A/N: Takes place in 2017; Married eight years

A Weekend in the Adirondacks

They had chosen—rather Olivia had chosen—a rustic log cabin in the Adirondacks of Upstate New York. She knew that Alex would be hesitant, so she hadn't given her wife much information. But, as they walked into the cabin for the first time, Alex's jaw had dropped.

The décor was all brown—brown siding framing the walls, deep mahogany furniture in the form of a bed, a dresser, and a sofa with deep orange cushions. An antler chandelier hung majestically in the middle of the one-room cabin. Off in the middle, diagonal from the couch was a black stove-type fireplace with one element on top, the wide, charcoal piping running up the length of the wall and into the ceiling. Beyond the couch, tucked away in the corner, was the bed, holding a hunter green army wool blanket on top, folded down to reveal white sheets, the view around it clear windows and a beautiful view of the plethora of trees around them, a beautiful lake just beyond the foliage. Upon entry, a small refrigerator/freezer and a two-person dinette.

Olivia sidled up behind her and wrapped her arms around her. "Like it?"

"Like what, Liv?"

"The cabin. Rustic. Secluded."

"What is there to like, Liv?" Alex looked around, eyeing the wooden décor. "This looks like the place that Kathy Bates' character took that author guy to torture him with the sledgehammer."

Olivia giggled. "We have Wi-Fi, electricity, a fireplace, a refrigerator, a bed. What more do we need, Babe?" Olivia kissed the side of the blonde's neck.

"Does it have running water? Plumbing? Or do we have to use an outhouse?" Alex pulled away and face the brunette.

"It has a toilet, Al…" Olivia smirked. "My Baby will be able to bathe and poop as needed." She nodded to the left and, in a darkened space, there sat a toilet—no walls dividing it, no door for privacy—only a flimsy, two-foot wide paisley fabric curtain to pull aside when need be. A claw foot tub sat to the left of that with no apparent shower device attached.

"I get to do my business out in the open? Marvelous."

"You do all the time at home, Al…you always have the door open."

"Not true…" Alex pulled away now and folded her arms. "And this fireplace?" Alex moved closer to the wood-burning stove now. "Is this where we'll cook our gourmet meals?"

"That's the one, Al…" Olivia moved into Alex again and wrapped her arms around her, loving her wife's resistant, princess-like nature.

"And this thing needs firewood, correct?"

"It'll be taken care of…" Olivia offered, trying to grab Alex's waist as she pulled away again, but the blonde was too intent on taking in her surroundings.

"I didn't see any piles of wood, Liv. Nowhere. Not even on the porch or around the sides of the house."

"Part of the charm, Al. There's a pile of logs out there by the tree. I can chop wood. You can chop wood." Olivia smiled.

"I can chop wood? And who do you take me to be? Paul Bunyan? I do Pilates and yoga. How is my lack of upper body strength gonna help us?"

"Well…" Olivia placed her hands on the blonde's hips now, "…I'd sure love to see you try to chop wood, Al. That's for sure. Holding an axe, bringing it down with force, that pink face huffing and puffing…" Olivia leaned around and chuckled at her wife's nonplused expression.

Alex pulled away again and looked the brunette over, a slow smile creeping along her face. "Well, your upper body strength and upper thigh strength will come in handy and I'd love to see you in those distressed jeans you're wearing, braless in a white tank top, a flannel shirt tied around your waist wielding an axe…but this princess won't be participating…I don't have the muscles like you do, Babe."

"You have muscles, Al. And don't worry. It'll happen."

"I admire your enthusiasm, Liv." Alex cocked her head to the side.

"What do you say…" Olivia moved in once again, "…we get settled and make some coffee and we can go chop wood?"

"Don't we need wood to make the coffee, Olivia?"

Olivia looked up, narrowing her eyes, and then into the kitchen, scanning the counter. "Yes…" she looked back at Alex, "…you're right…no coffee maker so we'll have to boil water and use the filters we brought."

"This sounds like we're gonna be working this entire weekend. Chopping, cooking on a…" Alex looked at the stove once more, "…Lincoln Stove, is it?"

"We have wine and music, Al. And there are a couple places that deliver—Ma Jepsons Old Tyme Pantry and Guido's Pizza & Italian Eatery."

