A/N and Prompt: I wrote a post on tumblr after watching s4e4 in which Stef leaves Lena in the car to go spy on their kids after they have their anniversary dinner. I posted a scenario I wanted to happen and someone asked me to write it. So here it is. Enjoy!
Lena couldn't believe it. Was she really spending her anniversary sitting in the car outside the house of her teenage son's girlfriend while her wife spied on their kids? She closed her eyes and sighed, letting her head fall back against the headrest. "This is ridiculous," she said to herself. With a flare of frustration, she put down her leftovers and flung open the car door.
"Lena?" Stef hissed over her shoulder. "Get back in the car!"
"Oh, I am," she assured her, slamming her door shut. The danger in her voice went unnoticed by her preoccupied wife. Lena thundered around the car, got in the driver's seat, started the car, and roared down the street, leaving her wife gaping in disbelief from the bushes.
Lena's temper stewed, urging her foot down on the gas pedal but she restrained herself. She focused her energy on driving as slowly as she could, milking the moment, taking pleasure in the pettiness of making her wife think she was really leaving her there. Spying on their kids at the world's saddest house party? Really? That's what her wife's attention was focused on when it was their anniversary and they actually had their house to themselves for once? It was moments like these that made Lena question her own sanity, wondering how on earth she fell for someone so goddamn thick headed.
Turning the corner back onto the street she had left five minutes ago, Lena slowed the car to a crawl until she finally rolled up in front of Cortney and Brandon's place. Her wife was nowhere to be seen. Throwing the car in park, Lena rolled down the window on the passenger side.
Not bothering to be quiet, unconcerned in the slightest about embarrassing her wife – maybe even enjoying it a little, Lena shouted toward the bushes, "Stefanie Marie Adams Foster, if you don't get your ass back in this car right now, I'm leaving you here and you are never getting laid again!"
There was a brief silence and then a rustle of leaves before her wife emerged from between two shrubs, a look of consternation on her face as she did a squatting run toward the car.
Stef wrenched open the passenger side door. "What the hell, Lena! I cannot believe–"
Lena threw up her hand, looking over at her wife with one brow arched and her jaw set hard, nostrils flaring. "If you want any hope of doing anything tonight other than sleeping in the garage, I suggest you get in, sit down, and shut up."
Stef did as she was told, fastening her seatbelt while staring straight ahead, her eyes narrowed and jaw jutting forward.
"Good." Lena caught sight of a few shocked but familiar faces in the window and a smile pulled at the corners of her mouth. She could feel Stef's anger radiating off of her, which she knew was a result of embarrassment more than anything else and would wear off sooner than later. Lena swept a slow gaze over her wife before pulling away. Maybe all wasn't lost. Maybe a little heat between them was exactly what they needed.
