A/N I did not create these lovely ladies, nor do I own them. I am just using them to create a story. They are all Shonda's.

It was a brisk autumn day in downtown Seattle, with the breeze dancing through the air at regular intervals, causing Arizona's blonde locks to twirl around her beautiful face. For a minute, Callie was transfixed at the way the shadows of her curls threw the light around Arizona's perfect lips, but she was abruptly shaken out of her reverie when she realized that Arizona was waiting for her reply.

"Um, Calliope?" Arizona said.

"Sorry, what did you say?" Callie asked. She felt bad for losing her concentration, but she loved her wife and the fact alone that she had such a great woman to call hers, well that was enough to get her lost in her thoughts.

"I was just telling you about my surgery last week - kid with the intestinal perf. Were you listening?" She wondered uncertainly.

"I'm sorry, Arizona. I got lost in your smile. It brightens my day." Callie said earnestly. Arizona blushed, and in spite of herself flashed Callie one of her super magic smiles. Callie grinned. "There it is!" She laughed. She leaned in to hold Arizona's cheek in her hand, just taking in all the beauty that was Arizona Robbins. Arizona softened at her touch, and her hands reached over to lock into Callie's hair. Their lips met and they were both instantly lost in the feeling they each got every time they were with one another. The feeling that everything was complete, and nothing could break the intense bond they shared. A few seconds of this passed, before they were both startled by the sound of Arizona's pager bleeping loudly.

"Crap!" Callie groaned. That sound meant that they were going to have to cut their picnic short.

"I'm sorry, Calliope, but the tiny humans aren't going to fix themselves. This was great though," she said, gesturing around them. Callie had planned a lunch for the two of them in their favorite park that overlooked Seattle to celebrate Arizona's winning of an award. She'd gone all out with the old fashioned picnic basket that her grandmother had given her, Arizona's favorite wine, and of course some pound cake for them to share. Ever since the incident before their big fight, pound cake had been a private joke between the two of them.

"It's okay. I'll come back to the hospital and find some bones to break!" Callie joked. She started picking up their things. Arizona helped, and together they moved swiftly and got everything cleared in record time. They walked back to the car, everything seeming rushed now instead of the way it had been before - perfect, casual and fun, but at the same time filled with meaning and love. That was how it was when you got a page, though. You put down everything and go answer it, because someone's life could be hanging in the balance. This was the norm for the two surgeons. Arizona was determined to hang on to some of the previous passion, though, and to show Callie that she really did love the picnic. So she grabbed Callie's hand as she was about to pull out of the car park and held it to her lips, saying everything with that simple gesture.

"It was beautiful. Just like you." She murmured. Callie turned to her and again, their lips found each other's. It was very intense, but since they were in a rush, it was over all too quickly, because as previously mentioned, they really had to go.

After their shifts, they met at the elevator to go home. Arizona's heart skipped a beat when she saw Callie, as it normally did. When the doors closed, and they were finally alone, Arizona spoke.

"How was your day, Calliope?" She asked.
"Had back to back surgeries all afternoon. I love the rush it gives me. It was like after you agreed to move in with me, and the whole time you're riding this high and you feel like you can do anything. I swear, it was nearly as fun as being with you." Arizona smiled. She loved the way that, without even trying, Callie melted her heart. How Callie would talk about how Arizona made her feel as if it made perfect sense for her to feel that way. The elevator doors dinged open and they walked out onto the first floor towards the exit, hands entwined. They passed Mark and Lexie sitting in the waiting room together, obviously savoring a few moments in their otherwise busy days. Callie smiled at them and then she and Arizona walked out the front door. On the drive home, she noticed that Arizona seemed kind of quite. "Everything ok?" She asked.

"Oh, it's fine… I was just thinking."
"About what, sweetie?"

"Well, we both have some days off left in the year, and since it's nearly over, I think we should take a trip. You know, just have some time to ourselves. To really be together."
Callie was taken off guard. She had not expected her wife to say that. However, the more she thought about it, the better an idea it seemed.
"Sounds good. How about you plan it?" Callie suggested.
"Sure! Oh, I'm excited now. It'll be awesome. Oh, oh my god, we should go to Paris. Or Spain. Yes, we can go to Germany!" Arizona's bright and shiny personality made Callie chuckle. It was so bubbly and full of life, and it lit up her world. They pulled onto the curb in front of their apartment, and got out of the car. As they strolled up the hall together, they were discussing all the places they could think of, trying to decide for their trip. Arizona's glee and excitement were starting to spread to Callie now, so the pair of them were both giggling and talking animatedly to one another.

