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: So, wedding was great. Reception was great. Wedding night was… great! Now, time for our girls to enjoy their well deserved honeymoon. Let's see what trouble they are getting into now. Enjoy!

Chapter 36

Callie's POV:

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My hand leaves my arm rest and I place it over the hand of my wife. She hates flying …actually she hates the loss of control, but… so, her anxiety comes out with her fidgeting. Right now, she is tapping the metal on her own arm rest.

"Arizona, relax sweetie." I say. We are only a half hour into the first leg of our very long trip to Barcelona, Spain.

"I am relaxed." She says, a smile on her face as her knee starts to bounce after I stilled her hand.

"Tell that to your knee." I say, moving my hand from her hand to her knee. "I know you're afraid of flying, but you just have to relax. We got a long ways to go before we land in Spain."

"I'm not afraid of FLYING. …It's the crashing and burning that I'm afraid of." She growls as she looks out the window. It's our first day of our honeymoon, and after a VERY nice night, and morning for that matter, we are looking forward to a couple weeks of fun and sun in the middle of the Mediterranean.

"Then how about this…" I purr, taking both of her hands in mine, forcing her to look at me. "Close your eyes." She just gives me a blank look. "Arizona, just close your eyes." After a big roll, her eyes close. "Now…instead of thinking about being in this plane, think about you… me… two bikinis… a white sandy beach… and a very large sangria…"

"Ooo…" She growls, a smile crossing her lips. …I know that smile.

"Is it working?" I ask, leaning in close so our lips are only an inch apart.

"Something's working alright." She says, pulling my hands toward her and down to her center where there is now a searing heat. My wife and I took advantage of our wedding night, a lot… and a couple times this morning. …it was like our own little forest sex retreat.

"Jesus, Arizona…" I gasp out as I look over my shoulder, trying to see if anyone just saw what she did. We are in first class, naturally, so the seats are spaced out pretty well. Thankfully, no one close was paying attention.

"Well done, doctor. I'm not even thinking about …this big… metal… tin can… flying miles off the ground… doing something only birds should be doing…." The blonde says, trying very hard to keep her mind on my hands, and not on the idea she is flying. She closes the inch between our lips and gives me a kiss that makes my mind spin… well, faster than it already is.

"Don't you ever get enough?" I growl as I cup her sex, her hands getting lost in my hair. If it wasn't for the locked armrest between us, I'm sure that Arizona would be straddled across my lap right now, even with everyone else around.

"I can never get enough of you." My wife answers. A clearing of a throat breaks our lips as my hand pulls back from between her legs like I was burned.

"Can I get you ladies something to drink?" The male, and obviously flamboyant, flight attendant asks.

"No, thanks. We're good." Arizona says, giving her dimpled smile. I know that face is a dismissal face, but the flight attendant doesn't catch that. Instead, he kneels down and leans in close.

"You ladies celebrating something?" He asks.

"We're uhhh…" I glance to my wife next to me and see the lust still rolling through her eyes. She squeezes her legs together to try and replace the pressure my hand was just applying to her center. "We're on our honeymoon." I say, turning back to the man.

"Marvelous! That is so amazing. Let me see what I can do for you girls." He says, winking, then stands and heads down the rest of the first class cabin. Arizona and I exchange a look and both end up laughing. …yeah, he's gay. I'm sitting back in my chair, pulling out my iPod and headphones when Arizona stands and steps over me and into the aisle.

When I give her a questioning look, she leans in close to my ear and whispers "Wait 30 seconds, then follow me." With a wink, she turns and walks up the length of the cabin, adding an extra sway to her hips just for me. …she's kidding right? She's not seriously suggesting that… No. That's not something Arizona would do… After about thirty seconds of fighting with myself, I shoot out of my chair and follow in my blonde's footsteps. …I sure as hell am not going to miss airplane sex if she is down for it. Glancing over the rest of the first class cabin, everyone seems engaged in their own thing, so I knock on the stall I saw Arizona enter. The next second the folding door folds open and I am pulled in by a hungry blonde. Her lips are instantly on mine as my hands find hold on her hips. …my wife is a fucking animal, and I love it.

"I was beginning to think you weren't going to come." Arizona gasps. These airplane bathrooms aren't really big enough for anything other than bathroom business… and sometimes its still a little cramped, but Arizona isn't about to let space become the issue. She is sitting on the sink, her legs parted and pulling my body in to hers.

