Possesive

The relationship was fresh for the both of them, completely new territory. Neutral ground. Stef had never dated a woman. Lena had never dated a woman who had seriously been with men. And neither had ever been happier.

Lena had met Mike; even run into a few of Stef's other exes. They were meetings that should've left her feeling off, jealous, even a little insecure. But all they had left her with was a grin. Because she had walked away always knowing that none of those men had made Stef feel the way that she did. They had nothing to offer her lover that she was interested in. The two of them were content, blissfully and annoyingly happy. Yet the first time Stef met Michelle, well that, that felt like an entirely different story.

Between their hectic work schedules, Brandon, and all of life's other obligations, the two women had little time left for "date nights." They were both happy with what they had, the small moments. Brushing their teeth together at night, Lena stacked over Stef in the mirror. Kissing goodnight, kissing good morning. Sharing coffee in the morning because Lena was always too rushed to make her own cup. But there were times when the week was tough, busier than usual, and the two just needed to get out together. Which is why Stef was more than happy to come home on a Friday night to find her lover applying lipstick in the hallway mirror and an outfit laid out for her on their bed.

They held hands in the car, in a comfortable silence until they reached the dimly lit bar. Stef complained that her stomach was rumbling but Lena had rubbed a thumb of her loves skin, assuring her the dingy bar had a reputation for having some of the best food in town. They were sat in a booth where they happily met in the middle, thigh to thigh. They were happy for the dim lighting and the corner booth where they could steal kisses without glares and rudely long stares. It was nights like these where they remembered just how much they loved each other and they weren't hesitant to say it.

Lena sat her glass on the table as a new song began to play over the loud speakers. She instantly recognized the song, a slower bluesy piece her dad used to play on long drives when she was a kid. Her heart swelled with nostalgia and a smile spread over her face.

"Dance with me." Her eyes met Stef's.

"What?" Stef asked, taking a swig of beer.

"You heard me."

"And you know me. I can't dance Lena." Stef laughed.

"Just this once. For me baby."

Stef sighed and scooted out of the booth offering Lena her hand, "Let's make it count love because this isn't ever happening again."

They both laughed as they spun onto the dance floor, teetering dangerously. Their hands clasped together and they reached for each other's waists, swaying lightly to the slow music. Stef nuzzled into Lena's neck, breathing in the scent that was unique to her woman. As the man's voice crooned, they melted together until they were practically just holding one another.

Stef smiled into her lover's neck and moved up to her ear, whispering, "Baby I lov-"

"Lena?"

Both women pulled away, jumping apart slightly. They both quickly ran a hand over themselves to straighten their clothes before Lena finally realized who it was.

"Michelle?" She asked, narrowing her eyes.

"Yea," The small brunette smiled and gave an awkward laugh, moving forward to hug Lena.

Stef stood behind the two as she watched her lover hug the beautiful tiny woman. She shoved her hand in her pocket, using the other to try to straighten her knotted hair.

"Michelle, I want you to meet Stef," Lena said, pulling away from the woman and Stef had to note that Michelle still hadn't dropped her girlfriends hand.

"Hey Michelle," Stef rasped, extending a hand.

"Hi, nice to meet you."

The three stood in a silence, with Lena in the middle, her arms folded across her stomach, her smile unsure and slowly faltering.

"So how are you!" She asked quickly and Michelle smiled, launching into a story about her new job and the apartment she was looking to get.

Stef stood to the side, watching the interaction as her fists clenched. It had taken a second but she remembered this "Michelle," remembered the stories, the long nights they'd spent talking about young love, their first loves. Stef could still see the way Lena's eyes glazed over as she had recalled Michelle, the first woman she was with. How she had been dizzyingly, madly in love with the girl, the one who would ultimately be unfaithful and force her to leave. She remembered holding her lover one night while she cried, mourning not the loss of Michelle herself but of the pieces of Lena's heart she kept when she left. Michelle was Lena's Mike. And Stef was not about to watch this woman talk to her lover like nothing but an old schoolmate.

When there was a lull in the conversation, Stef finally spoke up.

"So Michelle, are you here alone?"

"No, I'm meeting a friend," she checked her watch, "I guess I just got here a little early."

"Well feel free to join us at our table until your friend gets here."

Michelle agreed and when Lena turned to head in the direction of their table Stef made sure to place a hand on her lover's lower back, fingers splaying dangerously close to the edge of her low rise jeans. The conversation carried on lightly, everyone feeling slightly uneasy. Until Stef noticed the brunettes ring finger.

"Beautiful ring, are you married?" She asked, rubbing a hand over Lena's thigh.

Michelle picked up her hand, inspecting the ring for a moment before laughing, "No, just costume jewelry. You must know what it's like as a gay woman in a straight bar. Gotta have something to keep the men away."

They all laughed until Lena spoke up, the confidence in her voice causing Stef to smile, "So are you with anyone?"

"Uhm no. Not lately. There was one girl after," she paused, "After you. But that was it."

Everyone could sense the apprehension, the regret under the woman's words and Stef wasn't about to let it go, "Well good girls are hard to find," she grinned, "I just hope someday you meet someone who makes you as happy as we make each other."

The brunettes eyes flickered for a moment until they landed on the table, "I'm going to go call my friend, she should be here by now," she stood, "It was nice seeing you Lena."

"You too." And then she was gone, leaving the two alone in their corner.

"Stef-" Lena began but the blonde put a finger to her lovers lips.

"I know! I know you're going to say it was too much, but it was all I could do to keep from knocking her out." Lena smiled but Stef could see in her eyes that she wasn't ready to drop it yet, "Baby I could see from the moment she got here, until the moment she left that your smile was getting smaller and your eyes were getting darker. She ruined your life for long enough, I wasn't going to let her ruin our night. It's time that someone ruined hers."

She saw Lena open her mouth to speak but something else caught her eye and she saw Michelle, standing near the entrance, her eyes ablaze as she watched the two women. So she leaned forward, her hand on the back of Lena's neck as she swallowed her lover's words. Her eyes locked with Michelle's as she sucked Lena's bottom lip between hers. She needed that woman to know that she had won, and Lena was the most precious prize.

[A/N] There was a moment where I had the most reviews of any "The Fosters" fics, now I'm just slightly under. Let's get it back up there fans & readers because the more other writers see your encouraging words and your want for fiction, the more they'll be inspired to write. Then we'll all be able to enjoy more StefXLena fics. Thank you, beautiful people.