Title: Miami Heat (10/?)

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: You know you guys love me, even though my updates are getting less and less frequent. There's several reasons for that. (a) I still have a broken wrist and it starts hurting after 2 pages of typing or so, so I have to take frequent breaks. (b) School has started up again. It's my last semester of undergraduate, which means a hell of a lot of reading, writing and presenting. (c) I'm in Grey's withdrawal and C/A were left extremely angsty, which makes it hard for me to write happy stuff… Anyway, here's chapter 10. I hope you enjoy and, just a fair warning, you might want to read this alone. And perhaps plan for a break/cold shower afterwards. (I didn't warn someone last time and they god mad at me. lol) So consider this a warning. : )

[Arizona's POV]

While Calliope went to speak with her father, I went in search of my parents. So much had happened the past few days that I've barely been able to sit and talk with them. I found them in their guest suite, my father reading the newspaper while sitting in the corner of the couch, my mother leaning against him as she flipped through a magazine. I couldn't stop the smile from spreading across my face at the sight before me.

"Arizona," my said with a smile when she noticed me in the doorway. "You finally decided to tear yourself away from Callie to see us, I see," she teased.

My smile grew and I entered the room, leaning down to hug my mother, then my father. "I'm sorry if I've been absent lately," I said.

"Don't apologize," my father said, putting down the paper and indicating the chair adjacent to the couch. I sat and he studied me intently. My father was pretty intimidating and he had a way about him, a look, the very one he was giving me now, that made you think he was looking right into your mind, probing your thoughts. I blushed as I my mind immediately went to Calliope, wondering if he knew just how his only daughter had spent the previous evening. He narrowed his eyes slightly and I had a feeling he did know. My blush deepened and I was forced to look away as I cleared my throat.

"Well, I just wondered when you plan to leave," I said, directing it at my mother.

She glanced between my father and I, an amused expression on her face. "We thought we'd spend a few days at your Aunt Tonya's before heading home," she answered. "I think we're leaving here tomorrow morning. Why?"

I shrugged, trying to act innocent. "I have an interview in Seattle on Tuesday so I was just wondering when you were planning on leaving. I think I'll be leaving tomorrow morning as well."

"Seattle?" my father questioned. "Doesn't Callie live in Seattle?"

I fought a smile, but failed. "Yes, sir," I answered. "She does. And before you ask, yes, the interview is at the same hospital she works at. Seattle Grace. It's a top-ranked teaching hospital and would be a great place to work."

"And Callie's there," he added, a smug look on his face.

I sighed. "And Callie's there," I agreed, knowing it would be useless to argue that that fact was a part of my decision. "And I know what you're going to say. We've only known each other a few days, but I don't know. I really like her. Like, really like her." I shrugged slightly.

"Arizona, you don't need to defend yourself to us," my mother said. "You're an adult. A very responsible, mature adult. You wouldn't be moving all the way to Seattle if you weren't sure."

I chuckled. "I'm sure," I said. "I'm so sure."

She smiled and nodded. "Good. That's enough for us, right Daniel?"

I looked at my father in trepidation. I knew I didn't need his approval, but I liked to have it anyway. I was relieved to see him nod in agreement. "I like Callie," he said. "And it's obvious she makes you happy."

I broke into a huge smile. "I'm glad you like her."

"Now, you better not forget us when you move to Seattle," my mother said. "You better call at least once a week and visit every few months, you hear?"

I laughed. "I haven't gotten the job, yet," I pointed out. "I may not get it."

"You'll get it," my father said, his positive assertion making me feel a lot more confident.

"I hope so," I said. Then I remembered Calliope's earlier anxiety over her talk with her father and my smile wavered.

"What's wrong?" my mother asked, not missing a beat. She'd always been able to read me like a book.

"It's nothing," I reassured.

She gave me a look that told me she didn't believe me and I knew it would be useless to try and convince her that nothing was wrong.

I sighed. "It's just Calliope," I said. "Her father isn't too thrilled with her being in relationship with a woman," I explained. "She's talking to him now."

My father raised his eyebrows, seemingly surprised. "Carlos? I noticed a bit of tension between them at dinner the other night, but I had not idea that's what it was."

I nodded. "Yeah, apparently, he's already cut her off once when she was dating a woman a few years ago, but he had seemed to come around. But now…" I shrugged.

