Ughhhh, Lena thinks to herself, I fully support a citizen's responsibility to serve, but this is getting ridiculous. She checks her cell phone for the time, and sees that she's received a message from her wife.
Stef: How's it going, love? Still in jury limbo?
Lena smiles to herself, knowing her wife is in about the same boat and glad to share in some mutual distraction. She responds.
Lena: Seems like forever. What I wouldn't give to be at the grocery store right now. Or the post office. Hell, even the DMV. At least then I'd be getting something done.
Stef: Well, it's not all bad. At least today we've got time to talk to each other without anyone interrupting.
Lena: True. So, how's your day going? Still waiting on honorable judge golfy-pants?
Stef: Lol, you guessed it. Apparently he couldn't bear to give up his final three holes (his words!)
Lena: That's just too easy. I wonder if they'll be giving us lunch soon. I hope so. I didn't pack anything.
Stef: Usually they'll give you all a break to head down to the cafeteria and a voucher that's enough for about a cup of coffee.
Lena: Joy. Nutritious and delicious.
Stef: Unless you'd rather enjoy something else…
Lena: What did you have in mind, officer?
Stef: Maybe a little private interrogation in an empty, locked room I may or may not be aware of.
Lena: Well, Mrs. Adams-Foster, it certainly seems like you've given this some thought.
Stef: Oh baby, I've given it more than some. 12:30, second floor, room 4.
Lena: I'll be the one sprinting up the steps.
12:25…she watches the minutes tick by…12:27…this is excruciating…12:29. Suddenly an officer walks to the clerk at the head of the room they're being held in and whispers something to her, handing over a paper.
Clearing her throat, the clerk drones out, "Jurors number 12, 17, and 21, the court thanks you for your service, but you are excused for the remainder of these proceedings." Lena looks down at the card in her hand, which reads '18'. So close. The woman continues, "All the rest of you are excused for a period of one hour for lunch. You are to report back here no later than 1:30 PM. If you are late you will be held in contempt of court. You may pick up a meal voucher on your way out, which can be used in the cafeteria downstairs. I'll see you all in an hour." With that, she leaves as the officer who'd come in stands guard behind her desk.
Lena gathers her things and heads straight out the door, not stopping for a voucher as she knows she won't need one for the lunch she's planning on consuming. Making a beeline for the staircase as soon as the pack has made its way through the bottleneck of the doorway and subsequent hallway, she breaks away from the rest in her quest to head upwards while everyone else heads down. She had been playing up her desire for Stef in their messages, but hadn't realized just how desperate she was to see her wife until she finds herself taking the stairs two at a time. Arriving at her destination, she pauses to take a few deep breaths and hopefully allay the panting she is certain will make her seem much more wanton than she cares to appear right off the bat. Once her breathing has evened out, she twists the doorknob gingerly before stepping into the darkened room and locking the door behind her.
Stef, already inside, hadn't wanted to draw any attention to the room, and had left it dark by design, but now the practicality of such a measure seemed to diminish as she watched her wife walk blindly into the space to which her own eyes had already adjusted. "Follow my voice," Stef guides, watching as Lena stretches her long, lithe arms outward, trying to feel her way along. Just as she's about to walk into the back of a chair, Stef tells her to freeze and she obeys. The blonde sidles up behind her and slides her hands up her wife's form, starting at her hips.
As nimble fingers work their way up her chest, Lena leans back into her wife, reaching her own hands around to grab the tight, firm ass she knows is hidden beneath starched uniform dress pants. They moan together, voices creating a harmony of pleasure that builds and stirs within them. Just as Stef's hands dip down under the top of her blouse, Lena (whose eyes have finally adjusted to the darkness) begins to walk them both over toward the desk at the far side of the room, directing Stef with the hands still palming her ass. When they reach their destination, Lena turns in her wife's embrace, much to the blonde's chagrin at having lost physical contact, and sits on the edge of the desk. She immediately pulls Stef closer by wrapping both legs around her waist and drawing her in for a searing kiss.
Stef, caught off-guard by the sudden tug, slams her hands onto the desk to catch her balance, hurting her wrist in the process. In pain, she bites down, not realizing until it's too late that it's Lena's lip between her teeth and not her own. She pulls back in order to apologize, but Lena silences her with an even more ravenous kiss, which continues on down her neck as the brunette nimbly undoes button after button until she feels her shirt being pushed backward off her shoulders. After regaining her balance fully, Stef wraps her hands around Lena's waist and lifts her shirt up over her head, tossing it aside before raking her nails down her wife's back. As the sudden fierceness of the touch, Lena arches further into Stef and rolls her hips forward, bringing their centers ever closer. She reaches down and tugs at Stef's belt with a whimper, her lips closing around one of Stef's hardened nipples while her hands tug the cop's bra down to her waist.
