Prompt: Stef pulls Lena over just to mess with her.


When Lena saw red and blue lights flashing in her rearview mirror she rolled her eyes, sighing deeply. She wouldn't expect anything less from this long, terrible day. All she wanted to do was get home, put on her pajamas, and open a bottle of wine. She pulled over slowly, trying to remember if she'd been speeding. She didn't think so, but her mind was occupied with work and she couldn't be sure. She rolled down her window, inwardly searching for patience, and reached over to the glove compartment for her registration.

"Is there a problem, officer?" She dug in her purse for her license.

"Yeah. Sorry, Ma'am, but I'm going to have to ticket you for excessive cuteness," said a familiar voice. "Also for driving while intoxicatingly beautiful." Lena shook her head, relieved.

"Did you just 'Ma'am' me?" She asked incredulously, though she couldn't suppress the flattered smile. The officer's face broke into apologetic laughter.

"Sorry, honey. I thought it sounded more official, you know?" She laughed at herself and Lena couldn't help but laugh, too. Accompanied by a slight eye roll. Stef, her new girlfriend, was a cop with the cheesiest sense of humor and a love for practical jokes. They'd only been dating for two months but Lena already knew she was in deep. She'd been in love more times than she could count. That was the lesbian way, after all, wasn't it? Fall in love first, ask questions later? But this time was different. She had never felt like this before and there was no stopping it; no way to escape. No matter what the future would bring, she knew that Stef Foster would have her heart forever. It no longer belonged to her.

"Can I see your license and registration, please?"

"Really?" Lena asked when Stef put her hand out expectantly. "I thought this was a joke," Lena said, confused.

"It is." Stef flashed her a reassuring smile that made her stomach flutter. "Well, you do have a brake light out. That was my excuse to pull you over," Stef winked at her. "But my partner's in the car so I have to make this look official." Lena handed over her license and registration. As she waited while Stef wrote on her ticket pad, Lena could feel her frustration from the day fade. It was amazing the calming effect just Stef's presence had on her. She watched her girlfriend who caught her eye and smiled at her while she worked. She wished she could kiss her. Actually, she wanted to pull her by her shoulders through the open window and tear off her uniform. They'd been intimate for the first time just a few weeks ago and it had been pretty much non-stop since then. They had taken things slow for a while as Stef adjusted to being out. It was still an on-going process and though Lena occasionally found herself frustrated having to go through the coming out process again, she worked to remember how hard those initial steps could be. She was just glad she could be there to help guide her through it. But when Stef had finally let her desire overcome her fears, she was like a starving person at a feast. She was completely insatiable. And so was Lena. Never before had someone sparked such a passion inside of her and she certainly wasn't complaining.

"Do you have any plans tonight, babe?"

"Just a date with a bottle of wine. Why?" She asked, hopeful for an invitation.

"Just wondering," Stef said, shrugging casually. She scrawled something across the ticket before ripping it off of the pad and handing it to Lena, along with her license and registration. "That's the kind of light you need for your brake light. If you pick it up I can change it for you."

"Thanks," Lena said. Disappointment that she was going home to an empty house started to settle in.

"See you later, sweetheart. I love you." Stef smiled giddily at her. She still always smiled like a fool whenever she told Lena she loved her. Lena wondered if there would come a day when she'd be used to saying it and not smile like that. She hoped not.

"I love you, too." She blew her a tiny kiss. Stef winked in return before turning away. Lena watched her saunter back to the squad car in the side mirror. She always exuded such confidence. Even when she was terrified she always challenged her fears head on. It was one of the many things Lena found irresistible about her. As the police car pulled away Lena turned the ticket over in her hands. Reading it, she covered her mouth to quiet the girlish laughter that escaped in surprise. The type of bulb she needed was neatly printed at the top of the paper. Underneath that, scribbled in half-cursive was another note. Tonight, my place. 8 o'clock. Bring the bottle of wine. Don't bother with panties.