A/N: Been a bit since the last Arizona fic. Tuned out a tad spicy, I'd say~

Do enjoy~

Of Grass Skirts and Coconut Tops

Ever since the Siren War had begun, the island of Hawaii had started a little festival.

Originally it was about remembering the dead, specifically those lost at the onset of the war when humanity was taken off-guard by the Siren's first wave of attacks. Back before Ship-Girls were around to fight back and Hawaii, being a major naval base for the Eagle Union, saw some of the worst fighting in the nation, with only New York City coming close to the damage wrought.

As time went on though it became more of a festival for their trials and tribulations – a way to honour the dead and those that fought to protect them, yes, but also to celebrate that they were still around to honour them in the first place. The bleakness of days gone by were, like the days themselves, gone. And in its wake was a profound cheer that the majority of the island chain shared, culminating in what many dubbed the 'Liberty Festival'. Known for its grand, island-wide parties it drew much attention from the mainland and even those of other nations.

And, being stationed there, it was perhaps fate that led to Arizona joining in on the fun. Mostly because Nevada and Oklahoma dragged her into dressing up for the big day.

''I-Is this really... what you're supposed to wear...?''

''Yeah! Bunch of locals do.''

Arizona exhaled through her nose, trying to ignore the twisting of anxiety in her gut as she stood there alone in a changing room, the clamour of the public easily heard beyond the thin changing room walls. Gone was her uniform, hung up and deposited into a safety box provided by the store just for this night alone. Instead she was reduced to 'festival attire'; namely a grass skirt and a coconut bra. The skirt reached her shins and, despite the name, actually covered quite a bit, just a small side-slit that showed her bare thigh at most, but the coconut bra was a bit more embarrassing. Whether they were actual coconuts or not she couldn't tell but it was a bit of a snug fit, and yet still it felt like they didn't cover enough.

Blushing Arizona plucked up the last article of clothing, that being a small crown of pink flowers that she rested upon her head. She could've had a necklace of flowers too, but honestly it was a bit itchy, so she'd forgone it. Now she was regretting that choice; at least a necklace would've hid a bit of cleavage from prying eyes.

'If only Penny was here...' Arizona lamented, her sister stuck on the mainland doing repairs...

...only to then realise if her sister-ship was there then Pennsylvania probably would've encouraged this.

Pursing her lips Arizona straightened up, sucked in a breath and let it back out, cooling her thoughts as best she could. She could do this. It was just one night, and besides she'd handled Sirens – even if she messed up and embarrassed herself, who cares? She kicked Siren butt and protected Hawaii herself more times than she could count. A little embarrassment would be a footnote compared to that.

The microscopic pep-talk did help ease her nerves and, not wanting to waste her momentary confidence, Arizona locked her box of things and stepped outside.

The warm Hawaiian air greeted her, as did the clamour of countless voices. The changing rooms were tucked in-between two stores and a few other civilians were just leaving, the shop owners ferrying boxes of stored clothes into the store for safekeeping – but Arizona focused on the two ships just ahead of her, chatting away without a care.

Nevada and Oklahoma. Both were dressed up in grass skirts and coconut bras as well, but Oklahoma had opted to wear a flower lei garland too – the thick, flowery thing like a miniature wreath, covering her shoulders and the top of her breasts, the pink flowers admittedly quite pretty. Personally she felt the two wore the outfit much better than she did; Nevada had the figure for it and wore the skirt so much better, whilst Oklahoma's pale hair and more lithe figure made her seem so much more graceful.

Nonetheless when Nevada turned to her, she grinned. ''Lookin' good Ari. Ready to go?''

''Um, I think so.'' Arizona demurely said, walking out. ''So... where to now?''

''I was thinking of heading to the bars, getting something to drink.'' Nevada shrugged.

''Oh! I wanna go check out the stalls. I remember seeing some souvenirs on the way here, I think Colorado and her sisters would like them.''

''Aren't they here too?'' Nevada queried; squinting and looking around.

''Somewhere.'' Oklahoma agreed, also looking. ''Still, I think they'd like them.''

''If you wanna, feel free.'' Nevada shrugged. ''Which one of us do you wanna come with, Ari?''

''I think I'll stick with Oklahoma.'' Arizona demurely said.

