Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Grey's Anatomy. I just manipulate them to my will. Also, any line or phrase or setting that seems remotely familiar from any other show, movie or book, also not mine. I borrow…

Prompt: Can you write us something based off what you think will happen in the next episode?

AN: Ok, so I started this about three weeks ago right after the last episode. I just realized I never finished it. It doesn't follow what we've already seen in the previews because this was supposed to be my take on what was going to happen. Decided to keep it the way it is. Enjoy!

Things We Said Today

Weddings. They're about love and commitment. About sharing memories and watching as two people pledge to live their lives together. Promising fidelity and comfort, through good times and bad. It's about the first kiss, the first dance. It's about toasts and conversations.

But what happens when the two people who were supposed to be married never make it to the alter? What happens then? There's no promising, no kissing. No first dance. No, all that is left is food. …And alcohol.

Which is why Arizona Robbins knocks back her second glass of champagne in hopes of finding some liquid courage. Not because she's in a dress that shows off her prosthesis. Not because her shiny cane clashes with her red dress. And not because she has to try and walk gracefully down an aisle with hundreds of pairs of eyes on her, hoping and praying that she doesn't trip and fall like she did in the OR her first day back to work. No, Arizona Robbins is nervous for an entirely different reason. And that reason is moving her sexy hips in a manner that should be illegal in at least 48 states.

Her wife's voice keeps replaying in her mind like a song stuck on replay.

I haven't had sex in five months because of that leg. I haven't had sex. In five months. Sex. Five months. Five months. FIVE MONTHS.

Has it really been that long? Has it really been five months since she's touched her wife, since Callie has touched her. It doesn't feel like it's been five months since the crash. …But then other days it feels like it's been five years. Time seems to have a different meaning to Arizona now, and as she watches her wife out on the dance floor she's reminded of the woman she fell in love with years ago. The fun Callie, the sexy Callie, the Callie who danced around in the apartment in her underwear and sunglasses. It's been forever since Arizona has seen that Callie. …It's been five months since she's seen that Callie.

Halfway through her third glass of champagne, Alex Karev appears in the chair beside her and says, "Remind me to kill Avery for setting me up with that intern."

"Just don't sleep with her." Arizona mumbles, blue eyes still locked on the vision in red out on the dance floor. "You ruin them."

"Your wife said the same thing to me." Her protégé growls.

"Yeah well… she'd know." The blonde replies, then holds out her now empty champagne glass and says, "Hold this."

Alex is left holding the glass as Arizona follows her wife who is now retreating towards the desserts table. She knows she has to act fast before her liquid courage disappears, as well as her game plan getting ruined.

Just as a bright red strawberry is dipped into the chocolate fountain and heading for plump lips, Callie looks up to see her blonde approaching. "Hey! Look at this fountain! A river of chocolate, what can be wrong with that?"

"Yeah, hey listen…" Arizona replies, feeling a flush rising in her cheeks, and she not sure if its from the alcohol or from what she's about to propose. "Umm, can you come with me?"

Dark eyes narrow in confusion and Callie asks, "Are you ok?"

"Yeah just… please?" The blonde pleads, then turns and heads toward the exit of the banquet hall. For a moment Callie thinks that they are heading out the doors of the hotel, that her wife has had enough and just wants to go home. But then Arizona turns down a hall and calls for an elevator, fidgeting with her cane as they wait.

It's only after they both step into the empty carriage does Callie asks, "Where are we going?"

Arizona just offers her a smile then selects the floor, only to pull the emergency stop button halfway there. Now her wife is really confused, but before another word spills from painted red lips Arizona lays a hand on her dress covered hip. An intense look is shared before the blonde moves in for a kiss, one soft and tentative mirroring her nervousness of this whole plan.

"Umm… I just, I heard you this morning." Arizona says, her voice wavering with her trepidation. "I know you think that I don't hear you but I do. I listen to you. I hear you. And you were right this morning. And… I do. I want to start living again but I think I just… I didn't know how. I didn't know how to be this person that I am now. I'm not different… but I'm not the same either."

