A/N: My sincerest apologies for being absent this long from the writing game. Life has gotten…hectic to say the least. I'm hoping to update more often, but until I have my set schedule for the season all I can promise is that I'll try my best. Secondly, thank you all so much for the absolutely fantastical reviews! Not only were they supremely encouraging and generous, but I received some very interesting suggestions/comments which I'll try my best to accommodate. Finally, the name of this story as well as those for the individual chapters, come from the titles of songs that I may or may not be listening to while writing. If you have any more comments or questions, please let me know in the reviews! Thank you all for sticking with me! As always: I, regrettably, do not own "The Fosters" or any of the characters therein.

Stef is the first to open her eyes. The early morning sun filters in through the curtains and alights Lena's face in the most entrancing way, she almost believes she's still dreaming. She lives for these quiet moments, where she's able to bask in the glow of her love without being interrupted by requests for permission slips, snacks, new clothes, or tickets for one event or another. The curve of Lena's cheek, the peaceful expression on her face, the slope of her bare back, the way the sheet just barely conceals her perfect ass…

Lena stirs, but Stef is eager to hold onto this moment for as long as possible, so she snakes an arm across her lover's back and pulls them closer, delighting in the tiny moan that escapes the lips she longs to much to capture. Lena instinctively stretches her left leg across the bed to entwine it with Stef's, her thigh coming into contact with a warm and inviting center. Lena pulls her leg back, and then brushes it forward once again, this time with only slightly more force. The change is so subtle that Stef can't decide whether it's a conscious effort or not, but upon the third stroke (which, this time, is decidedly intentional) Lena opens her eyes and, in one fluid motion, pulls herself on top of Stef, kissing her soundly to the blonde's great delight. As air becomes a pressing necessity, the two pull back enough to gaze into each other's eyes.

"Good morning, Starshine…" Stef begins.

"…the earth says, 'hello'," Lena finishes.

They kiss for the second time, and just as it begins to deepen there's a knock at their door. Instinctively, they pull the sheet up around themselves, but neither makes a move to disentangle.

"What's up?" Stef calls.

"Hey, moms," Brandon responds, "Callie has to be at her group pretty soon, and Jude wants to know if he can go play over Connor's. I figured, since I have a music lesson anyway, I'd drive them so you don't have to worry about it."

"Thanks, B," Lena yells through the still-closed door. "Any idea what the twins have planned for today?"

"Jesus went to volleyball practice with Lexie, and afterwards they're going to lunch. Mariana is working on some poetry thing with Garrett and said she'll be home for dinner. See ya later!"

"Bye," Stef calls, but Brandon is already gone. "That was much easier than I thought it would be."

"Why, Miss Foster, were you planning on getting our kids out of the house on this fine Saturday for any particular reason?" Lena teases, batting her eyelashes.

"That's Mrs. Foster, thank you very much," Stef responds, "and I may have had something in mind along the lines of…" she trails off as she nips Lena's ear and begins to lay a trail of hot kisses down the side of her neck.

"Mmmmmh," Lena grunts appreciatively, while gently ghosting her fingers over Stef's clavicle. "I like your thinking, but can I suggest one small change of plans?"

Stef pulls back to hear Lena's suggestion, but her lover suddenly pushes herself up and off the bed, leaving the blonde entirely exposed.

Lena stands for a minute, drinking in the sight of her wife's beautiful body laying prone amongst their mussed up sheets, and then sets off toward the bathroom, swaying her hips as she glides across the floor. In an instant Stef bounds out of bed and catches up to the brunette, sidling up behind her so they are pressed back to front as the sway the final few feet into the bathroom. Lena turns on the shower as Stef turns on some music and closes the door.

Once the water has heated up, Stef steps in and holds the door open for her love to join her. Lena immediately steps in and pushes the blonde back against the wall of the shower, pinning her hands above her head. Stef begins to struggle, but Lena holds firm, kissing a trail from her jaw down to her chest. She takes Stef's right nipple into her mouth, circling it with her tongue before sucking it between her teeth and gently biting down. A low, rumbling moan escapes Stef's mouth as Lena continues her course downward while her hands follow, tantalizingly slowly. As she reaches Stef's scar, she kisses the perimeter and continues on, all the way down to her navel. As her hands glide around Stef's hips to graze her firm ass, the cop lets out another moan, followed quickly by a sharp gasp as Lena's tongue finally connects with its ultimate destination. She begins making circles around her wife's clit as she draws Stef's left leg up onto her shoulder to gain better access to her desire.

Stef works her hands into Lena's gorgeous mane and grasps tighter with each circle. The feeling is sublime, but she needs more. She lets the word she's been holding back finally escape her lips in a whimper, "Please."

That single, breathless word sends goose bumps over the entirety of Lena's skin and she shivers before granting her lover's wish. She dips her tongue lower to gather some of the delicious arousal that has pooled there before returning to her clit, this time with slightly more pressure and a more direct course. Stef's hips rock forward as Lena inserts one finger, then two, then three into the burning heat of her wife's center and begins to thrust in time with her tongue's ministrations. It isn't long before Stef's walls begin to tighten, as do her hands in Lena's hair, and Lena curls her fingers at the end of each thrust. With one final curl of tongue and digit, Stef's body is overtaken by pleasure and Lena feels more weight settle onto her shoulder as her love becomes unsteady in the throes of such passion.

When the spasms have ceased and she has caught her breath, Stef returns her left foot to the floor and uses her hands, still entwined in her wife's hair, to gently ease her up to kiss the lips she longs for. Their kiss is cut short, however, when the water cascading down upon them suddenly turns to ice and, with a squeal and a jump, Lena turns off the faucet before scrambling for their robes.

"I guess getting all the kids out of the house at the same time comes with a price," jokes Stef, as she wraps her arms around Lena from behind, slipping a hand into the front of her wife's robe. "Luckily, it seems I've got the rest of the morning to make it up to you," she smirks as she removes the belt from Lena's robe and brings it up to tie around her head like a blindfold.

"Mmm, that sounds absolutely perfect," Lena responds as she allows herself to be led back to the bedroom and lain upon the sheets.