"I'm sure it'll be alright," my mother reassured. "After all, she is dating our daughter. If he has a problem with that, then he has a problem with us."

I had to laugh at her protective streak. "I don't think it's me he has the problem with. It's a religious thing."

I quickly changed the subject, not wanting to think about what could possibly happen between Calliope and her father. Several minutes later we were chatting about my cousin's newborn son when someone cleared their throat from the open doorway. I glanced up, my smile faltering when I saw Calliope standing there, trying to look neutral but I could see her distress.

"Hey, sorry to interrupt," she said, voice heavy with emotion. "Can I talk to you?" she asked me, a pleading look in her eyes.

"Go ahead," my father said and I stood, grateful that they understood. I followed Calliope down the hallway into her room, shutting the door behind me.

"What happened?" I asked as she sat heavily on her bed.

She looked up at me and I could tell she was fighting tears. My heart ached as I sat next to her, wrapping my arm around her lower back while my free hand gripped one of her hands, interlacing our fingers. "Talk to me," I said softly.

She sighed. "First, he insisted that this was all just a phase and that he'd given me time to 'get over it' and that it was time for me to settle down 'with a nice man.' I thought he'd finally accepted me, but he was only biding his time before trying to make me straight. He just wants to pray away the gay."

She finally broke, tears streaming down her cheeks. My heart clenched again as I gathered her to me, letting her bury her tear-streaked face in my neck. I could feel her tears already soaking my shirt, but I didn't care. I rocked her softly, murmuring softly in her ear. I was at a loss for words, but I had a feeling words would be lost on her right now. She just needed to cry.

I pained me to see her like this. To see her, the strong, confident, badass woman I've come to know, like this.

After a few minutes, her sobs subsided but she didn't let go right away. I didn't mind.

"I'm sorry," she said when she finally sat up, wiping her tears, her make up hopelessly smudged.

"Hey, don't apologize," I said, helping to wipe away her tears. "You have nothing to apologize for."

She sniffled. "You've known me only a few days and you're already being dragged into family drama," she explained, staring down at her hands in her lap.

"Hey," I said, cupping her chin and forcing her to look at me. "It's okay. I'm just sad to see you so upset. I wish there was something I could do."

She gave me a small smile and sniffled slightly. "You're doing it," she said, taking my hand and gripping it tightly. "By just being here."

I returned her smile and leaned into her, hoping she could feel my support.

::*::*::*::

[Callie's POV]

I couldn't stay in the house and I'd told Arizona so. She'd understood and jumped at my suggestion that we take the yacht out for the day.

"We have to be back by six, though," she said as I guided the boat out of the marina. Aria had been right; piloting it was a lot like riding a bike—hard to forget once you've learned. "I told my parents we'd take them out for dinner at seven."

I glanced at her. "Your parents?" I asked, nervous. Of course we've met and chatted, but that was as Aria's sister, not as Arizona's girlfriend.

Arizona chuckled. "Relax, Calliope," she said. "They love you already and just want to get to know you. It'll be fine. I promise."

I grumbled. "Fine, but you owe me," I muttered.

She stepped up behind me and stood on tiptoe to whisper into my ear, "We're on the yacht and will soon be out in the middle of nowhere. All alone. I think I can figure out a way to repay you."

I shivered at the whispered promise and fought to focus on the water ahead of me. I cleared my throat and shook my head to clear it.

I navigated the boat to the cove we'd gone to before and dropped anchor. Arizona had left the control room a few minutes ago. Before she'd left, she's looked at me over her shoulder with a challenging look in her eyes. "You want to play a little game?" she'd asked.

I'd raised an eyebrow. "What kind of game?"

"A fun one, I promise," she'd responded. She'd began to unbutton her shirt as she'd backed out of the room. "When you drop anchor, just follow the trail." She'd slid her shirt off her shoulders revealing her bikini top and dropped it to the ground.

Now, I shut off the engine and walked over to where she'd dropped the shirt. I bent over and picked it up, bringing it to my face to breath in her intoxicating scent. I exited the control room, heading down the stairs where I noticed a bright pink flip flop. Further beyond that flip flop, in front of the door leading to the cabin was the other flip flop, pointing inside. I grinned and made my way to the door, opening it and stepping inside.

