you got them. You want to give something back, you join the peace corp. You fell in love, you fell hard, fast and didn't look back.

It didn't matter if that person was a man or a woman. It didn't matter if it was quick, startling and earth shattering. Love was love. And that was that; you were there for the person you loved.

She'd had always, unequivocally, believed that. And that, in her mind, applied with all love. So when her father had looked at her with that...disgust. And shame. Callie could barely believe it. She had taken her values on love and partnership from her parents-for her own father to not accept her, purely because she had fallen in love with a women and not a man, was unfathomable to her.

She tried, repeatedly: sent him letters, tried to call, facebook messaged him even though he could barely turn his computer on, let alone log into his account. Because that's what you do with those you love: you mend something if it's broken, you never just throw it away.

For her father to then show up to the hospital with Father Kevin, to spout biblical passages at her about sinning and hell. It turned her cold inside. And still she tried, she tried to talk to him. Tried to get him to see that she was still Callie, still his daughter, still deserved his love.

And finally, when she had broken and given up, he found her. He found her, in the car park, and accepted it.

Callie was grinning to herself as she walked up the stairs to her apartment after dropping her father off at the airport. Her faith in her father was restored. Her faith in, well, everything was restored. She had no idea what had made him flip his view, but she was grateful, and happy and felt so much better to have that faith restored.

She burst into her apartment, all smile, door swinging wildly in front of her. She delighted in seeing her girlfriend in the room.

Arizona jumped up from the couch, slipping something into her pocket and looking like someone ready to bolt.

"Calliope!" Her tone was high, "You're home late?"

Callie moved forward, dropping her bag on the floor and placing her hands on her girlfriends hips, pushing her gently backwards so she was sitting again. Straddling her on the couch, Callie kissed her once, firmly.

Arizona looked suprised, a smile creeping onto her face, "You're happier then before." Callie planted another kiss, slower this time, lingering, "Not that I'm complaining."

"My father caught me after work," Callie couldn't stop the smile. She looped her arms around Arizona's neck, "He's accepted it, in his own way. He's finally, after months, come to terms with it. He loves me, and, since you're not a vegetarian, is going to absolutely love you, too. And-"

It was Arizona's turn to kiss her. She had started to ramble and all the thoughts slipped out of her brain as her girlfriends tongue found its way into her mouth. Pulling back slowly, Callie rest her forehead against the blonde's.

"You always know how to distract me..." Callie raised an eyebrow, pulling back slightly, "Why do you kind of smell like smoke?"

Arizona widened her eyes and tried to look innocent, tilting her head slightly, "Hm?"

"You!" Callie buried her face in her girlfriends neck, then picked up a lock of her hair, bringing it to her nose and inhaling, "You smell like smoke!"

"Oh, someone was smoking in Joes, I stopped in for a drink quickly with some of the paeds staff."

"And someone stood right next to you and blew smoke an inch from your hair? And," Callie ran her tongue over her own lips, "into your mouth?" Callies tone was light, playful. Her mouth was quirked in a smile that matched the one raised eye brow that clearly spelt out she wasn't buying it. "Arizona..."

"I had, just...a small puff. Of one." Callies eyebrow quirked, if possible, higher. "Okay, I had a couple of puffs...of two, it was just two. Two whole ones, but that's it." Arizona was shrugging as she spoke in that adorable way of hers, tucking her chin against her right shoulder as she tried to express with her body just how much of a non issue it was.

Callies pursed her lips. Arizona was a self confessed 'rare' smoker. Something Callie didn't really understand: you either smoked or you didn't. To be fair, she had only caught her with a cigerette in her hand once. And that once was when she thought she was going to be in trouble.

Pulling back further, Callie tried to catch the blondes eye, who was keeping her blue gaze anywhere but meeting Callie's.

"What did you do?"

Arizona tried to play the shocked card, "What, me?" Again with the shrug, "I didn't-"

"You smoke 'on very rare occasions, usually when you think you're going to be in trouble'. That's a direct quote, by the way."

Arizona leant back on the couch completely, breathing a sigh of resignation. Resting her hands on Callies thighs, she looked up. "I thought I may have made a situation worse, but clearly I haven't."

Callie looked confused, "You gave me good advice today. I really appreciated it. It didn't work the first time round, talking to him, but he came around. He really is okay with it now."

Arizona smile, "That's just so awesome, Callie. Super awesome. What else did he say? Did you drop him at the airport?"

"I just got back from doing that, that's why I was late. He didn't say a lot more, we hugged a lot and he says he felt old, but-" Callie stopped abruptly, "You're changing the subject." She playfully slapped at Arizona's hands, still resting on her thighs.

Arizona flashed her smile at Callie, "It almost worked." She started running teasing fingers on her thigh, moving them up, "You're fun too distract."

Callie saw through her, one hundred percent. Putting her hand on Arizona's teasing one, now somehow under her waistband, she gave her stern look, "You smoked."

Sighing again, Arizona caved.

"I saw how upset you were. You were...shattered, Calliope." Arizona sat up again, running her fingers down Callies cheek, "Your family define you, you love them so infinitely, and I didn't like that it was me that had contributed to the rift between you all."

"You weren't the problem. I am who I am-their view on that was the problem, not you."

Arizona smiled slightly, tucking a strand of Callies hair back behind her ear, "I know. But I felt responsible. I-I spoke to your dad."

Callies raised eyebrow look was back.

"Not a lot, I just tried to explain that you are who you always were, that this didn't change that. And then I panicked. I thought that maybe I made it worse, that he'd man handle you onto a plane and try take you home or really light up that incense you mentioned and sprinkle holy water."

Callie laughed, and then smiled as she saw relief on Arizona's face.

"You're not mad?"

Callie leant forward again, kissing Arizona on her nose, "Not mad. You're not in trouble, so you inhaled tar into those lungs of yours for no reason."

Arizona smiled sheepishly.

Bringing her hands up to cup Arizona's face, Callie felt overwhelmed that Arizona had felt that protective. That she'd approached Callies father, a man Callie loved, but that she knew first hand could be incredibly intimidating and foreboding. Pressing a kiss to Arizona's lips, she stayed there for a few minutes, enjoying the feel of her.

"Thank you, Arizona."

Arizona leant forward, pressing kisses to Callies neck, flicking her tongue out to taste the skin.

"I'd do anything for you, Callie."

It was a pure statement. No question behind it. A fact.

Simple.

Callie felt her lips curl up in a grin. She moaned slightly as Arizona grazed her teeth along her collarbone. She brought her hands up to tangle in her hair.

"Arizona?"

"Yeah?"

"Brush your teeth first, baby."