''Not a fan of bars, eh? Fair enough. I'll see you two at the bonfire later though, yeah?'' At their agreeing nods Nevada leaned in. ''Oh, by the way, Ari? Don't be afraid to hook up with someone for the night, ha!''

Arizona blushed, stammering, but Nevada was already walking off – her proud, bold gait easily carving a path through the throngs of other patrons going to-and-fro. Before she knew it, the confident Battleship was gone.

''Come on.'' Oklahoma took her by the hand, pulling her in the opposite direction. ''She's just teasing you by the way.''

''I know.'' Arizona pouted.

Oklahoma giggled at that. ''Still, she's not wrong you know? Tonight's all about freedom after all. If there's ever a night to spend some time with a stranger, it's today.''

Arizona felt her cheeks grow warm at that. Of course she knew. The last year she was here with Penny her sister-ship hooked up with some guy – a fact Arizona learned when she walked in on her sister taking it from the back and having her hair pulled. The embarrassment aside, it was also an awakening of sorts; realising just how active most of the base was in that regard.

One night stands, casual flings, relationships and even a couple marriages here and there, Ship-Girls weren't pure nuns by any stretch of the imagination – but still, perhaps in her naive mind she'd never really given intimacy any sort of thought. She had her sister, she had her friends, what more could she want? Especially in a time of war like this, relationships were a hard thing to keep going.

But on a night like tonight, when the mood was right and casual affairs were aplenty... maybe she should give it a try? If only to see what it was like?

Arizona shook her head then, face red as she contemplated the possibility. Mercifully she was distracted as Oklahoma engaged her in conversation once more; pulling her over to a stall and chatting merrily with the stall owner, an older woman who had a grandmotherly aura to her. The two chatted on about the items and with a chirp Oklahoma bought a couple of nick-knacks, storing them in her small purse she carried around with her.

As Oklahoma went to the next shop over though Arizona spied a bar just across the small street – a tiny thing with just a dozen or so people mingling around it. 'Maybe a drink would help calm my nerves...'

Tapping Oklahoma on the shoulder she leaned in. ''I'll be over there if you need me.''

''Okay~!'' With her ever-present merriment Oklahoma chirped, waving her off as she went about perusing the homely stall.

Quelling the anxiety that swam about in her gut Arizona crossed the road and meandered up to the bar, flagging the bartender down and ordering a pina colada. With a hum of 'coming right up' Arizona was left alone at the bar; demurely shifting onto one of the stools and waiting patiently for the man to return. As she did so she felt the gazes of both men and women as they passed, the fact warming her cheeks considerably.

'Maybe leaving Oklahoma behind wasn't a good idea...'

Just as that thought struck a young man shifted into the seat on her right. She glanced at him only briefly, noting his sandy-blonde hair and tanned complexion before turning her attention ahead once more, lest she attract his attention. She already had though, it seemed.

''Huh, never knew Arizona was this close to the Pacific.'' The young man suddenly remarked. ''Or that it floated all the way over to this neck of the woods.''

Arizona glanced at the man. ''You... know me?''

''Long black hair, pretty face, absolutely gorgeous eyes?'' He flashed her a toothy, boyish grin. ''Knew you since I fixed pipes in San Diego.''

Instantly recognition filled her mind, a smile reflexively coming to her face. ''Clark?!''

The blonde youth laughed, a familiar roguish grin coming to his face. ''Yep! Fancy seeing you here, Arizona.''

Arizona laughed with him, partly out of surprise and partly relief. Though it had been a good few months since her deployment at San Diego's main naval base she certainly hadn't forgotten about the main plumber that worked there – Clark, as she'd come to know him. He'd been working there for easily a year when she'd arrived and so she hadn't thought much of it; although Manjuu handled a lot of the dirty work around the base, having a set of human hands helped a lot, and not a whole lot of Ship-Girls were trained in things like plumbing or electrical work.

Thus, Clark was hired to the plumbing and later also any wiring that needed done. She'd only ran into him a couple of times, usually in the early mornings when he was fixing problems but he didn't pop up on her radar much – not until one day her shower got backed up. She'd just gotten undressed for it and with her dirty pyjamas taken away to be washed by her sister, she was left in a fluffy white bathrobe whilst Clark came in and fixed up her shower.

