AN: A lot of you wondered if last chapter had been the last one. Clearly, it isn't considering this update. I will give you a heads up when last chapter is up, I promise. Just know that it's soon happening. But for now… enjoy this. I had a blast writing it!
I know my wife isn't keen on the whole flying part… or more like the crashing part of the flying, actually. I know she's been on planes many times since her crash, but that doesn't mean she likes it. That just means that she's taken her job seriously, going on planes and saving dying children's lives. That just means that she loves her daughter so much that she wants to push through her fear, her nightmares and the crazy scenarios inside of her head. If that doesn't make me love her more, I don't know what would?
I got married to Arizona yesterday, and it's been amazing. Married life is incredible, and I can't believe we didn't get married sooner. I know I've only had a wife and been one myself for one day, but it has surely been one of the best days of my life. Like seriously, having Arizona as a wife it's just... it's more joy than I sometimes can contain inside. That's why I walk around smiling like a fool. That's why I can't keep the smug grin off of my face. That's why I kiss her every time I get the chance, pouring my happiness right into her. It's perfect bliss… because I just love her so, so much."Arizona..." I soothe my wife as her knees bounce in a quick pace. "Breathe."
"I am!" she snaps, rubbing her hands against her thighs. I'm a little taken back by her sharpness and try not to take it personally. It's not me she's angry with, it's the situation. "Sorry, honey," Arizona takes a deep breath, placing her hand on my thigh and squeezes. "I'm just..."
"I know, baby," I say gently, placing my hand on top of hers and stroking her knuckles. "I know. You'll do fine. We'll soon be sipping weird-spelled drinks and kiss while watching the sun set."
Arizona smiles wholeheartedly for the first time since we boarded the plane. "I love you," she tells me, leaning in and placing a soft kiss upon my lips. I never tire hearing those words spilling from her lips."I love you," I give her a reassuring nod, smiling.
Arizona strokes my cheek before turning her head and looking at the headboard in front of her, letting out a deep sigh. "I just need Greece to like magically appear."
"Give it 24 hours," I nudge Arizona in the side, trying to lighten up her mood. "Until then I'm completely at you service."
Arizona snorts, turning her head and looks at me. "Only until then?" she raises her eyebrow, sending me a sultry look. And this was what I was aiming for... Arizona being her usual confident and funny self.
"If you behave... maybe I'll give you a day or two extra. Like a wedding bonus," I shrug nonchalantly, playing my wife while trying to calm her. I think it's working."Is that so?" she smirks. "Then I'll just have to try."
I give her another kiss, this time a chaste one as I guide her head closer to me by a finger under her chin. When she's close enough, I close the small space between us while Arizona's hands come resting at my thighs as she leans in closer. I let out a comfortable sound, causing my wife to chuckle into our kiss.
"You ladies need anything?" a kind voice behind us interrupts. We break our little love bubble and turn our attention towards the young man. I shift in my seat and smile at him.
"I'm good, thank you. But my wife would like a glass of T-sip-ouro," I tell him, rolling my tongue in attempt to pronounce the Greek drink. Arizona bites off a laugh behind me which makes me hold back one of my own, looking at the confused steward.
"I'm sorry, ma'am, I don't know what that is," he apologizes, a sad smile on his face. "We have 7Up, though," he suggests service-minded which causes my wife to burst out a laugh, trying to cover it up with a fake cough. Yeah, smooth, Arizona.
I keep a big grin plastered to my face, answering the kind man. "You don't have anything a bit stronger, have you? Like whiskey?"
"We have vodka, ma'am."
"We'll take that," I smile at him, nodding. Arizona pokes me in the back. "Oh. We'll take the 7Up as well, thank you."
"Sure, ma'am," he gives me a small smile and then turns to leave down the small aisle in search of our drinks.
I turn to look at my wife who's practically lobster-red due to her laughing. I love her... I love her so much, and especially when she's laughing like that. Whenever she grands the world the joy of her infectious laughter, it just warms my every bone.
"Eliza," she grins. "I'm not drinking alone," Arizona states matter-of-factly.
"I'm driving," I shrug, referring to the car we've rented which is waiting for us to arrive at the airport.
