Title: Miami Heat (7/?)

Author: laurenxx3 (iheartcallietorres on ff)

Pairing: Callie/Arizona

Rating: NC-17

Summary: AU - Callie's sister is marrying Arizona's brother.

Disclaimer: You know the drill. All characters belong to Shonda Rhimes/ABC. I don't own anything. Any similarities to real life situations/persons are purely coincidental. Not for profit; for entertainment purposes only.

A/N: I have absolutely NO medical knowledge beyond what I see/hear on Grey's Anatomy, so forgive me of any medical-related errors. Also, this is un-beta'd, so all mistakes are mine. Please let me know if you come across any, but I'm pretty OCD about grammar and spelling, so there shouldn't be too many mistakes. As always, comments are much appreciated (and will encourage me to write more fics in the future - *hint, hint*).

A/N2: I've never been to Miami Seaquarium, so I decided to skip over their time there. I didn't want to misrepresent it. : )


[Arizona's POV]

I was exhausted by the time we returned to the house. I'd thoroughly enjoyed the Seaquarium and swimming with the dolphins. Of course, having Calliope there with me had made it even better. And I'd learned a lot about her throughout the day, but there was one thing that I'd learned that I couldn't stop thinking about: I was quickly falling for her.

Which was bad. I mean, it was amazing, thrilling, so fucking awesome. But it was also a recipe for a broken heart. After the wedding and the few days that followed that we'd both be in Miami, what was going to happen? I don't believe in long distance relationships.

"You okay?" Calliope's question pulled me out of my thoughts. I grinned up at her from where I sat on the vanity chair combing my hair, freshly washed from my shower to wash off the ocean water.

"I'm just tired," I said, still grinning and only half-lying.

She eyed me carefully from her position on the edge of her bed. I placed the comb on the table and stood, walking the few steps to sit next to her on the bed. I laid my head against her shoulder, sighing. "Okay, fine," I said. "I was just trying to figure out what's going to happen when this vacation is over."

I felt Calliope take a deep breath, then sigh. She laid back on the bed, pulling me with her. I curled into her, resting my head on her chest, just above her breast, as her strong arm wrapped around me.

"I don't know," she said softly after a few moments. "But I do know that I like you. A lot."

"Hmm," I hummed, unable to keep the grin from forming on my lips. "I like you, too. But I don't do long distance."

"Me, neither," Calliope responded. We fell into a thoughtful silence. Finally, after a few moments, I couldn't take it anymore.

"I can't think about this now," I said. "I'm too tired."

Calliope moved to stand, pulling me with her. She pulled back the covers on the bed and guided me under them. "Aren't you going to join me?" I asked, batting my eyelashes.

She smiled and leaned down to kiss my forehead. "I'll be right back," she said. "I need to see if Aria is here."

"Hurry back," I said as she left the room. I snuggled under the covers, already feeling myself drifting off to sleep.

::*::*::*::

[Callie's POV]

I found Aria in the kitchen sitting at the table nursing a cup of coffee.

"Did you just get up?" I asked, noting that she still wore her silk pajamas.

Aria groaned, then chuckled. "Last night, after you and Arizona left to get freaky…" she started laughing again. "Never mind. Where have you been?"

"I took Arizona to the Seaquarium to swim with the dolphins," I said, grabbing a bottled water from the refrigerator and sitting across from her.

Aria grinned behind her coffee cup and studied me intently.

"What?" I asked.

"Callie and Arizona sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g," she sang out.

I rolled my eyes. "Mature," I muttered.

"So, are you going to admit you're falling for her now?"

I took a long drink of water, avoiding the question. I had already admitted it to myself, but that didn't mean I was ready to say it out loud. I just looked at Aria.

She nodded. "That's all the answer I need," she said with a huge smile.

I sighed. "I'm so screwed, Aria," I said, lowering my forehead to press against the cool wood of the table.

"What? Why are you screwed? Other than the literal meaning of the term, of course."

I groaned at her bad joke, lifting my head to stare at her. "I'm screwed because I'm already in so deep that I'm going to get my heart broken when this week is up."

Aria knit her eyebrows. "Why?"

I sat up straight and gave her an are you kidding me? look. "I've already told you," I said. "We don't live near one another and neither of us believes in long distance."

Aria scoffed and rolled her eyes. She stood and rinsed out her coffee mug, then turned back to me. "If it's meant to be, it'll work out." She started to leave the room.

"What does that even mean?" I asked.

"You're smart!" she called out over her shoulder as she climbed the stairs. "I'm sure you'll figure it out."

I groaned and returned my forehead to the table, contemplating what I should do. Not that I really had a choice. There was no way I could stop spending time with Arizona.

