Tequila & Lime With a Grain of Salt

A/N: This is the sequel to Tequila & Lime.

WARNING: This story is rated "M" for language and sexual content.

Chapter 1 - All In a Day's Work

Callen and Katie felt the impact of the nearly thirty hours of traveling well into the first week. It wasn't until day six they were finally in a routine with the local inhabitants of two hundred in the village, they, and the other ten volunteers from the United States, were assigned to. Despite laying on the Equator, Kenya's climate is diverse, given the elevation ranges of cities, towns and villages throughout the developing country.

Katie's previous trip had been to a higher elevation, and even though it wasn't easy acclimatizing, the cooler weather was welcomed. The Swahili name, dhahabu malaika (gold angel) was given to Katie by a young woman, Kamaria, who had recently been married and was also caring for her younger sister, Kaisa, after both their parents passed away from AIDS (Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome). Callen was given the name macho ya bluu (blue eyes) by the woman's husband, Jabari. The yet to be named village was aptly called, un aitwaye mahal (unnamed village). Katie and Callen took to this family immediately, their hospitality unlike any they had ever encountered. Living less than a modest life, the family's faces were always adorned with smiles and an extended helping hand.

Katie spent her days with three other volunteers and the thirty children assigned to them in a makeshift school while Callen worked with the rest of the volunteers and villagers building the new school. Repairs on the church would commence after the school was built but given the primitive nature of construction Callen wasn't sure they would get to the church during his visit.

Sunday afternoons were reserved for worship and family time. A full day of rest was unrealistic for the people of un aitwaye mahal despite it being one of the more "affluent" villages in the region. A groundwater well was put in a few months before Callen and Katie arrived and that simple utility meant no more two hour walks to the nearest stream for families and more importantly, clean water.

Days turned into weeks and before they knew it, week five had commenced. Their days were long, usually starting at five o'clock in the morning and ending just after seven o'clock in the evening. The long days, coupled with the scorching heat, Callen's labour-intensive work and Katie's emotional challenges, had Callen and Katie yearning for some "quiet time".

The dilapidated truck carrying the workers from the other side of the village arrived a few minutes after the children were let out of the two "huts" that were being used as temporary classrooms. Katie rounded her shoulders backward before stretching her neck to each side. A long soak in a hot bubble bath resonated through her mind until she spotted Callen hopping off the back of the truck as it came to a stop.

She hoisted her bag over her shoulder as she left the temporary school and walked towards him. A red bandana wrapped around his head popped out against his light beige coloured pants and loose fitting, long sleeved shirt. His now darkly tanned face illuminated his blue eyes and she swore his hair, having not been trimmed in almost two months, was getting lighter from the exposure to the sun. A nod in her direction indicated he saw her and a small smile adorned her face. With the new found "water of gold" as the well was called, bathing was less primitive and since she and Callen had finished their day at the same time, she recommended a joint shower. Sweaty, dirty and exhausted, he hesitated in accepting Katie's offer.

"If I don't get something from you, I am fairly certain I will be experiencing spontaneous combustion."

"Then you shouldn't have picked such an exotic vacation for us."

"Still a smart ass."

"From the look in your eyes and tone in your voice, I'm certain it's not my ass you want. Anyhow, you will have to wait a few more minutes while I take a shower." With that affirmation, Callen disappeared.

Katie Mitchell was an initiator, so she literally took matters into her own hands. When Callen returned, clad only in a towel wrapped around his waist, hair still damp, Katie was laying on her back on the bed, nipples hardening as she brushed the tips of her fingers over them. Before he could even think about losing the towel he shook his head in case he was dreaming. When his eyes, that had been tightly closed, reopened, what he saw wasn't a dream. It was his woman, waiting for him. Her golden locks spread out in a fan-like pattern above her head, legs straight, hips raising slightly as her hands hit sensitive spots on her breasts.

Oh her breasts.

The way they jiggled as he moved in and out of her. The two small moles on the outside of the left one that he liked to kiss and use his tongue to draw an imaginary line between, the moistness leaving goose bumps on the pale skin. Or when the little nubs of dark skin strained against her clothes as he removed her shirt; his intense stare meeting hers. Oh and how he loved it when her silk-like knolls of flesh squished into his chest when their bodies met, knowing a kiss would soon follow.

"Are you going to stand there and watch or are you going to join me?"

Her words took him out of his worshiping, "You know I like to watch but since dinner will soon be ready, I'll join you." He may have been on the verge of exhaustion, but the extended abstinence had to be ended. For Katie's sake of course.

