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.
After the first couple of days in their vacation, Callie was amazed at her wife. Arizona had really done her homework for the trip. When asked about it, Arizona simply said, "I want to have a wonderful vacation with my wonderful wife. Calliope, I love you. Now is that a good enough reason?"
They'd had a lovely time in their first few days away. They'd gone to the beach for one day and just enjoyed the sun on their faces, some great drinks, and the clear, blue sea. The next day, they'd gone to all the touristy sites, like the Trevi Fountain and the other days were a mix of wine tastings, luscious restaurants, and trips to see the countryside. Callie's favorite had been when they did a very simple thing together. They spent an afternoon at Villa Borghese, a wonderful park, the largest in Rome. Their time there made it onto Callie's top ten days with Arizona, because they spent it lying on a picnic rug with gourmet pizza, olives and wine. It was one of those times that you spend with someone that afterwards makes you glow. It was during this that Callie realized how lucky she was. As she stared into her wife's piercingly beautiful blue eyes, she knew that she had everything a person could ask for lying across her lap. As Callie caressed Arizona's cheek, she knew the feelings were reciprocated from the way Arizona smiled every time Callie touched her. A bright, dazzling smile with her dimples showing. Callie felt like she could watch Arizona's face forever. They stayed in that park, which could only be described as magical, until it was dark. The night did amazing things to the view. It'd gone from charming to wondrous, a place full of magic where anything can happen.
When they got back to their hotel on the sixth night, they decided to stay in for dinner. They ordered room service from the exquisite menu full of wonderful dishes that you'd never think of but actually taste great, and enjoyed a nice, quiet and snuggly dinner on the balcony of their room. They were enchanted with a view of Rome at night, an artwork of lights. It was beautiful. The rest of the night was spent in each other's arms, trying to fulfill the need that they had for one another, never slowing in it's growth, never dulling. They were halves of a whole. And they loved it that way.
Arizona's eyes fluttered open the next morning, taking in the rays of sunlight that flitted through the windows, dancing across the golden bedspread, making it look magical as it softly shimmered in the morning sun. She looked around the room with her searing blue eyes, her gaze falling upon the figure curled up in her arms. She wound her arms even more closely around the brunette and sighed contently. Her Callie was all she wanted, all she needed, yet at the same time better than any of Arizona's wildest dreams, and perfect beyond measure. She nuzzled her face in Callie's hair, whispering to her wife.
"You are my all, you know that? Calliope, I love you with all of my heart. All of my existence. I would not be a fraction of as happy as I am now if it weren't for you in my life. You are my sunshine."
What she hadn't known is that her wife woke up just before she started talking. Callie turned into her wife and gave her the most dazzling smile she could muster. Arizona was startled momentarily.
"You're awake!" She gasped. Callie laughed.
"Yes, I am. But you have my permission to keep talking. Just pretend like I'm still asleep."
Arizona chuckled at her wife. Callie giggled along with her, but suddenly her expression turned serious.
"You know that I feel the same for you, though? You are everything, you are perfect. I need you more than I need oxygen. You intoxicate me, and fill me to the brim with joy."
Arizona's heart lifted at the brunette's words. Even after more than two years of being in love with her Calliope, and even though she knew Callie's feelings for her, Callie saying all those things…. It just made her feel like nothing could stop the fire that Callie lit on her heart. Arizona grinned widely, thus making Callie's features break into an amazing smile. As the two sat looking at each other, they felt like lovestruck teenagers. But a thousand times more passionate. And the need they felt for each other was a thousand times stronger. Callie sat up, untangling herself from Arizona's arms and crossing her legs on the bed. She gently pulled the blond's body towards her, lying it down on the bed with Arizona's head in her lap. She brushed her fingers through her wife's hair, caressing her face, massaging her head and twirling her hair in her fingers. All the while, Callie was repeating in a soft voice,
"tú eres mi amor. tienes mi corazón. tú eres mi mundo. Yo nunca te dejaré. Nunca dejaré de amarte. tú eres mío, yo soy tuyo."
Arizona's whole body relaxed as it always did whenever Callie did this, but at the same time she was becoming increasingly turned on. Callie speaking Spanish always had that affect on her. It was the way the words flowed off her tongue, perfectly articulated and accented, in a rough voice that made Arizona's skin tingle. After a few minutes, Arizona couldn't take it anymore, sitting up quickly and twisting her body around to face her wife. Their eyes met and Callie laughed at the intensity of Arizona's gaze and how her wife seemed to be having a hard time keeping her eyes trained on Callie's face. They kept wandering south… Callie suddenly became as consumed as Arizona was by passion. Their whole room could have burnt down, and they wouldn't have noticed. At the current point, they had only eyes for each other, and their only needs were similar to that of a hormonal 17-year-old. They wanted each other. Callie's fingers made their way to Arizona's hair, pulling her wife towards her, and taking control. Their lips crashed into each other's, and Arizona's hands made their way to Callie's hips. Callie moaned into Arizona as her wife's hands brushed across the skin of her back and went downwards.
For lunch that day, they decided to go to a cafe they'd found in downtown Rome, nestled between a florist and a small art gallery. It was beautiful. Afterwards, they made their way back to the hotel to begin their packing as they were making their journey home the next day. Callie was in the main room, packing their clothes, and Arizona was in the bathroom, getting all their toiletries and makeup assembled. Callie sighed as she looked out the window, realizing how much she'd miss the lovely Rome. Arizona's holiday for them had gone perfectly. Arizona was perfect. Callie looked down at the clothes she was packing and saw that they were Arizona's. She smiled to herself at her wife's style, which Callie absolutely loved. Especially when she was ripping it off….. A crash brought Callie out of her thoughts, but she brushed it off thinking that Arizona must have just dropped something insignificant. It wasn't until she heard the panicked tones of the blonde that she knew something was wrong.
"Colllopy….. Celllliy! Heewp!" Arizona screamed. Callie rushed into the bathroom and saw her wife on the floor next to the toilet, next to a bottle of perfume laying smashed on the ground near the sink, with it's contents spilled all over the place. That explains the sound, Callie thought as she ran over to her wife. Arizona had her right hand over her face, and the whole left side of her body seemed to be limp.
"Arizona…. Honey, what's wrong? What's going on?" Callie asked. She gently pulled Arizona's face away from her hand and saw that half of her face was drooping down. A lone tear was trickling down her face and her eyes were filled with fear. She was losing control of her own body, and she'd never experienced anything this terrifying. Comprehension dawned over Callie's features and her medical training took over. She swiftly but still with a lot of care for her wife put Arizona's head against the wall, and got up, sprinting to her phone. She hated to leave her wife, even for a second, when she was going through this, but she knew that they definitely needed to get the blonde to a hospital. She ran back into the bathroom and sat down next to Arizona, for the first time in her life dialing an emergency number. She then put her arm around Arizona, trying to support her even though there wasn't much she could do until the ambulance arrived. She started whispering to Arizona in Spanish as she always did to relax her wife, "acaba de celebrar en la miel. la ayuda está en camino. te quiero. te quiero." And she repeated this until the ambulance get there, whispering and holding on to her world in her arms, trying to remain strong for Arizona. Her Arizona.
A/N Sorry if I get any medical facts wrong, I've tried my best to do research for the story, so hopefully it won't disappoint.