Cupid's Arrow
"Things have been going really well lately." Stef tells Dr. Fullman. "Living together is actually a lot easier than I thought it would be." It had been a month since Stef's last counseling appointment. She felt good. She felt like everything was going her way.
"And you met her parents over Christmas, yes?" Dr. Fullman asks.
"Yeah," Stef replies. "They welcomed me with open arms. There was no homophobia or awkwardness."
"Does that make you envious?" Dr. Fullman turns the conversation sharply in a different direction.
"Why would I be envious?" Stef counters. "Just because my father hasn't talked to me in three months. . ."
"Since you came out to him," Dr. Fullman says, scribbling notes into her secret notebook.
"He made his decision," Stef says bitterly. "He said his daughter couldn't be gay. But I'm gay. So I guess I'm not his daughter anymore." Tears sting the back of the blonde woman's eyes. She usually tried to actively not think about her father. Maybe, years from now, she'd be able to think about him and his rejection of her and not feel so upset. But for now, it still felt like a hot knife to her chest.
"Stef, you don't always have to be so strong. You know that, right?" Dr. Fullman says with a more gentle voice than usual, looking up from the notebook in her lap.
"Lena says the same thing," Stef avoids the question.
"Do you believe it when she says it?" Dr. Fullman continues.
"I guess," Stef shrugs, staring at her crossed legs.
"We're out of time for today. But Stef, before our next appointment, I want you to work on letting yourself be more vulnerable with people that you trust. Holding everything in all the time isn't healthy. You have people that love and care about you. Let them help you."
Sweat trickled down the blonde's neck as she stands at the stove, trying to stir three different pots all at once. It was Stef and Lena's first Valentine's day as a couple. It was also Stef's first Valentine's day with a significant significant other - and she was terrified of screwing it up. It had worked out that Stef was off today so she could prepare a luxurious meal for Lena who wouldn't be home until six tonight due to a PTA meeting.
Stef was trying to make pasta primavera - one of Lena's favorite dishes. But the sauce wasn't thickening the way the recipe said it would. And Stef was on her second pot of pasta - having overcooked the first batch into a mushy mess. The only thing she hadn't managed to screw up were the vegetables - but that was only because all she had done so far with them was chop them up. Lena was by far the better cook in the relationship. Stef so desperately wanted to make her girlfriend a nice meal and provide her with a relaxing evening. But nothing was going as planned - and six p.m. was getting closer and closer.
"Honey, I'm home!" Lena calls as she walks through the door of their apartment. Their apartment. Lena would never get over that. She loved waking up next to Stef each morning and going to sleep next to her every night. "It smells good in here!" The curly haired woman compliments as she catches the scent of garlic and fresh vegetables. "Do you need any help?"
"Absolutely not," Stef tells the darker skinned woman. "I want you to go into the bedroom and relax until I call you for dinner."
"Are you sure?" Lena asks wearily, kissing Stef's cheek. She knew that Stef was not a very confident cook, and didn't want her to be too stressed out.
"One hundred percent." Stef replies adamantly. "Now go." Lena concedes, shutting herself in their master bedroom and changing out of her vice principal clothes. Once in jeans and an olive colored tank top, Lena settles herself on the bed and pulls out a book from her nightstand drawer.
Almost an hour later, Lena is beginning to get worried about Stef. Putting down her book and listening closely, she hears the banging of pots and pans through the bedroom door. The shrill screaming of the smoke detector and a muffled "dammit" forces Lena off the bed and into the kitchen. Smoke is pouring from one of the pans on the stove. The floor is adorned with a pan and splotches of sauce. Through the annoying beeping of the smoke detector, Lena can hear Stef's sobs.
The curly haired woman quickly removes the battery from the smoke detector to cease its beeping before rushing into the kitchen. There, she finds Stef, in the far corner of the kitchen, face in her hands, sobs racking through her body. Lena's heart breaks in her chest. She removes the smoking pan from the stove and turns off the burners before sitting herself next to Stef, wrapping her arms around the shaking woman.
"Hey, everything is okay." Lena whispers into Stef's ear.
"I. . ." sob ". . .just . . ." sob ". . . wanted. . ." Stef's breath begins sawing in and out of her chest. The blonde woman feels like she can't catch her breath. Her heart is racing in her chest. Her pale skin is flushed deep pink.
"Stef, you're okay." Lena continues trying to soothe her girlfriend. She isn't sure if Stef has ever had an anxiety attack before, but she thinks that this might be one. "I'm right here. Everything is okay. I've got you."
"Lena," Stef whispers through her sobs, hot tears streaming down her face. Slowly, her breathing begins to normalize. "I just wanted it to be perfect." The anxious woman buries her face into her girlfriend's shoulder.
"Shhhh," Lena strokes Stef's hair. "You're here. I'm here. It's already perfect."