"O… kay." Callie breathes out, not exactly following along with the woman's thought process.

"It's hard for me, you know. I know you know but you don't really know. …You know?" The blonde continues.

"Um… no." Her wife finally answers. "No, I'm completely lost now."

Arizona takes a deep breath and tries to form her thoughts into some sort of comprehensive sentence. "I'm trying, Callie. I'm trying to get back to who I was, what I was before the… I'm trying." She says, staring into brown eyes. "I'm back at work. I'm a mother again. And… and now I want to be a wife. Your wife. I want that."

Another beat passes and finally something clicks in Callie's mind. "Oh. …Oh! You mean…"

"Yes." Arizona answers quickly, then undoes the emergency stop and the carriage kicks to life. The rest of the journey seems to take forever, and Arizona can feel the tension and anxiety rolling off her wife as she follows the blonde.

"You got a room?" Callie asks when they stop in front of a door.

"Not… exactly." Her wife replies, then slips the card into the lock and pushes open the door. A full suite comes into view, adorned with fresh flowers and romantic settings. There's a silver bucket with a champagne bottle sticking out of it along with a dish of fresh strawberries on the table right inside, as well as two plush robes folded neatly on the beautiful made bed.

Arizona takes a few steps inside and Callie follows, her eyes finding the greeting note next to the champagne and reads, "Congratulations on your nuptials. Enjoy your complimentary champagne and fruit- Arizona! You stole Ben and Bailey's hotel room?!"

"They weren't going to be using it." The blonde replies with a shrug. "And… look at it. It deserves to be used." They both take a minute to take it all in, and when blue eyes turn back to her wife, Arizona knows that that disapproving won't stay on Callie's face for long.

Limping over to the foot of the bed, Arizona sets aside her cane and whispers, "Come here." Teeth nibble at a plump lower lip but Callie complies, and soon finds herself standing right in front of the woman she thought she'd never get back.

Hands rest tentatively on hips and they share another soft kiss. Apprehension and nerves cloud their usual confidence and it feels like its their first time again. Not just with each other, but ever.

"You know we don't have to do this, Arizona." Callie says softly. "If you're not ready… If you think that I was pushing you to-"

"I want this." Arizona interjects firmly, pulling brown eyes up to meet blue. "I want you, Calliope." And to hear her full name being whispered by Arizona again, full of love and compassion, it makes Callie's heart swell. "We'll just take it slow, ok?"

"Yeah, right. Slow. Slow is good. I can do slow." The now excited woman replies. Five months of putting her own needs and cravings on the back burner has been difficult for the woman who used to use sex as a means of relaxing. Of forgetting her troubles and clearing her mind. Five months of quietly trying to stem her desire by becoming intimately acquainted with their shower head. Five months of touching herself and imagining it was her wife. Five months… and now it's about to pay off.

Arizona starts to lean in again but pulls away at the last second and says, "Sofia. We need to call her sitter and tell her that we might-"

"Right! Right, yes. I'll do that. Yes. Umm… here-" Callie hands her wife one of the robes and says, "Why don't you get comfortable and I'll just go call the sitter from the bathroom." Grabbing her own robe, the woman quickly steps inside the massive bathroom and slips from her dress.

But in her haste she realizes that she's forgotten her phone in the bedroom. The call wasn't the only reason why Callie excused herself. She knows that her wife is still self-conscious about her leg so Callie thought that allowing Arizona to change and get comfortable in privacy it might help the blonde to relax.

She's just about to slip back outside when she notices that there is an actual phone in the bathroom, so she uses that instead. Punching out the sitters number by heart, Callie is quickly greeted with the voice of one of their neighbors.

"Hi, Michelle? Yeah, it's Callie. Just a heads up that we might be late picking Sofia up this afternoon. Ok? …Actually, do you mind keeping her overnight?" Callie asks, not wanting to put a time limit on whatever is about to happen. She loves her daughter, she really does, but Arizona is ready for sex so the woman figures that in about 20 years Sofia will understand having to spend the night at the sitters.

