Day Seven
The next morning Stef checked the bathroom mirror to see if she had any visible marks on her back from the night before when Lena walked in.
"I didn't draw blood," Lena protested.
"Sure felt like it." Stef replied.
"Are you complaining?" Lena asked with a raised brow.
Stef grinned at her wife. Hell no. And then she caught sight of an actual mark just at Lena's neckline. It was barely visible. But well….
"You gave me a hickey?!" Lena asked, just catching sight of it in the bathroom mirror.
"Come on, no one's going to notice."
"It's August. I can't exactly wear a turtleneck."
"What about one of your million scarves?" Stef suggested and got a glare in return.
"Did you see it?" Mariana asked Callie that afternoon plopping down on Callie's bed next to Mariana.
"See what?" Callie asked.
"Mama totally has a hickey," Mariana replied.
Callie scrunched up her nose. "Why exactly do you seem excited about that?"
"Because it means they're finally doing it again. Duh."
Callie put down her book and just looked at her sister, "Are we really talking about our moms' sex lives?"
"It's perfectly natural. What wasn't natural is them not doing it. And fighting. And going to therapy. This? This is normal."
Callie just rolled her eyes at her sister's glee.
With Mike in court for the day, Stef was patrolling alone and found her brain filled with thoughts of sex like she was suddenly a horny teenager. The more sex she and Lena had, the more she suddenly wanted. Getting inspiration, she pulled over to the side of the road, pulled out her phone and texted her wife. Or could it be called sexting?
The picture Lena immediately sent back answered that question. And Stef found herself suddenly wishing she'd worn that underwear her mother had bought her for Christmas. Checking the time Stef decided it was close enough to her lunch hour to call it in and do a bit of shopping.
That evening Stef and Lena wrapped up dinner in record time and caught each other's eyes as the kids were cleaning the table.
"You know. I'm beat. I think I'm going to head up and take a long bath," Stef said.
"Really?" Lena asked. "I was just going to head up as well. I've got a ton of reports I need to finish reading before my meetings tomorrow."
The moms left and Callie immediately smacked Mariana with her dishtowel.
"Hey, what was that for?" Mariana asked.
"Putting these thoughts in my head."
"Oh, you think they're going upstairs to do it?" Mariana asked with a grin.
"Do what?" Jesus asked.
"Have sex, idiot." Mariana replied and took her turn smacking him with her own dishtowel.
"Hey, why would you put that thought in my head?"
"She started it," Mariana defended, pointing towards Callie.
"Oh no, that's only because you…" Callie slowly started backing away from her siblings as glee filled their eyes and they both started rolling up their respective dishtowels.
"Get her," Jesus declared. And the chase was on.
Stef and Lena heard the sound of the chase from the comfort of their shared bath and sighed.
"Do you think we should do something about that?" Lena asked.
"They won't actually kill each other," Stef replied picking up the washcloth and gently scrubbing Lena's back. A loud crash caused them both to wince.
"Did you lock the door?" Stef asked.
"Of course." Lena replied.
"Excellent. Where was I?" Stef asked as she dipped the washcloth lower.
Day Eight
Since Stef worked four 10s, Friday was her standard day off. She figured now or never and after showering well after Lena had left for work, slipped into the her new purchase and snapped a pic before hopping into her jeans and tossing a t-shirt on to cover up. Then, before she could dissuade herself, she texted the pic to her wife and went about her day.
Lena was stuck in a meeting with her boss and Timothy, arguing over the budget for the new school year and wishing she could will herself away. And then her phone lit up and she caught a brief glimpse of her wife's picture on her locked home screen.
Unable to resist, Lena picked up her phone to see the pic in full. Grinning to herself she quickly texted her wife back.
"Lena, Lena, can you back me up on this?"
Lena looked up, startled as the eyes of both her colleagues stared back at her. She coughed and grabbed a quick glass of water.
"Oh, I'm sorry, but I agree with Timothy. I absolutely think we should open this school up to a more diverse student body. My daughter Callie has commented to me on multiple occasions that the kids here come across as a bit spoiled. And entitled."
Monte looked startled while Timothy smiled triumphantly.
Lena left work at the earliest opportunity and raced home, thrilled that she'd managed to arrive to a more or less empty house as the kids' car was gone. Seeking out her wife she caught her rooting around in the pantry to prepare dinner and pounced.
