Hey all! So this story is shared with Lioness222. She created all chapters from Callie's POV and mine are from Arizona's... I believe we're just switching off chapters. I'm sorry if the writing is kind of weird, but we want people to know the difference in our writing and are just writing like it was our own story... I really hope you enjoy.
"You are now free to move about the cabin," the pilot's voice concluded his little speech with a ding. An old woman on the other side of the aisle stood to rush to the bathroom and relieve herself, and Callie grinned to herself as she fiddled with her iPod, playing a game to keep herself occupied at the plane climbed higher in the sky. Old people with tiny bladders always amused the Latina for some reason. Maybe it was the fact that she could spend hours in the OR without having to pause for a bathroom break, but she just found the whole idea of stopping something just to relieve oneself ridiculous. In any case, the old woman seemed to be enjoying her trip to the bathroom more than the blond sitting next to the ortho surgeon. Trying to be subtle about it, Callie would occasionally glance at the blond out of the corner of her eye, then quickly back to her game. The other woman seemed absolutely mortified by what she was going through. Between the white-knuckle grip on the arm rest and the fact that her lips moved a mile a minute in what appeared to be desperate prayer, Callie had a feeling that the other woman was not a fan of the take-off portion of flights. Or maybe even all portions of flights. Meanwhile, a flight in an airplane didn't phase Callie at all. Maybe it was her time flying around with the Peace Corps., or maybe it was just her generally laid-back attitude, but Calliope Torres was extremely relaxed on plane rides. When she didn't sleep, she goofed off or read, and occasionally stood to stretch cramped muscles. She had never had a bad experience flying, and she had never been afraid of a plane ride before. It was all a cake wall to Callie.
"Oh dear Lord, please just let this thing move quickly," the blond next to her said, probably a little louder than she had meant to.
"Is this your first time flying or something?" Callie finally asked, turning away from her game to face the young woman.
The blond had her eyes squeezed tight, her head tilted upwards the tiniest bit. Her expression was tight as if she were nauseated, frightened, and annoyed all at once.
"Not my first time, but I'll always hate it," the blond nearly gasped. She didn't open her eyes to look at Callie, keeping them clenched tight in fear. "My father told me before I start my new job I deserved a vacation. He told me that right before he told me he bought me an expensive trip to Jamaica. You don't turn down a trip worth more than a huge TV, especially when it's non-refundable."
"Good point," Callie said. "At least Jamaica is beautiful though, right?"
"It had better be," the woman replied.
"Believe me," Callie said, "it is. Beautiful beaches, clear skies, great food... It's amazing there."
"Well isn't that nice," the blond said. She sounded mildly sarcastic, and Callie didn't take offense given the woman's current state of panic.
"You really should find a way to calm down," Callie said. "This much stress could give you an apoplexy or something."
"Want to help me out with that then?" the blond asked.
"Maybe counting backwards from one hundred?" Callie suggested.
The blond tried that, but she didn't get through the seventies before the plane gave a sudden lurch to one side as it turned. Callie watched her grip tighten and suddenly found herself admiring the long, delicate, but capable looking fingers clutching the seat. Maybe in another context those fingers could be-The Latina shook her head to herself. 'Wow,' she thought. 'Am I really that horny?' Thinking on it a moment, it had been months since Erica Hahn had disappeared from Callie's life and the ortho surgeon had declared a vow of celibacy. She often caught herself in the middle of those kinds of inappropriate thoughts, but on a plane? Kind of a strange place to think like that.
"That isn't working," the blond said, sounding close to tears.
Callie pried the blond's fingers from the arm rest they shared and took the hand in her own. It was the only thing she could think to do.
The blond's fingers relaxed a little at the contact, and she took a breath. Callie was glad she wasn't still clenching her fingers the way she had around the arm rest. It would be a bit difficult to perform surgeries with crushed fingers.
"So what's your name?" Callie asked. "I'm Calliope Torres, but you can just call me Callie if you'd prefer."
"Arizona Robbins," the blond replied. After a moment she murmured, "Calliope... I like it."
"It's Greek," Callie said. "It means 'beautiful voice.'"
"So do you sing?" the blond asked.
"Occasionally. Not professionally. Or even semi-professionally. In my shower mostly."
"I wouldn't mind hearing that," the blond said absentmindedly. As if realizing how that could be interpreted, she blushed furiously, her eyes springing open. "I mean hearing you singing, not hearing you in the shower. Your speaking voice is nice, so your singing voice must be nice, too."