Alex continued to stare at her, unamused.

"And we can go to that general store and buy some canned beans and breakfast food and some ingredients for s'mores."

"Well, the wine we brought should blur the surroundings," Alex smirked. "And the beans should do a number on our bowels, as well. And then we'll get to let our stomachs cramp while the other watches."

"Let the good times begin…"

AAA

"OK." Olivia, true to her promise and in the ensemble that her wife desired, but wearing a bra, held the axe in her hands, her wavy hair in a loose ponytail.

A log was on a stump and the brunette was ready to swing.

Alex had her iPhone poised, ready to film the event. "Ready, Liv. Let's show the kids that their Mama is a bad butt."

Olivia giggled. "A bad butt. Nice." She hefted the axe upward and then let it slam into the wood, effortlessly splitting it into two pieces.

"Woo hoo!" Alex cheered. "More!"

Alex watched her wife now, those biceps and triceps working, thighs in a firm stance as she split the same log into another two pieces.

"Have you done this before, Liv?"

"Yeah…" Olivia huffed, moving another log onto the stump, "…my Uncle Bobby used to have a cabin up here. He's the one who taught me. We used to…" she grunted as she swung the axe again, "…come up here in October and November, like we are, and…" Olivia swung again, "...my mother, uncle and I would spend some weekends…" Olivia stopped now, the head of the axe on the ground, thinking. "We did have a few good times." She looked up and smiled at her wife.

"Well…" Alex began, "…it shows. My wife is incredible," Alex oozed.

"Get over here and let me teach you, Al…come on…" Olivia motioned for Alex to join her.

Alex stopped filming and placed her iPhone in the back pocket of her jeans and walked toward her wife.

"Although this would be something to film, Babe…" Olivia smirked.

"Touché, Liv…"

Olivia brought another log to the tree stump and moved in behind the blonde. "OK…you gotta focus on the middle."

Alex felt her wife pressed up behind her, smelled her perfume and shampoo, felt the feminine softness of her form, and she couldn't help but momentarily close her eyes. "I'm learning from the master, huh?" Alex rasped.

"So you say…" Olivia got in a quick kiss to the side of her neck. "OK, ready?"

They lifted the axe together and Alex closed her eyes tightly as they brought it down.

Alex squealed and opened her eyes, noting that the log was perfectly split. "I did it!"

"You did, Babe." Olivia adjusted the half pieces now.

They split the rest and Olivia tossed them into a pile with the others.

"Now you, by yourself…" Olivia removed her own cell from her jeans pocket and got it ready to film.

"OK…here goes nothing…" Alex brought the axe down and let out a yelp as it made contact, the swing only making it halfway through the piece.

"Harder, Babe…" Olivia coached.

"I did do it hard, Liv. That's as hard as I can do it on my own." Alex abandoned the axe now. "You do it, Liv. I think I pulled something." Alex smirked, rubbing her shoulder. "Besides. You look much better as a lumberjack."

"I don't know about that…" Olivia offered.

Olivia continued to chop wood until they had a nice pile, Alex watching and filming as she sat on a wooden, Adirondack chair next to a campfire pit. Her wife was a beacon of light and frivolity in every possible way, and Alex couldn't help but become turned on all over again.

Her wife had a way of making any situation fun, her charm and humor bringing levity and a sense of well-being to any situation.

And Alex was going to make sure Olivia knew exactly the effect she had on her mind and body.

Nine-thirty that same evening, Alex grabbed her wine glass from the tiny kitchen table after returning from the "bathroom". She held it in her hands and watched Olivia moving her hips to the song, Despacito Remix, currently playing on the speakers they had brought from home. The brunette was wearing a simple, white camisole, sans bra, and a comfy, oversized pair of black, flannel pajama bottoms, black slipper boots on, her wavy hair down and wild, and she looked undeniably sexy.

Alex watched her hips move, her ass sway from side to side, her eyes closed, her wine glass in the air, a smile on her face, and the blonde was mesmerized by the uninhibited beauty in front of her.

Olivia took another sip of the Chardonnay they had brought, pasta meals already ordered, delivered, and eaten, stove burning a crackling, blazing fire, and now they were just ready to relax, enjoy the rest of their wine, and spend the evening together.