But what about when the week was over?

I sighed and made my way back to my childhood bedroom, easing the door open and peaking inside. I smiled at the sight before me. Arizona was fast asleep on her stomach, her head turned to face the door. Her expression was so peaceful. Undisturbed.

I entered the room, closing the door softly behind me. I rounded the bed and crawled under the covers, doing my best not to wake her. She shifted, however, her eyes fluttering open as she turned to face me. "Hey," she whispered. I leaned forward and kissed the tip of her nose.

"Hey, sorry I woke you," I whispered back.

"S'okay," she said, curling into my front. I wrapped my arm around her waist, my fingers making contact with the strip of skin on her back exposed by her tank top riding up. "Hmm, this feels nice," Arizona murmured.

"It does," I agreed.

"But shouldn't we be getting ready for the rehearsal dinner soon?" Arizona asked sleepily.

I looked at the clock on the bedside stand. "We have about an hour and a half before we need to start getting ready."

"Okay."

I set an alarm on my cell phone before relaxing into Arizona's arms, fully content and feeling secure for the first time in months. Like this was where I was supposed to be; in Arizona's arms.

That's the last thought I had before drifting off to sleep.

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[General POV - i.e. third person]

Aria Torres knocked softly on her big sister's door, making sure that they remembered the rehearsal dinner tonight. Not that she really thought that either one of them would forget, but she knew what those first few days of love were like. And Callie couldn't hide it from Aria. She was in love with Arizona. And it was also obvious that Arizona had fallen in love with Callie. Even Danny had seen it.

When no answer came, Aria cautiously opened the door, hoping she wasn't about to walk in as they were in the middle of some hanky panky. She carefully looked in and couldn't help but smile. Arizona lay on her side facing the door while Callie was curled up behind her, holding her close. They were both fast asleep.

Aria nearly "awww'd" aloud at the sight. Suddenly, she knew what she had to do. She loved her sister and would do anything to make her happy. She may not like her meddling in the beginning, but she'd thank her later.

Aria creped into the room, eyeing Callie's cell phone on the night stand. She pulled out her own cell phone and searched through Callie's contacts, looking for some name that could help her. She grinned when she found what she was looking for, remembering Callie talking about this person before. She quickly copied the numbers into her own phone and replaced Callie's phone on the night stand before retreating from the room. If Callie wouldn't take the first step, she'd just have to do it for her. What else were little sisters for?

Once safely back in her own bedroom, Aria hit the Call button and brought the phone to her ear. A male voice answered after a few rings.

"Hello, Mark, is it? This is Callie's sister." Aria grinned as she explained the situation to Callie's best friend and her grin broadened when he immediately jumped on board with her plan. This was totally going to work.

::*::*::*::

[Arizona's POV]

The rehearsal dinner was pretty boring and I had a hard time keeping my hands off Calliope since she stood less than two feet away while the priest went over the wedding procedure.

Then we all went to a nice Italian restaurant for dinner, including the bridesmaids, which besides myself and Calliope only consisted of Bethany. The three groomsmen were also present, as were Calliope's grandmother and grandfather and both sets of my grandparents. I learned that Maria's parents had died years ago.

"Arizona, dear, you're still far too skinny," Grammy Deb, my father's mother, said as she was seated next to me. "Why don't you eat anything?"

I smiled and leaned over to kiss her cheek. "I eat a lot, Grammy," I said. "I just have a fast metabolism."

"Metabolism," Grammy scoffed. "Girl, if you expect to find a man to marry, you better put some meat on those bones?"

I rolled my eyes. Grammy had been in denial since I'd come out. She hadn't condemned me or told me I was going to hell. She still loved me. She just thought that the "right man" hadn't come along to sweep me off my feet yet.

"Mother, we're talked about this," my father started, ready to defend me. I smiled, happy that my dad was so willing to come to my rescue.

"It's okay, Daddy," I said.

Calliope gave me a weird look from across the table where she sat between Aria and an older woman I assumed was her own grandmother. I rolled my eyes slightly and she grinned. If only Grammy knew what had gone on between Calliope and I when we'd woken up from our nap earlier. I felt my cheeks flush at the memory.

Surprisingly, everyone appeared to be on their best behavior tonight, aside from Grammy's comments, but I didn't count that. That was just her being her.

Back at the house after everyone had said their goodnights, Aria pulled Calliope and I into Aria's bedroom.

"What's going on?" Calliope asked hesitantly.

Aria stood in front of us looking extremely smug. "You're going to be mad at me at first, but you'll thank me later, I promise."

