AN: So it took a while before I finally decided on how this date is going to go. I took some of your suggestions. Hope you like it.

Also, I have been having problems with places and the names of cities in my stories. I have never been to America and obviously Callie and Arizona are Americans. So please forgive me at my poor attempts at making up fake places. Here in this story I want them to be near the sea so let's just say they are somewhere in California.

Callie's POV

I'm quite rattled to be honest. It's nearing noon and I'm still finishing up some paper works in my office. Arizona is supposed to pick me up at 12 o'clock sharp from the hospital. Today is officially our first date, and luckily Mark agreed to take Sophia for the night. I honestly don't know what Arizona has got in mind, all I know is she asked me to wear comfortable clothes and my swimsuit underneath my clothes. I guess we're going swimming? I hope we're going to the beach, I am definitely up for a beach getaway. Oh shoot, I forgot to bring some towels and change of clothes. Arizona forgot to mention those so I forgot. Darn it. What if she plans on going some place else after swimming, I can't be walking around dripping wet on our first date. I mean wet all over, not wet down there, cause Arizona in a bathing suit would definitely do that already. Wait what if she plans on…. You know… after…Gosh I forgot to shave my legs. What time is it? Do I still have time to shave my legs? And I might be icky after swimming.

I stop whatever I'm doing to get a hold of myself. I'm officially freaking out. I can't believe it, I'm Callie freaking Torres, I've been in tons of dates before. I'm tough, accomplished, hot..but this is Arizona Robbins we're talking about, and she's…she's just… she drives me crazy in every way. I have never felt this connection and raw attraction with anyone before. Now I feel like a teenager about to go to prom. I stand up straight and I steady myself. I wipe my sweaty palms on my jeans and I fix my white button up shirt. I walk in front of the mirror, and I fix myself. I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. Arizona just texted.

A: I'm right up front :)

Darn it, she's here already. I still have to finish up for a bit.

C: I'm so sorry, can you just come to my office. I just have to finish up something real quick.

A: Sure. No worries

I hurry to my desk and I finish signing some requests and proposals. I stack the papers accordingly and as I'm about to put them in their respective files, some knocks on my door.

"Come in," I shout.

Arizona then walks in and it stops me from whatever I'm doing. It feels like my world literally stopped, and angel just walked in my office. Arizona looks amazing, and she's just in casual wear. She's wearing a loose fitting striped tank top, some short washed denim shorts that shows off her gorgeous legs, and her hair is in loose curls. She flashes me her dimpled smile.

"Hi," I manage to croak out.

"Hi," she replies sweetly.

I continue staring, just staring as she approaches me.

"I took the liberty of getting you coffee, I know you had a lot of work needed to be done this morning," she says as she hands me a cup of steaming coffee.

"Oh you're such an angel," I say as I reach for the coffee she's handing me. I take a sip and I literally moan at how perfect she got how I liked my coffee.

"Thank you," I say as I rise from my seat to stand in front of her to greet her properly.

"I also got you these," she says as she reaches from behind and hands me a small boquet of carnations.

I can't help but smile wider at the gesture.

"Thank you, you're too sweet," I gush.

My instinct leads me closer to her, my hand goes automatically to cup her face, and my lips gravitates towards hers. I press my lips softly against her slightly parted mouth and I hold it for a while. When I let go, Arizona still has her eyes closed and has cute smile on her lips.

"Wow," she says breathily.

"Just let me put these in water and I'm ready to go," I said. I finish my coffee in one big continuous gulp, and I remove the current contents of a vase near my windowsill. I put in a bottle's worth of clean water and I place the pretty flowers my date has given me.

I put my keys, my wallet, and my phone in my pockets and Arizona and I head out together.

When we got outside, Arizona led the way to the parking lot.

"You drove here?," I asked.

"Yep," she chirps, and then stops in front of her vehicle.

"This yours?," I asked in surprise. Arizona and I haven't talked about her ride, I didn't even know she had one.

