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: Honeymooning time. Enjoy!

Chapter 38

Callie's POV:

"Come on baby, let's go…" Arizona squeals as she pulls me out the door of our Royal Suite and towards the ships exit. It's our first port of the cruise. Cannes, France, and Arizona is ecstatic. Last night she was a little down, saying that she didn't belong with this group of people, but after talking with her, she realizes that she belongs with me, no matter where we are. That, plus some excellent love making, our first night aboard was amazing. There was no formal dinner the first night, what with passengers and crew getting settled, so we just went to one of the five buffets and chilled. This is Arizona's first cruise, and she just couldn't believe the size of the ship, the number of people and all the crap crammed on board. We spent most of yesterday evening just exploring, checking out the digs, and we already have a list of things to do for the multiple days at sea.

"Calliope!" She says with a stomp as I pull from her grasp and shoot back into the room. "Come on!"

"Chill Arizona, we got twelve hours to get your fill of the French." I say, quickly grabbing our camera then returning to the blonde at the door.

"No, we have…" She checks her bulky silver and blue watch. "…11 hours and 47 minutes. Come on." I just roll my eyes and take her hand. We follow the sea of people out onto the gangways and down onto the dock.

"Picture time!" Arizona says as soon as we step onto the ground. I give her a questioning look and she explains "First time on French soil. Come on." I smile and shake my head as I pull out the camera. We scrunch together and smile as I hold the camera out at arm's length.

"Are you going to do that at every port?" I ask as I am literally pulled by my wife.

"Yes. Get over it." She says, giving me her dimpled smile. We walk hand in hand down the main boardwalk. Its only just after 8 am, still early for most of Europe so the town is sleepy, but that doesn't mean it isn't beautiful. I swear Arizona's eyes never blink for fear of missing something. It wasn't until last night that I was reminded of her background. Of course I could never forget that she is a bull rider and farmer by blood but… somehow I had forgotten that she never left the state of Colorado for anything other than competitions until her twenties. I forgot that she was raised on a farm thirty miles outside of a small town, let alone a city. So seeing her like this, soaking in something completely new, it makes my heart swell.

"You're staring at me." Arizona says finally as her eyes find mine.

"Maybe." I reply, giving her a smile. "You're just so cute."

"I'm not cute. I am HOT." She says, as she stands in front of me and wraps her arms around my neck.

"Indeed you are Mrs. Robbins-Torres." I whisper, then words are cut off as Arizona takes my lips in a passionate kiss. Without so much as asking, her tongue works its way into my mouth and takes control. I forget about the rest of the tourists that flow past us and am lost in the moment. Finally, when I think I'm just about to pass, the blonde pulls back, a big dimpled grin adorned to her face.

"Our first French kiss in France." She says with a wink. I just laugh as she takes my hand again and we continue walking. By 10 am, most places have opened their door for another day of business and culture-hungry tourists. Arizona and I must put about 20 miles on our feet throughout the day. We go where ever we decide to go, no map, just arguing at every street corner. When we hit Old Town, a section of the city with narrow winding streets filled with restaurants and souvenir shops, we lose ourselves. …Literally. We get lost, but we don't care because we have each other.

Arizona, never having been much of a shopper, surprises me when she stops at every souvenir shop and vendor. Cannes, being a very large travel destination, is largely English speaking, but Arizona tries to haggle and barter in French, often times getting some not nice stares. …I think she just called his mother a monkey. Soon, knick knacks and souvenirs fill up the backpack strapped to the blondes back as we find more and more things we just HAVE to buy. And of course, we are just buying for ourselves. We have a who list of people who told us to pick something up for them. …it'll be a task trying to get Arizona to give these things up.

Sometime during the afternoon, we decide to stop at this little café off the beaten path after the owner nearly dragged us inside. Thankful to get off our feet for a while, we gladly take a seat.

"What's good?" Arizona asks as the man comes to take our order.

"Tout!"(Everything) He exclaims. Arizona and I exchange a look, both shrugging at the foreign menu.

"So?" She asks me.

"I… I don't know." I say, laughing. Between the two of us, we speak three languages but right now we are floundering.

"Ainsi? Queest-ce que je peux obtenir t'a de belles dames?" (So? What can I get you beautiful ladies?) He asks as he hovers over us. We are the only ones in this café so apparently we get his undivided attention.

"Dames… I heard dames." Arizona says with a dimpled grin. "He's talking about us." This makes me go red as I try to hold in my own laughing. Then she turns to the guy and motions up and down the menu and says "Tout!" (Everything) Then hands the menu over and smiles.