I saw Calliope narrow her eyes at Aria. "What did you do?"

"I called your friend Mark in Seattle."

"Why?" Calliope asked.

Aria's grin widened. "I got him to talk to the Chief of Surgery for me."

"Chief Webber? What for?"

Aria looked at me. "You have an interview for the Head of Peds position next Tuesday at noon."

I was so shocked I thought my eyes were going to pop out of my head.

"Aria!" Calliope yelled.

"Callie, shut up and listen to me!" Aria retorted. "You've been bitching to me since you met her about how you're screwed because you don't live in the same place." She turned to look at me. "And I happen to know that you are looking for a new job. So, there you go. New job in the hospital that my sister works in. You'll live in the same city and be able to stay together like I know you want to. There. Problem solved. Everybody wins." She looked smug. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to get to bed so I can look fabulous for my wedding tomorrow."

She pushed us out of the room. I still hadn't said anything. I mean, could it really be that simple?

Calliope took my hand and led me to her bedroom. She shut the door behind us and turned to me. "I'm sorry about her," she said. "She likes to medal and… and you haven't said anything, which is starting to kind of freak me out. Are you upset? Because I can always call the chief and tell him to forget it. Not that I don't want you to move to Seattle. I just don't want you to feel obligated because of my sister. Actually, I'd really like if you came to Seattle. I mean, you know, because we're getting along really—"

I finally regained my senses and placed my hand over Calliope's mouth to stop her nervous babbling, as cute as it was. "Stop it," I said. "I'm not upset, I'm just shocked. But I'm not mad."

"You're not?" she asked, voice muffled behind my hand. I shook my head and removed my head.

"It was kind of sweet when you think about it," I said. "I mean, we haven't exactly been successful on hiding that we like one another. I surprised my mother hasn't grilled me about this yet. But she wants you to be happy."

Calliope sighed. "I guess, but she could have just suggested it to me. Not gone behind my back and called my best friend." She looked at me nervously. "So, do you think you're going to take the interview?"

I bit my bottom lip. "I don't know," I said. "I mean, I've always said that I wouldn't let my heart rule my professional career, but Seattle Grace is a good hospital…"

Calliope smiled. "Top three in teaching hospitals," she pointed out.

"And the interview is on Tuesday, which is two days before I was supposed to leave."

"I'll go with you," she offered. "Moral support and all that. You won't even have to rent a hotel room. You can stay with me. Well, me and my roommate."

I felt myself caving in. It was a nice solution. If I go the job that is. Oh, who am I kidding? I'm awesome. I never said I couldn't let my heart and my brain rule my professional career. In fact, wasn't that probably best?

"Okay," I said.

"Okay? Really?"

I nodded, a smile forming on my lips. "Yes, really. Why wouldn't I want to get a job at the same hospital as you? Work near you. Work with you at times."

"Use on-call rooms with me," Calliope said, pulling me into her arms.

I pulled back, a stern expression on my face. "Calliope, it's totally inappropriate to have sex in on-call rooms! They are for sleeping."

Calliope rolled her eyes. "First of all, I never said anything about sex. And second of all, you've never been to Seattle Grace. It's different than most hospitals. I love it."

I chuckled and shook my head, placing it back on her chest. "You'll never get me to do the deed in an on-call room, Calliope."

"Do I hear a challenge in that statement?"

"Hear what you want, I won't give in," I said.

Calliope stepped back, grinning like the Cheshire cat. "I accept your challenge," she said, then began to unzip her dress. I stood there, trying to act unaffected by her sudden striptease even though my legs were already going weak as the material began to fall to the floor. She stood there in her black lacy bra and matching panties. She kicked aside the dress and I nearly groaned at the sight before me. She was still wearing her black stiletto heels. Her fuck me heels.

Calliope turned to pull the covers to the foot of the bed and this time, I couldn't contain my groan of pleasure. She was wearing a thong. Calliope looked over her shoulder, noticing my gaze. She stood up straight at shrugged. "Tight dress," she said, a sly grin on her face. "Didn't want to have panty lines showing, after all."

I couldn't take it anymore. I took the five or so steps towards her until I was pressed against her back, hands on her hips as I placed tiny, teasing kisses over her upper back and shoulder blades. Her skin was so soft.

My hand moved of their own accord to cover the bare cheeks of her ass exposed by the black thong. On some women, thongs just look trashy. But on Calliope, it was one of the sexiest things I'd ever seen.

"Hmm," Calliope hummed, leaning back against me.

"You know, it's not nice to tease me like that, Dr. Torres," I whispered into her ear.

"And just what are you going to do about it?" Calliope taunted, grinding her backside against my palms.

