Home Sweet Home
"Where are you taking me?" Stef asks from the passenger seat of Lena's dark silver Subaru Legacy.
"It's a surprise." Lena says, as if that was a satisfactory answer to Stef's question.
"Are we in Mission Bay?" Stef inquires, looking out her window. "Why are we in Mission Bay?"
"Don't you trust me?" Lena chuckles at her wife's actions. Lena was honestly surprised that Stef even let her drive. When it came to heteronormative traditions, Stef was self-professed the "man" in their relationship.
"Of course I trust you." Stef says as Lena pulls the car over to the side of the road in a quaint Mission Bay neighborhood in front of a large craftsman style house with an "Open House" sign out front.
"Don't be mad, but I saw this house for sale in the paper and it's so beautiful." Lena tells her wife, twisting in the driver's seat to face her wife.
"A house?" Stef says, confused.
"I know we haven't talked about it but do we really want to be in that apartment forever?" Lena continues.
"Don't you think it's a little big?" Stef asks, craning her neck to get a better look at the suburban home.
"Just four bedrooms." Lena says. "We'd be able to have all our family over at once. Wouldn't that be nice?"
"If you say so." Stef chuckles, picturing Lena's parents and her own mother staying under the same roof.
Deciding to humor her wife's crazy idea, Stef follows Lena into the craftsman style house. The first thing Stef notices is the immaculate wood work that starts in the front entryway and continues throughout the entire house. Lena drags the blonde woman into the kitchen, babbling about the antique stove and the view of the backyard from the apron style sink. On the kitchen counter, there are flyers with information about the house. Stef takes one and her heart drops.
"Lena, honey, there's no way we'll be able to afford this house." Stef gently tells her wife.
"We can swing it. We've been saving so much money by staying in the apartment." Lena appeals.
"We haven't saved up this much money. And what about the mortgage? I just don't think we'll be able to do it." It pains Stef to be the bearer of bad news. And even more so when her bubbly wife visually deflates in front of her.
"I'm sorry, love." Stef says, pulling Lena in for a hug. "We can look at other places if you still want to buy a house." She offers.
A few days later, Lena walks through the door of their apartment, having just hung up with her parents on the phone. Stef was standing in their tiny, windowless kitchen - making dinner with dishes they would have to wash by hand tonight. Ever since seeing the craftsman house in Mission Bay, everything about their apartment reminded her how much nicer that house is.
"Hey, baby." Stef greets her wife as the curly haired woman comes up behind her at the stove.
"Hi." Lena says, presses a tender kiss to Stef's cheek as she wraps her arms around the shorter woman's waist. "So I talked to my parents." She says tentatively. She hopes that Stef won't be angry with her. Maybe she should have talked to her wife before asking her parents. But she just wants this beautiful craftsman house so much.
"About?" Stef asks, stirring a pot on the stove.
"About the house we looked at over the weekend." Lena says, biting her lower lip nervously.
"Oh?" Stef replies, her eyebrows showing her surprise, as she turns to face Lena.
"They offered to give me my inheritance early." Lena tells her. "For the down payment."
"Oh, love, that doesn't change the mortgage." Stef says gently.
"We can swing it. I know we can." Lena tells her, her voice taking on more joy than Stef has heard since they looked at the house. "Please, please, please, please, please." Lena begs, closing the space between them so that their lips are almost touching. Stef studies her wife's pleading eyes. Lena has never begged her for anything like this before.
"Okay." Stef reluctantly agrees. She isn't completely convinced that this is the best idea. But how could she deny her gorgeous queen something she so desperately wants.
"Really?" Lena practically squeals. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" She pulls Stef in for a hug, jumping up and down in excitement.
"How do I keep letting you talk me into helping you move?" Mike asks Stef as he places yet another box in the kitchen of the beautiful, craftsman style house.
"Because I bribe you with beer!" Stef tells him with a chuckle.
"Oh, yeah, that!" Mike laughs, heading back out to the moving truck for more boxes. Lena had wanted to hire professional movers, but Stef insisted that she and Mike - and a few other rookies from the station - would be able to handle it all themselves.
While Stef puts Lena to work unpacking the kitchen boxes, the blonde cop and her coworkers begin bringing in the big furniture. They didn't have much as far as big furniture - their bed and dressers, a couch and a coffee table, and a small kitchen table. Lena had already begun looking around at furnishings for the rest of the house.
"Thank you guys so much." Stef says gratefully to her coworkers, pulling beers from the fridge as Lena placed slices of pizza onto paper plates. Pizza and beer was the least the two women could give their helpers for saving them a load of money on professional movers.
"This is such a nice house." Sam Morgan, the rookie cop who idolized Stef, says as she sips at her beer. Sam was the only other out lesbian at the fifth precinct, along with Stef. The young cop had taken an instant liking to Stef once she learned that the blonde was also a lesbian. Most of the time, Stef found the excitable rookie annoying but she had to admit that she felt flattered by the extra attention.
"I am exhausted." Stef says as she collapses onto their couch in their new living room. The blonde woman had to admit that, despite her reservations, it felt nice to own their own home. The many windows throughout the house brought in natural light that their small apartment had definitely lacked. And despite the many boxes still strewn throughout the house, it felt more homey than their apartment had.
"Too exhausted to christen the house?" Lena asks seductively as she straddles her wife on the couch.
"Mmm, I could never be too exhausted for that." Stef smiles, her hands instantly going to rest on Lena's slender hips. Lena brings her lips down to meet Stef's in a fiery, passionate kiss - her hands beginning to undo the buttons of her green, plaid shirt. The curly haired woman pushes the green shirt off of Stef's shoulders as the blonde woman's fingers ghost beneath her own flowy top. Stef's fingers light her skin afire as they trail from her bellybutton to the small of her back.
Stef moans into their kiss as Lena's fingers release the clasp of her bra, freeing her full breasts. The caramel skinned woman runs her thumbs over Stef's rose colored nipples, the sensitive buds hardening beneath her lover's touch. Stef trails her fingers up to the clasp of Lena's bra, undoing it and tossing the garment to the floor of their new living room. As Lena's lips move down her neck, Stef massages her wife's breasts - pulling and tugging on her dark brown nipples.
"Stef." Lena gasps, her breath hot in the blonde woman's ear. She can feel Lena moving her hips, trying to find some kind of friction between the two of them. Stef's hands leave Lena's perky breasts and go to the button of her jeans. Lena's breath hisses in as Stef's index finger makes contact with her swollen clit, making her legs tremble at the surprising pleasure. Stef runs her finger down Lena's slit, gathers some wetness from her core, and brings her finger back up to circle her sensitive clit.
"I want to touch you, too." Lena says, her breathing quick with pleasure, as she undoes the button and zipper of Stef's jeans.
"Shit, Lena." Stef gasps as the curly haired woman rolls her clitoris between her thumb and index finger. The maneuver sends electrical shocks of pleasure and pain through the blonde woman's body. Spurred on by Lena's fingers in her own pants, Stef presses her finger harder against her wife's clit. The two women rub each other's most sensitive spots, their moans of pleasure filling their new home, until their bodies are quaking against each other as they reach their climaxes together.
"Holy shit, babe. You wore me out." Stef gasps, her breathing hard and her pale skin slick with sweat.
"Well, you better get ready. We still have quite a few rooms to christen tonight." Lena whispers huskily into her wife's ear, nibbling gently.
"Yes, ma'am." Stef complies.
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