A/N: I know it's been more than a while. Trust me, I know. I've spent most of the last year weeding out a lot of negativity in my life that kept me from doing many of the things I love, including writing. Please don't add to the negativity in your reviews. I know it was probably frustrating for some that I wasn't able to update, but believe me when I say I COMPLETELY understand and am trying to work on it.
That being said, this chapter is the first of a five-part series. I've already written all the parts, so I'll be updating with them rather rapidly. Hope you enjoy!
This is basically what I wish would've happened that night at the cabin.
"Honey, did you remember to pack the…" Steph calls out as she leaves the bathroom and heads toward the bedroom. She is stopped by Lena wrapping a blindfold around her from behind. "Whatcha doin?"
"We have one entire night far away from the leaky pipes, loud children, and hassles of home, and I intend to savor every…last…moment," replies Lena, slipping her hands around Steph's hips and punctuating her speech with soft kisses down her wife's neck, provoking visible shivers and goose bumps. She thrusts herself flush against Steph's back, nudging her along down the hallway until they're both standing in the middle of the bedroom.
"Whatever you have planned love, I'd really like to take in the view," Steph says as she reaches up to remove the covering, but Lena catches her hands and wraps them around the blonde's back so her palms graze Lena's own thighs. This quiets Steph immediately.
"Don't worry, there will be plenty of time for seeing. We're going to take this one sense at a time, starting with touch. "
"Ah, so I assume we're going for all five senses, then?" Steph asks seductively.
"All in due time, my sweet," Lena responds, as she reaches her hands down to begin unbuttoning Steph's blouse before sliding it down her shoulders. She follows this by laying a trail of sloppy kisses across Steph's shoulder blades.
Steph spins in Lena's arms so they're face to face, and reaches up to find Lena's jaw, lining up her motions without needing to see the beautiful face that is burned into her memory. She knows her every curve and angle, but delights in each one in a new way. Ghosting her lips over Lena's, Steph begins to kiss her way down her wife's neck as Lena walks them further into the room, surprising Steph by leading her onto what felt like a tile floor…the bathroom?
Lena pulls back as she slips her fingertips down Steph's torso to the top of her jeans. "Take off your pants, Mrs. Adams-Foster," she husks. Steph complies so quickly she almost topples over, Lena grabbing her waist at the last second.
"Baby, really, how long do I need to keep this blindfold on?" Steph asks, impatiently, as Lena bends down to help her step out of the pile of jeans she's pushed to the floor.
"Trust me," Lena replies, holding their conjoined hands up as she helps Steph step up and into the tub, which is filled with lovely warm water and bath salts.
"Oh yes, ma'am," Steph replies as she finally grasps the sensuously relaxing vibe of the moment.
Lena slides into the tub in front of her wife, leaning back against her with a sigh. Steph takes this opportunity to glide her hands down Lena's torso, eliciting a whimper from the brunette. She lets her hands slip deeper into the water as she grazes the inside of Lena's thighs. This provokes just the slightest moan and Steph urges on, wanting to touch every inch of her beautiful wife. As she teases around Lena's center she suddenly feels Lena's own hands come around to play with hers. The two women gently stroke each other as they begin to writhe in the water. Before long the water has become tepid, but neither woman seems to notice as their enthusiasm only increases, spurred on by the wonderfully wet feeling of touching each other in the bath. Lena gasps as she teeters on the edge, but tries to restrain herself until Steph is able to join her, which doesn't take long. As Lena's climax overtakes her, Steph bucks her own hips and ends up spilling bathwater all over the bathroom floor as she comes.
After allowing themselves time to come down, Lena leans back into her wife's arms and quips, "Wow, honey, I never knew you to be a squirter."
"Huh?" Steph mumbles, still blindfolded, and oblivious to the mini-flood she's caused.
"Never mind," Lena laughs, turning herself over so they are lying chest to chest, albeit cramped in the tiny space. "You know what I would really love?"
"What's that, sweets?" Steph asks.
"I would love to get out of this cold and much too small tub and take my gorgeous wife to the big, beautiful bed in the next room."
"Does that mean I get to actually see it?" Steph inquires, now knowing better than to reach for her blindfold before receiving an answer.
"Oh no, I think we'll save sight for last," Lena whispers as she takes Steph's earlobe between her teeth before lifting herself out of the tub and offering a hand to her wife.
"So what's next, then, lovely Lena?" Steph asks as she feels a towel wrap around her shoulders before she is led into the bedroom.
"Oh, you'll just have to wait and listen…" Lena responds, turning on the stereo on her way to the bed.
To be continued…