"Not in the next 24 hours you're not," she furrows her brows. "So yeah. You're drinking with me. You said yourself... the next 24 hours you are solely on my service," Arizona smirks, wiggling her finger at me. I lean closer to her, raising my one eyebrow.
"What did I just start..." I sigh, pretending to be irritated. I'm not, though. I'm anything but. I'm on my honeymoon with my drop dead gorgeous wife… life is pretty damn good. I can't complain about anything, really.
"Something you sure as hell will have to finish," Arizona husks before placing her lips against mine, her hand squeezing my thigh as she dips her tongue inside my mouth just a teeny tiny bit.
The sensation of kissing Arizona, of kissing my wife... it hits me every time. Square in the face, deep in the heart. It's such an amazing feeling. It's something I can't even begin to explain with words. It's something that goes beyond explaining. And I'm sure, if you look up the word Arizona in the dictionary, you'd get the definition of the world's best kisser… at least in my version.
"A-hem," the familiar voice from before interrupts us once again. "Your drink, ma'am."
The steward places a glass with two ice cubes in and a small amount of liquid on the fold-out table in front of Arizona, smiling kindly. Then he places a bottled 7Up next to it. "Thank you," Arizona smiles politely back at him. "Can we have another round of that, please?"
The steward looks us down, he's clearly a little bit annoyed by us. But I couldn't care less. Again, I'm on my honeymoon. Nothing can bring me down. I don't look at him. My gaze is fixated on my wife as she sends him a radiant smile. If it wasn't for the fact that she's married to me, I'd probably be a little bit jealous at the receiver of that smile… but I'm not, though. I get to see that face every day for the rest of my life. I am one lucky woman!"Another round?"
"Yeah, my wife sometimes tends to forget her own needs, so please... can we have another drink similar to this?" Arizona gestures towards the drink on her table, a calm look on her face even though I know she's dying inside from holding back a laugh. I see the ghost of a smirk on her mouth, though, and it takes everything I've got not to launch myself at her right there, right then. I just love this side of Arizona... so cute and carefree, so calm and freaking hot.
"Um, yeah, of-of course," the young man stutters, a slight blush creeping up his neck. "I'll be right back, ma'am."
Then he leaves us be and we immediately fall into a roll of laughter. I pull my wife hard into me by the collar of her blouse and press my lips against hers. I could seriously kiss her forever. I could spend every hour of every day kissing her, listening to her laugh, watching her every move. She's so freaking amazing. And she's mine. It's heaven on Earth, really.
When we break, I give her a chaste peck to the lips. "You know you just made that sweet man blush."
"I know," she rolls her eyes playfully, shaking her head.
"How is that behaving, Arizona?" I narrow my eyes. Arizona just shrugs, pouring her 7Up into her vodka and taking a sip. I watch as she closes her eyes, savouring the cool drink running down her throat and instantly making her relax. I knew she needed that. I knew she had to drink up her courage while being on this plane. What she doesn't need to do is letting the tip of her tongue run over her lips. She does that entirely to tease me, I know she does. She thinks she's got me hooked around her pinky what with how she makes drinking look so damn sexy. Unfortunately, she's right. She's got me... I shift a little uncomfortably in my seat, crossing my legs. "How is that behaving?!" I snarl under my breath, Arizona smirking beside me.
This is going to be a long 24 hours, for sure!
"Eliza. Minnick. Robbins."
I've just splashed my wife as I jumped into the pool, curling my legs up under my chin as I jumped. Hitting the water with a loud splash, my wife yelped in shock as a big amount of drops of turquoise water hit her while she read her book.
I look at her with innocence glazing my eyes, my arms resting at the frame making out the pool. I give her my best smile, trying to soothe the small rage brewing inside of her. "Yes, honey?"
"Don't you honey me," she says sternly, but I know she's only fake-angry. Her eyes shine and the hint of her beautiful smile lurks in the corner of her mouth.
"But, Arizona... you are my honey," I say in my best sugar-coated voice. I use the strength in my arms to raise my upper body above water, displaying my wet stomach and my green triangle bikini-clad breasts. If that doesn't soothe my wife, I don't know what does. Arizona immediately eats me with her eyes, her sight instantly running over my exposed body. I catch her lick her lips and squint her eyes, and I know I'm all good.
