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Chapter Two

CALLIE'S POV

"Hey, Darryl." Rolling my eyes as my agent rudely interrupts my alone time with Arizona, I'm weighing up the options of cutting him off. He's been an awesome manager and he would do anything for me, but I'm on vacation with my wife right now. A honeymoon, if you will.

"Are you ladies enjoying your time away?" He asks.

"Sure. Yeah, we are great. Did, um…did you call for a particular reason?" I don't want to sound rude and uninterested, but Arizona is watching me and if she stares any harder, she is going to burn a hole through me. "Darryl, I really should get off the phone." I give my wife an awkward smile.

"Sorry, Cal. I was just checking in." His tone changing to one of complete apology, I think the light bulb has just gone on in his head. I think he has just realized that I'm a little busy.

"Yeah, we appreciate that. You could have just sent a text or email." Watching Arizona move around the pool in the smallest bikini I've ever seen, my head begins to spin. "I, uh, I really have to go. I'll call you when we get back to Seattle." Ending the call, I swallow hard and watch my incredible wife walk my way. "H-Hey…" I clear my throat of the complete lust I have right now. Sat back on my sun lounger, I drop my aviators a little and bite down on my bottom lip. Jesus, I am one lucky woman. Clearing my throat again and smiling, I motion for my wife to join me, and I'm rewarded with a wink, followed by the silky smooth flesh of Arizona's thighs meeting my own caramel skin. Yeah, I'm about to die.

"Hi, beautiful." Pink lips ghost along my jawline as Arizona pulls at the string holding my bikini bottoms in place. "Are you feeling relaxed." She asks as she pulls back and finds my eyes, a smirk curling on her lips. Gaining nothing but a low moan from me, she smiles into a kiss.

Our bodies flush together, the heat of the sun on us only adds to the intense sensations Arizona is creating right now. Alone time with her has always been my favorite thing, and that hasn't changed. It never will. "You are so beautiful, Calliope."

"Mm, you look pretty freaking hot in this bikini…" Wrapping my arms around my wife, I flick the clasp and free her of the offending material covering her beautiful breasts. "…But it has to go."

"Mm." Nipping at my ear, she pulls the string behind my neck and tugs on the purple material covering my hardening nipples. Sitting up on her knees, her fingertips tease the skin of my stomach and her eyes are darkening as the second's pass. My skin bronzing more and more by the hour, I know she loves this. Us. Alone and about to get so very very naked.

"You are all mine." Dropping her head, she takes my nipple between her teeth and her lips envelope the hardening bud. Immediately arching up into her touch, it only encourages her to give it to me a little harder, those gorgeous lips sucking and tugging just how she knows I like it. "Feel good?" She asks, smiling against my skin.

"S-So good." My breath catches as she sinks her teeth a little deeper, her hand dipping between our bodies and towards exactly where I need it.

"What do you want, Calliope?" Her voice low, she soothes the burn with the flat of her tongue. "What do you need?"

"Y-You." I moan, my teeth tugging at my own bottom lip. "Fuck, I need you." Her hand dipping painfully low, my hips lift a little and she knows I'm ready for her. She knows I need something more. "Please, I need you inside of me."

"Yeah?" She narrows those incredible blue eyes and licks her lips, her mouth only millimeters from my own. "You want me deep?" Teasing my entrance, I give her the slightest of nods and my head buries deeper into the lounger we are both on. Two fingers suddenly slipping inside of me, a gasp falls from my mouth and my wife simply moans. "So wet…"

"Fuck, Arizona." Forcing my hips up to meet her center, I wrap my legs around her waist and my eyes roll as she sinks deeper and deeper. "So deep…" My body on fire with her every touch, her every thrust, I can feel myself falling closer towards the edge.

"You like that, huh?" She breathes against my ear. Curling her fingers deep inside of me, she smirks as my walls squeeze her tight. "Mm, you do." She moans. "Come for me, Calliope." Her words sending my head into a spin, her thumb presses against my throbbing clit and my body trembles.

"F-Fuck, yes." Meeting her every thrust, I can barely breathe. "Don't stop. Shit, don't stop." Something about knowing that it is now my wife making love to me causes the world to crash and burn around me. She's here, making love to me, and everything is perfect. "Y-Yes." My orgasm hitting me hard, fresh arousal pools between my legs and coats her slender fingers. "Oh, god." My chest heaving, she pulls back and finds my eyes. "T-That was…" Closing my eyes and trying to breathe through my nose, her lips press softly against my own and a low moan rumbles in my throat.

"Maybe you should come into the water and cool off?"