"Yeah, fresh out of my friend's shop. We've been working on it for months, and I guess this is the best time to take her out on her maiden voyage," Arizona says as she circles her vehicle regarding it while she talks about it.

I step closer, unable to stop myself from admiring it.

"I know it's far from your SUV and luxury cars, and I hope you don't mind us taking it," she says somewhat apologetically.

"Are you kidding me? This is beautiful, I've always wanted one. You really did a good job restoring it," I say in awe.

I crouch down to ooh and ahh at the immaculately restored mint green 1961 Vespa 150. The paint had a glossy finish, all the chrome was sparkling, and the seats were newly upholstered with tan colored leather. The spare tire placed under the handle is also covered in the same colored leather.

Too engrossed in admiring the motorcycle in front of me, Arizona had to literally pull me up so she can put a helmet on me. I ddin't even notice her putting her own helmet on.

Arizona then kickstarts the beast making it roar. I love hearing the somewhat tinny and metallic engine sounds of classic Vespas. Arizona hops on and I ride behind her. I put my hands on her shoulder but she grabs them and moves them to and around her waist.

"Don't let go okay?," she says.

"Never," I reply.

Arizona revs the engine and we set off. I have been officially a resident of this city for almost a decade but I haven't really explored it much. I came to Barton for my undergrad so I lived here for 4 years then I went to Harvard med and came back here again for residency. But my life had always been school and the hospital, so I really don't know much around here. This route Arizona just took is unfamiliar to me. All I know is it leads to a nearby coastal town.

I stop trying to figure out where we're headed instead I just enjoy the moment. The air is surprisingly cool despite it being noon. We're cruising smoothly through curving roads with nothing but trees on either side. I place my chin on Arizona's shoulder and I tighten my arms around her waist as I feel the roads getting steeper. Arizona's Vespa is having no difficulty maintaining speed despite the ascending route. I didn't even notice how long we've been on this route, I really couldn't care, this is so much fun.

The trees on the right side are thinning out and I can see that we are indeed higher than where we came from. On our left is the side of the mountain where this road was built and on our right I can see the sky and the sea emerging.

My heart skips a beat when the magnificent view appeared in front of me. The sky is so blue and the sea in front of us is reflecting the blueness of the sky. If it weren't for the clouds I wouldn't be able to tell where the sea ended and the sky began. A little further down the road is a cove with golden sands and some shacks, houses and small mom and pop restaurants along the shore.

I can't believe something this beautiful was so close to me. We're cruising downwards now as we approach the cove, and my front presses on Arizona's back even further. I was expecting that we would be stopping right on the beach, but to my surprise Arizona just keeps on driving. I wanted to ask where we're headed but she wouldn't be able to hear me with the blow of the wind and the hum of the engine.

We're going uphill again once we passed the cove, then Arizona turned right going into a narrow dirt path. The path is lined with tall trees but a few meters in I can already see the ground clearing. Then we reach a clearing.

Arizona halts and turns off the engine.

"We're here," she announces chirpily.

I disembark the scooter and I take my helmet off. I walk further out and I can see that we are on a clearing above sea level. I glance to the right and I can see the cove that we just passed, and the blue and vast ocean in right in front of us.

"Wow," I mutter.

Arizona then looks at me adoringly, then she moves to fix my hair. I couldn't care any less about my helmet hair though, this place is breathtaking.

I grab my phone and I snap some photos. Arizona walks to the Vespa and unties the box much like the ones used for deliveries that she strapped on the rear rack. She drops it on the ground, and she grabs a basket from within it. She opens the basket and she pulls several food containers from the inside. She also grabs 2 plastic goblets, napkins, and 2 forks. She sets up our little picnic and I can't help but gush at her. She's so focused on what she's doing, and she looks so beautiful doing it. I take a photo of her discreetly, then she beams at me shortly after once she was satisfied with her picnic set up. She motions for me to come over.

"This is amazing Arizona, thank you for this," I say earnestly as I put my hand over hers once I am seated comfortably next to her.