I gave my eyes a moment to adjust to the dim interior before looking around for another bread crumb. In the middle of the floor lay denim shorts, haphazardly discarded. My mouth began to water when I saw the next item, which lay directly in front of the closed door that led to the bedroom. It was bright blue and tiny. Her bikini top.

I swallowed hard before pushing open the door, expecting to see a naked Arizona sprawled on the bed. I was confused when I saw nothing on the bed. I looked around the room, breath catching in my chest when I finally saw her. She sat in an armchair in the corner of the room to my right. Her legs were crossed and she held her last piece of clothing—the bright blue bikini bottoms—in her hand, letting it dangle off her index finger as she grinned up at me.

"I like this game," I said, unable to tear my eyes away from her.

"The game isn't over, Calliope," Arizona said, letting the bottoms fall from her finger to the floor. She crossed her arms over her chest, hiding her breasts from me. I pouted, which caused her grin to widen. "Why are you still wearing so many clothes?"

I glanced down at myself and shrugged. "Hell if I know," I said, tugging my shirt off over my head. I tossed it aside and brought my hands to the fastenings of my khaki shorts. I kicked them away as soon as they hit the floor. Soon, I stood in front of her, naked as the day I was born, hands on my hips as I let her appraise me.

I've never been particularly shy about my body, but I've never really cared what others thought about me as much as I cared about what Arizona thought. And even though she's already seen me naked, this was different. It wasn't a dark cave or a dim bedroom. It was a brightly lit room with natural Miami coast sunlight filtering through the many windows.

I swallowed as Arizona's eyes traveled over my entire body, moving downwards at a snails pace, then traveling back upwards. I saw her lick her lips slightly and I let out the breath I'd been holding. Her eyes met mine and I swallowed again, this time at the raw look of arousal and desire in her eyes.

"Sit down," she said. "On the edge of the bed."

I did as she said, excited at the prospect of take-charge Arizona. It was probably the sexiest thing I've ever seen.

"Touch yourself."

I raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"Touch yourself," she reiterated. "Show me what makes you feel good."

"You know what makes me feel good," I said, nervous.

She just stared at me. I gave in, laying back on the bed and bringing one hand up to cup my breast, imagining that it was Arizona's hand. I groaned at the feeling of my already taut nipple beneath my palm.

While my left hand teased my breast, my right hand trailed across my neck, between my breasts and over my ribs. I let my fingers play across my abdomen and tease the place where my thigh met my torso.

"Spread your legs," I heard Arizona whisper, sounding a lot closer than before. I glanced up and noticed that she'd moved to her knees in front of me, deliciously close, but not close enough to touch me herself. "Open them," she repeated. "I want to see your strong fingers between your thighs, stroking your clit and pushing inside yourself."

If take-control Arizona is the sexiest thing I've ever seen, then dirty-talking Arizona is definitely the sexiest thing I've ever heard. I couldn't say no to her commands and I let my legs fall open slightly.

"More," she said and I felt her hands on my inner thighs, just above my knees, encouraging me to spread them wider. I thought she'd finally end my torture and take over touching me herself, but she sat back on her haunches and looked up at me expectantly.

I let my head fall back to the bed and my eyes closed as I gathered the nerve to continue. It's not that I've never gotten myself off before, but I've never done it in front of anyone before. Take a deep breath, I moved my hand between my legs, trailing my fingers over my swollen outer folds, gasping slightly when I noted how wet I already was. I dipped my middle finger between my folds and let it brush across my sensitive clit. My hips involuntarily moved forward.

"That's it, Calliope," I heard Arizona whisper as I felt lips graze the inside of my knee. "So fucking sexy," she whispered. I groaned, encouraged by her words, and let my middle finger move downward, teasing my opening a bit before pushing it all the way inside.

"Oh, God," I gasped as I moved the digit in and out.

"Yes," Arizona groaned. "Come for me."

"Help me," I begged. "Please."

I expected her to say no so I was pleasantly surprised when I felt Arizona's hand grip mine as she added her own finger to the mix. I gasped and felt my body tense at the new and wonderful sensation of having her and my inside me at the same time.

"Oh, God," I gasped out. "I'm so close. So close. Arizona!" I felt my muscles tensing as I neared orgasm. I stopped teasing my breast with my left hand and didn't hesitate moving it between my folds to tease across my clit, needing to come.