"Mm, and maybe we should just take this to the bedroom." Sitting up, she pulls out of me and I gasp, my arms wrapping around her waist. "What do you say?" I raise an eyebrow and she simply smiles as she climbs off of me. Tugging at my wrist, she pulls me up to my feet and guides me towards the private villa we have to ourselves for the next two weeks. Heading inside, the door slams shut behind us and I know I'm in for one hell of an afternoon.

ARIZONA'S POV

Settled back on my lounger, I drop my sunglasses over my eyes and watch as my wife paces back and forth at the opposite end of the pool. Her cell phone to her ear and her hands waving about dramatically, I'm at a loss as to who is calling her right now. My eyes narrowing, I flick through the book in my hand that I have no intention of reading. Our early afternoon bedroom session was incredible, but I'd really like for her to be here with me right now. Fully present. Not just here until her cell buzzes again. Releasing a breath when she ends her call, she moves back towards her lounger and I give her a small smile. "You okay?"

"Oh, yeah." She waves off my concern. "Just had to make a quick call. I'm sorry." Placing a kiss on my head, she sighs as her cell starts buzzing in her hand again. "One minute, baby." Moving away, she accepts the call and I roll my eyes. "Darryl?" Watching as she nods and agrees with god knows what, my anger is building by the seconds. I know she is huge and I know she is wanted by everyone, but she's mine. I'm hers. This is supposed to be our private time together.

"Wow, okay." She breathes out. "Thanks, Darryl. I'll see you when we are home." Ending the call once again, my wife powers off her cell off and sets it down on the small table between us. "Sorry." Settling down on her lounger, I don't even acknowledge her apology. I get that she is busy, but I hate this. I hate having to share her only days after our wedding day.

"Callie…" I set my book down on my lap and glance her way. "We are supposed to be on our honeymoon."

"I know." She drops her gaze. "I just had to fix a few things. The schedule wasn't working for me."

"Can you not just wait until we get home?" I ask. "I'd like this time to be uninterrupted if that's at all possible." A hint of sarcasm in my voice, I take my book from my lap and close it. "I'm going to take a shower."

"Arizona…"

"Are you available tonight for dinner or do you have more calls to make?" Turning back to face her, I raise an eyebrow and she gives me a look laced with hurt.

"Arizo-"

"No, it's fine." I cut her off, holding up my hands. "I get it. It's your job."

"That's not what I was going to say." She stands and approaches me. "I'm sorry I took some calls. It won't happen again." Shaking my head, I turn on my heel and head inside our apartment. For the sake of our marriage, I hope to god it won't always be like this. What kind of relationship is that? One where I'm taking whatever I can get for fear of someone interrupting us…

CALLIE'S POV

All sorted, Torres. You owe me big time, and I WILL remember it. The time you've asked for is covered and the time Arizona has already set aside herself is still okay.

-MB

Smiling as I close my laptop, I take myself off into the bedroom and flop down onto our super king-size bed. The breeze flowing through the slightly open door, I close my eyes and wait for my wife to cool down a little. I know she will understand when I explain everything but I can see why she is mad at me. I can totally see why she is upset. She knows I would rather spend my time with her but I had to figure some stuff out. I had to make sure that my plans could go ahead. To do that, I had to make some calls. Maybe even a few emails when she wasn't looking. What she doesn't know can't hurt, right? Smiling when I'm reminded of our morning together, my sex throbs with want for the woman I made my own a few days ago.

"Something to smile about?" Arizona pulls me from my thoughts and I sit up on my elbows to find her leaning against the frame of the door. "Huh?"

"Arizona, please don't be mad." I give her a sad smile. "I've apologized and I really don't want to spend this trip fighting with you."

"I'm not fighting." She pushes off the frame and shrugs. "But you seem happy…"

"Of course, I'm happy." I furrow my brow. "I'm here with you."

"Real smooth." She rolls her eyes. "Are you available for dinner, or?" My eyes trailing her body, she is wearing the most incredible dress. It's new. I'd remember if I'd seen her wearing it before. The color brings out her slightly bronzed skin a little and her eyes are as crystal blue as the ocean we married in front of.

"You know I am." I give her a hard stare. "Want me to zip you up?"

"Please." She nods, a small smile curling on the corner of her mouth. Climbing from our bed, I press a kiss to her bare shoulder and fix her dress up for her. "Thank you."

"Hey…" I grip her wrist and turn her in my arms. "I am sorry."

"It's fine, Callie."

"No." I stop her from walking away. "It's not fine and it's not okay," I state. "My behavior today has hurt you and it wasn't my intention to do that."

"Callie, I don't want to get into another fight about it."

"I don't either." I give her a smile. "I just wanted to apologize."

"Okay." She squeezes my hand and fakes a smile. "Are you ready to leave?"

"Sure." I agree as we head out of the bedroom. "Are you sure you're okay?" My eyes narrow. I know she isn't okay. In ten days, I will be disappearing to Europe so I know she is far from okay. Honestly, I don't want to go. I don't want to leave her.