"I just wanted to make you a nice dinner and give you a relaxing evening." Stef continues.
"Listen to me," Lena tells her girlfriend. "We're going to order pizza and have a wonderful evening together on the couch. Does that sound okay?" Stef mulls over Lena's suggestion in her head for a few minutes before nodding. It wasn't the most romantic plan in the world, but she trusted what Lena told her.
Half an hour later, their pizza arrives at the front door of the apartment. Lena places the pie on the dining room table while Stef pours them two glasses of Prosecco. That was the one part of the evening she had managed to not screw up. The beverage was perfectly chilled and bubbly.
"Happy Valentine's day," Lena tells her girlfriend, raising her glass.
"Happy Valentine's day," Stef smiles, clinking her glass with Lena's. Stef watches as a devilish look glints in Lena's chocolate brown eyes. "What?" Stef asks suspiciously. Lena doesn't answer her, at least not with words.
The curly haired beauty stands up and sits herself on Stef's lap, straddling her and capturing the blonde's lips into a passionate kiss. Stef moans into Lena's kiss, allowing her girlfriend's tongue entrance into her mouth. While their tongues duel for dominance, Lena's hands explore Stef's breasts through her clothing, grazing her thumbs over her hardening nipples. The blonde wraps her arms around her girlfriend, raking her nails down her slender back through her colorful top.
Lena's lips move to Stef's neck, sucking at the pulse point beneath her chin. Stef groans at the sensation, moving her hands to cup Lena's firm ass. Lena's nimble fingers go to the button's of Stef's gray plaid shirt, undoing them and exposing Stef's perfect breasts beneath. Carefully, she undoes the front clasp of Stef's bra. The willowy woman slides out of Stef's grasp, kneeling on the floor, her lips toying and teasing her newly freed nipples with her tongue.
"Oh, Lena," Stef groans, her fingers tangling into Lena's thick, curly hair. She can feel Lena smile against her breast, her lips sucking on her sensitive nipples. "Lena, fuck me, please." Stef begs, the heat inside her becoming too much to bear. In a flash, Stef's pants and underwear are pulled from her body and thrown to the side, completely forgotten.
Lena takes in the site of her gorgeous girlfriend, wet and ready for her, eyes ablaze with hunger. With a devilish smirk, the caramel skinned beauty buries her face into Stef's pussy, teasing her sensitive lips with her tongue and teeth. Stef's eyes roll into the back of her skull as Lena laps at her wetness, using it to lubricate her swollen clit. Stef's legs tremble at the pleasure Lena is giving her, she holds onto her curly hair for dear life.
"Lena, I'm so close." Stef pants, rocking her body against her girlfriend's face. Lena continues her attack on Stef's clit, running her tongue over it in alternating circles. With a loud grunt of warning, Stef's body quakes beneath Lena's touch.
"Oh my god," Stef gasps as she comes down from her orgasm. Lena kisses her way up to Stef's face.
"You are so sexy," Lena whispers against Stef's pink lips. With a low growl, Stef takes Lena into her arms and carries her to the countertop, where she quickly strips her girlfriend of all her clothing. The blonde woman pinches Lena's already hardened nipples, eliciting cries of pleasure from the gorgeous, curly haired woman. While her fingers continue on Lena's nipples, Stef presses searing hot kisses along her neck and chest. Lena can feel her wetness drip onto the counter below her.
"Stef," she moans. "I want you inside me." The caramel skinned woman begs, raking her nails down Stef's pale back. Grazing the skin of Lena's neck with her teeth, Stef positions two fingers at her girlfriend's soaking wet entrance. The heat there surprises even Stef.
"Please," Lena whimpers, trying to wiggle herself closer to Stef's poised fingers. Pressing her lips against Lena's passionately, Stef thrusts her fingers into her aching and waiting pussy. Stef pumps her fingers in and out of Lena with abandon, the heel of her palm slapping against her swollen clit.
"Oh, shit. Fuck, Stef, right there. Fuck me." Lena curses, which turns Stef on even further. Lena was typically so prim and proper. To hear her say something so dirty - well, it fueled something inside Stef she didn't even know was there. Stef dips her head to Lena's chest again, running her tongue over the stiff peaks of her lover's nipples. Lena wraps her legs around Stef's waist, holding the blonde woman as close to her as possible but still allowing her complete access to her body. Stef adjusts her hand so that, while her middle and index fingers are still pumping into Lena's pussy, her thumb can trace fast circles over her clitoris.
"Fuck," Lena swears as electricty shoots through her entire body, muscles spasming beneath Stef's touch. Stef pulls her hand from Lena's pussy and uses the countertop to hold herself up. Both women's chests are heaving up and down as they rest their foreheads against each others'.
"Best. Valentine's. Day. Ever." Lena pants.
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