Stef gets the message and removes her belt, dropping her pants as well until she's standing in nothing but her underwear between her wife's legs, still far too well concealed under her skirt. Lightly grazing her fingertips up the brunette's thighs, Stef grabs hold of Lena's panties and glides them down her legs as Lena leans back onto her elbows to afford some leverage. Stef bends to kiss her way back up her lover's leg, hands pushing material out of the way as her tongue languidly draws near her pulsing destination.
Lena spreads her legs further for her wife, but longs to touch her at the same time, so she grabs hold of the blonde's face just as it's making its way toward certain ecstasy. She catches blazing blue eyes, wild with passion, and wordlessly conveys her desire. The blonde stands and removes her underwear, deftly climbing up onto the desk and settling herself above her wife, affording them each unbridled access to each other. They align themselves perfectly before simultaneously satiating their thirsts for one another. Lips caress, tongues swirl, fingers spread, and moans surge through electrified bodies. Each of them is aware of the time constraints they're under, but nothing matters in this moment than the two of them and the pleasure they're sharing. As hips begin to buck and motions become more and more jerky, each woman lays one final siege before they both come undone in a whirlwind of spasms, gasps, and groans.
Heaving breathlessly, they lie atop the desk for a few moments, delighting in the afterglow of what was surely one of the most passionate engagements they've had. Stef finally summons the strength to climb down onto still-unsteady legs, and turns to lean over her wife. Placing a tender kiss on her lips, she sighs deeply. "How in the world did I ever get so lucky?"
"I keep asking myself that same question," Lena replies, cradling the blonde's face momentarily before sitting up. "By the way, I never thought to ask before: whose office is this, anyway?"
"Judge Donnelly's," Stef replies with a smirk, grabbing her clothes and beginning to redress.
"What?!" Lena whisper-shouts, jumping off the desk and searching around for her discarded items. "You mean the judge who's presiding over your trial? The one who could show up any minute from his golf game?!"
"Hah, no, love," Stef responds, reaching out for her frazzled wife. "The one who called in sick for the day. I happen to have it on good authority that she's attending a baseball game with her boyfriend."
"And how, pray tell, would you know that," Lena asks incredulously, though calming slightly.
"I was here for a meeting with her last week when she spilled her briefcase and I picked them up for her. She promised to lend me her office for the afternoon if I didn't rat her out because she hadn't been able to officially take the day off on such short notice," Stef says, smirking while tucking her shirt back in.
"Well, well, aren't you just full of the best surprises," Lena says, sauntering over to her now fully dressed wife and straightening her badge. She lays the lightest kiss on her lips before pulling back to whisper against her ear, "thank you."
"It was my pleasure, love," Stef says, holding the brunette tighter in her embrace. "Though, I do love it when we can share that pleasure. It's been a while since we've been able to do that at the same time."
"I know," says Lena, pulling back to look the blonde in the eye, "but mixing it up like this definitely helps." They kiss once more before pulling apart and giving their outfits final once-overs. "What time is it?" Lena asks.
"Umm," Stef looks down at her watch, "exactly 1:25 on the nose. We made it!"
"Great," Lena says, slightly less enthusiastic. "Not that I didn't enjoy my lunch immensely, but I do wish I'd thought to at least bring a granola bar or something with me this morning." Her stomach growls, as if on cue.
"Lucky for you, you're married to one of the sexiest cops on the force…who also happens to know where a certain judge hides a box of protein bars in her desk for just such an occasion," Stef says, pulling open the bottom drawer of the desk they'd just recently dismounted. Procuring a bar and passing it to her wife, she laughs at the look of unease on the brunette's face. "What?"
"I just never pictured Judge Donnelly as the do-it-on-the-desk kind of woman. Or in any sexual scenarios, for that matter, and I think I liked it better that way," Lena responded with a slight shudder.
"I meant in the instance of forgetting to pack lunch, sweets, but good to know the thought of another woman naked repulses you that much," Stef jokes, kissing her wife's temple on her way toward the door. She peeks through the blinds and then turns back to Lena. "The coast is clear. We should both have time to get back if we go now. I love you, and I'll see you at home tonight." With that, she leaves and Lena hustles after her, closing the door behind both of them.
Lena arrives back at the jury holding room with a few seconds to spare and slips into her seat before unwrapping the protein bar. The clerk closes the door before taking a roll call. When Lena responds with a full mouth, the clerk asks her to kindly finish the lunch she was supposed to have finished before re-entering the room. She swallows, apologizes, and spends the rest of the session day-dreaming about that perfect lunch.