AN: I know I suck, I know I disappeared without any sign of coming back. So I'm just gonna go on and finish this story and hopefully some of you are still reading.

Callie's POV

After our amazing and quite entertaining dinner with Claire, Arizona and I decided to take a walk along the shore. As cliché as it sounds, walking on the beach is one of my favorite things to do. This date by far had been the best date I had been. This woman beside me, clutching my hand as we walk, is just simply… I can't even find one single word to describe her. She totally swept me off my feet today without being even slightly obnoxious and pretentious. She's just natural, pure, uninhibited.

The people from Pops adore her, and Claire is especially fond of her. I have never really seen how she interacts with other people as this is our first somewhat public outing, but by how she is loved by her previous co-workers, bosses, and even regulars, I can tell that she really is quite genuine. I now know why I just automatically took a liking to her even if it was just platonic at first. She has this undeniable charisma without even trying. She's one of those rare people, those who appear confident and totally comfortable with themselves especially around people without coming out as arrogant and full of themselves.

The more I watch her, the more I see who she really is, the more I am mesmerized by her.

"What's going on in that pretty noggin of yours?," Arizona suddenly asks.

"Noggin? Really?," I say with a chuckle.

"No seriously, you seem deep in thought?," she prods.

"It was such an amazing date. You just surprise me with every single moment we spend together," I reply, a little bit bashfully.

"It's nothing really, I just wanted to show you a great time. I mean, I'm pretty sure I'm no match to those who could bring you to the fanciest restaurants in town," she replies as she subtly sway our intertwined hands.

I stop on my tracks, pulling Arizona a bit as she wasn't prepared for the abrupt stop.

"Why? What's the matter?," she asks, confused at the sudden change of pace.

I pull her closer to me so that we are currently face to face. It's quite dark along the shore, with the only source of light being the few establishments and houses 50 meters back and the bluish hue of the moon. I study her confused expression for a while, how her pupils are dilated from the dark, how her forehead is slightly scrunched. I take both of her hands in mine.

"This is perfect, others cannot even compare," I say with the utmost sincerity. I don't want Arizona to have any doubt or any feeling of insecurity. I know at times it may just pop out, I mean we are at completely different stages of our lives.

I can see she sees it, that I am genuinely pleased about this date as she gives me her dimpled smile.

"I have to ask you something," she suddenly blurt out.

I know that despite the dark, she saw how my eyes suddenly widened at what she said.

"No no, don't worry it's nothing big," she says chuckling at my little panic attack.

"Claire offered me the room above the restaurant in case it gets dark. Just in case it gets late or we get too tired to go back home. Also to wash up since we haven't showered since our swim. It's a cute little inn really meant for the occasional tourist. I mean, only if you want to and you're free tomorrow morning," Arizona asks hesitantly,

I flash her a big smile.

"Sounds like a good idea, make sure to thank Claire tomorrow for me," I reply.

Arizona's POV

Callie and I had just finished showering. Maybe I really didn't have hot steamy rounds of sex in mind since this is just our first date and we're trying to take things slow, but I never imagined we'd be doing this- Callie and I just lounging around the room and on the balcony overlooking the beach and the cove in just our bathrobes with towels still wrapped around our heads while drinking juice boxes. It's just so random, but feels perfectly natural with Callie.

I have to admit, seeing and hanging out with just-in-a-bathrobe-Callie has gotten my mouth and something else watering for some brief moments, but this feels easy. It feels like we have grown to know each other in such an intimate way that the raw sexual tension has somewhat dissipated or at least could be set aside to just enjoy the company of one another.

"You know, honestly, I thought I'd be intimated by you on our first date. I mean it's our first public outing, and I'd expect to feel little even for a bit. But you've been nothing short of amazing you know? With me and the people at Pops. " I tell Calliope, breaking the comfortable silence around us as we lounge on the benches on the balcony.

"We're not that different Arizona, I mean apart from me being way older than you. You don't ever have to think that we're different. I mean, yes, we have this huge generational gap. I probably don't have much knowledge about the current trends right now, probably you have a lot of things that you like that I have no idea about, but apart from that, I don't see why you should feel intimidated or little around me," Callie replies.

"I couldn't care less about the age Calliope. So, I'll keep you up to date about the latest trends. I really never liked following trends anyway. It's more about you being The Calliope Torres. You're just someone I used to read and gush about in the internet. And here you are hanging out with me in a place totally different from where esteemed personalities like you hang around," I say.

Before this conversation started, Calliope was sitting on the bench while I sat on a separate lounge chair as we looked out over the ocean, but Calliope has moved from where she's seated to sit on the arm of my chair.

