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. I borrow…
AN: Sorry about the extended break between updates. Just wasn't feeling it, you know? And Momma always says don't push it, let it come to you. Anyways, enjoy!
Chapter 38
"We're lupping a bit, Arizona." Callie calls over the rushing of wind and waves. "Can you tighten the-"
"Got it!" The blonde replies, jumping into action and quickly pulling the sail tight. Three days on board and she's found that she has pretty good sea legs. There is still that slight trepidation when she thinks about how far they are from the coast, about how vast the ocean is around them. …How deep the waters run. So she tries not to think about that. Instead Arizona focuses on how hot her girlfriend is behind the wheel. …Because Callie is smoking hot when she takes command of her vessel.
Brown eyes dart to the GPS next to her and she knows they are getting close. Good tide and strong winds have pushed them a half a day ahead than she had planned, and that's nothing but a good omen.
"Is that it?" Arizona asks from the bow of the boat, pointing out to the horizon at the slowly growing speck of green.
"Yep, that's it." Callie replies.
Padding down the length of the boat in her bare feet, the blonde steps up next to the Latina and checks the GPS. "I didn't know there were islands out here."
"Well… islands are kind of a stretch. They're more like really big rocks with beaches." Callie says, stealing a kissing from waiting pink lips.
They push closer and closer to the island, a number of small ocean side shacks coming into focus, and Callie starts to steer around it. "Boom coming about!" She calls out, and Arizona ducks as the heavy been swings around to catch the wind. Working as one cohesive team, the blonde lets in the sail to slow the boat as Callie expertly brings them to dock.
Once tied off, blue eyes scan the thick forest and beautiful beach surrounding a single, small shack. "Calliope…" She breathes out.
"Yeah, sweetness?" Her girlfriend replies.
"How… rich are you exactly? I don't need an amount but… how many zero's does your bank account have?" The blonde asks, and when Callie opens her mouth to answer Arizona holds up a hand and says, "No, you know what, don't tell me. I… A boat and a plane is one thing, but owning an island is just-"
"We don't own it, crazy." Callie interjects. Blue eyes stare back at her unconvinced, so she explains, "My dad's company owns this-" She points to the single shack, "-single plot. The uppity ups come here for vacation and to woo clients. There are several of these little beach houses around the island. And… daddy owed me a favor. So I asked him to reserve this place for us."
"He owed you one big enough for all this?" Arizona asks. "What'd you do for him?"
"He kinda stole reservations that I had set up for a certain first date." Callie replies vaguely.
It takes her girlfriend a second to catch up but then she says, "Wait… Our first date? That's the reason we went to the fair? Your dad stole our reservations?" When the Latina nods in confirmation, Arizona snakes a hand out and slips her fingers beneath the waist band of Callie's board shorts, pulling the woman closer to her. "And here I thought you had that all planned."
"Yeah, I planned for our first dinner together to be corndogs and ice cream…" Callie grumbles sarcastically, making the blonde in her arms giggle.
"Hey, I think it turned out pretty well. Didn't it?" Arizona asks, staring up into sparkling brown eyes.
"Can't complain too much, I guess." The Latina plays then pinches a dimpled cheek and kisses her girlfriend chastely. Stepping off the boat, Callie helps Arizona down safely before grabbing their few bags and heading off towards their waiting abode.
The warm sand beneath Arizona's feet feels amazing and the scenic view surrounding her makes blue eyes go wide in wonder. If it wasn't for the skinny boy in white waiting for them at the porch, Arizona would be sure that she and Callie were the only ones on the entire island.
"Hello, Miss." The boy greets them with a smile. "I take." He says in broken English, quickly grabbing the bags from the ladies' hands and rushing off into the beach house.
"Complete with a Cabana boy?" Arizona teases, making her girlfriend laugh.
A second later their host is back and he says, "Welcome. My name, Chaco. I your host. Please, follow." He guides them into the airy shack where walls are only hinted at by the thinnest of sheets billowing in the breeze. The small kitchen is somehow equipped with some of the finest appliances, but there is not a TV, radio, or phone in sight. The bathroom has a tub big enough to swim in, and the water runs warm, but there are no outlets, no mirrors, and no one to care.