He was polite, courteous and most of all helped take her mind off of the embarrassing situation with his odd humour – frankly it was that humour that kindled their friendship. From then on, she went out of her way to speak with him when she saw him.

Alas, deployments being what they were she was soon transferred back to Hawaii, her usual main port. It was a rather bittersweet goodbye then – on one hand, she was sad to see him go, but at the same time happy to go back to Hawaii and see some of her friends once again.

Perhaps then it was nothing short of good fortune she'd run into him at a tiny bar during a festival. In the back of her mind she wondered, idly, if she would've ever come here had Nevada not made mention of going to a bar herself.

How odd fate could be, she could only muse with a smile.

''What brings you here?'' Arizona remarked warmly.

''The festival, what else?'' He chuckled, glancing up as the bartender brought him a beer and nodding his thanks. ''I've been wanting to experience it for myself for a few years now, but never got the chance. Finally had some time off accumulated so I took the first boat over. I'm guessing you're still deployed here?''

''Mm.'' Arizona nodded, accepting the pina colada offered to her. ''I'm here with some friends... though, they're mostly off doing their own thing.''

''Sweet.'' Clark nodded, taking a drink before nodding at her. ''Nice outfit by the way. Really suits you.''

''Ah, you think so?'' Some warmth came to her cheeks, demurely resting a hand on her chest. ''It feels a bit... revealing.''

''So? I'm walking around in shorts and an unbuttoned top – pretty sure that makes us equal, eh?''

Arizona smiled at that. ''I suppose.''

The two of them continued to chat, warmth lacing their words as they caught up like the old friends they really were. Given the state the world was in neither really expected to see one another ever again, and to meet at a festival of all things was a welcome surprise – the two catching up from her exploit on the high seas to his trials back in California, particularly how joyous a job plumbing was for a base full of people who used showers constantly. She had the decency to blush a bit at that.

Eventually though their conversation shifted more towards the festival itself. What did each of them think of it, how were they liking it, what it was about and what sights were there to see – until, as if building up to it, Clark shifted topics.

''So. Rather than skirting around the issue-'' He jokingly brushed her skirt, the pun earning a giggle. ''But since we're here, wanna go to the bonfire together?

Arizona hummed, peeking back at Oklahoma across the street chatting merrily with some old women running a big stall, before smiling. ''Sure! I'm still fairly new to the festival myself though; I usually just keep to myself, most times.''

''Then it'll be a first for the both of us, haha!''

X-x-X

It wasn't a long trek down to the beach.

Nor was it hard to find the way. Though the crowds naturally went this way and that, the closer to the beach they got the more people seemed to converge on it, as if allured by the giant bonfire taking place there. Even from over the heads of the crowds she could see it; a towering flame that crackled high into the night sky, embers flittering off of it yet extinguishing of their own volition, never straying too far to cause any trouble. Even still, anything flammable was kept a good distance away, mercifully.

Arizona's cheeks retained a flushed tint as she followed Clark through the crowds. It wasn't hard; his blonde hair stood out quite well amongst the crowds and his height only helped with that, but she worried about being lost amidst the throngs. As if sensing that fear Clark suddenly looked back at her, holding her gaze for a second before suddenly taking her left hand in his right, his firm grip bringing a blush to her cheeks.

'Thank you.' She mouthed, not trusting herself to be heard over the general clamour of the crowd.

Clark just smiled back at her and looked ahead, leading her onwards. She noticed he held her hand a little bit tighter.

Eventually the crowd broke up, thinning out nearer the beach. Though a single large bonfire roared high into the sky it was not the only one, surprisingly – there was easily a dozen more on this beach alone, and from her spot near the shore Arizona could spy numerous others on the other islands, their orange glow visible amidst the darkness.

''Come on, let's find a quieter one.'' Clark suggested and Arizona didn't hesitate to chirp an agreement.

Now that the crowds were thinner they didn't' need to hold hands, but Arizona found his grip comforting and thus didn't let go, simply walking by his side instead. The thick of the crowds was left behind as they walked further along the beach, the air cooling as they walked by the seafront. Several more bonfires were present but each was less populated than the last, with groups of people sitting around watching the fire or even dancing around it. Others with cymbals, drums and other more traditional or authentic instruments played, amateurs no doubt but adding to the lively atmosphere all the same.

