AN: A series of (sorta-related) one-shots about Stef and Lena. They were written in between the other fanfics, and they were plucked and cut to fit in the other stories. But since y'all have been packing my twitter with requests for naughty bits...meh. I'll just dump them here.
These will contain smut.
Chapter 1
"Delicious," Lena moaned after swallowing the last mouthful of the pizza they had opened up almost as soon as it had arrived.
"Here's to pretending to be married for more food," Stef toasted as she raised the cola can.
Her girlfriend raised hers as well.
"And here's to the woman who made it all possible."
"Oprah!" Stef joked. They toasted the talk show host anyway.
"Should we open up the second box, or save that for later?"
"Depends on what you have in mind."
"We might need our strength. But we might also need liquids more desperately. I should stock the water cooler," Lena remarked as she jumped off the couch and walked to the kitchen.
Stef followed her. She knew that the curly-haired woman could be strong, but she also knew that the teacher wasn't exactly a gym rat either.
"May I help you, Ma'am?"
She'd received a kiss for asking.
"I can handle it, thanks," Lena said right after that as she lifted the massive jug from the floor and angled it for the cooler.
Stef saw the empty bottle from the last filling and a covered glass of water on the kitchen counter. Lena hated to waste things. She loved her even more at that moment.
"Let me do that next time, okay? Gimme something to show off about."
Lena laughed, then said "I'm going to get pretty familiar with your muscles, so...I doubt you'll need to lift anything heavy to impress me, Officer Foster."
The excited yet shy blonde cleared her throat.
"Something wrong?" The other woman had asked as she tilted her head.
"I've never...been with a woman before."
"I know," Lena smiled.
"It's embarrassing."
"It's cute. And you don't have to be with me tonight, or this weekend...if you want to take that step, it'll be your choice."
"Wouldn't it be your choice, too?"
"I've already said yes," the experienced lesbian winked "gee, Stef. You really have to work on picking up subtle cues if you're gonna get this gay thing down."
"When did you 'say yes', exactly?"
"Ha! Honestly...when we first met. I took one look at you and I forgot where I was. I forgot who I was. I think I heard music...but that could have been residual sound blowing from someone's radio. I saw this woman. I heard her voice. I felt her hand in mine. And I thought 'if she ever wanted to sleep with me, she could'."
"Oh...wow."
"No pressure, though. This weekend is about relaxation. Now...may I kiss you?"
Stef nodded, and Lena took a few bold steps towards her. She reached up to knit her fingers behind her girlfriend's neck and pull her closer. Their lips touched, and their tongues stroked...and Stef felt something she never had before.
It was a pull, like an electric pulse that traveled from the pit of her stomach and went up her spine, before it descended again and caused a strange feeling in her groin. Her underwear felt moist, and she moaned.
"Oh Lena," she gasped when they slowly pulled apart.
"Are you okay?"
"My knees as shaking."
"Probably cos mine are making them," the gorgeous woman before her joked.
"What if..."
"Don't be shy about asking me things, Stef," Lena kissed her cheek.
"What if...we did try something this weekend. Something s-sexual."
"You want to?"
"I need to," Stef admitted "you're amazing, Lena. You're beautiful, you're smart, you're kind...I'm a frumpy old divorcee who hasn't even figured out how to masturbate yet."
Lena stroked the sides of her arms and slowed down when she touched bare skin. Her hands slid slowly down to her girlfriend's, and she knit their fingers together.
"I want you to feel comfortable," Lena reminded her, as she raised their entwined right hands to kiss Stef's knuckles.
"You're doing a pretty good job of that...it's just...I'm scared that you'll see me and not want to be with me anymore."
"How could I not want to be with you?"
The brown-skinned woman let go of her girlfriend's left hand and took one careful step back. And then another, and another. The blonde walked forward as she was led from the kitchen, through the living room...
They stood outside a door which Stef had never walked through, even though she had been to the apartment before.
Please review! And thanks for nibbling on this one. Next one's coming right up.