Author's Note: Pure fluff, just because. Also some smut, just to see if I could. Let me know what you think, but be gentle. I've never written smut before. Also, notice the changed rating. Enjoy.
Stephanie frantically texts DJ as soon as she's hung up the phone with Deanna:
Please tell me you don't need my help with the kids this weekend. Or if you do, please tell me you can figure out a backup plan in the next five minutes.
DJ texts back a few seconds later:
Ummmm… I don't think I need you. Kimmy's available as far as I know. What's going on? Everything okay? Do you need to talk?
Stef's texts back from her room two stories below:
Everything's great! I just really need to see Deanna this weekend.
We just had this really amazing talk and I just really really need to see her ASAP
DJ laughs at her sister's obvious glee and replies:
We'll manage without you, somehow. As long as you promise to let me meet your girl soon. ;-)
Stephanie smiles, so grateful to be able to be honest with her sister about this huge part of her life.
I can't wait for you, and everyone else, to meet her. Hopefully it'll be sooner than you think.
DJ's response is nearly instantaneous:
Woo! That must've been some talk. You two are really serious then? We'll need to talk about some stuff before she can meet everyone, but I am very happy that you have someone, Stef.
Choosing to put aside whatever DJ is trying to imply with the latter portion of the text, Stephanie sends back:
Thanks Deej. We'll talk more when I get back, I promise.
Stephanie next texts Deanna the good news, and the two make some rapid travel arrangement decisions. Once that is all set, Stef texts Dea:
Babe, I want you so badly right now. Want to set up our Skypes for a little fun before we go to bed? ;-)
Deanna takes a couple minutes to respond:
As much as I'd love nothing more than to see you give me a strip tease over Skype right now, gorgeous, I'm already running around the loft like a crazy person making sure I've got everything ready for tomorrow. Then I've got to get up early to do a couple work things before I have to pick you up from the airport. And you've got a crazy early flight! I wouldn't want some much needed but not nearly as satisfying as the real thing sexy times to make you miss your alarm, and thus your flight and thus the real thing.
Stef groans:
Ugh, I hate when you're right. Fine. Guess I'll have to take care of this little issue without you. ;-)
Then quickly follows with:
Just kidding. I'll suffer through tonight. It'll make tomorrow that much more amazing, even if I'm jittery through my whole flight and attack you in the airport bathroom. :-)
Deanna is loving this whole exchange far more than she should while cleaning her kitchen:
You're seriously going to kill me one of these days, woman. Get some sleep. Don't you dare miss your flight.
And I'm holding you to that airport bathroom thing, btw.
Early the next morning, Stephanie tries to sneak past a bleary eyed Jackson getting a glass of water.
"What are you doing up at the butt-crack of dawn, Aunt Stephanie? Last time we saw you before 11am, you almost murdered Max for trying to give you a kiss on the cheek."
Laughing quietly, Stephanie says, "Jackson, only because I'm super happy and trying super hard to not be late, I'm going to not scold you for your language. Just don't say it around your mom, promise?"
Jackson is confused. "Of course, Aunt Stef, but what are you talking about. Why do you have a suitcase? Are you leaving us?" With each question, Jackson's voice gets progressively louder and more concerned.
Stef rushes over to cover his mouth. "Listen, Jackson, your mom will explain more later, I promise. I'm not leaving-leaving. Just going away for the weekend. I'll be back Monday night."
Still slightly confused, but starting to get tired again, Jackson says, "Okay…where are you going?"
Getting agitated as she's now gotten three reminder texts from the Uber waiting out front, Stef says, "I'm going to Chicago, bud. I promise your mom will explain more when she wakes up. But I really gotta go now or I'll miss my flight and then you'll wish you were just dealing with grouchy-morning-Stephanie…"
Chuckling at her nephew's grimace, Stephanie grabs her bag and races out the kitchen door, blowing a kiss over her shoulder at her still-stunned and confused nephew.
Just after 11:30 CST, Deanna is waiting anxiously just outside security at O'Hare. Stephanie's flight landed ten minutes ago, so she's holding her breath every time she sees a streak of blonde hair rounding the corner.
Stephanie, meanwhile, is pissing off dozens of other travelers as she nearly sprints down the long airport corridors, colliding her carry on suitcase into anything and everyone that doesn't get out of her way. Stef purposely wore the scoop neck tank top with sexy strips cut all across the back that she knows is Deanna's favourite. It was formerly a t-shirt from the merch table for the band they went to see the first time they got together. Deanna had to pay her cousin to go see them in northern Virginia just to get the shirt. The band was up and coming, but apparently wasn't very tech savvy as they didn't list any of their merchandise, other than their albums, online. Once Dea got the shirt, she altered it into a scoop neck tank with a nearly open back that she knew Stef would love. She gave it to Stephanie on their three month anniversary, and she loved how sexy Stef looked in it.
