Prompt: Stef and Lena snowed in and stuck in their cosy little cabin during a long weekend ski trip - no kids.

A/N: Content warning for homophobia and homophobic slurs. Minimal.

"You're absolutely sure? There's no chance of us getting out sooner?" Lena paused, her nose flaring slightly as she listened to the person on the other end of the phone. "Okay. Thank you." She hung up abruptly, slamming the telephone back down on its cradle, grunting her frustration.

"Not good?" Stef asked from the spot where she leaned against the cabin wall by the little kitchenette.

"They said the state only does the main roads. The resort is responsible for all the roads within their property and they have to clear all the streets by the main resort first. They won't get up to the private cabins until this evening. We're stuck here until tomorrow." Lena huffed again.

"I probably shouldn't remind you that this was your idea," Stef teased. "I'm a warm weather girl. I was all for waiting for summer to vacation at the beach. But to be fair, this blizzard wasn't in the forecast. I know you wouldn't have overlooked that in all of your planning." Stef winked, chuckling as she moved to Lena. She wrapped her arms around her waist and smiled into her girlfriend's pouting face. "It could be worse," she said. "We could have left yesterday and gotten stuck in the snow. At least we're here, together, warm in this cozy cabin. We have food and power and heat. So, we get an extra day of vacation. I'm not really seeing a downside here." Stef kissed the tip of Lena's nose, forcing her to smile despite herself.

"I know. I just hate that I'm going to miss a day of work. Shouldn't they be equipped to handle this kind of weather?" Her jaw clenched as she began working herself up again.

"Should be or not, they aren't and there is nothing we can do about it now. So why don't we just try and enjoy our extra snow day together, hmm?" Stef gave Lena a few quick kisses on her forehead, making Lena sigh warmly. In the eight months of their relationship such kisses had become a habit of Stef's and they always made Lena melt. It was pure affection and perfectly Stef.

"Okay, just let me call Principal Sanchez and let her know I won't be in tomorrow." She kissed Stef lightly before picking the phone back up.


The two women spent the day enjoying the muted calmness that comes with heavy snow fall and being isolated from the busy world. With no television, they left the radio on to quietly fill the silent background and made love in between rounds of Scrabble and mugs of hot chocolate. There was a spark between them that Lena had never had with anyone before. She fancied herself too intellectual to believe in soul mates but since being with Stef, for the first time she could understand why people wanted to believe in such a thing. The connection she felt to Stef was almost tangible. Sometimes when she was completely at ease in her arms, Lena could swear she could see it in the air between them. And as different as they were, as much as they shouldn't work, she'd never had a relationship be this naturally comfortable.

Late in the afternoon when the winter sky began to turn a dusty violet, they fell asleep on the couch in the living room of the cabin. Lena was nestled against the back of the couch, Stef beneath her with an arm around her waist. They slept soundly, draped in the safety and comfort of each other. When Lena finally woke, the sun had set and the only light came from the moonlight reflecting off of the snow outside. It provided a surprising amount of brilliant silver light and Lena's eyes were bleary with sleep as she admired the way it played on her lover's face. She pressed soft kisses to Stef's cheek, the corner of her mouth, her lips; she kissed her until the blonde stirred then smiled against her lips.

"Hi," Lena whispered. Stef's eyes fluttered open and she sucked the roof of her mouth sleepily.

"Hi." She kissed Lena's lips tenderly, fighting her heavy eyelids.

"We slept away our afternoon."

"Mhmm," Stef mumbled. "Good thing we didn't have anywhere to be." Stef chuckled while Lena grinned and shook her head. After kissing Stef again, she laid her head back down on her chest. Stef drew ambling patterns on Lena's back, making Lena sigh and her skin tingle as they laid in cozy silence, listening to the radio that still played. Lena was on her way back sleep when the sound of Stef's voice coming through her chest startled her back to consciousness.

"God, I haven't heard this song in years," she said smiling.

"Me neither," Lena said as Madonna's Express Yourself filled the room.

"When I was sixteen my best friend and I used to play this song and dance around my bedroom singing into hair brushes."

"Really?" Lena picked her head up to look at her, her chin resting on Stef's chest.

"Mhmm." Stef chuckled at the memory.

"I can't picture it," Lena said, shaking her head in disbelief. "You hate dancing. And Madonna."

Stef shrugged, a half-smile on her lips. "I didn't when I was sixteen. And Tess could get me to do anything. I guess that's to be expected when you're a teenager in love."