Stef jerked as Lena's arms wrapped around her from behind and immediately started pulling up her t-shirt.
"Lena," Stef chastised, attempting to tug it back down as she looked around for one of their numerous kids.
"Come on woman, show me," Lena growled, biting down softly on Stef's earlobe and Stef caved.
"That's not fair," she argued weakly as Lena eagerly stretched Stef's top at the neckline to draw it down her shoulders and reveal the ridiculously scandalous red bustier top.
"Your boobs look amazing," Lena marveled.
"That was kind of the point," Stef replied, helplessly, wishing there was a damn lock on the pantry door. Lena didn't seem to care as she plucked one of Stef's breasts out of her top and took the nipple into her mouth. Stef fell back helplessly into the shelves, knocking a couple of cans onto the floor at the same time the pantry door was thrown open.
Stef caught a bunch of Lena's hair in her hand and held her down for dear life when Lena tried to jerk away. That beautiful head of hair was the only thing keeping her modesty somewhat preserved.
"Close the door!" Stef shouted at the same time it slammed shut.
Stef released her death grip and soothed it down as Lena stood back up and rubbed her head while Stef tucked herself back together and looked around the room.
"So, we've got a lot of supplies here. Think we can just hunker down for oh, a couple of months or so?"
Jesus meanwhile had stormed outside to the garage where Mariana and Brandon were practicing.
"It isn't natural," Jesus declared.
"What's not natural?" Brandon asked.
"Old people having sex."
"Oh, Mr. Nesbitt's at it again? You'd think he'd learn to close the drapes," Brandon replied not terribly interested.
"I wish it had been Mr. Nesbitt," Jesus sighed.
"He's talking about the moms," Mariana offered.
"They're not…" Brandon began, but Mariana nodded her head sagely and Jesus joined in.
"Oh, they most definitely were. In the pantry." Jesus said. And the latter sounded like his moms had single handedly destroyed his favorite thing.
Dinner that night was entertaining to say the least, as Jesus for once seemed less than enthusiastic about eating.
"Honey, you don't like the chicken?" Lena asked, concern evident. A concern that was met by giggles and snorts from around the table.
Stef willed back the blush as she put on her best parental face, "Would someone like to share the joke?"
"I think you may have ruined food for Jesus," Jude finally offered up politely. Stef did her best to maintain a straight face, but one look at Jesus' forlorn expression was too much.
Stef laughed and got out of her chair and hugged her son tight. "Oh you poor baby. Just think of all the things you'll be able to tell your psychiatrist some day."
That evening, Stef was stripping off her clothes in their closet when Lena entered their bedroom and resolutely locked the door behind her.
"Seriously?" Stef asked her wife. Because after that debacle, all Stef wanted was to throw on her comfortable flannels and crawl into bed.
"Seriously," Lena stated confidently.
"You're really in the mood after all that?"
"I think all that is right in front of me," Lena replied with a smile as she walked over to her wife and kissed her softly then ran her finger delicately down the red bodice top.
"I love that you wore this for me," Lena said.
Stef glanced down at her chest. "The girls do look pretty good don't they?" she joked.
"Oh they most definitely do." Lena agreed.
Day Nine
Saturday morning Lena took Callie and Mariana shopping for new school clothes while Stef took the boys for the same. Divide and conquer as it were. Halfway through the day, as Mariana dragged them to what felt like the hundredth store, Callie was very much wishing she had chosen to go with the guys. But Mariana had assured her it would be 'fun.'
'This isn't fun Mariana, it's torture."
"Come on. Mama's always a softer touch on clothes than Mom. And this would look so cute on you," Mariana held up a blue crop top with a light bit of fringe and Callie grabbed it from her and shoved it back on the rack.
"Yeah, if I were a stripper."
"Hey, from what I've heard, it's a great way to pay your way through college."
Callie just looked at Mariana.
"Maybe not a great way, but strippers are people too."
"Yes they are," Lena stated firmly as she caught up to her daughters. "But the wonderful thing about clothes is that we get to wear whatever makes us feel good about ourselves." Lena added.
Callie looked at Lena, who was, as usual, impeccably dressed in skinny jeans, a brown and white flowing see-through blouse with a light brown tank underneath, polished off with a chunky belt, necklace and matching earrings. Callie knew that she could shop for clothes for years and never come close to putting one outfit together that looked half as good.
