Set in the future.
"Callie!" Arizona called toward their locked bathroom door. "They're going to give away our table!" She bounced on her toes (as best as she could with a prosthetic leg, anyway), anxious to begin their date at the elegant Italian restaurant nearby.
"Just a sec!" Callie yelled back.
Arizona huffed impatiently, looking at her reflection in their mirror and smoothing her curls and midi red dress.
"Okay, I'm ready, I'm ready," Callie offered with a hint of apology, yanking the bathroom door open and stepping out into their bedroom.
Arizona turned to face her, beginning to exhale "finally," when she was stopped short by the sight before her.
Callie was perfect. Wearing a black dress that somehow shone as brightly as her eyes and perfectly accentuated her curvy waist and long legs, she looked stunning—even more so than usual.
As wide blue eyes took her in, Callie looked down at herself, self-conscious. "Is it too much?" she worried. "I mean, you're pretty dressy, too, but since it's black, it might-"
"No." Finally finding her voice again, Arizona put up her hand. "It's not too much."
Callie furrowed her eyebrows. "Are you sure? Cause you looked like-"
"It's not too much," Arizona promised. "You just literally took my breath away."
Slowly, Callie's lips curled up into a wide grin, her pink cheeks flushing with joy.
"Like, I was actually wondering if I'd died and gone to Heaven," Arizona deadpanned.
Callie laughed, noting the way Arizona dimpled at the sound. God, what love.
"It's a good thing I'm a doctor, then, huh?" Callie began, sashaying toward the woman she loved. "Because I can't have you dying on me. That wouldn't be good."
Arizona grinned back, always appreciative of their loving banter. "It definitely wouldn't be," she agreed. "I'd miss out on taking that dress off. And on fancy pasta! Which I might miss out on, anyway!" she remembered, fixing Callie with a glare. She was really hungry.
"It's only a ten minute drive!" Callie countered, leaning toward the mirror as she applied her ruby-red lipstick. "I'm just trying to make sure I look my best, here. After all, my date's the most beautiful woman in the world…" she teased, but she wasn't joking. In her mind, there was no one as beautiful and wonderful and dazzling as Arizona.
At that, Arizona blushed. "For the record, I'd argue that my date's the most beautiful." She wasn't sure wen she'd become one of those disgustingly corny, happy, love-stricken women; she only knew that, out of nowhere, it had happened. And that was thanks to Callie.
"Come here," Callie instructed, turning away from the mirror. "I need to blot."
Without thinking, Arizona stepped toward her, only to be pounced; Callie grabbed the blonde's face, pressing her lips against Arizona's, then peppering her porcelain cheeks and little nose with kiss after kiss as she blotted off her excess lipstick against soft skin.
"Hey!" Arizona cackled as Callie's lips and hair tickled her. "Callie!"
After Callie was satisfied, she pulled away, fixing Arizona with a satisfied smile. "There."
Arizona just shook her head, stifling a laugh. "I'm scared to look in the mirror."
Callie laughed. "So don't. We've got a reservation to get to, anyway."