Quick Notes: I own nothing of Grey's Anatomy, Glee, or Pretty Little Liars or the characters therein. I toy with them and manipulate for my own amusement and the amusement of other. Assume spoilers for all seasons and episodes of each of these shows. Also assume some give and take from the canon relationships and timelines (for example, I'm moving the Paily lighthouse debacle and Grey's plane crash to the beginning of the summer).

This story came about from a Tumblr prompt from Pailylove. The basis is that the characters and pairings of Callie / Arizona, Santana / Brittany, and Paige / Emily have family ties and all end up in the same place at the same time. In this story Callie is Santana's aunt; Arizona is Paige's aunt, and some of most beautiful lesbos in all the land end up together in Seattle for various reasons.

I really hope you enjoy the story. Let me know what you think!

Chapter 1:

"Hey Babe, have you seen my favorite pajama shorts? You know the green ones with the little sailboats on them?"

Callie scrambled back into the bedroom, clamping her hand quickly over Arizona's mouth. Whispering lowly, Callie moved her lips to her wife's ear, breath tickling the sensitive skin as she spoke. "Yes, yes I definitely have. And they are incredibly sexy. But right now" She slowly looked up into startled blue eyes "I need you to stop yelling because Sophia is finally asleep and I feel like she hasn't slept in days."

The bubbly blonde looked back in Callie's eyes mischievously before flicking her tongue out past pink lips and licking the hand that was still covering her mouth. Callie's eyes darkened lecherously at the action. She quickly removed her hand and replaced it with her lips; catching Arizona in a burning kiss.

"MM mm, Callie. We have to pack." Arizona muttered in between fiery caresses. Lips crashed upon lips – tongues sought each other out – teeth bit sharply and playfully as the two women stumbled their way to the bed. All thoughts of protest flew from Arizona's mind as she felt her wife inching her hands past fabric to grip at heated hips. The blonde all but tackled Callie to the bed, crawling up the larger woman's body and dropping open mouthed kisses to the pleasure point hidden just between her jawbone and her earlobe. Callie arched off the bed into Arizona's slight frame, kicking the bedside table in the process and sending a metal reading lamp clanging to the hardwood floors.

Both women froze at the noise.

"Please let her stay asleep. Please let her stay asleep. Please let her stay asleep." Callie repeated the mantra under her breath, just loud enough for Arizona to discern what she was saying.

"She'll be fine. She's totally asleep. You're definitely all mine tonight." The blonde smiled down at her concerned wife before kissing her slowly, deeply and settling her body fully on top of her partner's. Their passion slowly rebuilt as both surgeons took their time caressing and exploring each other's mouths – hands wandering under tops and sweatpants until Arizona sat up, straddling her wife's hips with an aroused smirk. She dropped her hands to the base of her worn t-shirt and slowly began to lift the fabric from her body. Inch after inch of smooth skin was revealed as Callie stared slack-jawed from her position beneath the stripping woman. Just as the shirt was pulled over bare breasts, Sophia's shrill cry rang out from the baby monitor on the dresser.

"Oh, god, no! Not again. Arizona! I need you." Callie protested the interruption with fervor, needing to make love to her wife without worrying about their precious child sleeping in the next room. They both loved their daughter more than anything in this world, but she was doing nothing for their sex life. Since the plane crash and everything with Mark, they hadn't left her side – bonding as an inseparable family unit. It had been a horrible time for everyone, but for Callie especially as she took on the burden of knowing Sophia would never get to know the father that loved and wanted her so badly. Arizona had taken on the role of superwoman- not that she hadn't been before – and between the stress of work and the tragic loss of their dear friends, both women were entirely exhausted.

"Relax, love, I'll be back in a bit and we can pick up where we left off. Why don't you try and get some rest and I'll take care of Soph? I love you, and I want you, but I think you need to sleep." Arizona leaned in and kissed her wife quickly before hopping up and making her way out of the bedroom, pulling her shirt back down over her lithe torso as she walked. Callie stared at her wife's bouncy step and perfect ass as she practically hopped down the hallway to Sophia's room.

Where the hell does she get all that energy? Callie wondered, not for the first time. She closed her eyes and relaxed back into the heavenly comforter on their bed and listened to the hushed tones of Arizona talking to their baby girl down the hall. She heard the slight creak of the rocking chair and gentle hum of her wife's voice as she began to softly sing Sophia back to sleep.

Let those eyes sparkle and shine, never a tear…

After rocking her daughter for over an hour to make sure she was soundly asleep, Arizona returned to the bedroom with a bleary eyed yawn and dropped clumsily on top of the bed next to Callie. She contemplated allowing herself to sleep right there, but remembered waking up freezing the last time they'd fallen asleep on top of the covers and reluctantly began trying to wake Callie enough to move her under the blankets. Tried and true, her method of kissing her wife's neck and face caused a stir just gentle enough to pull them to the head of the bed and under the fluffy comforter before she fell right back asleep, curling herself around Arizona's body. The blonde sighed contentedly before shuffling her body back firmly into Callie's and falling into a deep sleep.