Arizona's finger moved in time with my own, working to push me over the edge. Soon, every muscle in my body tensed up and I cried out Arizona's name as bright lights exploded behind my closed eyelids. My inner walls trapped both our fingers, holding them captive.

It took me several minutes to be able to even open my eyes again. When I did, I saw Arizona lying next to me, head propped on her arm as she grinned down at me. I blushed furiously when I realized that our fingers were still inside me. She chuckled at my sudden shyness and slowly slid our fingers out, causing me to groan at the loss.

I groaned again when she brought my hand to her lips and enveloped my finger, the one that had been inside me, in her warm mouth, sucking the taste of me off. When my finger was clean, she dropped my hand and licked her lips before leaning down to kiss me. I could taste myself on her lips and tongue and it was driving me crazy.

"That was so hot," she murmured when she pulled away. "You're so hot."

I grinned and forced her to roll onto her back as I moved to brace myself above her, resting my weight on my hands on either side of her head. I dipped down so that our lips were only half an inch apart. "I think you are you the hot one." I brushed my lips across hers. "And I plan to show you just how hot I think you are."

Arizona grinned and looped her arms around my neck, her eyes smoky with arousal. "Bring it on, Calliope," she purred, sending chills down my spine.

I wasted no time in teasing her; I didn't have the patience to tease right now. Instead, I slid one hand between her thighs as I captured a pink, pebbled nipple between my lips. I could already feel her wetness soaking her inner thighs. I eased my fingers through her folds, groaning at the slickness I encountered.

"So fucking wet," I murmured against her nipple.

Arizona's back arched slightly, her fingernails digging little half moons into my shoulders. "All for you," she gasped out. "All I have to do is look at you and, oh, I get so turned on." She gasped as I brushed across her clit. "Oh, God. You're so fucking hot, Calliope." She groaned as I teased her opening. "Inside," she pleaded. "I need you inside. Now."

I didn't waste any time in entering her with two fingers, pushing deep. I reclaimed her lips as I did so, swallowing her gasp of pleasure. She held me to her, her fingers tunneling into my hair and gripping tightly as her tongue dueled with mine. "Harder!" she cried out between kisses. "Make me yours."

I melted at those words and felt my own arousal burst into overdrive once again. I straddled her muscular thigh and pressed my center against her smooth, using the back and forth momentum of my hips to thrust into her harder and faster.

It wasn't long, only seconds, before I felt her entire body tense under me, her back arching up into me and her free leg trapping me in place as her inner walls began to spasm and she came against my hand, her fingers tightening almost painfully in my hair.

Seeing the look of absolute pleasure on her face as she came, as I gave her that ultimate pleasure, sent me over the edge for a second time.

::*::*::*::

[Arizona's POV]

"Oh, God, I think you've killed me," I groaned a few minutes later. I heard a deep chuckle emit from beside me and I opened one eye. Calliope lay next to me on her stomach facing me, eyes closed and a small smile playing across her lips. I lay on my back, having not moved since the massive orgasm she'd given me a few moments ago. "You think it's funny?" I asked, trying to sound serious but failing as a smile crept past me.

She opened her eyes to meet mine. "Yes," she simply answered. "But I was also laughing because every time we get into a room alone together, we end up naked in bed. Or on rock in a cave. Or in a shower. Or—"

"I get it," I said with a laugh. "You're a sex fiend. It's okay."

"Hey!" she protested, nudging my side. "You were the one that led me down here to have your way with me. If either is a sex fiend, it's you."

"Well, well what do you expect when my girlfriend is Calliope Torres?" I asked as I rolled onto my side to face her, my hand finding her hip.

She grinned. "I'll never get tired of hearing that," she said.

"What? Calliope?"

She shook her head. "Girlfriend," she answered. "You calling me your girlfriend. I feel like I'm dreaming. Like I'm going to wake up and this will all have been a dream."

"It's not a dream, Calliope," I reassured. I trailed my finger over her eyebrows, down her nose and across her lips. I leaned forward and kissed her softly. "You know how I know it's not a dream?" I asked her.

She shook her head. "How?"

I cupped her cheek and looked into her eyes. "Because I'm pretty sure you can't fall in love in a dream."