"Sure, that's fine." Their neighbor replies. "Is everything alright?"

"Yeah yeah." Callie says, and before she knows what she is saying, she adds, "I'm about to have sex!" An awkward silence comes from the other side of the line and the surgeon blushes. "Um, well. Thanks. Ok, bye."

A quick glance at herself in the large mirror over the bathroom sink, Callie slips back out into the bedroom to find her wife, in a matching robe, propped up against the head of the bed. Her eyes are glued to where her left leg should be, studying the difference between own the robe falls gently over her right thigh as opposed to lying flat on the left.

"Whew…" Callie sighs, announcing her return. "I love that dress but it pinches a bit." She adds, approaching the bed.

"You looked really pretty in it." Her wife says, and Callie notices that her red lipstick has been wiped off along with the majority of her eye makeup. Now blue eyes seem even bright from the smokiness of smudged eyeliner.

"So did you." She replies, and the look on Arizona's face tells her that her wife doesn't believe her.

Instead of trying to argue the point, Callie grabs the bottle of champagne by the door as well as the fruit, then joins her wife on the bed. With a quick pop, and some spilt bubbles, two glasses of sweetness is poured out and shared.

"To us." Arizona whispers as they clink glasses.

"To us." Callie says, then takes a sip. But the blonde next to her doesn't sip, instead downing the whole glass in one swallow. "Um… another?" Callie asks but no reply comes because champagne tainted lips quickly find hers.

Setting her glass to the side, Callie focuses on slowing their kiss. She doesn't want their first time to be rushed, or forced. For as long as Callie has already waited, she'd wait another hundred years if it meant waiting for Arizona to be ready.

And when she pulls away, Callie can see a glimmer of doubt in Arizona's eyes. So when the slowest of movements, a caramel hand tugs at the knot keeping the blonde's robe closed. Their gazes remained locked as she works the tie free, and as she pushes the soft material aside, and even when her hand comes to rest on Arizona's thigh.

"You're beautiful." Callie whispers, mustering every ounce of love and compassion she has in hopes of that those two words can convey just how deeply in love she is with this gorgeous woman in front of her.

"I don't feel it." The blonde says, finally breaking their stare. Blue eyes fall to her leg, the stark contrast between her wife's skin tone and her own being something she never realized she loved so much. "You didn't marry this."

"You're right." Her wife replies, drawing Arizona's gaze back up. "I didn't marry this." Callie gently squeezes at the tone muscle on the blonde's thigh. "And I didn't marry this…" She moves her hand over to Arizona's other leg. "Just like I didn't marry your blonde hair. …I married this…" Callie says, placing her hand directly over the woman's beating heart. "I married your heart, honey. And your mind, your soul. That is what I married. Not… limbs. I know you question your looks, and you think you look dumpy in flats but… I didn't marry those things. I didn't fall in love with those things. I feel in love with who you are. …And I know she's still there."

"You think so?" Arizona asks.

"I know so." Callie says with a smile. "You're still the hardcore surgeon you've always been. You're still the loving mother that Sofia adores. …And you're still the woman who makes me fall in love all over again every time she looks at me."

"But I'm not sexy anymore." The blonde rebuts.

"Kiss me." Callie tells her.

"What?"

"Just… kiss me. Like you mean it." She says again, and Arizona does. Lips find lips and slowly their embrace starts to build. It's more intimacy than they've shared in months but they quickly remember how to move against one another. And when the blonde pushes Callie onto her back, a tanned hand finds Arizona's and she guides it between her legs.

"See?" Callie whispers, and Arizona groans when she feels the dampness present at her wife's sex. "That's what you do to me, Arizona. Do you feel it? Can you feel how much I crave your touch?"