"And dis, satellite phone." Chaco says, holding up a large, black phone shaped like a brick. "You call home. Or, one one for me. You call me, any time." He says with the biggest of smiles. "You want, I get. Anyting. Ok?"
"Sounds great." Callie replies.
"Ok. I go now. Have good stay." The boy adds, then jumps from the porch and takes off into the bush leaving Callie and Arizona alone.
"Wow…" The blonde breathes out, her mind trying to take in everything at once. The house is basically just a single room, kitchen on one side with the bed on the other, which seems to be made of pillows more than anything else. It's simple, and cozy, and knowing that their only link to the outside world is the satellite phone makes it feel like they are in their own little universe.
Falling back onto the bed, laying spread eagle, Arizona stretches out and says, "Man, when you do it, you do it big, don't you?"
Callie slips from her sandals and crawls up from the foot of the bed, her strong arms holding her above the blonde until Arizona tugs her down by the hips. "I told ya, baby, dating Callie Torres can get pretty intense." Her girlfriend's response is cut off when her mouth claims Arizona's, their kiss slowly building as two bodies start to move against one another.
"You're never satisfied, are you?" Arizona asks with a smile when Callie pulls away, blue eyes staring up into brown and recognizing that all too common flame of desire.
"Oh, I'm always satisfied with you, sweetness." The Latina purrs. "I just can't get enough. There's a difference." She slowly leans back down and sucks up a delicious lower lip between her own, letting it go with a smack before deepening their kiss. Callie's temperature starts to rise and she can feel all the moisture in her body start to pool in her center as fair hands rake down her back, making her hiss in surprise.
"You thinking what I'm thinking?" Arizona whispers when she opens her eyes to find a darkness staring down at her.
"You better believe it." Callie purrs, pushing back in for another kiss.
But just before her lips find the blondes again, Arizona rolls out from beneath her girlfriend and says, "Sweet! Ok, you get the sunscreen and I'll get the towels."
The blonde skips off to the bathroom, leaving a confused Callie behind to mumble, "Guess I wasn't…" A bubbly Arizona soon reappears with two beach towels in her hand, and the Latina realizes that her girlfriend is craving some beach time. So with a roll of her eyes, the sexually aroused woman grabs their sunscreen and her sandals, and then the couple hits the sand.
After an hour of sunbathing, beach walking, and name writing, Arizona pulls her girlfriend out into the ocean. Waves rush against the shore with ease and they two splash about before a strong hand reaches out and pulls the blonde in for a salty kiss.
"You enjoying yourself?" Callie asks as her lips move against her girlfriend's.
"So much." Arizona groans, then glides her hands down strong, caramel thighs and lifts the Latina up, Callie instinctively wrapping herself around the blonde. The gasp that comes from the woman makes Arizona smile, never before having been able to do to her what Callie does to Arizona, memories of all the times she's been lifted against walls and doors while being taken, both gently and roughly, makes Arizona tingle.
The rushing waters around them allow Arizona to hold her girlfriend up without strain, and Callie is quick to find herself loving the reversal of roles. "I should take you to the beach more often." The Latina growls, her girlfriend's teeth skimming her slick and salty neck before tenderly nipping at her quickly increasing pulse point.
Using just one hand to anchor Callie to herself, Arizona slips the other between their bodies and cups an already aroused sex. A moan spills into the blonde's mouth and Arizona smiles as she plays with the woman, teasing her by rubbing a sensitive clit through her purple bikini. Fingernails dig into the sun kissed flesh of the Arizona's shoulders while two tongues battle it out for dominance, though neither really cares who wins.
"Do you want me?" Arizona asks when she's sure Callie is about to beg for some real contact.
"Always." She whispers, and is rewarded by the material covering her center being pushed out of the way and two fingers easily sliding into her depths. Slow and steady thrusts bring on a release that had already been building, and after just a few minutes, and a well timed curl of Arizona's fingers, muscled walls soon start to spasm.
It's quick, and not too intense, but it sends a delicious warmth rolling through an ocean chilled body, and brown eyes slowly focus again before saying, "Never done that before." Callie disentangles herself from the blonde, and while never breaking their kiss she backs Arizona further up the beach until something trips them up, both falling back onto wet sand.