"Yeah, I just…I'm feeling it, you know?" Her voice breaks. "We don't have much longer together before you have to leave."

"I know, baby." Pressing a kiss to her lips, I rest my forehead against her own. "I don't want to go, Arizona."

"But you have to." She sighs. "We decided on this together. After your tour is finished, you can take a super long break and I can have you all to myself."

"No." I pull back. "You decided on this. I just did as I was told."

"Same thing." She shrugs. "Look, you've put this tour off for long enough. The sooner you get back into it, the sooner it will all be over."

"Mm, pretty sure you are just trying to get rid of me."

"Nope." She shakes her head. "I'm just doing what I know is right."

"And what is that, exactly?" I scoff.

"You love your music, Calliope." She gives me a knowing look. "Your fans? They're desperate to hear from you. To watch you perform."

"So?"

"So…give them what they want." Arizona laughs and I can't help but find it both adorable and heartbreaking at the same time.

"What about what you want, though?"

"I have everything I want." She smiles. "I have an amazing wife, who has an amazing voice…and an amazing heart." Tugging on my hand, she guides us out of the villa and out into the front yard. "Now, are we going to dinner, or?"

"Yeah." I sigh, my shoulders slumping a little. "I guess we are."

ARIZONA'S POV

Seated outside an Italian restaurant close to our villa, we both quietly sip on our wine while perusing the menu. Everything looks good to me right now. The heat coupled with the worry of Callie returning to her tour has been causing me to eat less, but now? Now I'm ready to eat everything in sight. Why did I ever push her to go back on tour? I don't want her to leave. I want her with me. Smiling when I catch sight of Callie staring at me, I bring my wine glass to my mouth and sip slowly. Don't cave.

"Everything okay, baby?" She sits forward in her seat a little.

"Sure. Just struggling to figure out what I'd like." I smile.

"So order whatever it is you can't decide between. Live a little." Throwing me a wink, Callie knows I'm processing what is about to come in the next week or so.

"Maybe I will. Want to share with me?"

"I'd love to share with you." Her hand settling over mine when she leans in closer, the feeling of her skin on my own relaxes me some. I don't know how I will cope without her touch when she leaves, but I have to remember that this isn't forever. She will come home and I will have a mountain of time alone with her. Giving our order to the waiter, we sit back and take in the Portuguese nightlife. Our backs to the front of the restaurant, we have the perfect view of the marina to our left, and the cliffs of Ponta da Piedade to our right. The sun barely visible any longer, no words are spoken. Just taking in the sights around us, our silence is comfortable. We are still. Centered.

It's hard not to be when we have such beautiful views around us and I fully intend on allowing them to take my mind off of everything I have swirling around my head right now. It's not fair to either of us if I allow this to come between us for the remainder of our time here. It's not fair at all. Sure, I would openly tell my wife that I don't want her to go, but what will that achieve? Her tour is booked…and sold out. She cannot simply back out now because we are too needy for each other. Life doesn't work that way. No, I couldn't allow her to do that, and I wouldn't expect her to.

"What is on your mind, Arizona?" Callie breaks me from my thoughts and I glance her way.

"Nothing." I give her a sad smile. "Well, everything. Just everything, Cal." I shrug, trying to be as nonchalant as possible. I know my wife sees through it, but I'm trying to just be supportive of her and the decision I appear to have made for us to be apart. I'm so fucking stupid.

"Please talk to me?"

"About what?" I ask.

"About whatever is going on in that beautiful head of yours." She smiles and I return one of my own. "Please?"

"I just hate that we are going to be apart for four months." Setting my wine glass down, I toy with it on the edge of the table. Callie's hand reaching out and resting in my lap, I link our fingers together and drop my gaze. Trying desperately to stem the flow of tears I can feel welling in my eyes. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't be behaving like this."

"Um, I'd be kinda worried if you weren't." She leans in a little closer. "You know I'd cancel my tour if you asked me to right now."

"Don't." I shake my head. "Please don't. I cant be one of those needy people, Calliope. I've never been that person." I stare out at the view in front of us. People milling about, laughing and joking…I wish I were going home to that on a daily basis. Her arms around me. Holding me and keeping me safe.

"You aren't being needy." She disagrees. "We are married now, Arizona. You were the most important thing to me before we said 'I do', and you still are. Just say the word and I will leave it all behind me."

"No." My voice holds nothing but complete certainty. "You are going on tour and then when you come home…I will be waiting for you. I will be waiting in our home, in our bed, an everything will be as it should be. Yeah?"

"Yeah." She sighs. "I love you."