Fingers begin to wander and tease slick folds, all the while blue eyes remained close as memories of their past race across the blonde's mind. She remembers this, remembers how Callie's body used to respond to her touch. It always amazed Arizona at how turned on her wife could get at the softest of caresses, how skilled surgeon hands would try to find a grip on anything to keep her anchored to this world when the blonde started worshiping her body. The fire that would ignite behind deep brown pools was so intense that it would shake Arizona to her core.

And when she opens her eyes again, she's greeted with that same flame. There's no denying how much Callie craves her at this moment, the primal lust evident in the darkness of her eyes.

"Please…" She pleads, and Callie is sure that, just for a second, the world stops turning when two fingers sink into her depths. Five months. That's how long it's been since her wife has been inside her. Five months is a long time to live off of memories. But even the most realistic of memories and dreams can't compare to how perfectly Arizona feels in real life.

"Yes… Arizona…" Callie moans, "I'm so close…" And not ten seconds later an explosion of light bursts in front of her eyes and every single muscle in her body tenses. Warmth and electricity rolls through her veins and muscled walls trap her wife's fingers inside as wave after wave of relief rushes over her.

It takes a second for brown eyes to focus again, but when they do they find the blonde staring down at her, waiting. A tanned hand reaches up and cups her cheek, pleading for a kiss. Their tongues dance together while a thigh slips between Arizona's legs, putting pressure where Callie knows her wife wants it most. She can feel the wetness pooled there, but can also sense her hesitancy.

A reassuring hand on her hips relaxes Arizona and she allows herself to be rolled over. Blue eyes go wide when Callie finally removes the robe from her body completely, and for the first time in five years Arizona sees God's masterpiece in its truest form.

"Don't forget to breathe." Callie whispers when she hears her wife's breath hitch.

She starts to slink down the blonde's body but Arizona tenses and yelps, "No."

"What?" Her wife freezes.

"Not… I don't… Can you stay up here? For now?" Arizona mumbles, feeling ridiculous at that question. She's always loved Callie's tongue on her, and she knows that's why Callie was doing it but… being down there means being close to… it.

But a soft smile appears on her wife's face and Callie says, "Of course." Instead of a tongue, a mocha hand travels down a creamy expanse of flesh before cupping Arizona's mound. Callie tries to keep her wife focused on her touch rather than Arizona's body by kissing her, pushing her tongue into the blonde's mouth while softly rubbing her wife through her wet panties.

Callie starts to pull the barrier down the blonde's legs and Arizona again becomes nervous. "Stay with me, honey." Her wife whispers, "You're safe with me. Let me in…" Callie purrs, helping part Arizona's legs. The smell of their mixed arousal hangs heavily in the air and a thirsty tongue slips between plump lips at the thought of tasting her wife. But Arizona isn't ready for that, so skilled fingers slowly work at her center.

With each stroke at her clit, each circle of her entrance, each thrust inside her brings the old Arizona back. The one that could never get enough of her wife. The one who trusted Callie with everything she had, including her heart. The one that would never have blocked Callie out. That Arizona fights its way forward, intent on being remembered. And when her orgasm finally hits, Arizona is staring right up into her wife's eyes just like she's done a thousand times before.

Callie doesn't move a muscle as she watches Arizona recover. She's waiting for it to happen, the other shoe to drop. Too many times they've taken a step forward only to fall two steps back. But then blue eyes focus again and a lazy smile appears, making two dimples shine up at her.

"Hey…" Callie whispers when all that happens for a few seconds is a single ivory finger curls it's way around a lock of raven hair.

"I've missed that." Arizona finally says, then pulls her down for a kiss. "When did you tell the babysitter we'd pick Sofia up?"

"Michelle is taking her for the night." Her wife answers, sure that their little tryst has come to its end. "Why? Do you want to go get her?"

"No…" The blonde sighs, her finger tracing the curve of Callie's jaw line. "I'm happy right here. ….Because I think we have some catching up to do." She adds, and Callie can just smile as Arizona pulls her back down for another slow, passionate kiss.