In Mark's apartment

"Good morning." Mark's sleepy, deep voice sounded as Callie was just starting to wake up. Her eyes opened slowly, then all at once. Mark rested his head in his hand and looked at her. She quickly rolled over to the side of her bed to check the time. 9:38.

"Oh, no. No, no, no!" She stumbled as she hurried herself out of bed and tried to find her clothes that were spread all over the room. Mark held his position, slightly disappointed seeing her leave so quickly.

"Why are you in such a hurry? I actually thought we could... You know? One more time?"

"It's almost 10 in the morning, Mark. I slept over... Again! I can't keep doing this, this is so wrong. I am a married woman now, and the longer I- I just- I'm sorry, it just doesn't feel right, you know?" As she hopped around the room trying to put on her socks – well, her left sock, really, because the other seemed to have disappeared – she rambled on for a while. Mark did not interrupt her at first, as he liked the sound of her voice so much that it did not matter what she was saying.

"Oh, come on, Callie," He said at last, "It's not that bad. You can just tell her." Callie stopped trying to find her blouse for a minute as she was genuinely surprised by his words and the smile on his face while he said them.

"Tell her? Tell her what?" She heightened her voice a little, ""Guess what, honey. That thing with Mark that I said is over now? Yeah that's still going on, and it's so great and I guess we'll just end everything now, where are the divorce papers?" Is that what I should tell her?"

"All right, calm down now." Mark's voice had surprisingly not become any less sleepy, or attractive for that matter. He patted on the empty side of the bed, hinting for her to join him and she did. He stroke her leg. "You should tell her you stayed over. It wouldn't be a big deal, alright. She knows you and I are close. You don't have to tell her we still have this thing together, though. Clearly, you're not ready for that. Actually, I don't think you ever will be. So if it helps you out, I will be the one to end this."

"You would do that for me?" Callie said softly, looking into his eyes.

"Sure I would." And as Mark said those words, it was as if a force pulled their heads toward one another and their lips collided again. It was a long, soft kiss. "Or... We could keep on not telling her for a while? Sound good?"

"Sounds great." Callie laughed as she kissed him again. She bites her lip looking at him. He wrapped his arm around her and laid her down under him.

"So, one more time?"

"One more time."

In Callie and Arizona's apartment

Callie walked into 502, she paused for a moment. It was late and she had not seen Arizona all day at work, except for this one time where they were both getting coffee and all they got to say to each other was "I'm so busy!" and they ended the conversation with a kiss. Callie hoped Arizona wouldn't be too mad she hasn't been around much today, but most of all that she wasn't getting suspicious. Finally, she walked in.

"Arizona? I'm home." She took a few steps into the living room until she saw Arizona lying on the couch, sleeping. Callie felt guitly about the fact that Arizona probably waited for her, on the couch, for so long that she fell asleep, yet also couldn't help but crack a smile. She looked so beautiful when she was asleep, Callie could look at that face forever. It was times like these that she felt guilty for not being there in the morning every now and then. Callie moved around the couch, grabbed a blanket, covered Arizona with it and sat down next to her. She stroke a blonde lock that was hanging over her eyes behind her ear. While doing so, she touched Arizona's cheek lightly. It felt electrifying, for some reason. As innocent a touch and motion it was, that's how big its effect on Callie was. Tears welled up in her eyes.

With Mark, sex was safe yet hot and exciting. With Arizona, sex was also safe, hot and exciting but there was something more to it, and Callie couldn't quite put her finger on it. Mark always knew exactly what to do and where to do it. You always knew sex with him would be perfect. But with Arizona... With Arizona you could hear her sweet chuckle and see her beautiful smile and hear her gorgeous voice. With Mark, it was about satisfying each other. With Arizona, it was about showing how much they loved each other. With Mark, it was sex; with Arizona, it was love-making. And that was the difference. Callie never knew for sure why she felt so guilty, but now she did. Many nights, she would have sex with her wife. And other nights, she would do the same with Mark. Except it meant less. She took the whole deed out of context and suddenly it's as if what she and Arizona did together the other night meant nothing to her anymore. The love she felt for Arizona couldn't be faked, not even with someone she loved as much as she loved Mark.

Callie leaned in and gave Arizona a kiss on her cheek. "I love you," she whispered. As she got up, she hit her shin against the table. "Ow!" she shouted as quietly as she could – or whispered as loudly as she could. It hurt, but it didn't hurt enough for her to cry. Yet, as if a dam just broke, tears started streaming down her face. Arizona seemed to have been awakened by the knock of Callie's bone against the wood. When she looked up, she saw her wife crying. She was awake quickly.

"Callie? Callie, what happened? Did you hurt yourself? Are you okay?" She wrapped her arms around Callie and felt immediate comfort herself, which was not necessarily the essential thing here. Callie's head was buried in her hands, her shoulders were shaking and the tears wouldn't stop flowing. But when Arizona's hand touched her shoulder the waterworks slowed down a little. She lifted her head and looked her wife in her eyes.

"I'm... Yeah. It's just that stupid little table," She said as she chuckled.

"That's all? It hurt that bad? Let me see... Or did you have a long day at work?" Arizona couldn't stand seeing Callie this way, especially if she didn't know why she felt so bad.

"Yeah, I'm... It's okay." Callie started taking slower breaths and calmed down. "I just," she started as she searched for her wife's hand with her own, "I really love you. So, so much. And you were just lying there so beautifully and I messed it up. I'm sorry, I love you, okay?" Arizona was quite surprised by the commitment and drama that was in Callie's voice but she could never get enough of hearing the words 'I love you' come out of her mouth, so without questioning any of it she replied "Alright, that's okay. You know I love you very much too, Calliope. I love you too." And she hugged Callie tighter, held her closer, and they fell asleep on the couch in that embrace.