Prompt: Lena and Stef get caught by one of the kids.

A/N: This prompt was perfect. It let me indulge in my own wish for the second half of the season that probably won't happen. Weeks ago I posted this on tumblr: "If I don't get to see Lena and Stef making out in the kitchen because they're giddy newlyweds and a kid walking in on it at least once I'm going to be very upset." I literally could not have gotten a more perfect prompt. Also, this went a totally different direction than I was planning but I think it worked out nicely.

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"Hey there, Mrs. Adams-Foster." Stef sauntered over to join her wife at the sink where she finished up the dishes from dinner. She had been standing in the door way watching her. As always, she admired her poise; the steady grace she naturally exuded. Stef loved the way it balanced her own sturdiness that could easily come across as unrefined. In fact, they differed in many ways that seemed to come together to make them each stronger than they would be individually. Lena's level-headedness to Stef's impetuous hot head. Her own sense of adventure to Lena's quiet reservation. They made each other better and that was something she was endlessly grateful for. And in the weeks since their wedding she'd been paying more attention to the qualities she had always loved most about her wife but that she had begun taking for granted as their lives fell into busy routine over the years.

"Thanks for cleaning up." She kissed Lena's temple before grabbing a towel and drying the first of a stack of clean plates.

"Thank you for making dinner tonight. I'm sorry I got home so late."

"It's fine, sweetheart. How was your meeting?"

"A joke," Lena answered, her curls bouncing as she shook her head in frustration. "We got nothing accomplished because two of the board members wouldn't stop bickering over an issue that didn't even need to discussed tonight! Which of course means we have to have another meeting next week. I just wish they'd start acting like adults, get the budget set, and stop wasting our time." She sighed heavily.

"Can't you throw them out or something if they're holding up the process so much?" Stef asked, ever the problem-solver.

"When one of them is President of the Board? Unfortunately, no." Having finished the last of the dirty dishes, Lena wiped her hands dry. She picked up the stack of plates Stef had dried and put them in the cupboard.

"Sorry, love," Stef said, pursing her lips sympathetically. Lena shrugged, grateful just to have someone to vent to. She used a damp dish towel to wipe down the kitchen table. As she leaned to reach the far side, Stef enjoyed the smooth curve of her backside. "Those jeans look great on you," she said.

"Thanks, babe." Lena looked back over her shoulder, smiling; always appreciative of Stef's endless compliments. But the smile dropped instantly, her eyes widening. Stef held her towel by the corners in each hand, twirling the length of it tightly. A devilish gleam danced in her eyes. "Stefanie Foster, don't you dare."

Stef grinned, flashing white teeth at her wife who glared dangerously back at her. "It's Adams-Foster, thank you," she said as she let one end of the towel go, flicking hard with her right hand. Lena moved to dodge but not quite fast enough and the towel made contact with a loud THWAP. She let out a shriek and backed up, rubbing the stinging spot.

"Stef, no!" She said through anxious giggles, retreating further from Stef who was readying her towel again. Stef stalked her around the table. "STEF!" she shouted when she snapped her towel again, this time connecting with her thigh. She hissed at the sting before looking up at her wife. "Oh, you are in for it now," she warned. Lena twisted her towel between her hands, her jaw set, her eyes flashing darkly as she worked to disguise the smile pulling at her lips. She stepped backward, leading Stef further around the table slowly. Then, abruptly changing direction before Stef could react, she stepped toward her and let the towel fly. It connected with the left side of her abdomen and Stef let out a hiss as she clutched the spot, doubling over in pain. "Oh my god, Stef! I'm so sorry. Are you okay?" Lena dropped her towel and rushed to her wife, who continued to howl in pain. "Honey, I'm so sorry. Oh god. Let me see." Guilt ripped through her as she pushed Stef's hands away, pulling up her shirt to look at her healing wound. As she examined it suddenly Stef spun her so she was pinned between her and the kitchen table. She straightened, looking up at her wife confused. "Stef, wh-" Stef's mouth covered her own, forcing her to swallow the rest of her question. Still confused, she pulled back, searching her wife's smiling face.

"Honey, I'm fine. It was a joke." Stef chuckled but Lena was less than amused. She swatted Stef's shoulder.

"You complete ass," she admonished, trying desperately not to give in to the display of innocence coming from her partner.

"I had to do something. I know how you are when you get competitive. It was either that or tackle you and I didn't think you'd appreciate that on the hardwood floor. Really, I was looking out for you."

Lena shook her head at Stef's continued angelic mockery. With her eyebrows arched high, she wore her most stern, disciplinary look. "If you ever do that again, I will personally give you a hole on the other side to match," she said, poking her finger into Stef's chest to make her point.

"Okay, love," Stef whispered. She gently rubbed her nose against Lena's and pulled her a little closer. "I promise," she said against her lips. "I'm sorry for scaring you." She covered Lena's mouth with her own again, tenderly this time. Lena closed her eyes, relaxing into the embrace, instantly forgiving. She wound her arms around Stef's neck, leaning in closer. As their kisses grew passionate, Stef lifted her effortlessly onto the table. Standing between her legs, she kissed her way down her neck. Her hands gripped Lena's butt and she pulled her firmly against her. Lena's hands found their way into Stef's blonde hair while Stef unbuttoned her silk blouse. She tilted her head back, a quiet moan escaping as her wife pushed her hands around her ribs and her mouth explored the soft flesh above her bra. She began to grow dizzy with want. They were definitely going to need to finish this. Just as she was about to suggest they go upstairs, a sound from behind them made them both freeze.

"Euugh, moms!" Brandon groaned disgustedly from the doorway. "We eat there." Neither of them moved until they heard his footsteps fade away. Finally, they slowly turned to look at each other and erupted into a fit of sheepish giggles.