Disclaimer: This is AU. I do not own any of the characters from Grey's Anatomy. I just manipulate them to my will. Also, any line or phrase or setting that seems remotely familiar from any other show, movie or book, also not mine.

AN: Alright peeps, first and could be last update of the day… for this story atleast. Enjoy!


Chapter 11

"Son of a…." Arizona growls as she pulls out another pinched finger from the old engine. Five hours have turned into eight. Not even half way through the blondes half of the fields, the rickety tractor died and she has been working on it ever since. Luckily, Callie keeps a toolbox under the seats of her rusty pieces of junk just in case.

"I swear I don't get paid enough for this…SHIT!" She pulls her hand out of the greasy engine yet again.

"Arizona!" Callie yells out, as she moves through the fields on her own slow tractor. "Arizona? !"

"Cal! …Over here!" The blonde yells out. She can hear the shifting of the tractor as it pulls down one of the rows of wheat. Usually it wouldn't be a problem to find a stuck field worker but the wheat stalks are tall and the blonde's hair blends in well with the golden wheat dancing in the wind. Looking up from the tractors engine, she sees the Latina pull her own tractor up behind the busted one and hop down off her raised seat. Callie's brow is slick with sweat and the hot Oklahoma sun has tinted her skin a shade darker. As Arizona watches the woman move towards her, her heart starts to race, her mouth runs dry.

"Good lord…" She groans, her eyes locked on the swaying of the Latina's hips and the rise and fall of her breasts as she walks. "…yep. I'm gay." She mumbles to herself then shoots the woman a dimpled grin. The blonde herself is slick with sweat, her thin tank top long ago shed and is now in just her jeans, sports bra, and blue bandana. The sight of Arizona's slim, toned midsection glistening in the suns rays make Callie herself send up a thanks to God for making a woman as beautiful as the one in front of her eyes.

"Jesus… what have you been doing to my tractor?" Callie asks as she approaches the blonde and sees her hands coated in grease and dirt.

"Doing? …You should ask this hunk of junk that. I don't think I have any fingers left." Arizona holds up her battered fingers and there is a thin streak of blood that runs down the blondes forearm.

"Ouch… are you alright?" Callie asks, her voice full of genuine concern.

"I'm fine…" Arizona says, working away at the engine in front of her. Another slip of her hand in the cramped space and another cut in her fingers. "Ahh Fuck!" She cries out, tearing her hands out of the aged tractors front compartment. Blue eyes find surprised brown ones. "Sorry… I uhhh… sorry…" Callie gives her a confused look as she nudges the blonde out of the way and looks at the engine herself.

"Damn it…" The Latina growls. Then she looks at the blonde who is trying to wipe her hands off on her discarded tank top. "I thought you knew how to fix engines?"

"So did I…" Arizona growls back. Callie laughs and turns back to the bucket of bolts.

"Well… fuck. …Come on." Callie says, and Arizona follows. The Latina tosses the blonde a sandwich that she wrapped up for her before Callie came looking for her. Arizona climbs on the back of the working tractor and the two of them finish up the unfertilized land, taking another three hours but they are ok with that, because they have each other to talk to. When the last acre of land is finished, they move back to the busted tractor and tie it to the back of the working one. The trip back to the barn is long and slow, but eventually, just as the sun is dipping below the Oklahoma horizon, the women get the two tractors tucked back in.

"I'll have to call Derrick and see if he can come out this way…" Callie says through ragged breath. Arizona leans back against the busted tractor and tries to level her own breathing. She has been working since they started this morning and is physically exhausted, and pushing a thousand pound tractor was the icing on the cake. Callie walks up to Arizona looks down at the sweaty, grease and dirt covered face and smiles.

"Come on." Callie says softly. She takes Arizona's still gloved hand in her own and pulls her towards the house. Once in the kitchen, they each down a large bottle of water in seconds and just rest in the cool sanctuary.

"I uhh… I think I'm going to take a shower. …I feel pretty nasty." The blonde says, looking down at her dark hands and stained stomach. Callie also glances down the svelte body of her guest and likes what she sees. Arizona catches the Latina's look but doesn't say anything about it.

"Alright. …I'll see what I can find for dinner." Callie says, as Arizona moves down the hallway. A quick phone call into town and Callie has set up an appointment for the town's mechanic to come out and look at her tractor, then she decides dinner can wait. Moving down the hallway herself, she strips off her own dirtied clothes. At the bathroom door, she pauses, unsure if she's about to make a mistake. But when she hears the voice of Arizona singing in the shower, she grabs the handle and opens the door. Stripping off her last layer of clothes, she takes a deep breath and then pulls the curtain aside. Arizona jumps at the suddenness of the woman's appearance.

"Mind if I join you?" Callie asks in a husky voice. Arizona's eyes rake up and down the naked body in front of her and smiles. She steps aside and Callie joins her. As the warm water washes over both naked bodies, the women's eye stay locked on each others. Callie leans in and makes the first contact, locking lips with the shorter blonde. The slickness of the water allows their bodies to slide against one another and hands start to roam freely. Lips move from lips to necks and collarbones, shoulders, and down to breasts. Each take their turn on the others body as the days' sweat and stress washes off them. As Arizona's lips move back to the Latina's, she takes one of Callie's hands in hers and raises it above the taller woman. The blondes' right hand starts to snake down the Latina's body until it finds her folds. Callie pulls Arizona's lips harder against hers as the blondes strong hands work at her center.