"It's nothing really, I just want to share with you one of my favorite places," Arizona replies with a small smile.

"No really, this is already the best date ever and we haven't even eaten yet," I say with a giggle on top a huge excited grin. I'm having a really hard time hiding my giddiness.

"So I tried cooking for you. I mean you cook for me all the time, and you even make me food that I can bring to campus. So I wanted to return the favor. I tried to ask my friends to help me learn how to cook, and this is the best I can do for now," Arizona rambles nervously.

"I'm sure I'll like whatever you prepared for me," I say while I squeeze her hand tightly.

She opens the food containers one by one.

"So this one is pretty easy, it's a grilled chicken salad with some store bought Asian dressing," Arizona says with a chuckle.

"This one is pan grilled salmon with lemon butter sauce with some grilled asparagus," she says as she shows me another dish.

"These are some crab cakes," she says as she points to another container.

"These look yum," I say, and I grab one of the crab cakes with my fingers and take a bite.

"Oh god, you made these? These are amazing," I say as I polish off one crab cake. I move from one dish to another, moaning at every bite. I didn't even realize that I was this hungry, I guess I was so nervous for this date earlier.

We eat in comfortable silence glancing at each other once in a while.

"So who taught you how to cook? Cause these are some mean recipes right here," I ask.

"You'll find out soon," she says with a dimpled smile.

"So you haven't been in this area?," Arizona asks.

"Honestly I haven't. I never bothered going around, I had too much going on all the time I guess," I admit.

"How are you? I mean we do see each other all the time, but I haven't asked you how you really are after the divorce," she asks.

I'm quite amazed at how easy it is to talk to Arizona. She is always so genuinely caring and honest and pure that we can talk about anything and everything, and right now I can see that there is no malice or intrigue or motives with her question. She just genuinely cares.

"I guess the only word I can use to accurately describe what I'm feeling is relieved. I'm just relieved that it's all over, and that the pressure that my marriage was bringing me is off my shoulders now. Richard and I are finally in a good place. We are happy for each other," I reply.

"You know, whatever you need I'm just here. As a friend or whatever you need me to be," Arizona replies.

I give her a small smile, a smile that says that I appreciate her.

We finish our meal in silence. Arizona and I are side by side and we're both looking out towards the ocean. The wind is blowing in our direction, softly caressing our skin with the signature smell of the ocean breeze. We both bask in the peace of this place with the only sounds surrounding us are the crashing of the waves and the occasional seagull passing by.

Arizona carefully cleans up the plates and the cutlery we used. We were able to finish everything and now we're both sated. Once Arizona has put the stuff back in the basket, I lie down on the blanket with my head on her lap. She starts playing with my hair while we both look out to the sea.

I'm guessing it's a little bit past 3 pm. This is the most relaxed I have felt in months, and I just don't want this feeling to end.

"I know you're accomplished and all, and you pretty much have everything, but what is the one thing that your heart desires the most. It could be something that you have, or something that you don't have," Arizona asks out of the blue.

"There are a lot of things that I still wish for," I begin.

"Mmmm?," Arizona urges on.

"Peace, A good life for Sofia, Contentment," I enumerate.

"What's the one thing that your heart years for the most then? Something that would make you feel complete then you won't be asking for anything else," Arizona asks.

"A family I guess. A warm loving family for Sofia and I. People may think that I have everything, with the career and the big house and the money and the fame, but I would give it all up for a supportive home just like my the family my father and mother made," I say honestly.

Arizona then urges me to turn on my back so I'm facing her. She gives me a soft smile, and she leans down and captures my lips in a tender kiss.

"Come on, change in your swim wear, we're going swimming," she says chirpily as she helps me sit up.

"Wait? Right now? Change here? But the beach is way down there," I say gesturing to the cove about a kilometer away and downhill from here.

Arizona just flashes me her mischievous smile while she removes her tank top and pulls her denim shorts down. My heart races from the view she is currently showing me. She's in an emerald string bikini, and the sun is giving her skin a glow and a thin sheen of sweat. My heart is also pounding cause I might have an idea of what she's up to.