After unwrapping his towel and tossing it on the wicker chair beside the small, handmade dresser, he knelt on the edge of the bed closely watching Katie's hand meander over her body. His arms moved upward to her feet where he firmly placed his hands and as they progressed up her legs, pressing in spots that elicited moans of pleasure from her mouth, his body crept forward, nudging her legs apart as his chest pressed into her warm, aroused body.

"It's been too long," his voice a whisper, the hotness of his breath meeting her mouth triggering an intense rush of arousal in Katie's groin.

People were going about their day, preparing for dinner but with thin clay and straw walls surrounding them, Callen wasn't taking a chance of being heard while he ravished his lover. Legs now entwined, their chests press together and two heartbeats increased as their mouths met with an intense frenzy. Nibbles to his nipples ensued as positions were adjusted to allow Callen to enter her more than ready opening. With every attempted audible moan from Katie's mouth, Callen intervened with his lips and tongue meeting hers. It was almost counter productive as he elicited more sounds from her with ministrations from his sexy mouth. Neither of them had any issues with Callen being on top, driving into her, wondering why the hell they hadn't had sex for five weeks despite seeing each other every single day and sleeping in the same bed at night.

There were two very valid reasons: heat and work. He had an internal giggle wondering how Kenyan's reproduced the way they did when their lives were filled with work that allowed them to exist with only the barest of essentials and sometimes not even that. Katie's legs wrapping around his neck gave him a renewed energy and as she arched her back up a little it was the perfect position for them both to release the pent up sexual tension that has been buried beneath the sweat, extremely long days and basic lack of privacy, (minus their antiquated but cozy "room").

"Oh my God!" Katie's words surmised what they were both feeling. "That was my first orgasm without manual stimulation. And my first here."

Callen twitched slightly as he lay beside her, both of them panting from the intense, but short "workout." Talking about masturbation was something he preferred not to do; yet he had no qualms about doing it alone, in front of her or watching her.

"You haven't … you know?" His voice was still a whisper.

Katie relished in Callen's attempt to be quiet during and after sex, the sounds of footsteps, passing by their heads opposite the thin walls. "You mean mas-tur-bate." The accentuation on the technical term had Callen shaking his head.

"You're doing that on purpose," he murmured towards the ceiling, still trying to regain his regular breathing, wondering if she was going to give him a demonstration.

"Am not."

"Yeah, you are," he replied as his hand met the top of her thigh. "You know exactly what words like that do to me. What they make me want to do to you."

"A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do."

"And a man must do what he needs to do to please his woman."

Katie bit her lower lip wholeheartedly expecting his right hand to slide down past her thatch of pubic hair and caress the smoothness surrounding her bundle of nerves. When he instead positioned his hands on either side of her hips and, with his eyes peering upward, made is way back down her body, Katie bit harder on her bottom lip in anticipation of what he was about to do. Would he use his mouth? His hands? Both? With just the tip of his tongue, Callen gently licked her clitoris causing a stifled whimper from Katie while one finger stroked her softly just below his mouth. Her natural scents, combined with his semen, enticed him along in preparing her for another trip into ecstasy.

Trying so desperately not to scream out, Katie grabbed her tossed aside shirt and placed it over her mouth. A grin and small chuckle from her ravisher interrupted his task for only a brief moment before he continued. Her body tensing, back arching and mouth silently open, Callen's senses were spot on as he felt her legs tremble below him and two hands grabbing at his now long enough strands of hair.

Mission accomplished

It was their day off from making dinner, so they took advantage of the time, lying in bed, cuddling and talking.

"This has been a real eye opening experience," Callen said as he stroked arm, her head snuggled against his chest.

"Yeah, it's something a first world country can't comprehend until it is seen up close and personal. I'm really glad you came. Sharing this experience with you means a lot to me."

"Watching you with the kids and their parents, your compassion so natural," he brushed stray hairs from her face and place a chaste kiss on her lips, "has me loving you more everyday."

Katie didn't want to respond with "Me too" but wasn't sure what else to say.

"It's okay, you don't have to say anything." Callen didn't expect a response and being his usual perceptive self, responded with reassuring words for Katie. "You accepting me for who and what I am, is I all need."

Katie's response with a sultry kiss was perfect, however, after a glance at his watch on the stand beside the bed and mentioning they had ten minutes before the dinner bell would sound, they got dressed, washed up and headed to the common area for their last meal of the day.