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                                          selling drugs, yet working in a soup kitchen                                                         for being too stupid to steal, well, sucks.

It was hard to ignore Arizona’s beautiful body line in that tight, black dress of hers. She was short, really short, but her shape was perfect in every single way. So it needed to be given the right amount of attention it deserved. Her jumping was diversionary, maybe because her breasts were bouncing all along, but maybe it was just the fact that it looked incredibly adorable. But what was she originally trying to do? It for sure was not staring at her wife like a creep. Ah, right. Her own dress. 

While Arizona had inhaled the food samples like a starving teenager, Tamara had lost any appetite in the few weeks before the wedding, causing her to loose quite a lot on weight. At least that made it easier to tug on her lavender, strapless dress. The only thing she had troubles with was tying the corsage of it, but there was no chance Arizona would refuse to help her with it.

While throwing a glance into the mirror, Tamara fixed her make-up one last time, slender fingers raking through the curls on her shoulders. Bomb. She looked stunning, and yes, she couldn’t help but admit it. Wide grin was laced within her features as she turned back around, gaze meeting Arizona’s, a sweet hum lingering in the back of Tamara’s throat.

              “For tomorrow I have planned                nothing but to lie in bed with                you, honestly. We can.. look                for a house the day after, if                you don’t mind, mh?”

A house it was, definitely. An own house had always been a dream of Tamara’s, considering she had lived in a tiny apartment with her parents and two older brothers. No privacy, no space. A t  a l l. Agreeing to this marriage was a new start, a new life, so why not make the very best out of it? So many thoughts, such a mess created in her mind. At least it was the warm embrace Arizona and her were sharing that made her feel a lot more at ease. Chin propped atop the other’s shoulder, she pursed her lips, a faint nod being given.

              “Fine, I guess we can.. agree                on that one. We both look way                too hot today. Hopefully all them                guys will notice how much of a                loss we are to the men’s world.”

Eyebrow is raising at the younger, as she was kinda staring, not just kinda. She totally was staring. Perhaps because of the jumping act from only a few seconds ago. Oh well, it may have looked terribly stupid, but it was effective, very so. A quick glance down at herself, to check how the dress was fitting, if it looked good; or if the weight she SURELY had gained was making the whole thing look weird. It was good, perfectly fine. Just like before, even if it felt so tight. It was a little like a second skin. Alright, Arizona, tonight you put yourself together, don’t eat so much, the dress will most likely be ripped apart if you just shove all the good food into your mouth.  Just like Tamara stared before Arizona is now staring at the taller female, watching her struggle with the corsage. Bouncing over like an excited child the older was now standing behind the other, taking a hold of her hands to shove them away from the corsage part, as task was done she takes over, lacing it up. Pulling on the bands too harshly at least twice, but in the end it looked AMAZING. And the small female was pretty damn proud of her great work.  And then she found herself in the mirror next to Tamara, doing the same as her, hair needed to be fixed a little, put in place. A few stray strands were carefully tugged behind her ear. Make up was still looking good, but waaay too decent, thus the eyeshadow palette was brought out. Smokey-eyes! Along with red lips, of course. She had to look just as good as her wife, so good that everyone would be sad about the fact they had no chance anymore. Game over. 

You are what? Marrying a woman? My daughter has lost her mind! Yeah, Tamara’s mother hadn’t really been happy about the fact her youngest was becoming the wife of another female. But hey, at least she had finally done what they have been bothering her with since age 16; she found somebody to spend her life with. So what if it was her best friend; at least they knew everything about each other. It was better than grabbing the next best guy and make him her husband just to get a divorce after what, 2 years of marriage?

It was extremely odd, having her whole family gathered around her at the day of her wedding. Her grandparents were smiling too widely, while her parents were wearing some casual pokerface. She had thought it would’ve been the other way around, all along had she thought her grandparents had been the conservative part of the family. Oh well. As long as you are happy, we are happy. That was exactly what their faces were expressing. And that presumption was confirmed when after the kiss, they came up the aisle all excitedly, telling her the those words while reaching up to pat the cheeks of freshly married couple.

How bothersome it was, getting out of that massive, cream colored wedding dress. Clumsy feet were pitter patting across the wooden floor as a tensed glance wandered through the room. Where on earth is the other dress? She soon found it and put it on, breathlessly plopping down onto the edge of the king sized bed. Inhale, exhale, calm down. Why had nobody ever told her how nervewrecking weddings were? The preparations, the tight schedules that had to be kept in mind, getting dressed, and god. The wedding night. The thought of it made her gulp in nervousness. Tamara had never touched a woman before. Not in that way. And this night she literally had to.

                   “Anxious. Sweaty. Exhausted.                     That’s about it, but I’m good.”

Despite those words, the female managed to cast a warm smile up to her red lips. Mrs. Miyazaki, it sounded like the sweetest melody to her ears, no doubt. Form got up from the mattress, feet moved her over to the other woman, her wife. Her arms snaked around Arizona’s slim waist, nothing unusual, skinship had been existent even before they decided to walk hand-in-hand down the aisle. Tamara’s best friend had always made her feel comfortable and calm, she had always made her feel like home. So maybe it wasn’t that much of a dumb idea to finally share the same last name, the same bed and the same home.

                 “Damn pretty? Oh why, thank you.                   For once I’ll accept your compliment,                   but know that I am far from being as                   g o r g e o u s as you, darling.”

Arizona had taken off the pretty wedding dress, hanging it onto the wardrobe so it wouldn’t get dirty or anything. Not that she’d need it again, like ever, but of course it would be kept, maybe in the cellar. Or the attic, or whatever else. Currently the petite female was jumping up and down in order to get the black dress up; jesus christ has it always been so goddamn tight? Or did she gain weight-- maybe the whole ‘testing food to know what we’ll serve on the wedding’ thing was to blame for this. However, the jumping suddenly stops as she sees her now wife struggling with her own dress, a clearly amused expression to be seen on her face.  Safe to say; the sudden laughter escaping from her lips wasn’t supposed to do just that. Quickly, clearing her throat, giving an apologetic look along with one of those sweet smiles she was able to pull off perfectly. Now Arizona was jumping again. FINALLY. The dress was on, and with her hands reaching to the zipper on the back it only took about another few minutes until even that was done. Shoes. Where in the heaven did she put those pretty golden heels? She saw Tamara’s shoes standing somewhere in the room; they weren’t as high as the ones Arizona had gotten for herself. Simply because little girl was only 149 centimeter short, and for once she wanted to be.. taller than that.  Right, shoes. Her gaze wandered around the room, moving from left to right hastily. Until - until she found them standing somewhere in a corner behind some shopping bag. Thank god she didn’t leave them at her mother’s place. Swiftly turning around her heels to turn her attention back to Tmara as the latter spoke up. Head moving from left to right; to symbolize she was totally understanding what the other felt.           “ I feel you about the exhausted part, who knew that         weddings were so tiring, right? Tomorrow we have to         ... I doubt we’ll be able to do anything tomorrow,  but         sometime soon we have to find a flat!      Or a house,         maybe? What would you prefer, princess? ”