"Come on," she says while she pulls me up.

I pout at her, but she just tugs on my shirt urging me to take it off.

"I have a bad feeling about this," I say whiningly.

"You trust me don't you?," Arizona asks.

"Yes, with my life," I affirm.

"This will be amazing, I promise," Arizona says.

I unbutton my shirt in front of her. I look at her a little too intensely, trying to fluster her the way she flustered me. I see her visibly gulp as I finally remove my shorts and I'm just in my beige string bikini.

"Let's go," Arizona says. Then she pulls me towards a small path to the edge of the hill that we're currently on. She directs me closer and closer to the edge. I am deathly afraid of heights, and right now we're about 50 feet from sea level. I already feel my knees shaking, and I can barely take another step.

"I'm here," Arizona says. She loops her left arm around my right ar.

"Don't be scared Calliope, I won't let anything happen to you," Arizona coos softly.

"God, I can't do it," I say with tears already welling in the corners of my eyes.

"I won't force you if you don't want to do it, but I promise you, this will be one of the most exhilarating moments of your life," Arizona says.

After a while of wallowing in fear, I take a few steps further to the edge of the cliff with Arizona beside me.

"Okay, look down but only very quickly, just so you see where we're jumping in. I'll be with you every step of the way," Arizona says.

I look down and I feel my heart pounding even more. I feel like it's going to beat out of my chest.

The cliff we're standing on is kind of protruding a little bit forward, so there's water that seems deep enough directly below us.

"Now look towards the horizon, just look straight ahead towards the ocean," Arizona instructs me.

I nod and I direct my vision to the horizon. It's just the sea in front of me and nothing else. It's like I'm on the edge of the world. It's both exhilarating, terrifying, and utterly beautiful. I hold onto Arizona tighter, my fear disappearing little by little, and my heart swelling with love for her more.

"There are only 2 things you need to know, jump and keep your body straight. You will have the urge to curl into a ball once you jump, but fight it and make sure to keep your hips forward and land straight," Arizona instructs.

I just nod, afraid to make a move unless absolutely necessary.

"Would you like to jump one at a time or together?," Arizona asks.

"Together please," I reply.

"Okay, I'll jump with you. But you must remember, when we jump together and when I say jump you jump at exactly the same moment I do. You cannot hesitate because it would be more dangerous if we don't jump at the same time," Arizona instructs firmly.

"Yes, I will jump with you," I say still keeping my eyes on the horizon. I can feel the wind blowing through my hair and my legs. The chill of the wind just making it more gut wrenching.

I feel Arizona put her hand on the small of my back and she moves a little farther putting an arms-length of distance between us.

"Just stop thinking about anything. The act of jumping off this cliff would require you to just let go. Let go of your worries, let go of your fears, let go of your inhibitions. Take a deep breath, and just let go," Arizona says.

Arizona takes a hold of my right hand, and I can't help but look at her. She gives me a sweet smile.

"Look at the horizon Calliope," Arizona instructs softly.

I shift my gaze towards the horizon.

"On the count of three, we jump okay?," Arizona says.

I nod in affirmation.

"One….Two….,"

I take a deep breath and I close my eyes tightly.

"Three," Arizona screams

"Jump,"

And I open my eyes in the last possible moment.

I breath out….and I just….let go.

I leap forward at the same time Arizona does with our hands still together.

The feeling is indescribable. The moment my feet leave the ledge, it's like the whole world stopped for a second. My heart also ceased from beating. Everything turned quiet, and it's just me and Arizona soaring through the air.

This is the most amazing feeling I have felt in a long time. It's one fleeting moment, but it is a moment that I will never forget.

In seconds, we hit the water.

Arizona and I surface almost at the same time, and I can't help but scream.

"Yeeeaaahhh," I scream. I feel my adrenaline rushing through me right now, and I have this feeling of immense euphoria overwhelming me.

"That was amazing," I scream towards Arizona with the biggest grin on my face.