"Who am I to say no to popping your mile-high cherry." I say with a devilish smile as I work on her belt and pants.

Arizona chuckles as her lips find my neck. "And who say's I'm not already a member?" She pulls back and raises a questioning eyebrow.

My hands freeze their work on her pants which are already half way down her thigh. "Who…" I ask, not really wanting to know the answer but very curious.

"The only other person I crossed the Atlantic with." She answers. She knows if she says her name, the mood is killed, but also knows she gave me just enough to be jealous and want to fuck her brains out to replace those memories with ones of only myself. Arizona smiles as she watches pure jealousy flash across my eyes and knows she's about to get what she's been craving. Another yank and her jeans are hanging around her ankles.

"You let her fuck you?" I growl as I rip her panties away from her body. They are mine now and Arizona will have to continue our trip bare underneath her jeans. …she deserves to be punished.

Slowly shaking her head, she answers "I fucked her. She never touched me…" Arizona knows exactly what to say to make me shiver in pleasure. My center is on fire, but that can wait because I am about to lay claim to my territory. …MY Arizona.

Without any warning I thrust two fingers between her legs and into her dripping core. She hides her face in my neck, trying to retain some semblance of discretion knowing that there is an airplane full of people just outside the thin door. Its hard and quick, this is not love making, this is fucking and Arizona is going crazy. Her teeth find a hold on my neck and bites down. I know I will have a red mark for all to see, but some how that just stirs me on and my thrusting increases within her. The roar of the airplanes engines deafen her moans, at least to my ears, but I still feel her start to respond. Her hips are meeting my fingers with each thrust more and more eagerly.

"Yes… Calliope… fuck me…" She groans right into my ear.

"Come for me baby… I want to hear you scream my name…" I growl back, increasing the strength of my thrusts as I put my entire body behind it. Seconds later, and a flick across her clit, her walls swallow up my hand as she contracts and clenches around me. Her legs squeeze me in tighter as her fingernails dig into my back. Not wanting to go easy on her, I continue to massage her tender spot, making her buck and spasm as she comes down. Finally, when I deem she has been properly satisfies, I extract my hand and pull back. Her face is flushed, and hair all a mess. Her chest is heaving and legs trembling. Using her ripped panties as a towel, I wipe my fingers off as her blue eyes stare right at me.

She reaches for them but I pull them back. "Nope, these are mine now." I say, getting a shocked look from the blonde.

"Calliope…" She warns, not believing I am going to make her spend the rest of this 18 hr travel day without something underneath her jeans.

I give her a throaty chuckle and watch as a little terror and panic flash across her blue eyes. "Should have thought of that before baby…" I give her a quick kiss as I shove her panties into my pocket. "Might want to fix yourself up a little… or the rest of the passengers will know you just got your brains fucked out of you." Then I slip out of the folding bathroom door and close it behind me. The curtain is drawn, separating the bathroom area and the cabin. As I try to walk through it, I bump into the gay flight attendant.

"Oh, sorry." I say as I move around him.

"Have fun?" He asks, a knowing glint in his eye. …oh, shit. I open my mouth to try and answer, to try and come up with any sort of explanation OTHER than my wife and I having crazy hot lesbian sex three miles up in the air with a couple hundred people feet away… but nothing comes to mind.

"Don't worry, I stood watch." He says with a wink. Thanking him, with a bright blush crossing my cheeks and running down my neck, I go back to our seats. …great. Just got caught by the gayest steward every. God this is going to be along flight. Two minutes later, Arizona climbs over me and takes her seat again. Her cheeks are still flushed, and her hair still a mess.

"Did he-" She starts to ask, but I know what she is about to ask.

"Yep." I cut her off.

"And did we-" She continues.

Again, knowing Arizona, I cut her off with an answer "Oh yeah." Our eyes meet for a second then we both bust out laughing, getting multiple looks from the people around us.

"Oh shove it, we're on our honeymoon." Arizona shoots back, making me hide my face. She leans in close and whispers "You know… I think I could get into flying if THAT is on the itinerary every flight." I pretend to think about it for a minute as I pull out the pair of panties that are now mine, my fingers running over the soft material, a hint of Arizona's scent meeting my nose and making my eyes roll back in my head.

"I think I can make that happen…" I reply, making Arizona lick her lips in anticipation.

…oh yes, the getting there is half the fun.

AN2: So, let me know. Gracias!