"Italy would definitely be great, because we could just drink wine and eat pasta the whole time!" said Arizona. This made Callie stop for a second, looking her wife up and down.

"What?" asked Arizona indignantly.

"Well, you know how wine makes you get after a while," Callie raises one eyebrow. What her wife is saying sinks in to Arizona and she laughs.

"Calliope." She says. Callie then grabs the side of her jacket and pulls her closer. Callie's lips crush themselves against Arizona's and they stumble into the apartment, remaining molded to each other the whole time.

After that night, the 3 weeks until their trip went by in a blur of blood, bones and smiles for Arizona and Callie. Before they knew it, Arizona was waking up her wife on the day of their departure.

"Come on, Callie, it's time to get up and get on the plane!" She said.
Callie grumbled into the pillow.

"5 more minutes, please!" she groaned.
Arizona grimaced. She knew Callie wasn't much of a morning person. Aside from the obvious requirements of being a doctor - having to wake up and work whenever, Callie didn't really appreciate being pulled out of her dreams. But there was always an exception when Arizona was involved, as she'd learnt over the years, so she rolled Callie onto her back and gave her a very quick but passionate kiss to awake her. Callie's eyes fluttered open and she smiled at Arizona.

"A good morning quickie to start our vacation with a bang?" she asked Arizona hopefully. Arizona shook her head, a grave look on her face.

"We can't miss our plane, Calliope." She warned. Callie frowned, but grinned at her wife. She loved waking up next to her. The next 25 minutes went by very quickly, consisting mostly of last minute packing additions, a hot shower (to which Arizona stayed true to her word, not wanting to fall behind schedule, but there was still a bit of a make out session because they were only human), and the speedy consumption of coffee and blueberry bagels. By 7.00 a.m. they were locking the apartment and making their way to the car. By 7.45 they were at the airport. They left Seattle around 8.30, and landed in Rome around 10.00 p.m., but in Rome it was 7.00 a.m. the next day. They got a taxi and made their way to the hotel.

"Wow, Arizona, this is beautiful!" Callie said as they walked into their suite. She looked around. There was a great view of the town out the windows, which had hand-carved embellishments all around their frames. The theme of the room was old fashioned but arty, and there was a chandelier dangling above the bed. It was not tacky, though, rather it seemed like a timeless treasure. Through one door, Callie could see a deluxe bathroom, and through another she caught a glimpse of a living/dining room. It was beautiful, with an antique table set for two with matching chairs in one corner; old, puffy and comfortable looking couches that looked like they'd just come out of an vintage Italian movie; and a grand piano. Atop the old table was a single lilly in a vase. Callie's eyes narrowed and she looked back at Arizona who was starting to unpack their things. Had Arizona asked them to put Callie's favorite flower there? The little things that Arizona did for her touched her heart, and Callie felt warmth wash through her from the very core of her being. She continued on her little tour. The whole suit was colored in earthly greens, rich browns and reds, and subtle hints of gold. This would have normally repelled Callie, but in here it worked just right. It was funny to her, because it seemed like a mix of Arizona and Callie's styles. The result was great. She wandered back to Arizona, and rubbed her back in a way that always soothed her.

"This suite is amazing. I can't believe how great a planner you are. The whole vacation is going to be perfect." Arizona smiled at her words.

"You really like it?" She asked eagerly.
"Yeah I do!" Said Callie.
"Lots?" Arizona wondered.
"Yes, Arizona. Is this going anywhere?"

"Would you say it's…. Awesome?"
Callie groaned. "Okay, honey. It's," She grimaced, "awesome. God I hate using that word."
Arizona beamed, satisfied with herself for the time being. Callie couldn't help but smile with her. Arizona went to sit on the bed beside Callie.

"Wow, this is comfy. It's going to make fighting the jet lag even harder when we have such a great bed a few seconds away." Arizona complained.
"I know a way to keep ourselves awake." Callie whispered. Arizona turned to face her, and Callie winked at her wife.

"There's no plane to catch now!" Callie exclaimed and pulled Arizona into her arms.
"All right!" Arizona said, and together they put the bed to it's other use.