Eventually the beach tapered off, the land next to it a steep hill too small to be a cliff but too tall to be a simple bump in the land. The bonfire was arguably the smallest they'd seen thus far but it was steadily growing as the people around it threw some more objects to feed it – old chairs and furniture probably donated for the event. The amber flames licked into the sky, curling and churning like the tides beyond the sandy stretch.

Around the fire couples were dancing – some better than others, but nobody was making fun. If anything the bad dancers were encouraged; others whistling or cheering, she even saw one guy take another dude and show him how to do it. It was surprisingly wholesome.

''C'mon.'' Clark squeezed her hand then. ''Let's join in.''

Warmth burned Arizona's cheeks but she rode the fluttering high in her heart. ''R-Right!''

With a boyish grin shot her way Clark pulled her over to the bonfire, both of them easily finding a spot amidst the dancers. Though she wasn't exactly a good dancer she wasn't terrible, and as it turns out neither was Clark – the young man taking her hands as they slow-danced in front of the fire. With his hand on her hip and his other on her shoulder they spun slowly by the fire, other couples doing the same as the music dimmed to a more serenading tone.

Then when the music picked up, transitioning into a more flamenco style of beat – and with the beat Arizona found herself leaning back up against him, her face hot but a small, true smile on her lips as he pushed himself up against her, his hands grazing dangerously down her hips, then her thighs, nearly going lower.

Only to pull back and take her right hand, lifting it up and letting her spin. The euphoria that came with the action, done to the cheers of the onlookers and the roar of the flames, made it feel almost magical. His hands touched her all over and Arizona found herself doing the same, tracing his pectorals as he shed his shirt and not protesting when his hands felt up her lower back, working their way down and soon caressing her ass, but the flamenco beats just kept her moving.

''You look damn good.'' Clark whispered to her as they danced, hands settling on her hips and pulling her body flush against his.

Arizona shivered, unable to miss how his hands grabbed her ass. ''Thanks... this feels so...''

''Magical?''

''Yes. Magical.'' She repeated as if testing the word; then nodding. ''...my body feels so warm too.''

''Might be because there's a fire right next to us.'' The blonde youth grinned.

Arizona tried to pout but a giggle escaped her lips regardless, a pleasant shiver travelling across her skin as he touched her side once more, his fingers calloused against her smooth skin. ''Mm, maybe...''

She spun and he pulled her back against him, his crotch pushing firmly up against her ass. He was erect, his shorts the only thing hiding that fact. ''I missed you, you know? Ever since I first saw you I had a thing for you, but never had the balls to ask you out.''

Arizona arched her back as his lips grazed her neck, his words tickling her flesh. ''You're so goddamn fucking perfect. You drive me insane.''

His lips smooched her neck and she whimpered. ''C-Clark...''

''I want you.'' He rumbled now, pulling her against him firmly. She could feel his dick sliding out of his shorts, his tip poking her lower back.

''But-''

''Just for tonight, at least.'' He added quickly, nipping her earlobe and making her moan. ''Let me make you mine.''

The gentle possessiveness, the undercurrent of need, the sheer lust in his voice – all of it turned Arizona on more than she thought possible. Biting her bottom lip she refocused on her surroundings, cognizant that they were in public – but before she could vocalise her embarrassment, her alarm, she was even more startled to find that they were not the only couple doing this.

All around the fire couples were getting it on. Some kissing, others grinding, others still dancing but giving each other bedroom eyes – and there was even one, just around the edge of the fire, that were doing it raw right then and there, the woman's hot exhalations inaudible but no doubt true all the same. She turned her attention away from the crowds though and refocused on the young man behind her, biting her bottom lip as she heard his shorts fall, his cock pressing up against her now – only her grass skirt stopping him from accidentally going inside of her.

Twisting around in his hold she found herself face-to-face with the young man, her breathing shallow but quick as he pulled her in – and then their lips connected in a kiss. She mewled into it, arms winding around his nape and pulling him deeper into it, unbothered when his right hand grabbed her ass firmly – his other hand cupping her cheek, keeping the kiss going.