"You get up here," she demands, wagging her finger at me. "...honey."
But I've got an entirely different idea in mind… or maybe not that different, but still. I hurl myself up and out of the pool, the water dripping from my body as I stand up and walk past Arizona. From the corner of my eye, I watch her drop her jaw. Headed towards the entrance of the hotel, I grab my towel in the process and stroll the smooth surface making out a path towards our secluded cottage.
I know my wife will be joining me in just a few seconds, I know she will. She just needs to pick up her jaw, attach her prosthetic and pack up her things, and then she'll be here... craving my body as much as I crave hers.As I stand in the doorway, basking in the late afternoon sun as it hits my face, I feel Arizona's arms around me. Her chin resting on my shoulder as her hands starts to roam my midsection.
"Oh. There you are," I play, relaxing into touch.
"Mmh," is all she gives me, her hands suddenly finding my breasts and palming them. My nipples immediately harden due to her ministrations. I let out a soft moan as Arizona continues to knead my boobs, leaving sloppy kisses all over my neck. "Move with me," she whispers, guiding me the few steps to the kitchen counter. I quickly braze myself against it, my eyes fixated on the sun in the horizon as my wife's tongue glides all the way up to my ear. "Spread your legs, baby."
I obey her desire, spreading my legs an inch and rest all my weight on my hands flat against the surface. Arizona's one hand ghosts down my side, tickling me in the process only to pull at the string of my bikini-bottoms. The bow at my hip comes undone, half of my sex now exposed, ready for her attention. Arizona moans into my ear... the anticipation of what's to come hitting both of our minds and bodies. Grazing her teeth soft on my neck as I tilt it to the side, she slides them down my skin while running a finger through my drenched center from behind. The sensation shooting through me like a freight train, I bite down on my lip whilst moaning aloud.
"You. Are. So. Incredibly. Hot," she breathes, her voice sex-filled and oh so hot. It almost makes me cum on the spot. Arizona slides another finger through my arousal, gaining enough moisture to finally penetrating me. Her two fingers hit deep inside, Arizona moaning which causes goosebumps to erupt all over my skin. I put all my weight down on my hands, finding and mirroring my wife's rhythm as she starts thrusting into me.
"Fuckkk," I growl under my breath which only spurs her on.
"Taking you. Like this," Arizona groans with each pound. "It's my. Favourite. Thing. In the. World."
I continue to take all she's giving me. The hand not buried in my sex, lacing its fingers with one of my hands on the counter. Arizona's center thrusts into me with every pound she makes, gaining herself some needed friction. It's freaking hot and I don't think I'll ever be able to not cum where Arizona is concerned.
"Ar-i-arizona," I moan, clamping my eyes shot as she hits home only to pull out of me entirely. The disappointment almost hitting me but then she slams right back into me again, this time using three skilled fingers. "Ah! Fuck. S-so good!"
"You ready?" she husks, sucking at the soft spot on my neck. "You ready to cum, baby?"
"God. Yes!"
Arizona gives me another thrust, curling her fingers inside of me, her center presses against my ass. Then she withdraws only to play my very aroused bundle of nerves with two fingers. And that's all it takes. She's got me all fixed, my jaw sat and me my entire body resting on me toes. She draws lazy circles on my clit again and again and again. "Shit. Arizon-a. Baby. St-stop," I croak out. It's all so amazing but also so very sensitive. I can't take anymore, even though I really want to. The subsided orgasm having me supersensitive and shaking.
Arizona kisses my neck sweetly, pulling her hand back. I lean back flat on my feet and turn around, my wife wearing a big smirk. I grin at her, my chest heaving. This is possibly the best honeymoon ever... not that I've been on one before, so I really wouldn't know what makes a honeymoon the best. What I do know is... I don't need to find out. The only honeymoon I'll ever want to experience is this one. With Arizona. With my wife. Being here with her, enjoying Greece and all it hands us... and each other... that's really all I need for a honeymoon to be perfect hence the best. Arizona being my wife clearly explodes any scale there is. Arizona being my wife is possibly the best thing ever happened to me. No, not possibly. It is.
AN2: Thank you for reading. Please let me know what you think of this chapter :)