Arizona has a wide grin on her face as well as she swims towards me.

" .Great," Arizona says.

She leaps towards me putting her arms around my neck. She then presses her lips firmly against mine. I instantly melt into the kiss.

I part my lips urging her to enter my mouth with her tongue. She obliges and she invades my mouth with her skillful tongue. I let her explore my mouth then I let our tongues battle for dominance. I pull her closer to me. We kiss passionately for a while only stopping when we needed to catch our breath. It's not that easy trying to stay afloat while making out.

"This is amazing," I tell her with a wide smile.

"Thank you,"

"Wanna go again?," Arizona asks.

I nod excitedly, and we make our way out of the water and up the cliff again hand in hand and never letting go of each other.

Arizona's POV

It's almost sunset, and Calliope and I decided to just watch the sunset from here. We're pretty tired from all the swimming and climbing and jumping. We've jumped three times more, and after each time Calliope got bolder and bolder. It warms my heart seeing her so free and uninhibited like that.

The sky is bordering amber now. The sun is like a big ball of fire slowly descending towards the sea right in front of us. Callie has me in her arms and I'm just laying against her with her arms around me. We just threw our shirts over our swimsuits and let the salty water dry out. The air is becoming colder and colder.

"Do you wanna grab an early dinner or something?," I ask Callie.

"Yeah sure, what do you have in mind?," she asks.

"I know just the place," I announce, and then we're off.

It's just a short drive down to the cove. The sun is almost gone now, the houses and establishments by the beach have turned on their lights and lamps now. This is a quaint little neighborhood, but at night, it gets pretty fun.

I drive us to a tavern called Pops. It's a little rustic with the building looking old and made entirely out of lumber, but it is authentically this place.

The moment I enter the door with Callie in tow, I am greeted by the familiar scent of this place that I've grown to love.

"Hey Arizona, glad to see you back here," Libby the waitress catches sight of me and greets me.

"You a regular here?," Callie asks.

"I used to work here," I tell Callie.

I pull her towards the bar where I see the person I'm looking for,

"Hey Pops!," I yell over the counter.

"Heyyyy," Pops greets back cheerfully. Pops is maybe in his late 60s, a little on the chunky side, white balding hair, white beard, and an always smiling face.

"Looking good there Pops," I tease.

"It's good to see you Arizona," he says with his warm smile.

"Aren't you going to introduce me to the beautiful lady over there?," Pops asks.

"This is Calliope Torres," I beam.

"Great to meet you sir," Callie says with a megawatt smile as she reaches for Pops big hand.

"Oh a friend of Arizona is a friend of ours, so call me Pops," the old man says.

"Will do," Callie replies.

"Arizona!," Claire screams the moment she sees me. She is Pops' wife and co-owner of this tavern/restaurant.

I almost got winded when Mama Claire hugs me tightly. I can see Calliope smiling in my peripheral vision. Claire is a sweet old lady, about the same age as Pops. She was fresh off the kitchen still in her apron and everything.

"Claire, this is Calliope Torres," I say once Claire has calmed down.

Claire grins widely, almost with a knowing smile.

"So this is the girl that got you to learn how to cook, now tell me honey, did Arizona do good? How was the food? How was your date?," Claire asks.

I immediately panic, thinking of how to do damage control. I didn't know if Callie was comfortable letting people know that we are on a date.

I tried to make an excuse but Callie beat me to it.

"So I figure you are the one who taught Arizona how to cook?," Callie asks.

"Yes, with much difficulty I'm afraid so," Claire says with a laugh.

"The food was amazing, and the date was even more amazing," Callie says with a megawatt smile, then she turns to look at me tenderly squeezing my hand silently telling me it is okay.

"I heard you are quite the cook as well, we have a lot of recipes to share with each other," Claire says as she pulls Callie along, leading her to a booth. It's as if Claire forgot I was even there.

To be continued...

AN2: So this is part 1 of their first date. Part 2 is coming soon. Let me hear what you think