The need to breathe eventually coaxed her back and she stared up into his eyes; distracted only when she felt his dick twitch against her tummy. Shivering at the sensation Arizona lowered herself down, practically sliding down his front until she was kneeling in front of the young man, his erect dick twitching in her face. It was perhaps only then that she realised how big he was; both thick and long, enough to make something in her stomach squirm. Yet despite his intimidating size Arizona darted in without hesitation, catching the tip between her lips and sucking on it.

''Hnf! Gods yes Ari, that's it...'' Clark breathed out, brushing her hair out of the way. ''That- mnn...''

Arizona relished the lewd noises he made as she took him deeper into her mouth, her lips sliding down the young man's girth before pushing and sucking back up to the tip. It felt scandalous and she could feel the eyes of other people on her as she did this in public... but she didn't care. The music, the atmosphere, it was like a drug and so she didn't protest, simply continuing to bob her head into her friend's crotch, sucking on his cock with the sole desire to make him feel as good as possible.

Holding his hips Arizona dragged her dainty lips along his cock and sucked firmly back up to the tip, nearly letting the head out before she accepted his girth back into her mouth. Saliva dribbled onto his cock as she sucked and her tongue helped smear it in, when it wasn't busy licking the underside of his cock that is – stroking and caressing his shaft devotedly. He rewarded her with a husky groan and she found herself entranced as she saw his eyes darken with lust, his fun-loving features becoming that of a man possessed with need.

One she was ready to help him with.

Letting him out of her mouth Arizona hesitated of a second before licking the tip, her tongue doing languid laps around the tip whilst her hands went behind her back, fiddling with her top – and with a tug of the string, her coconut bra came off. She blushed darkly as she heard a few guys whistle and cheer from the sidelines but she was more focused on Clark's reaction. She was delighted to see the look of sheer lust on his face; so raw and needy as her breasts hung freely, no bra to hide them.

Swallowing her embarrassment Arizona leaned in and licked around the head a little more before lifting his tip up, taking him back into her mouth. His hand laid itself on the back of her head and pushed her down, eliciting a muffled groan from Arizona as she felt his tip glide over her tongue and nearly hit the back of her throat, stopped only when she pulled back, slurping her way up to the tip. Though her head-bobs were slow at first over the course of seconds she picked up speed, sucking him off devotedly to the sound of his moans.

That was until he put a hand to her head, pushing her back.

''If you do that any longer I'll cum.'' Clark murmured to her, grinning roguishly. ''And if I'm gonna do that I wanna do it in you.''

The implication sent a thrill shivering up her spine but Arizona couldn't find it in her to refuse, not with the drums pounding around them and her body craving excitement. Thus with a demure bob of her head she consented, her blush darkening a shade further when he almost instantly knelt down in front of her, grin broad as he sat down and tugged her closer. Understanding dawned on her then and she complied, her heart pounding in her ears as she straddled him, the fire warm on her bare back and his cock flush against her aching womanhood, no panties under her skirt to cover it.

She drew a shuddering breath and lifted herself up, one hand gently grasping his large cock and guiding him to her opening – and then a moan, tentative and surprised, burst from her lips as she impaled herself down onto his member. She felt it part her insides and push in deep, her thighs trembling as she lowered herself down inch by inch. He was big. She knew that, but gods did it somehow feel even bigger inside of her, his girth stretching her out as he took her first time.

A sharp shudder roiled through her, bringing a laboured moan up with it, her eyes screwed shut – when a pair of hands groped her bare breasts. A more surprised noise escaped the back of her throat and she looked down at the blonde youth under her, blushing heavily as he grinned up at her, his hands slowly kneading her plump tits. She bit her lip and let him, her eyes fluttering shut once more as she rocked her hips, easing herself deeper onto his erection.

''Nn... haah... ahn~'' Then with a moan she rose back up, letting his tip tease her opening – before promptly impaling herself back down, nearly taking him to the hilt.

And in the process pushing his tip up against her innermost parts, the sensation sending a jolt up her stomach and coaxing a moan from her lips. Yet that sensation also coaxed her into moving again, then again and again, her hips practically on autopilot as they took her up and dropped her back down, his girth spearing deep inside of her and nuzzling all the parts her own fingers could never reach. It made her mouth dry and her head spin but she loved it and couldn't get enough, her insides tightening possessively around his big cock.

