A/N: This is a very short chapter from Arizona's POV... Just something I wanted to try. If you don't like it I can stick solely to Callie's POV from now on!

Arizona's POV

The cold air wrapped tightly around me, stinging my eyes and ears. New York was so beautiful in Autumn, not having reached the point of snow just yet, but getting there. The city's lights illuminated the streets and the buzz of people was electric. Callie had wanted to take a cab to our destination but I we at least walk some of the way. New York at night, after all, was a spectacular sight.

I stole a glance in her direction, both arms folded over her chest in an attempt to keep warm, her nose bright pink from the frozen air, her hair a bit dishevelled from the wind, but she was stunning.

I wasn't usually so forward with people, it was like an unexplainable force had drawn me to her on the plane. Although every fibre of my being had tried to stop me, my instincts told me to follow her into the bathroom, it felt so right. Of course, reality had set in right after being disturbed and I had made a quick return to my seat, too afraid of seeing her reaction to my intrusion of her personal space. But she hadn't pulled away. That's what I kept reminding myself. She had reciprocated. She wanted it just as much as I had, I could feel it in her kiss. There was a burning passion to it. We had connected, I was sure. And she hadn't complained when I followed her around the airport like a lost puppy, thinking about it now, I felt a little pathetic, but I refused to walk away with the prospect of never seeing her again, she had even accepted my request to join me for a drink. She must be a little interested in me. Not that I should even be thinking about any of this, I had more important things to deal with without lusting after this heavenly brunette.

"This it?" She interrupted my thoughts.

I gazed up at the neon sign, Shamrock, shone in big, bold, flashing green letters.

"Yep. This is it." I replied with a smile. I had only been here once before, but it was nice, quiet, hidden.

We entered the dimly lit bar, only a few patrons scattered throughout, soft Irish folk music emitting from the speakers standing on the stage facing the bar. There was a sense of calm about the place.

"It's a nice place." She noted, more to herself than to me, but I nodded my head in agreement, ushering her to a booth in the corner, waving the barman over as we passed.

"What can I get for two lovely ladies like yer'selves?" He enquired with a strong Dublin accent, I loved the Irish accent, always thought it sounded so full of character.

"I'll just have a beer thanks." Beer drinker eh?

"I'll have a white wine, thank you."

He gave us a wide grin and cheeky wink before setting off to retrieve our orders.

"So, you come here often then? New York I mean." She asked and I melted under the gaze of her delicious, chocolate eyes.

I shuffled slightly in my seat, not sure how much I wanted to tell her.

"Now and then. I have some friends here so…" I trailed off, pausing for a moment while the bartender delivered our drinks before asking, "How about you?"

She looked down at the beer that had been placed in front of her, looking contemplative.

"No." She finally responded. "No. I uh… to be honest, I'm not quite sure why I'm here now. It was kind of a rushed decision."

I found myself mesmerised by her voice, even though her words were nothing outstanding, in fact, she'd barely said anything of incredible interest, had it not come from her mouth I probably wouldn't have even pretended to care, but I cherished every word she spoke as if it were precious. To my ears, her voice was other worldly, lyrical even. What am I thinking? You can't do this Arizona, not now! Snap out of it! We're on different turf now! Not suspended in the limbo of the sky! The rules are different here!

But the rest of the world seemed to wash away in her presence, all my fears and worries gone. Ok, so the alcohol may have contributed some, but still, she played a big part.

The alcohol consumption began verging on excessive. Our playful banter had entered into flirtatious territory, both becoming more careless with our decorum. I knew this was dangerous, not the you'll get killed sense, but in the playing with fire kind of way, but I didn't care anymore. I was transfixed. She could feel it too, I could the burning desire rage in her eyes, felt the spark of electricity fly between us as our skin "accidentally" made contact. We had somehow closed the gap between us significantly. Now only mere inches from one another, I could feel the warmth of her breath on my skin as talking died down and sexual tension rose. I stared unconsciously at her luscious red lips, longing to taste them once again, daring myself. I forced my gaze to her sparkling eyes, that twinkled even more as the alcohol settled in her system. My god, she was breathtaking. She silently pleaded with me, begging me to close the remaining distance between us. I couldn't help but acquiesce to her silent request, leaning closer, brushing my lips lightly over hers. It was soft and calm but there was a passion behind it, a longing for more. I moaned into the kiss, running my tongue along her bottom lip, requesting entry to which she seemed happy to oblige. It became slightly more heated while remaining appropriate for our public surrounding.

It was magnificent.

But, like every other intimate moment we had shared throughout the day, it was disturbed as my phone vibrated loudly on the wooden table. This better be good!

I reluctantly broke contact, giving her an apologetic look as I reached for the source of disturbance.

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Just… PERFECT!

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