In the quiet pre-dawn hours before Sophia woke and alarm clocks went off, two well rested and newly energized surgeons shed their sleep clothes and writhed together in a passionate embrace. Callie, having woken up promptly at 4:45 because of her cursed internal clock, remembered her cheeky wife walking down the hall half dressed. The image followed her through dreams and upon waking she decided to make the vision a reality. Arizona was sprawled out on their large bed as she was every morning, allowing the darker woman easy access. She slowly stripped the t-shirt from her wife's torso and began to suckle and nip at the newly exposed skin she found. As the blonde began to stir from her deep sleep with her wife's ministrations, Callie trailed her hand from collarbone to hipbone before dipping beneath the material of Arizona's sleep shorts.

She must be having a wonderful dream; Callie thought as her fingers dipped into an ocean of want and began to tease her lover awake. Arizona shot awake as her wife slowly entered her and began to move her fingers in the most delicious way. Their practiced movements were unhurried and cries of release nearly silent as they moved together in the dark. Fingers reached deeply - tongues traced familiar pathways and drank greedily – wanton moans and pleasured cries whispered over skin. Gasps of release echoed back into the room as they hit wall sized windows displaying a breathtaking sunrise neither woman would see.

As they lay curled tightly together, waiting for the first sounds of Sophia waking, the couple basked in their lovemaking while slowly extricating themselves from their pleasure induced haze. It was their sanctuary, their one time completely without barriers or company where they could discuss plans and theories – hopes and daydreams. At 6:15, Callie reluctantly made her way from their warm bed to the kitchen to retrieve their morning coffee. Arizona snuck quietly down the hall to check on Sophia, finding her still soundly asleep in her crib. They crawled back into bed, more than happy for the extra snuggle time, and began to discuss the busy day that lie ahead.

"What time does P's flight get in?" Callie asked.

"Ten past 4. I've got to run to the store and pick up some groceries for while we're gone, but it'll give me plenty of time to pick her up and bring her back here to drop off her things before we come meet you guys for dinner."

Callie mumbled her understanding, slightly distracting Arizona by stripping off her bathrobe and curling back into Arizona's still nude form. "Mmhmm. Much better." She whispered.

"Agreed. Definitely. Mmm." Arizona lightly kissed the side of Callie's neck before continuing. "What time do Santana and Brittany get in? The cruise doesn't leave till tomorrow afternoon, right?"

"Yeah, I talked to Rafi yesterday, he said it boards around 2 tomorrow afternoon and to make sure they don't miss it." Callie laughed remembering her brother's words "He told me he paid way too much money to send them away, the least I could do to help was make sure they didn't skip it to have sex at the top of the Space Needle."

Arizona let out a giggle. "At least he's handling it. Those girls have enough to worry about as it is; it's nice to know he's grown so comfortable with the idea of his daughter dating a girl." The mood turned suddenly serious. "At least he's handling it better than Nick."

Callie nodded solemnly. "I think they might be able to help each other out. Paige hasn't been around any other gay teenagers besides Emily and that's clearly a special case. Besides, you know how blunt Santana can be – about practically everything – I think it'll do her good to be around someone so self-confident." Arizona kissed her cheek lightly and nodded in agreement. "And you know, Paige is really driven and has plans for the future. Maybe she can help Santi find some direction." They both laugh lightly. "I'm meeting San and Britt down at the waterfront at 1; I'll take Sophia with me since you're heading to the hospital before you go to the airport."

"Sounds great, babe. I'm going to jump in the shower before she wakes up, care to join me?" Arizona leers at her naked wife before running her hand down Callie's spine and peppering her shoulders with kisses.

"Yum. Count me in, definitely." Callie turns and captures soft lips with her own, the kiss steadily escalating as the women pull themselves from the bed and toward the bathroom. Arizona steps into the glass shower and turns the water on, just shy of scalding – exactly the way her wife likes – before pulling Callie's hand to bring their bodies together under the spray. Their wet skin slides slickly together as mouths meet and hands once again begin to wander. As Arizona's teeth bite lightly at the skin on the back of Callie's neck, Sophia makes her presence known with a squawking laugh over the baby monitor.

The soapy women grumble at the interruption, but smile and laugh to each other as their daughter begins to babble away down the hall. Pressing a firm kiss to Arizona's lips, Callie exits the shower and dries quickly. She puts her bathrobe on and turns to rake her eyes over the form of her naked wife under the shower spray.

"Arizona?"

"Hmm"

"I love you."

"I love you. And since I love you so much and I know you hate it with a passion, I'll pack your suitcase while you make breakfast with Sophia."

Callie smiled fondly at her wife – the woman of her dreams. "Your sailboat shorts are in the dryer." They grinned widely at each other for a long moment before Sophia's giddy voice rang out over the monitor once again.