Title: The Au Pair
Summary: AU – Aria is Callie's two year old sister. Callie is in university and unable to help ou with things, so they get an au pair.
Rating: PG for now. May or may not change – not totally decided.
Paring: Calzona
Disclaimer: I do not own GA or any characters etc that may be associated with GA.
A/N: No Beta for this story, all mistakes are my own. Feel free to point them out so that I don't make them again. :)
This is a light-hearted, relatively fluffy fic. Too much drama elsewhere...
I hope you enjoy it...
"Allie-ope!" Aria squealed, pulling Callie out of her purvey daze. She jumped to her feet and went running head-long into her sister's awaiting arms. "Awi" She pointed at the blonde once she was settled comfortably in Callie's arms.
The blonde stood and turned to look at their intruder. Her eyes locked onto those of the brunette's, a smile immediately forming on her features. She had seen a few pictures of Aria's older sister when she had been shown around the huge house a few days ago, but she never imagined her to look so stunning in person. She stepped forward, careful to avoid the toys scattered around her feet.
"Hi." Callie offered when she finally managed to get her brain back to a functional level. Her eyes unabashedly roamed over the blonde's features, taking in the way that her smile was framed by the most amazing dimples known to human-kind, the twinkle of her oceanic eyes, and the rosy blush that spread across her porcelain cheeks.
"Hi."
"Hi."
"You already said that." The blonde laughed.
'Way to go moron!' Callie chided herself. "Umm, right.. Uh, so." She stopped and took a breath before she made an even bigger fool out of herself.
It was at this moment that Lucia popped into the room. "Ah, Callie I see you have met Miss. Robbins." She smiled, taking Aria from Callie and placing her back onto her feet.
"Please Mrs. Torres, call me Arizona." She smiled, causing both the blush and dimples to return.
Lucia smiled back at the blonde. "And I'm sure that I've asked you to call me Lucia, haven't I dear?" The blonde went a brighter shade of red, which made Callie smile. "Wow, niña, you've made a nice big mess here. What do you say we pack some of these blocks up?" Lucia turned to her youngest. "Callie, can you please get some snacks for us and meet us outside?"
Callie let her gaze linger on the blonde for a few more seconds before nodding her head and heading down to the kitchen. She pulled open the refrigerator door and pulled out the first jug that her hands landed on. She wanted to get the snacks and be outside as fast as she could, hoping that she could spend a bit longer ogling the blonde.
Having finally located Aria's preferred cup – the pink one with the princesses on it, and tracked down some chips and cookies, Callie slid the door open with her foot, pleased with herself when nothing went toppling off the tray. She made her way to the poolside, and put the goodies down on the cherry-wood table top. No one else had emerged from the house yet, so she threw herself down onto the sun lounger, closed her eyes, and crossed her short-clad legs at the ankles.
Her eyes flew open again when Aria landed on her stomach with a resounding 'ompf'. She looked at the little body that was now sporting a swimming costume and arm bands. Her goggles sat haphazardly on her forehead, sending bits of hair in all directions. "You really are a dork aren't you?" Callie laughed, tickling her sister.
When her mom emerged, fully dressed, carrying Aria's towel, she knew that the next move was going to be a tag-team effort to get her to change into her costume. "Allie-ope, swim!" Callie let her head drop back onto the wooden lounger.
"Calliope go swim with your sister." Her head shot up at the sound of her father's voice.
"Papá! When did you get back?" Callie squealed, much like her sister, and ran into her father's arms. He enveloped her in a great big bear hug, squeezing her tighter than he needed to.
"This morning mija." He smiled. She so did not need for things to click into place the way that they had. She now knew why she hadn't been able to find her mother!
"Ewww. Bad images!" Callie shook her head and made her way past her father. She heard her parents laughing from behind her; they knew what she was thinking.
Callie had been very lucky, despite her parent's extremely religious beliefs and attitudes they were still very open minded. They had accepted her and loved her for who she was. She was a woman with a big heart, she was stubborn in all the right (and wrong) ways, she fought for what she believed in, when she loved she loved with all her heart, and she had respect for her parents. They loved her for all these things, and they loved her, even though she loved women rather than men.
When she was sixteen, she had gotten tired of pretending. After school one day, Callie chose to bring her, then, girlfriend home. She introduced the girl to her parents as her girlfriend rather than her friend. As would be expected, it had been hard for her staunch Catholic parents to take, but her mom had come around, and after a few months, her father had too.
Callie ran up the stairs toward her bedroom, despite her earlier laziness, she was up for swimming - it was such a beautiful day after all. She walked straight past her room, her mind set on finding the blonde first. She had noticed that Arizona hadn't arrived downstairs with her family, and wondered what was holding her up. She pushed against her sister's bedroom door, eyebrows furrowing when she found it clean and empty.
The brunette shrugged and instead walked back toward her own room. 'Maybe she decided to go home rather?' Her heart sank slightly at the missed opportunity. 'Callie! Seriously? Why are you getting so wrapped up in someone so soon, when you don't even know if she's gay?'
Callie's inner musings were brought to a sudden and bashful halt. She stopped dead in her tracks upon opening her bedroom door. Her heart ceased to beat and all function of her brain was temporarily brought to an end.
Her eyes trailed up the image that she was presented with. Arizona stood in her bikini bottoms, fighting to get her top to cooperate with her. Long, slender legs that seemed to go on for miles, a flat, toned stomach that showed off the abs that the blonde must have worked hard to achieve. Callie wished that she could touch the soft, ivory skin that was pulled tight over her stomach, taste the pink, pouty lips that were pursed in concentration, she wished that she could create a trail of searing kisses along the smooth flesh of her neck that was hidden by a curtain of blonde hair.
Arizona
The blonde felt eyes on her, it was a weird feeling that she had never experienced before, but one that she could place straight away. She turned her focus from the strings of her bikini top, which were being more of a pain than usual, toward the door. Her eyes locked with those same deep, dark eyes that they had earlier.
Arizona could feel the colour rising up her chest and spreading across her cheeks. She had never blushed so much in one day. She couldn't tear her eyes away from the brunettes, she felt like she had become paralysed, unable to talk or even breathe. 'Life 101. Breathe God damn it!'
Arizona couldn't help the smile that spread across her face; Callie still hadn't moved an inch. The way Callie looked at her made her skin tingle, it made a blinding heat wash over her - one that she was almost petrified of. It was a good heat, a heat that radiated from within, but a heat that overpowered her mind.
Callie
In an instant, Callie felt her brain whirr into life. She noticed the eyes that had become trained upon her own, and then she saw the smile, that smile, the one that made her weak at the knees. It was almost mischievous, which made Callie's heart speed up. She closed her eyes quickly then stepped out of the room, pulling the door closed behind her.
She flopped back against the wall, letting a long sigh escape. 'Note to self, this is not good!' She dropped down to the floor, letting her head fall into her hands. 'Not good at all.'
She pulled her phone out of her pocket, she scrolled through the numbers until she found her best friends. She then typed out a message, but thought better of it. Quickly deleting the text, she went back to her contacts list and found another number.
I know it's short, but I wanted to get something up whilst I finish working on what was meant to be the end of this chapter...