The brunette opened her eyes now and smiled, curling her forefinger and motioning for her wife to join her. "Come dance with me, Al…"

Alex set her wine on the table once more and watched as Olivia set hers next to the kitchen sink—also their bathroom sink—and then moved into her wife.

Olivia grabbed her hips and pulled their bodies close, and Alex placed her hands on her wife's waist, both now moving to the rhythm. Olivia's hands came up now and she let her fingertips lightly stroke the blonde's cheekbones, jawline, studying her, smiling.

"I love you, Al…" Olivia husked, shaking her head, "…I just love you so much…"

Alex pulled her closer by her backside and clenched firmly. "And I love you, Babe…and…thank you…"

Olivia furrowed her brow, still grinning.

"Thank you for being patient with this sometimes unbearable girly-girl."

Olivia's broad grin lit up her face. "Always, Al." Olivia's fingers traced the sides of the blonde's neck now, the two continuing to dance. Strong, warm digits made their way down her shoulders, the back of her upper arms, continuing down until they moved to her lower back and held her close.

Alex released a shaky breath, their bodies now pressed almost as closely as was humanly possible. The blonde angled her head, letting her mouth make contact with the silky flesh of the brunette's neck, swiping her tongue along her heated skin, feeling her wife pull her even closer. Alex could hear her wife's slow, deep breathing against her own ear now—shaky and erotic—and Alex continued kissing and sucking, kissing and sucking, feeling her wife virtually melt in her arms.

"Oh, Alex…" Olivia whispered. "That mouth…"

Alex brought her hands up to the back of her wife's head, letting her fingers entangle in her silky, sweet-smelling locks, before cradling it delicately in her hands.

Olivia's face was felt in the crook of her neck now, the hot breath from her wife's parted mouth sending goosebumps throughout her body.

Wordlessly, they pulled away and Olivia smiled, biting her lower lip.

"I'm so wet right now, Al…"

Alex nodded and then grabbed her wife's hips, walking Olivia backwards past the sofa and toward the bed, slowly, both just admiring the other as they did so.

Once there, Alex looked her wife's upper torso over before taking the straps of her camisole into delicate fingers and sliding them down, releasing her bulbous globes in front of her, those cocoa nipples already peaked with excitement. Olivia's expression was serious now, almost pained, her mouth parted, her brow slightly furrowed.

"Make love to me, Alex…" she whispered.

"Already there, Babe…"

Changing plans, Alex grabbed the fabric of the lower hem of her top and brought it upward, Olivia raising her arms quickly to facilitate the removal.

The blonde brought her hands to warm, soft breasts and took her mouth to Olivia's, mouths open, searching, warm, wet tongues battling with each other, breathing turning heavy.

Pulling away, they eyed each other as they both removed every stitch of their clothing and Alex watched Olivia pull the covers back to the foot and slink onto the bed. She lay on her right side, propped up, that heavy-lidded, aroused dark-orbed gaze almost too much to take.

Alex moved onto the bed now and then lay Olivia back, letting her body rest on top of the brunette's—warm body pressed to warm body—sensually comforting.

Kissing resumed and Alex felt her wife's hands roam over her back, dancing light fingertips along either side of her spine, Alex's skin prickling all over again, her nerve endings on fire, as they always had been when in an aroused state with Olivia. She lifted her head now and only smiled at her brunette wife who had taken on that look of yearning, longing once more. She felt Olivia's legs part beneath her, her feet wrapping behind her knees, and Alex took the signal to slide her way down, taking the opportunity to kiss every inch of skin along the way, Olivia panting all the while.

Alex paused, now comfortable in between her wife's toned caramel thighs and looked up to find those chocolate pools three shades darker, Olivia's mouth parted in anticipation. Eyes still focused on each other, Alex licked her lips and let her tongue reach out to make contact with her wife's clit, already peeking out from its hood, and the brunette jumped slightly, moaning with pleasure as her head now tilted further into the pillow and she closed her eyes.

Alex felt fingers in her hair now, removing her locks from her messy bun, tossing the elastic off to the side, and then Olivia's fingers were entangling in her hair. Briefly, Alex took a second to remove her glasses and set them aside before moving into her wife's heated core once more.