Callie grinned and patted the blond's hand to quiet her before she said more to embarrass herself. At least her mind was off the plane for the moment.
"What are you planning on doing in Jamaica?" Callie asked, wanting to keep the conversation going. "Meeting anyone?"
"No," Arizona said. "Just going by myself, since my parents couldn't afford to come themselves."
"Same," Callie said. "Though I just decided I wanted a vacation. I didn't exactly invite anyone else except my friend Mark, but it's his girlfriend's birthday this week, so he stayed home."
"Alone in Jamaica," Arizona murmured. "Funny, since it's supposed to be one of those romantic getaways, like for honeymoon couples and stuff."
Callie realized suddenly that Arizona was staring at her, meeting her gaze intensely. She felt herself flush from the gaze, but didn't break the eye contact. She figured it was just Arizona trying to keep her mind off the flight by focusing very hard on something else. If that something happened to be Callie, well, so be it-as long as the blond wasn't having a panic attack anymore.
"Well we could each meet people," Callie said. "Maybe I meet a hot Jamaican person. Maybe you meet a sexy guy who's on a vacation by himself as well."
"I'm a lesbian," Arizona said, smiling slightly. "If you change that to sexy woman traveling alone though, I'm more than willing to meet someone here."
Was it just Callie's celibacy-addled brain that made her think the blond squeezed her hand the tiniest bit, or was that actually happening? The intense gaze did nothing to help with Callie's confusion.
Before she could think any longer on it, Arizona was hurrying on. "Anyway, I'm staying at this small hotel with it's own little lagoon or cove or whatever you call it. They have snorkeling expeditions, coral reef explorations with scuba gear, apparently good food, and they have talent shows among the guests once a week. Kind of a cute place with a lot of neat touristy things."
"Sounds neat," Callie said, trying to shake the feeling she'd had previously when she swore the blond's meaning was different than what she actually said. "I'm just staying at a cheap hotel near a beach. Gonna soak up some rays. It's a twenty minute drive from the airport, which is why I picked it-easy transportation. I'm just planning on getting there and spending all of the rest of the time in my bathing suit."
"That sounds really nice," Arizona said.
Callie knew she wasn't dreaming when she saw Arizona's eyes flick away from Callie's for a brief moment to look downward. At Callie's chest. She wouldn't have noticed had she not noticed how intensely Arizona stared into her eyes.
"I hope it will be," Callie said. "I want to get a little tanner." Deciding to see how much she could play with the blond without being too obvious, she added, "I kind of want to find a private place so I can fix this weird tan line I have. I figure a little topless sunbathing never hurt anyone, right?"
'Except melanoma patients of course,' she added silently.
Arizona nodded. "Not a bad plan," she said. "Personally, I'd get rid of all tan lines. Why stop at just the top when you can have a completely even tan all over?"
With a small shock, Callie realized Arizona was teasing her back.
"I don't know if partial public nudity is legal in Jamaica, never mind complete public nudity," she said, blushing the tiniest bit.
"It'd be nice if it was legal," Arizona said, her eyes traveling downward for a second and then quickly back up, as if Arizona had realized her drifting gaze and was correcting it. Callie could tell this shocked the blond as much as it shocked the Latina.
"Excuse me, I have to go to the ladies room," Arizona said, suddenly pulling her hand from Callie's grasp and standing to try and get into the aisle.
Arizona sat in the window seat (which didn't help much for her fear of flying) and to get to the aisle, she would have to climb over Callie and then pass the empty aisle seat. Despite claims that this airline had the most leg room, Arizona could not just sidle past the raven-haired Latina.
In a rushed movement that soon turned awkward, Arizona began to climb across Callie, pausing for just a moment when her first foot touched the ground. Callie forced her hands to stay down at her sides when she realized the blond was straddling her, even if accidentally. Callie's celibate state was going to go out the window if the blond didn't move, and move fast.
Thankfully, Arizona hurried to get off of Callie and she rushed down the aisle. Callie, realizing she was sitting straight up in her seat, forced herself to relax. That blond was way too damn attractive for her own good. Or maybe Callie had been single for so long that any sort of attention like that made her insanely horny.
Not even bothering to take her iPod out again to play games, Callie instead stared at her hands. She couldn't help but wonder what about their conversation had suddenly made her feel so... Electrified. She hadn't noticed it before-she had been too busy drowning in the sea of blue she found in the blond's eyes-but she suddenly felt a little warm, a little flushed, a little aroused.
