Disclaimer, I do not own Grey's Anatomy, Shonda Rhimes does, if I did, the show would have so much more Calzona.

Callie straddled over her on hands and knees, her black hair acting as a curtain, shading them from the city and hospital lights, outside her apartment window.

Arizona's hands were on her hips playing with the waistband of her love's bikini-cut, purple and white striped underwear. Callie smiled at her, and then went down to kiss her ever so softly on the lips, relishing the serenity that fell over Arizona's face after she did so.
Her smile sprinted away.

It was her last night before she was getting married. Married to the man people thought was a pervert. The man who went by 007, with his license to kill. The man that spread syphilis through the hospital in his early days as an intern. The man who was a boy until he met her; her as in the woman Arizona wished to spend the rest of her life with.

"It isn't too late," Arizona whispered as she glanced towards her legs, avoiding Callie's face, seeing the topic about to be brought up deserved hazmat-worthy caution. "Your family will learn to understand," the blonde promised.

"It IS too late though," Callie announced with the utmost certainty. Pushing off of Arizona, sliding onto her back, Callie curled into the cave between Arizona's neck and shoulder while the blonde draped her arm around her.

This was the aftermath Callie's bachelorette party. Arizona had taken the advice of a bridesmaid, Meredith Grey, and let the rest of the bridesmaids throw the party. This bachelorette party had included the drinks and the strippers. It was all too superficial for the brides enjoyment, but to humor her friends hard work, she pretended to like it.

If Arizona had planned the party, though, it would have been rose petals scattered, candles illuminating the room, different edible body gels, and the two of them only. Arizona would tell the groom that it was just her best friend and her having a sleepover, when in actuality, there would be no sleeping.

The bridesmaids had made their way home in a drunken stupor guided by a very designated (on-call) Addison Montgomery and now, now it was just Arizona, the maid of honor, and Callie, the bride, sober as can be, touching for what could have the last time for a while.

But here they were. Arizona was blankly staring at the ceiling, being strong because Callie wasn't.

I have been here up until the last moment, and it still isn't enough, Arizona thought. I still came back for more and so did she.

Every time, they ended by saying their tryst wouldn't happen again, but it always did. They always found something. Callie would happen to have a business trip the week Arizona would go on vacation and they would just happen to show up at the same place, in the same room, in the same bed.

When Callie's fiancé would be on night shift, Arizona would come over to fend off the monsters under the bed for her while gripping Callie's ass, mouth on her nipple.

The mornings after, Calliope would sit up, and wait for Arizona to wake. And when she did, Callie would roll on top of the Peds surgeon, kiss her, then smiling into her ear, would whisper love poems and finish by swearing her heart forever to the tiny humans miracle worker.

Arizona accepted Callie's secret love. But the newest acceptance was a big pill; that Callie would love her, and would send her cards, and flowers, and have sex on picnic tables after dark with her. But Callie also had to get married.

The thought made Arizona shift uncomfortably in bed and Callie noticed.

"Baby," Callie said rolling to her stomach and speaking delicately into her true love's ear, "I love you more than anyone I've ev-"

"Not now," Arizona said cutting her off, sliding out of the bed reaching to the floor to put her clothes back on.

"Don't be like that baby," she pleaded.

"Be like what?" Arizona raised her voice to a whispered, but forceful, scold. "I'm just showing you what you chose. There isn't much I will do to be in your life anymore, seeing you can't want me publicly except to Addison."

"But I do want -"

"Save it for George," Arizona said coldly, pulling her zipper up and walking towards the door. "Find a new maid of honor, because doing this to me is anything but honorable."

As she sped for the door heard the sheets rumple and staccato feet running after. All Arizona had to do was get to the other side of the door, then half-naked Callie couldn't come after her.

Arizona pushed out the door and trudged down the hall to the elevator, pushing the button five, six, seven times impatiently. That's when she heard a door open and I looked down the hall to see Callie peering out.

"Please come back we will talk this out, you just don't understand," Callie begged.

And the elevator door opened, and Arizona got in, and as the doors shut, a quite audible "Goodbye Calliope," was heard throughout the 32nd floor.

It didn't matter, Arizona claimed in her head.

She leaned against the back wall, sliding down with her face in her hands until tears poured out the side.

A/N: This is my first ever fanfic, I've read forever and thought it was my duty to finally publish something so here ya go! Tell me what you think.