Alex's mouth began work on her wife's lower lips, Olivia not restraining her voice in the slightest. Sensual moans were heard throughout the tiny space now, her breathing heavy as Alex let her mouth bring her wife closer and closer.

"Like that, Baby…" Olivia panted.

Alex brought her own forefinger and middle finger to her mouth now and then dipped them inside to wet them before taking them out and moving them to her wife's entrance, touching her inner lips lightly with the pads of her fingers.

"Just your mouth, Al…I just want that mouth and that tongue, Babe. I'm almost there…" Olivia breathed.

Alex smiled and continued her ministrations with her mouth and tongue, letting her warm wetness envelop her wife's labia, swiping her tongue languidly along her slit before pressing it inside.

Olivia gasped now and Alex watched as her hands left the blonde's hair and moved to the surrounding fitted sheet, clenching it in her hands, her tanned knuckles now white with strain. Hips raising off the mattress now, letting her thrusting work in time with the blonde's mouth.

"Oh, Al…I'm gonna come…" Olivia's voice was two octaves higher, her face scrunched in impending pleasure.

Four more thrusts of her hips upward, Alex's tongue now working frenziedly along her wife's heated core, her upper lip able to feel the swollen protrusion of her wife's bud with every delving of her tongue.

Two gasps from Olivia now, eyebrows raised. "Uhh…uh…" she moaned before her body peaked and she continued thrusting her hips as her body experienced the full extent of her orgasm.

She lowered her hips back onto the bed, hands now relaxed, eyes closed, mouth parted and panting, and Alex counted, for the millionth time in eight years, how absolutely incredibly gorgeous her wife looked after she climaxed.

Alex licked her lips and continued to watch her satiated wife.

Olivia's body oozed with pleasure. She could feel the warmth, the satiation coursing through her core, her lower lips, her entire being. And she had her wife to thank.

"Mmmmm…" the brunette moaned. "Come here, Al…"

She felt Alex move closer now and sidle up to her, pressing her body to her own, a firm hand clenching her hip. Olivia opened her eyes and looked into crystal blue orbs, the blonde's porcelain complexion flushed from her own incitement. Olivia reached out and cupped her wife's face and smiled.

Alex moaned and rested her temple on the brunette's shoulder now, pulling her closer, the two cuddling and falling asleep in a contented slumber on their first of two nights in the Adirondacks.

Olivia slowly sat up in bed, pulling the sheet up to cover her torso, and looked at the sunlight to her left as it streamed through the spaces in between the numerous pine trees just beyond the window in the near distance. She yawned, feeling the warmth of the sunlight on her face, eyeing the bed as it cast a golden glow on the sheets where she lay.

Movement and sound was heard in the kitchen now, mere feet away.

She saw her wife leaning with her hips against the kitchen sink, steaming coffee in hand, staring out the kitchen window, the golden glow from dawn streaming across that flawless face and highlighting her golden locks.

She smiled and noted her navy and white flannel shirt and those short, gray, cut-off sweat pants, her ivory legs that went on for days so nicely on display.

Last night, they had made the most of their evening together, both pleasuring the other multiple times throughout the night, sleeping intermittently, wanting to take advantage of no kids, no work, no responsibilities.

And it had been magnificent.

Alex turned her head now and smiled. "Good morning, Babe…" She took a sip of coffee and then moved toward the bed, propping her right knee on top, that lopsided messy bun on the top of her head and those classic Cabot frames all the more enticing the brunette upon her awakening.

"Good morning, Al…" Olivia yawned once more.

"Sleep well?"

Olivia shook her head and smiled. "What little sleep we got, Al…but…" she reached her hands out, "…that's OK…"

Alex moved onto the bed now, crawling on her knees, careful not to spill her coffee.

"Did you?"

"Not really, but…"

Olivia reached out for her wife's mug now and Alex handed it off to her.

"Like you said…we can sleep when we get back home, right?" Alex cocked her head to the side, smiling.

Olivia nodded over the rim of the mug, taking another sip and swallowing, before handing it back to her wife. "Exactly. What we did last night is a rarity and I wouldn't trade it for anything…" Olivia smiled.

"You're right, Liv…and I wouldn't, either." Alex smiled and winked.