"Wow… mmm…. You sure you're new to this?" Callie gasps as she feels the warmth spread over her body. Arizona chuckles as she moves to the Latina's neck, nipping and sucking at the pulse point that is pounding because her heart is racing. Deft fingers move against Callie's arousal and soon, her body tenses as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. Strong arms wrap around the smaller woman's body, seeking support during her release and Arizona smiles, knowing she is the one making this woman quake in pleasure. When the water runs cold, both women detach from each other and step out. Quickly changing into a clean set of clothes they return to the kitchen. Arizona takes her place at the table as Callie moves through the kitchen. The blonde's eyes stay glued to the woman in front of her, a smile playing across her lips.

Turning and catching the blue gaze, Callie smiles as well. "What are you looking at?" She says playfully.

"Nothing…" Arizona replies, her eyes never leaving that of Callie. As they eat their long overdue dinner, they talk. And not just the normal small talk, but they get down in the dirt.

"So…Ms. Robbins, how did you learn to fix…most… engines?" Callie asks with a smile on her face. Arizona, takes a big bite of fried chicken and laughs.

"Umm… well. I told you that my Dad was a Marine…" Callie nods, remembering that coming up during one of their other talks weeks ago. "…He was a Marine Cargo Mechanic." Arizona says simply which gets a confused look from her dinner mate. "Basically… he was a Mechanic for all the ships and boats the Marines posses. …Which is why we moved so much. There was so few skilled Mechanics that he was needed everywhere. And he would always be roped in to teach others, which is how I learned. Sit in on enough lectures, even when you are… 13 years old… and you will learn the material." Arizona continues then takes another bite of her chicken.

"13 huh? Wow. …Nerd?" Callie asks sarcastically and they both laugh. Finishing up dinner, they clean up and then Callie pours out two glasses of wine, something she hasn't done 'just because' in a long time. Handing a glass to the blonde, they move into the living room and take a seat on the couch. The exhausted women just sit for a while, feeling the calming effect of the alcohol wash over them. Arizona throws her head back and turns to look at Callie, who is watching her.

"What about you… how did you get here?" Arizona asks, her voice soft.

"What do you mean?" Callie asks in response as she drains her glass.

"Well… you don't seem like the farming type." Arizona replies, downing the last of her own alcoholic beverage.

"I married into it…" Callie answers softly. Arizona nods and then waits for the woman to continue. "We uhhh… we met when he was in Miami for spring break. ...We spent all of two weeks together before I uhhh..." She laughs and shakes her head, thinking about her younger days. "…before I left home and followed him back here. …It was his Dad's farm. Then he died and George took it over."

"How long were you two married?" Arizona asks.

"Uhhh…just over three years. We had known each other for… like three years and four months." Callie says as she plays with the blanket over the back of the couch.

"You got married after four months?" Arizona asks disbelievingly. Callie nods. "Wow… that's… wow." The Latina gives her a questioning look. "No… I just. You seem like such a uhhh… what's the word… someone not THAT spontaneous. You seem like a woman who thinks about things first before acting."

"Yeah well… he was my McDreamy…" Callie says despondently. Arizona screws up her face in confusion, not really getting the reference but figures out what it means essentially.

"I think it's romantic." Arizona says quietly as she places a hand on the woman's thigh.

"What about you… ever come close to-"

"No." Arizona cuts her off. "No, I… I never had that sort of connection with a man. I mean… I've been with them of course but… as you said this morning. …No heat." The blonde sends the woman a dimpled grin. "I mean… I was more passionate about my Cindy Crawford poster when I was growing up than any of the guys I dated." This makes both women laugh, a mixture of exhaustion and the slight buzz of wine making the laughter draw on and on. By the time both women catch their breaths, they have migrated together and their lips are inches apart. The light mood turns serious as blue eyes lock on to brown ones. Arizona shivers as she feels the hot breath of the Latina wash over her face. Callie's mouth goes dry as her eyes glance down at the chapped and sunburned lips of the blonde. Then next second, Callie's lips are locked on Arizona, her body covering the smaller woman's as she pushes her back onto the couch. Hands roam bodies freely, their hesitation long gone, especially after their shower session earlier. Before they know it, both are free of their shirts and topless. Their breasts resting against each others makes both women moan.

"Wanna go to bed?" Callie asks when she comes up for air, already starting to stand.

"Like you wouldn't believe…" Arizona growls and then grabs Callie by the hand and drags her down the hallway. At the threshold of the bedroom, they pause and share another passionate kiss, going from frenzied fire to a slow rolling heat. Blue eyes search the Latina's soul, trying to find the woman that was long ago lost, and smiles as Callie brings forth the desire she has forgotten after years of mourning. Crossing the threshold, both women know they are in for another historical night of love making.


AN2: You know what to do… so do it. …Things are going well. Hopefully things will last…. Hopefully.