"You were in love with her?" Curious, Lena raised her eyebrows. She and Stef hadn't spoken much of her past relationships in their short time together. It had been a bit of a roller coaster as Stef was coming out and Lena knew how draining that process was. She didn't tend to pry for information, preferring to let Stef open up on her own as she was ready to talk about herself. But the ambiance of the moment was one that welcomed whispered secrets and offered a safety for curiosity that allowed Lena to ask without fear of intruding.

"Well, infatuated is probably a better way to put it. I didn't really get to figure out what I felt for her before my dad put an abrupt end to it." Stef shrugged.

"What happened?" Lena asked gently, noticing the slightest somber note thread its way into her girlfriend's casual voice.

"We ditched school one day. Both my parents worked so we went to my house like we always did when we ditched. Don't give me that look. We can't all be brainiacs with perfect attendance," she teased when Lena gave her a chastising look. "Anyway, we were on the couch watching TV and she was cuddled up against me, asleep on my shoulder. My dad came home from work early and found us there. He threw her out and yelled at me about how he didn't raise me to be a dyke. He wouldn't listen when I tried to tell him nothing happened and that we were just friends."

"Was she the girl you told me you kissed?"

"Yeah. Just once. We'd stolen a couple of beers from my dad and went out on the beach in the middle of the night. We got a little tipsy on the beer and fairly drunk on atmosphere. She asked me if I'd ever kissed a girl and when I said no, she asked if I wanted to. I said I did, not admitting to either of us how badly I'd wanted to kiss her for weeks. By sixteen I'd kissed a few boys but even heavy make out sessions with them hadn't made me feel the way I felt when Tess kissed me. And no one else ever did until you." Lena's eyes fluttered down and she smiled bashfully. Stef tipped her chin up and kissed her softly, holding her gaze for a moment before speaking again. "That was only a week before my dad found us on the couch. He made me go see a minister who told me that Tess was leading me to the devil with her temptation and that I could never be accepted by God if I chose a life of homosexuality. He said homosexuals were sick and their sexual perversions were dirty acts that would make me sick, too. By the time I left, I was so ashamed of the thoughts in my head that even if my dad hadn't forbidden me from seeing Tess again, I wouldn't have anyway. I was convinced she was evil. I still feel guilty for never even explaining myself to her and sometimes I wonder if she was as heartbroken as I was underneath the fear and shame. I have no idea what happened to her." Looking at Lena, Stef could see sadness in her eyes and concern in the tension of her brows. "Hey now, don't go feeling sorry for me." Lena pressed her lips together in the closest resemblance she could make to a smile. Leaning up, she kissed Stef deeply, achingly, as though she could kiss away any lingering trauma. "Okay, if it's going to lead to that, go ahead and feel bad for me." Stef grinned, her eyes glittering in the moonlight.

"I just hate that you went through that. You're so good and kind and I hate that you ever hated yourself."

"I know, love. But if it hadn't happened I probably wouldn't have Brandon. Which means I probably wouldn't have met you and I wouldn't trade either of you for anything that could have been. So even with everything that happened, I still wouldn't change it." Lena sighed, catching Stef's hand and entwining their fingers.

"I love you," she whispered.

"I love you, too," Stef replied. She kissed the back of Lena's hand while Lena laid her head back down onto her chest. They laid together for a long time, listening to the radio and each other's breathing; Lena enjoyed the gentle rumble from Stef's chest whenever a tune caught her fancy and she hummed along.

"Will you dance with me?" Lena asked softly when the beginning of I Don't Want to Miss A Thing drifted from the radio. Stef looked at Lena with vague amusement, not bothering with her usual protests. How could she deny her when she looked so beautiful in the moonlight and when Stef had just told her how she'd so willingly danced with another girl? Even if it had been a lifetime ago.

"Of course, my love," she said with a content smile. Lena stood and offered her hand, helping to pull Stef up from her spot deeply nestled in the couch. Leading her by the hand to the center of the room, Lena stepped in close, winding her arms around Stef's neck. Stef's sturdy arms settled around her waist, closing all the space between their bodies. Lena wore a serene smile as they turned slowly, swaying in time with the gentle rhythm. The romance of the moment quickly won Stef over and she pressed her forehead to Lena's, closing her eyes, feeling the magic. As they dance together, surrounded by sparkling silver moonlight, Stef decided that if she was going to spend her life being forced to dance, there was no one she would rather dance with than Lena.