They catch each other's eyes at exactly the same moment, and they each have to use every ounce of self-control they have to not sprint past airport security and into each other's arms. As it is, they make every conservative passerby cringe and everyone else just blush when they finally reach each other.
Stephanie feels like she can finally breathe again when Deanna wraps her strong arms around her. She squeezes Deanna as close to her as she can possibly get and just breaths in her intoxicating scent of firewood and nutmeg. Deanna squeezes back just as hard at first, and then begins peppering kisses all up and down Stephanie's neck, as her hands move slowly under Steph's jacket, splaying her fingers over the skin of Steph's back. Stef pulls back just enough to turn her head towards Deanna's. Their lips finally meet and the ember that had been sparked by their conversation the night before suddenly has all the oxygen and fuel it needs to burn the whole airport down.
After merely seconds, lips are not enough. They need to taste one another. Stephanie sticks her tongue out, begging for permission she knows will be immediately granted. They twirl their tongues together slowly, relishing the feelings and the tastes. Stephanie pulls on the back of Deanna's neck, trying to get her ever closer. Deanna has just enough awareness left to hear the chorus of coughs and murmurs of disapproval coming from multiple directions. She gives Stephanie's tongue one more sensuous swirl before pulling away.
"I bet you need to use the bathroom after that long flight, yeah?" Deanna asks, not even trying to contain her grin.
Still breathing heavily, Stephanie just nods, grabs the handle of her suitcase again with one hand, and allows Deanna to lead her to the nearest restroom by the other.
Although normally Deanna would grumble at any able-bodied person using a handicapped stall when there are plenty of other stalls free, she makes an exception this one time, knowing that she, Stephanie, and Stephanie's rolling suitcase won't fit into a single regular stall. So she takes a quick glance around to make sure no one is directly watching them as they enter, and pulls Stef into the stall, backing up to an empty space to the left of the toilet and beckoning Stephanie to come towards her, eyes glued to Stephanie's ample cleavage, now covered in a thin sheen of sweat only partly due to her run through the airport terminals. Not needing any more encouragement, Stephanie leaves her bag behind the door to further obstruct any view, and collides her body with her girlfriend's. For a few brief seconds, they just breath in each other's closeness. Stephanie picks Deanna's hands up and interlaces their fingers at shoulder level while they gaze into each other's eyes, every inch of their bodies connected, except their lips.
And then, as if on cue, their lips and tongues and teeth collide. This isn't sensuous, passionate, and slow like earlier. It is hungry and raw and absolutely dripping with sex. Deanna's hands drop to Stephanie's hips, squeezing momentarily before bringing her left hand up slowly along Stephanie's side, then around to cup her full breast through her shirt. Stephanie moans into the kiss and pulls Deanna's right leg up to hook it on her hip. Stef then traces the contours of Deanna's shapely legs with her nails until she reaches Dea's ass, which she squeezes, pulling their groans into glorious contact. They both moan a little too loudly and hear another occupant of the airport bathroom cough. This time, it is Stephanie who breaks out of the spell.
"As much as I want to fuck you up against this wall right now," she whispers into Deanna's ear, kissing her neck between every other word, "I think we should probably stop until we get home."
Groaning as she lowers her leg, Deanna says, "you're right." Leaning in to kiss Stephanie again, this time slow and sensual. Deanna pulls just a millimeter away and whispers, "Plus I really, really need to feel your wetness pressed up against mine." This time Stephanie closes the distance for another sensual kiss, tongues slowly swirling for just a few seconds. Deanna pulls away again, this time far enough for both of their eyes to focus, and whispers, "I want to look into your eyes as I make love to you." Dea rests her forehead against Stephanie's and finishes, "And we can't really do that in a bathroom stall, unfortunately."
With that, Stephanie pushes off from the wall behind Deanna with both hands, walks backwards to the stall door, not breaking eye contact with Deanna until she has her suitcase in one hand and has unlatched the stall door with the other. With a wink and a sinful sway to her hips, Stephanie turns and exits the stall, leaving Deanna's mouth dry as she rushes to follow after only a couple seconds to make sure the path is relatively clear.
Hand-in-hand, they make their way out to the parking garage to Deanna's waiting car. With her suitcase loaded in the trunk, Stephanie gets into the passenger seat and just stares at Deanna for a long minute before asking, "You purposely parked in an out of the way corner because you knew we'd make a scene or two in the airport and wanted to avoid another one in the parking garage, didn't you?"
Laughing heartily, Deanna just nods before grabbing Stephanie by the neck and pulling her in for another passionate kiss. Deanna pulls away for a second to mutter, "I missed you," before continuing to nibble on Stephanie's lower lip. Stephanie breaks away and starts kissing Deanna's neck, sticking her tongue out to flick over the most sensitive spots. "Mmmmm," Deanna hums. "I missed that." Stephanie pulls back to say, "I missed everything. Now let's hurry and get home so we can rediscover everything we've been missing." They kiss one last time, full of promise and expectation, before settling back into their respective seats, hands entwined once more.