But Callie isn't about to wait any further, and before Arizona realizes what is happening a skilled tongue is dancing its way down to her slit. The waves rush around them, bringing a sudden coldness to the blonde while a fire rolls within her at each swipe against her clit. Wet black hair plasters against creamy skin and blue eyes stare down her body in awe as Callie eats her out like she's been starving for weeks and Arizona is a gourmet buffet.
"Oh Jesus…" Arizona groans, her back arching against the wet sand below her while Callie's hands force her legs further apart, opening the blonde up to her even more.
Another wave rushes the shore and Callie gets submerged but never waivers, and the feeling of her girlfriend's tongue still moving against her while everything but Arizona's face is underwater is something brand new. The next second the waters recede and ivory hands push away raven locks from Callie's face to find dark brown eyes again just as her orgasm hits. Hips buck up against the Latina's face, but she rides out the blonde's release, slowly milking every last ounce of pleasure from her lover's body.
Her head falls back against the sand and Arizona feels Callie slowly stalk up her body until her girlfriend's beautiful face blocks the sun. "Never done that before either." Callie plays, getting only a goofy smile from the blonde in return.
Hours pass, the sun continuing in its journey towards the horizon, and not a worry is had between the couple. And when the last ray of sunlight graces the earth, torches are lit around their ocean side shack and the glow of the moon provides a silvery gleam to the rolling tides of the ocean.
The air cools and Arizona wraps herself in a blanket while staring out at the vast waters from a hammock on the porch as she lets her mind wander. Feet padding over the creaky wood planks pulls the blonde back to reality and she peeks over her shoulder to find her girlfriend approaching.
"Got room for one more?" Callie asks softly.
"For you? Always." Arizona answers, shifting a bit in the net and quickly wrapping both bodies with the blanket once the Latina is settled. And without even realizing it, they find themselves in the position they always seem to end up in. Arizona's head nestled in the crook of Callie's arm while a strong arm wraps protectively around the blonde's shoulder.
"Thank you." Arizona whispers, "I know I was resistant to all this at first but it's amazing, Calliope. Thank you for doing this for me."
A soft smile pulls up a corner of the Latina's mouth and plump lips press against the blonde's forehead. "Well, it wasn't all for you, sweetness. I did get to see you in a bikini, after all."
"You know… I've always wanted to help people." The blonde says after a minute of just listening to the waves lap against the beach. "Have a meaningful life, make a difference in the world, you know? But this? I can definitely see doing this for a long time. It's just… perfect. No noise. No phones. …No worries. It's nice."
"We could stay here." Callie whispers while a caramel finger tickling the flesh of an ivory shoulder. "Let the Bella drift to sea and just stay here. Eat our way through the refrigerator then learn how to hunt. Let our leg hair grow out." Arizona giggles against her chest and a fresh wave of warmth and love flows through the Latina's veins. "Have some kind of wedding ceremony where we jump over sticks and dance naked under the moon. Have volleyballs for kids and name them Wilson 1 and Wilson 2."
"Thought about this, have you?" Arizona plays.
"What, marrying you? Having a family with you?" Callie asks, the mood shifting from playful to serious as quickly as the tides recede from the beach. "Yeah, every night. In my dreams." And when she chances a glance into the face of her lover, Callie swears that those blue eyes sparkle more than the most brilliant of stars in the sky. "Except… In my dreams you and I are the hot power couple in the best hospital in the country. Our wedding takes place in the day. On grass, not sand. Our first dance is not naked, and our kids have beautiful blonde hair and bright blue eyes just like their Mama."
A beat passes and for a fraction of a second Callie thinks she might have said too much. Being committed and in love is one thing, but planning out the rest of their lives together is something different. Maybe Arizona hasn't looked that far ahead yet, maybe she's not the marrying type. …Maybe she's not the mothering type.
But then a soft smile appears on pink lips and Arizona asks, "Think there could be a couple babies with black hair and brown eyes too?"
"Yeah." Callie whispers, wrapping her arm around Arizona tighter and kissing pink lips. "Yeah, I think that could be arranged, sweetness."