"I told you, I just did what I loved doing, and I was just fortunate enough to have extra things out of it. The awards, the accolades and the fame, I really don't care about them. All I cared about was my practice, my patients and my research. I'm no different from Claire who loves to cook and does it for a living. I'm just me Arizona, there's nothing special about me," she replies earnestly as she moves her gaze towards me.

"But you'll always be special to me, someone I aspire to be and someone I aspire to be with," I say tenderly.

"Thank you for that. Just please don't ever feel little or intimidated by me. You're already awesome as you are, and you're bound for greater things," she replies with a small smile as she puts her hand over mine.

"So, you really wanna learn about new trends?," I say trying to lighten the mood.

"Yeah, sure," she replies with enthusiasm.

"I'm not much of a dancer but I will be teaching you the most annoying dance trends of this generation," I reply as I jump out of my chair and pull Calliope towards the room.

I position us facing each other in the middle of the widest part of the floor area just beside the bed.

"So I will be teaching you how to Dougie," I say excitedly.

"Pfft, are you sure you are of your generation? Dougie is old news," Calliope says mockingly.

"Fine fine, how bout Nay-nay?," I ask.

"Really, Arizona?," Calliope says, raising her eyebrows in challenge.

"Twerk!," I retaliate.

"I am not that old you know," Calliope feigns insult.

"Ugh, okay…I'm not too good at this… Ahah!," I shout as I start jumping up and down.

"This is…the Dab," I say proudly, then I strike a pose with my head bent downwards and slightly tilted to the left, with both my right arm and left forearm pointing to the upper right side of my body.

"What in the name of all things holy is that?," Calliope asks incredulously.

"It's the dab, kind of a new thing with the younglings," I explain demonstrating the move again.

"That is not a dance step, it's just a pose!," Callie exclaims.

"Well it's both a pose and a dance step," I reply with a shrug of my shoulders.

"Okay, I think that is one trend that I would never get," Callie says.

"You and me both," I say with a chuckle.

Callie then takes a hold of both of my hands then pulls me closer to her body.

"Let me show you what real dancing is," she says.

She then puts both my hands over her shoulders and her hands on my hips. She begins humming a slow melody with her deep luscious voice then she starts to sway both our bodies from side to side. I put my body closer to hers as I cross my arms across her neck. I nuzzle my face in the crook of her neck as I sway in her lead.

Calliope continues humming in her own rhythm as I feel her arms pulling me flush against her body.

"You have such an amazing singing voice, I want to hear you really sing for me some time," I whisper in her ear.

"Anything for you mi amor," Calliope replies.

We continue slow dancing with our eyes closed and just enjoying the closeness of our bodies.

"Tell me about the first dance you've ever been to," she asks softly.

"My junior prom, I had the chickenpox, so senior prom was the only dance I went to. My best friend Nick was my date but we're both like going stag together, just checking out and hitting on girls together," I say with a small smile on my face as I remember that sweet memory.

"How bout you?," I then ask Callie.

"I was the wallflower in dances, just hanging around in one corner, watching girls get asked to dance. You know, awkward kid with the pet ferret," she replies.

" Too bad for them, it's their loss not getting to dance with the most amazing girl," I say sweetly

"Sweet talker," Callie huffs.

Instead of replying, I just pull back a bit to look Callie in her eyes. I want her to see that I mean it, that she really is the most amazing woman I know. I give her a small smile and I lean in slowly to capture her lips in a soft kiss.

The kiss was brief, tender, and sweet.

Moments after we pull apart, as soon as our eyes meet again, she grabs me by my neck and she crashes her lips with mine. This time, this kiss is deeper, with more raw hunger and need. We both part our lips as our tongues dueled. I pull the towel wrapped around her hair off so I can tangle my fingers in her messy dark mane. She does the same with the towel wrapped on my head and our movements begin to get frantic.

I can feel her hands roaming my body over my robe and I can already feel my skin set alight by her deft hands. I suck her tongue into my mouth slowly, languidly, making Callie moan into my mouth. I find the courage to slowly trail my hand from her hair down to her shoulder then to her breasts massaging them over the thick garment enrobing them.

I move my mouth from hers down to her neck, starting with sticky soft kisses then to full on swipes of my tongue that seem to drive Calliope crazy. I begin to suck on a specific nook of her neck, alternating between sucking and nipping gently. I can feel her hardened nipples screaming to escape the bathrobe that imprisons them.