"I love you too, Calliope." The arrival of our food cutting our conversation short, we both straighten ourselves out and dig into the delicious cuisine set out in front of us. These are the moments that I will remember when I climb into bed alone. Our love. Our commitment to one another. These moments are what I will hang onto when Callie is thousands of miles away.

CALLIE'S POV

It has been the most amazing couple of weeks. I know we have spent it with friends and family…at least, the ones that matter, but I feel more anxious than I have in a long time. I feel…unnerved. We are just starting out in married life, and already I'm leaving. I know this was always the plan, but I don't like it. I don't like it, and I don't want to board that plane in two weeks. Sure, it was Arizona who asked me to return to my music, but I didn't think it would be this hard. I didn't think that leaving her and not knowing when I'd see her again would be so fucking painful. Honestly? I thought she would come with me, and stay for the entire tour. I'd be lying if I said that wasn't my whole reason for agreeing to this. It totally was. I should have thought about it more before diving in. I should have talked it through with my wife. Why did you ever think that she would spend four months on tour with you? Asshole.

Am I really that stupid that I thought this would all be plain sailing? Clearly, I am. Arizona is distant and I know she is thinking over everything. Every minute of the day. It's hard for the both of us, but music is my life. It's my job. If I'm certain of one thing, though…it is that I would give this all up in a heartbeat for her. I hope she knows that, too. I hope she knows that all she has to do is say the word and I'm done. With music. With the industry. With the touring and sleepless nights whilst we miss each other. I just…I hope she knows how much love I have for her.

"Hey…you busy?" Pulled from my thoughts, I find Arizona standing beside me.

"No, not at all." I drop my glasses on my nose a little and find those gorgeous baby blues staring back at me. "Just reading trash and catching some sun. You okay?"

"Can I sit with you?" She asks.

"Of course." I drop my legs either side of my lounger and motion for her to join me. Taking a seat between my legs, she lies back against me and I wrap my arms around her waist. "Everything okay?" I press a kiss below her ear.

"Yeah, just needed some Calliope time." She glances back over her shoulder and gives me a dimpled smile.

"Calliope time is always available to you." My fingertips ghost across her shoulder. "Whenever you need it or want it."

"God, I hope so." She mumbles. I'm not sure I was supposed to hear that, or even if she realizes that I did, but my heart has just dropped into my stomach.

"Huh?"

"Oh, nothing." She shrugs. "Just…this is nice."

"Arizona." My tone a little less soft, she knows she's been caught.

"Yeah?" Turning slightly in my arms, she gives me a fake smile. I know its fake…I could tell her genuine smile from a mile away. Raising an eyebrow, I don't say anything. Sometimes we don't need words. "I just meant that I hope it will always be there."

"Mm, sure you did." I shake my head. "Look, we are headed home in a few days and I want to know that we will be okay when we get there."

"Of course, why wouldn't we be?" She furrows her brow.

"Because I'm leaving like a week after we get home. I need to know that before I leave, we are okay. I don't want my last week with you for four months to be uncertain or awkward."

"Uncertain?" She asks. "Are you implying that I'm uncertain about us?"

"What? No!" I shake my head. "I really didn't mean that, Arizona."

"Then what did you mean?" Sadness settles in her eyes and it breaks my heart.

"I meant you being uncertain about me going away." Giving her a reassuring squeeze of the hand, she relaxes a little and releases a heavy breath. "You really can't come with me?"

"No." She replies. "I have a lot to catch up on when I get back. Sometimes I wish I'd never taken that editor's job."

"Why? You love what you do." I furrow my brow and wait for my wife to give me a little more.

"I do." She smiles. "But I love you more. If I hadn't taken that job, I would still be traveling with my work and I could have flown out to you a few times." Arizona doesn't have to work, we both know that. I've told her on more than one occasion that she could live the life of luxury, but I'd never expect her to. Just because I'm making a tonne of money, it doesn't mean that she should give up everything she has worked hard for. She didn't get the editors job for the sake of it. No, she worked for it, and I'm proud of her for that. Still, though, sometimes I wish that she didn't have to work. Sometimes I wish that she would come home one day and tell me she is done. No work. No office hours. Just her, and me…travelling with my music.

"I promise I will get you out to me at some point." I pull her up my body a little more. "Just say the word and I will have a flight waiting for you, okay?" Running my thumb across her cheek, she leans into my touch.

"Yeah." She places a kiss to the palm of my hand before settling back down between my legs, her back pressing against my front. "Can we stay like this for a little while?"

"We can stay like this for as long as you want, beautiful." I sigh. "As long as I have you in my arms, I don't care about any other plans." Pressing a kiss to blonde curls, I settle back and close my eyes.

Two weeks and I have to leave her. Two weeks and I will be boarding a flight…unsure of when I will see her again. Does it break my heart? Yes. Does Arizona's insistence on me going make it any easier? No. Not at all.

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