AN: Hello! This is my first ever fic. Its been on my computer for a while now along with a couple others but I've built up the courage to finally post it. Like I said its one of my first so if you want give me some feed back. This is only a portion of the story that I've uploaded. I'm more or less testing the waters :) Thanks for taking the time to read!

AN2: This story is rated T for now but that is likely to change depending on how things go. So keep in mind this may lead to plenty of smut...

Please enjoy!

Everything was different, nothing the same. Coping with day to day life was all Callie could do to get through the recent weeks. Since the accident she had been working to pick up the pieces of her life and rebuild it, much like the work investigators where doing with her wife's plane. Her wife... she too was picking up the pieces. Callie's heart was broke repeatedly since the call she received detailing the accident that might have taken from her the ones she loved most in life. Looking back now she was in an internal conflict, would she have done something differently? Could she have saved her wife's leg? She didn't know, she only understood that she did what she had too. Now she lived with the consequences.

Callie shifted to get comfortable on her sofa. Her extended stays there were beginning to create a small dent in the cushions. Looking out of the window she had no focal point. Her eyes darted from star to star, cloud to cloud. There was nothing that truly held her attention. She was in another world, a world of thoughts and memories that she longed to return to. The kisses, caresses, and love of her wife. The friendship and advice of her dearest Mark. Their little family that had created so many memories. Her mind wandered to Sofia, would she ever truly know about her father. Callie's eyes took a small break from the window as she checked the baby monitor. Seeing her little angel passed out in her crib she sighed and felt some relief and looked back to the stars. She missed Mark but most of all she missed her wife. Arizona had been lost from her for so long. Callie wasn't sure she could take much more pain...but she had made a promise to Arizona. She was not leaving her, she would do all that Arizona couldn't. She would be damned if she broke another promise to her. She just wished Arizona wouldn't make keeping that promise so damn hard. As angry as Callie was with Arizona she couldn't imagine her world without her. She needed her wife to come back to her and back to Sofia.

Laying back her head she began to think back on key moments of her life.

A smile played across her lips as she remembered the first time that her and Arizona had made love. They we both so nervous especially herself. As much as Arizona would deny it she to was afraid.

Callie POV

Arizona and I had just made it home from Alex and Izzies wedding, we immediately made ourselves at home here in my apartment. Tossing off our heels we made our way into the kitchen pouring ourselves some wine. Red for me and white for her.
"What do you want for dinner?" Arizona said in between sips.

"Well, sandwiches are out of the question." Callie teased "Why don't I go a head and order that pizza we talked about early."

"Pizza sounds amazing. Want me to start a movie or something?" Arizona spins to walk into the living room.

"Sure, but you pick what movie. I'm to tired to care." I yell to her as I dial away on my phone. I make a quick order to a voice that has become familiar to me from the many calls that I've placed there before.

I look over into the livingroom to see the most beautiful woman in my life, it almost amazes me that she is here with me. Me... I don't know what she sees in me.. But she is here in my home. I walk towards her crouched body. Her eyes shift from the movies on my shelf up to me. A smile spreads across her face and there they are, dimples. Those dimples make me melt, I don't think she even has a clue what they do to me.
"You ok?" She happy smile turns to one of concern.
"Oh, haha yeah. I'm fine. Great actually." I feel myself start my stammering. "I can't start this! I'm going to sound like an idiot" I scream in my head. My hands are even starting to sweat. I watch her raise up, eyes are locked on mine. God, those blue eyes. I find myself getting lost in them continuously. I have never seen such beauty. I feel her hands on my hips pulling me into an embrace.

"Calliope..." Her voice is a whisper.

I shiver from the heat of her breath on my skin. Her arms travel up my back, our heads tilt into one another, our lips meet. Red find light pink ones. I place my arms around her pulling her into a deeper kiss. Neither of us can deny the heat building within us and between us. We break away slightly catching our breaths. I find my hands moving beneath her blue blouse. That blue shirt made her eyes even more drawing.. if it was even possible to do so. Her warms skin is smooth underneath my finger tips. I surprise myself by speaking up and breaking the silence.

"Can this... be OUR night?"

She removes my hands from within her shirt. I start to feel sick. I can't believe I've messed this up already. Never letting go of my hands she pulls me toward my bedroom. My shock and fear is replaced with happiness and nerves. The lump in my throat travels south and erupts into a rabble of butterflies in my tummy. Once inside she shuts the door behind us.
"Of course, I would love for this to be OUR night."