"I just want to be comfortable," Callie replied. Because seriously, the amount of time and energy Mariana spent on all of this was exhausting. Maybe she should care more, but she just didn't.
"Then comfort it is," Lena replied easily as she looked through the rack of clothes and grabbed a couple of thing she thought Callie might like while also slipping the top Mariana had admired into her own pile. Stef had surprised her yesterday. Maybe it was time for her to return the favor.
"Honey, are you planning to come out tonight?" Stef shouted to her wife.
"In a minute," Lena replied from behind the doors of their bathroom.
Stef sighed. She sat in the chair by their bed where Lena had instructed her to sit before she'd headed into the bathroom to change. Actually, she'd instructed Stef to put on her uniform first. Which she'd done with an ever so slightly raised brow. That had been at least 30 minutes ago and Stef had almost nodded off twice.
She wanted to be excited for whatever her wife was planning. She really, really did. But she'd spent all day shopping with three very different teenage boys. Brandon wanted his fancy old man shirts and skinny jeans, Jude's choices reminded her of what the boys had worn when she was back in junior high except he was very particular about materials and sourcing, and Jesus just wanted shorts and t-shirts and food, not necessarily in that order. All she wanted right now was bed and precious, precious sleep. But alas, she had to have sex first.
The lights to their room suddenly dimmed and Stef jerked her head to their bedroom door where her wife had materialized, hip cocked, dressed in a short trench coat, stockings and a pair of stilettos.
Okay, maybe she wasn't that tired, Stef realized.
The music was soft, but the beat was immediately recognizable. And Lena was working it. No subtle winks or goofy grins to pull from the mood, just languid sex. She suddenly felt like a bit of a stranger. An incredible, gorgeous stranger, and Stef was definitely getting the Fever.
Lena let the music consume her. She avoided eye contact with her wife as she untied her trench and let it slip lazily off her shoulders, pooling at her feet. She kicked it aside and dressed only in simple black lace underwear, her garter belt and stockings on full display, she undulated to the music.
Stef watched, entranced. She knew her wife loved to dance, but this uninhibited display was a step beyond anything she'd seen from her before. When Lena finally began strutting closer to Stef, she caught herself holding her breath. And then Lena stopped a foot in front of her.
"Officer, you know the rules?" Lena asked.
"For what?"
"A lap dance."
Stef nodded. There was only one real rule, no touching.
Lena smiled. And then she straddled her wife's lap, feeling the coarse material of Stef's pants chafe ever so slightly as she rocked to the music. Lena leaned forward, hands resting on the backs of her knees and brushed her breasts against her wife's mouth. She felt Stef's lips ghost over a lace covered nipple and immediately leaned back.
"You said you knew the rules," Lena chastised.
"Aren't all rules made to be broken?" Stef asked.
But Lena wasn't quite ready for the game to end. She reached down and gathered Stef's hands and lifted them over her head, holding them to the back of the chair. Stef didn't object. She loved it when Lena took charge.
"Is kissing against the rules?" Stef asked as her wife's mouth was tantalizing close in this position.
"Yes," Lena replied even as she leaned in closer and closer until they were just a breath apart.
"That's too bad," Stef whispered. And Lena was so close she could feel Stef's lips forming the words. Lena continued to hold Stef's hands down and slowly worked her hips to the beat of the music. Her nerve endings had caught fire and her lips were pulsing softly in anticipation. She finally looked deep into her wife's eyes, dark with desire, but filled with surrender, awaiting Lena's next move.
The kiss, when it came, was a mere brushing of lips. And it felt incredible. Lena repeated it once and then a second time before trailing her lips lightly down Stef's jawline and back up. And then she let Stef's hands go so she could grab onto the back of her head and kiss her deep.
Stef, hands finally free, wasted no time. She reached down and hooked her fingers in Lena's underwear and slowly tugged it down as far as she could.
"Take them off," Stef ordered. And Lena quickly did before rejoining her, still clad in her garter belt and bra. Stef wrapped her arms under her wife's ass and stood up, Lena's legs wrapped securely around her waist for the few steps it took to make it to their bed. Rather than lay her down, Stef sat on the edge of the bed, Lena still on her lap, legs spread out behind her as Stef slowly leaned back and pulled Lena along with her, until she was straddling Stef's face and Stef pulled her down and consumed her.