Until compulsion forced a moan from her throat, throaty and needy as she tipped her head back. Forgetting she was even in public Arizona rode the young man under her steadily, each bounce slightly swifter than the last until she was smacking her thighs down against his hips, the sounds of their bodies colliding ringing out through the lukewarm night air, the flames at her back chasing away any chill her nudity might bring.

Her breasts bounced with her; the slightly unpleasant jiggle stemmed as Clark groped her once more, his palms flush against the underside of her tits and kneading them at his leisure. Noises of pleasure, pitched as they were, slipped out of her throat as he toyed with her nipples, his thumbs surprisingly dexterous as they drew circles along her areola or gave her nipples a clumsy yet no less arousing flick, her mewls short but quick.

''Oh fuck Ari.'' Clark rasped out, squeezing her tits roughly. ''You're so goddamn fucking hot!''

Arizona just moaned in return, head light. She straightened back up and let her gaze fall onto the young man once more, feeling his large shaft stuff her so delightfully full. Her pussy ached every time, any discomfort she might've felt washed away by the pleasure and leaving her sore but in a good way, like the most pleasant stretch imaginable. And like a stretch it felt like her insides had to open more just to fit his girth into her, his shat quite thick near the base too, making deep penetrations all the more enthralling.

Moans tickled her ear and she let her head loll to the left, glancing back, and a fresh rush of embarrassment filled her as she found Oklahoma and Nevada only a few couples away, both currently getting fucked hard. Oklahoma had stripped nude and was riding her partner with a joyous expression, arms above her head as she moaned happily, her generous bust bouncing freely with her motions. Nevada on the other hand was on all fours, stripped naked also and taking it from behind with a look of pure lust on her face, gazing back at her partner as he clapped her bronze ass and held onto her shoulder with his other hand, the pair facing the fire as they did it like animals.

A shudder coiled in her gut then and Arizona moaned as Clark's cock scraped just the right spot, her insides tightening around him reflexively. He groaned and released her breasts to hold her sides instead, helping her bounce onto him – and with a wordless moan Arizona complied, her hips dropping down feverishly before recoiling back up, feeling his pulsating member slide between her lips before slamming straight back inside, hitting her depths and sending stars flashing behind her eyes.

''Ari, here it comes...!'' Came his moan.

Arizona whined back, her bounces hastening as she rode herself to the edge, her insides tingling yet borderline electric, her mind purged of thought as his dick went into her loins with all the force of a pneumatic hammer against her depths, her body tensing-!

''AH~!''

And with a sharp, euphoric cry Arizona climaxed, throwing her head back as a wave of pleasure washed over her. Nary a second later thick gushes of semen erupted inside of her, gushing up like a broken faucet as they coated her insides and filled her womb. The sudden flood of seed knocked up up an inch, perhaps reflecting how she was knocked up then and there, but she didn't care. All she felt was the liquid warmth in her groin as pleasure shook through her whole body, her mouth dry and eyes unseeing even when she let them flutter open.

A small eternity passed before coherency came back to her, and with a laboured moan Arizona leaned forwards, resting on her hands. Clark stared back up at her, panting for as she was, and with a grin he grabbed her ass. His cock, deep within her still, throbbed with a mirrored suggestion.

Arizona licked her lips, then dipped her head in a shallow, hurried nod.

She clambered off and turned around, her knees brushing sand and her palms pressing it down. He got behind her and pressed himself into her, coaxing a cry from her lips as he spooned her, his body rough with hers as he rutted her like a dog.

His warmth filled her and then she rolled onto her back, breasts bare for him to see as he entered her once more, his tip kissing her cervix and his lips finding hers, the kiss as passionate as it was erotic, his body flush with hers as he railed her to another climax.

Time and time again they went at it, the bonfire roaring its approval as they went at it, unabashed of the small crowd admiring them and the flames; those behind Clark only able to see her legs jerk out to the sides of him as he hit her sweet spots.

His hands caressed her form, his length filled her sex, his lips met her own.

Until the fires, late into the night, finally died out – and so too did their stamina, the pair falling asleep under someone's towel, too exhausted to retire to a proper bed.

'I wish you were here Penny..' Was Arizona's final thought of the night, drifting off as she was – and with a small smile on her face.

'You missed one heck of a night~'

[END]