The chef takes the menu, a shocked look on his face. "Tout?" He looks between the blonde and I.

Following my wife's lead, I hand over the menu and reply "Tout, baby. Tout." He looks between my bright smile and Arizona's dimples, then smiles himself. I get the impression that he is not use to this sort of behavior from tourists, trusting him to give us something good, and he eagerly accepts the challenge. Within minutes, two glasses of red wine are set in front of us, per the owners choice, and Arizona and I sit back to relax. All the while, blue eyes stare out the glass front window and watch as all of France walks by.

"Enjoying yourself, cowgirl?" I ask softly, watching her expressions change at each individual person catches her eye.

Her eyes flash to mine, her smile growing even bigger and she says "So much. …I should have gotten married sooner." She laughs at her joke until I give her a kick under the table. "Ow!" She cries out, bending over to rub her shin. "…I meant to you, moron." She says.

"Oh so I'm the moron in this relationship?" I say, struggling hard not to laugh at the face on Arizona.

She leans in close so that our lips are only a hairs breath away and says "Just today… tomorrow, I'll be the moron." Then our lips are together, sharing another very passionate French kiss in one of the most beautiful places in France. I'm sure we would have gone on for an hour but, the rumbling in our bellies must have signaled the chef.

"Bien, oiseaux d'amour. Je prends pour vous… le dejeuner le plus fin en France. Bon Appétit!" (Alright lovebird. I have for you… the finest lunch in France. Enjoy!) He says as about ten different plates are brought out. So much so that we need to use a second table for the overflow.

"Wow…" Arizona breathes out.

"Yeah… hope you're hungry cowgirl." I say, my eyes wide as I try to take in all the different dishes we ordered. The next two hours are spent with us trying every course and then going back for seconds for our favorites. We laugh and kiss and do what newlyweds do… which is make the people around us sick with all the love we have for each other. After finally eating our fill, then letting our stomachs digest for a half hour, and another glass of wine, we pay our very large tab and each get a big hug from the chef/owner.

"Oh god… I'm stuffed." Arizona exclaims as we slowly start walking again, both feeling about 20 pounds heavier than when we walked into that place.

"Me too. But it was so good." I say, my eyes rolling back in my head.

"Everything except that one…" Arizona says, twisting her face up in disgust.

"Yeah, that was pretty ripe." I agree, getting a giggle out of the blonde. It was a more… traditional French dish that the owner tried to get us to take a few more bites but… yeah, it wasn't happening. We spend a few more hours walking around the streets of Cannes, taking in the historic church and the castle. We pose for multiple pictures and even get a few other couples to get some real good ones of us. Finally, as the sun starts to set and lights the sky in brilliant oranges and purples, the boat lets out two short bellows, signaling its passengers that we only have an hour left. I can feel Arizona's mood turn, sad that she has to leave this place after only just finding it. I take her hand in mine as we walk back towards the ship.

Along the way, vendors and shop owners try to pull in one last customer before the ship leaves and takes away most of their business until another cruise ship comes to town. We pick up a couple more things, filling the backpack and continue our trip back. We get back to the boat with about 15 minutes left so we wait just outside the entrance and look out across the French shoreline. When the last warning blast sounds, Arizona and I take one more picture of French soil then get back on the ship. Once we are back in our room, we walk out onto our balcony and watch as the ship makes slow progress as it starts to move back into open waters. Its almost 8 pm and after a very active day, I can see the exhaustion in my wife's body.

"So, how was your day in France?" I ask as I wrap my arms around her from behind.

"Perfect." She says, then turns in my arms. Her eyes are a light blue, showing me how tired she really is and I know we won't be leaving the room tonight. Her lips find mine and what starts out as a slow, steady kiss is soon transformed into something much more passionate and lust-filled. The bed being too far away, Arizona walks me backwards into the living room and pushes me down onto the couch. Soon, clothes are being shed and bodies being worshipped.

…yeah, definitely not leaving the room tonight.

AN2: So, first real day of their honeymoon. Nice, yes?

AN3: Now… I'm not entirely sure how I'm going to write the honeymoon. I'm definitely not going to do each individual day, for one that would be like 15 chapters, and two… that's a lot of research. But, if you have something you want to see, if you have an idea of a scene you want these two to play out, please let me know! Sometimes it's hard for me to come up with original ideas and I would love the help. Thanks!