Of course, what could she do on a plane? She couldn't very well take care of the situation. It would be too public a forum for that sort of thing.
Suddenly realizing a good ten minutes had passed, Callie wondered why Arizona had not returned. Was she still in the bathroom?
Worried she had run the blond off with something she had said, the Latina peered around the cabin. No sign of Arizona. Good, that meant she hadn't sneaked away to find another seat away from Callie.
So she was still in the bathroom then? Who took that long to go, other than an old person?
Deciding to check and see if the blond was okay, Callie stood and made her way down the aisle to the lavatory. She stood poised to knock when she heard a muffled groan. Her hand froze.
The groan itself was not spectacular. It was a low, pleasing sound, one not entirely too loud, but not too soft either. It was just not a groan one usually heard from a bathroom.
It sounded more like one usually heard from a bedroom.
Her curiosity was piqued.
She lowered her hand and waited, feigning a need to go as she listened. She didn't hear much through the door, just the occasional grunt or groan, but it was enough to send a shock right through her.
Arizona was getting off in there.
If anyone had attempted to push Callie out of the way, she was sure she wouldn't be able to move, given that her feet felt suddenly glued to the floor. She wasn't sure whether it was from shock or for the electricity she felt running through her body.
The idea of getting off in an airplane was not an uncommon one. Callie had heard plenty of stories of people doing that. She had just never actually encountered a person who had. It startled, shocked, and intrigued her. Not to mention the image of the blond in her head was a particularly delightful one, especially for someone who hadn't gotten laid in months.
So Callie stood, rooted to the spot, staring at the door with her mouth the tiniest bit open.
After a moment, she realized that there was a muffled and strangled noise, one that must have been trying to be loud if the person emitting it hadn't been trying to keep it quiet. Realizing her mouth was dry, Callie hurried back to her seat, hoping to flag down a flight attendant for a water and hoping to avoid meeting Arizona on her way out of the bathroom, post-orgasm.
The flight attendant walked down, took Callie's order for a water and began to move away.
"Oops, pardon me ma'am," the flight attendant said, smiling widely.
"Not your fault," Arizona said, smiling back. "I kind of snuck up on you there."
The two women squeezed around each other and Callie looked straight forward, trying to calm herself so the color in her face wouldn't go crazy. She could literally feel the blush creeping up her cheeks.
"'Scuse me, Calliope," Arizona said, though she didn't hesitate. She climbed right over Callie the same way she had before.
Callie tried to melt into the seat, hoping that trying to melt in would make her hands stop wanting to grab the blond. Melty hands couldn't reach out, right?
Finally, after what seemed like entirely too much fuss and movement, Arizona was back in her seat.
"Took you a while," Callie said, glancing at Arizona out of the edge of her gaze. "Everything alright?"
"Perfectly fine," Arizona replied, searching in her carry-on for a magazine.
"You seem a lot more relaxed now," the Latina added.
That got Arizona's attention. She froze and then straightened, looking at Callie first warily, and then, finding only curiosity and poorly-masked desire, smiled a little.
"Well eventually the conversation between us would have inevitably stopped," the blond said. "And I didn't want to white knuckle it the whole way there. So I found a way to relax myself."
"I see," Callie said. "And how was it?" She wasn't sure what was possessing her to ask. Maybe it was the fact she hadn't had any action in a long time, maybe it was the fact that she found the now lightly-messed blond hair incredibly sexy. Either way, the question was out and there was no taking it back.
Arizona grinned and winked in response, then went back to searching for a magazine.
Callie grinned back. "Glad to hear it," she murmured. Even quieter, hoping the other woman couldn't hear her, she added, "Wish I could've been there."
Arizona abandoned her search for the magazine and straightened up in her chair, facing Callie. She reached up with confident hands and held the Latina's face, her fingers winding through the long black hair. Before Callie could register just what was happening, their lips had connected and Callie felt a jolt of pure energy run through her veins. Her eyes closed and her hands found their way to the blond's body, pulling her the tiniest bit closer.
Just as suddenly, they were apart again, staring breathlessly at one another. Arizona broke the silence.
"I wish you could've been, too," she said coyly.
With a small smile, Arizona returned to her search, leaving Callie shocked, aroused, and delighted.
This was definitely the best plane ride she had ever been on.
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