I stepped back, grinning at Calliope's groan of protest. She started to turn around to face me, but I stopped her by placing a hand on her shoulder. "Stay there," I said. "And keep looking forward."

I made sure she was going to obey, then began stripping off my own dress and underwear until I was completely naked. I returned to stand behind Calliope, brushing my lips between her shoulders again, letting the tips of my breasts brush across her back. She sucked in a quick breath, but kept looking forward.

I undid the clasp of her bra, letting it fall down her arms to the floor.

"Step out of the shoes," I said, my voice husky with arousal. She did as I said. I grinned and kissed a wet path down the center of her back until I met the band of her thong. I dropped to my knees and showered her bare cheeks with kisses. I bit into the flesh of her right cheek, then soothed the mark with my tongue as I reeled from Calliope's gasp, then moan.

"Turn around," I commanded. She did and I was now eye-level with the scrap ob black fabric that separated me from where I wanted to be. I leaned forward and pressed my lips to the front of her panties, scraping my teeth over the fabric. Calliope groaned.

I brought my hands up to the band at her hips, slowly lowering the fabric until it pooled at her feet. I inhaled deeply, intoxicated by her spicy scent of arousal. I glanced up at her with hooded eyes to meet her gaze. I noticed her breathing was already fast and she appeared to be close to the edge already. She couldn't come that easily, I thought with a grin. I stood. "Lay on the bed," I said. She did without question.

I moved to join her, straddling her hips and capturing her hands in my own. I leaned forward and moved her hands to the headboard, sad that it was solid wood, but it would have to do. I flattened her palms against the headboard and looked down at her. My breasts were hovering just over her eyes and she was staring, licking her lips. I cleared my throat and she shifted her gaze up to mine. "Leave your hands up here," I said. "If you move them, I'll make you wait even longer to come. Okay?"

She nodded. I smirked and sat up so that my already heated center pressed against her stomach. I hissed at the contact and had the urge to grind my hips into her, but I refrained for the time being. Instead, I moved to her side and brought my mouth to her breast. My lips immediately found her pebbled nipple, enveloping it into the heat of my mouth. I teased it with my tongue, loving the hiss of pleasure that escaped Calliope's lips.

While my lips and tongue teased her nipple, I flattened my hand on her hip and trailed it between her thighs to tease her folds. "You're so wet," I murmured against her nipple as I allowed my fingers to barely penetrate her.

Calliope's hips pressed forward in attempt to get me to fully touch her, but I pulled my hand back. "Ah ah ah, Calliope," I said. "Stay still." Her movements stilled, but she whimpered softly. I grinned.

I returned my fingers to her heated center, delving between her folds to slip easily inside her wetness. Her breath hitched in her throat as I entered her with two fingers. I moved slowly, very slowly, wanting to draw out her climax. Suddenly, I felt Calliope's hand wrap around my wrist in attempt to quicken my movements.

I raised my head and removed my fingers, gripping her wrist and returning it above her head. "Bad Calliope," I whispered into her ear. "You weren't supposed to move your hands. I'll let it slid this time, but don't do it again."

I saw her gulp and moved my lips back to her nipple. "Now, where was I?" I murmured. I reclaimed her nipple and moved my hand between her thighs, this time moving between her thighs. I used my free hand to encourage her to spread her legs even further as I released her nipple and moved down until my lips with level with her core. I continued slowly moving my two fingers in and out of her as I let my lips close around her clit, scraping my teeth lightly over the sensitive bud. Calliope gasped loudly but managed to keep her hands on the headboard. I smiled.

"Good job, Calliope," I praised. "I think you nearly deserve to come. But you must pass one more test." I grinned up at her from between her legs. "You can't come until I say you can." I recaptured her clit between my lips and sucked hard.

Calliope groaned and arched her back.

"Don't come yet," I warned. I began thrusting my fingers into her at a quicker pace as I rolled her clit between my lips. I pressed in with my fingers, making sure to that just the right spot with each thrust. I felt her inner walls begin to clasp my fingers.

"Not yet," I warned.

"Oh, God, please!" Calliope cried out. "I can't… I can't take much more. Pleeeease…"

"Yes, you can," I commanded. "Just a little bit longer." I added a third finger, moving at a rapid pace. I moved up to capture Calliope's lips as my hand continued to thrust. I moved my tongue in and out of her mouth in time with my thrusts, devouring her. Calliope arched, thrusting her hips back and forth. I knew she wouldn't be able to hold it much longer. I pulled back and stared into her eyes. I saw the raw need in their depths. I buried my face in her neck, sucking hard. "Come," I groaned. "Come for me, my love."