In one bold move, as Calliope has her eyes tightly shut and her hands grasping my hair and clawing my back, I slipped one hand under her robe to massage the bare skin of her breasts. The moment I felt the warm soft skin of her full bosoms with her erect nipples straining against my palms, Calliope's hand suddenly takes a hold of my wrist.

"Wait, wait," she utters in between deep breaths.

"I'm sorry," I say breathlessly as I withdraw the hand she is currently grasping.

"Don't say sorry, please…I like it, a lot… a whole lot," she says still catching her breath with her forehead against mine.

"That's the problem though, I'm liking it too much, and we might end up doing something we're not ready for," she rambles out.

"Yeah, I know," I say in defeat.

"Don't you want this?," I ask.

"You have no idea how much I want you, but we agreed to take it slow, and I still promised to woo you, I want to do it right this time," she says.

I look at her flushed face, her messy hair.

"Slow….by that you mean….?," I clarify.

"No sex yet til the perfect time comes," she says with determination. But it sounds like she's trying to convince herself as much as she's trying to convince me.

"And no touching?," I ask.

"Some form of touching is okay, but the kind of touches that would definitely lead to sex is forbidden," Callie replies.

"Maybe let's make it more specific. Would kissing and kissing and touching from the head up to the neck area be okay,?" I ask hopefully.

"Yes, sounds doable," Callie agrees with a nod.

"Do you trust me?," I ask her affectionately. I kinda wanna bring back the romantic atmosphere that we had interrupted and maybe pick up from where we left off without breaking these new found rules.

"Yes, of course," Callie says.

"Will you follow my lead? I promise we won't be breaking any of our rules," I ask.

"Okay," she replies softly and a little hesitantly.

I move in to kiss her deeply and slowly this time.

Callie's POV

I was so into kissing Arizona, her soft lips, her velvety tongue, the way she grips and squeezes and caresses me in all the right places as we continue kissing that I hardly even noticed that she's pushed me to the edge of her bed and she's now straddling my lap. Her kisses alone could be enough to send me to the edge. The way she lightly nips my lips and my tongue then shifts to stroking my tongue so slowly and sensually.

Our kiss has become more passionate and I'm letting Arizona take full dominance. I can feel her grinding onto my lap as she continues to attack my mouth with her tongue.

The need in my core right now is already bordering on pain as it continues to pulsate and beg for attention from the blonde practically riding my lap right. My brain is telling me to stop, but everything else in my body cannot get enough of Arizona.

Then all of a sudden, Arizona is off my lap, and my body is already protesting the loss of contact. I open my eyes to see her just standing right in front of me looking at me with a burning intensity.

"You trust me right?," she asks not breaking her intense glare. Her pupils are fully dilated and jet black against the ocean blue of her eyes. The raw desire in how she's looking at me right now makes me buckle from where I'm seated on the bed.

All I can do is nod in affirmation.

Without breaking eye contact, she slowly unties the knot on her robe. She shrugs the offending garment off her shoulders and the entire thing falls on the floor. I think I also felt my jaw dropping on the floor.

There, right in front of me, like the most majestic gift unwrapped and unraveled and revealed in all its glory. Arizona Robbins, with her golden blonde hair still slightly wet from the shower. Her skin shining with a thin layer of sweat. Her cheeks , chest and ears flushed crimson, a stark contrast from the paleness of her bare skin. Her chest heaving, her light pink nipples angry, pointed and erect atop her perfectly perky firm breasts. Her toned abdomen rippling from her deep panting and a little below that, a tuft of trimmed blonde curls. The lips of her core peeking a little bit appear swollen, red, dripping. I could stare at that all day and never get tired, but her legs are so toned and immaculate that they deserve just as much attention. I know I'm openly gawking, and I know I couldn't hide the wanton desire from the way I look at her, and from the slightest sly grin on her lips, I know she loves the way I'm looking at her right now.

She takes tentative steps towards me.

"Arizona," I manage to breathe out. It's a desperate plea to not come any closer, cause if she does I might just not be able to stop myself from pouncing on her, yet she continues to walk towards me.

I close my eyes tightly, trying to hold on to the very little self control I have left. My mouth has gone dry, my heart is beating out of my chest, my breathing is shallow and rapid, and I can feel I have soaked the robe and the sheets I'm currently sitting on. I haven't been this turned on in my entire life right now, and this woman hasn't even touched me.

I can feel her presence hovering above me. I open my eyes and there she is in all her naked glory right in front of me.

"Arizona, the rules," I say with one final plea.

"I know," she simply replies before untying the knot of my bath robe.

Next thing I know, my bathrobe is a crumpled mess on the floor.