A/N: Here's the second-to-last installment in this exploration of the senses. Hope you're all enjoying so far! I'd love some feedback as I prepare my next series of one-shots.
Stef awakes to the scent of lavender, curiously mixed with bacon, as she rolls over to look at Lena…who isn't there. Sitting up, Stef calls out, "Babe, where'd you run off to?"
"Follow your nose," Lena replies, beckoning Stef to the kitchen.
Stef grabs a robe that's been laid out on the chair in the corner and walks down the hall as she ties it around herself. When she arrives at the kitchen, she is greeted with the sight of her wife cooking breakfast while wearing only an apron. "Shit!" Lena yelps as she jumps back. Stef rushes over to her.
"What happened?" she asks.
"Well, I figured after that workout we'd need some sustenance, and to continue with our sexy vibe, I decided to cook in the buff…which I now realize was a mistake when bacon is concerned," Lena answers, rubbing her forearm.
"Aw, love," Stef chuckles, "I appreciate the gesture, but how about I take over while you go and grab a robe. This one is incredibly soft."
"I know, I bought it for you on my shopping trip," Lena says, as she leans in to kiss her wife's temple before handing over the spatula.
"Oh, any other surprises from that trip?" Stef asks, stepping forward to turn the bacon over before it burns.
"We'll just have to see after breakfast, won't we?" Lena teases as she saunters back down the hall, more sway in her step than usual as she can feel Stef's eyes on her.
-They eat-
"Mmmm, that was delicious. Thank you for cooking, but can we still call it breakfast at three in the morning?" Stef sighs.
"I say any time is a good time for breakfast, and you did as much as I did, actually," Lena replies.
"So, does that mean we get to split dish duty?" Stef asks, getting up to clear the table.
"No, it means that the dishes will just have to wait," Lena says, snagging her wife by the waist and pulling her down so that she's sitting on Lena's lap. She kisses Stef for what seems like an eternity, both of them losing themselves in each other once again.
They stand, not breaking the kiss, and begin to make their way to the living room where a blanket lays on the floor in front of the roaring fireplace.
When they finally come up for air, Stef takes a look around. "My, my, Mrs. Adams-Foster, you've certainly been busy this morning," she whispers as she takes in the scene. Candles are burning on each flat surface, there are pillows laid out on top of what looks to be a very cozy blanket, and just as she turns to compliment Lena on her efforts, she is blindfolded once more.
"Hey, I thought we were done with this part," Stef says, though not resisting the covering.
"Oh, we're far from done, my love," Lena whispers into her ear, her voice much lower than it had been moments ago. After securing the blindfold in place, she takes Stef's hand and leads her over to the blanket, easing her down so she's lying on her back. Lena begins to slowly untie the belt of Stef's robe, before gently tugging each side off of the blonde.
Stef sits up slightly to help bring the robe down her arms and allows Lena to remove it completely before tossing it aside. She is caught off-guard when Lena swiftly flips her over so that she's lying on her stomach. As she is about to protest the position, which affords her very little access to her wife, Lena begins to massage her back and shoulders, alternating between applying pressure and ever-so-gently dragging her fingertips across goose-bumped skin.
"Oh, honey," Stef groans, "that feels amazing. What are you trying to do, put me back to sleep?"
"Hardly," Lena says, as she momentarily rises and steps away to gather her supplies. Returning seconds later, she kneels down next to Stef to whisper in her ear, "I have one last present for you."
"Really, sweets, you didn't have to-" Stef starts, but is cut off by her own gasp when she feels something hot being dripped onto her back. Before she can ask what the hell is going on, Lena resumes her massage, this time using whatever has just been spilled to both ease and intensify her motions. It feels incredible and Stef relaxes into the touch, feeling herself begin to get wet.
Lena glides her hands over Stef's beautiful skin, gentle as can be, before raking her nails down her sides. She grabs the lavender candle, melting in the sensuous massage oil currently making her love's back slick and warm, to add more, making its way lower with each drip. Every time she spills the oil onto Stef, it provokes a sudden jolt that sends shivers down her own spine.
"Oh, Lena," Stef moans as the brunette works her way down to the lower back. The blonde inhales deeply, the scent of lavender intoxicating: both relaxing and thrilling, given the circumstances.
Lena works her way further down, massaging Stef's thighs before easing them apart. She slips one hand in between her wife's legs while the other weaves its way into her hair, tugging lightly. She continues teasing the sensitive nub just beneath her fingertips until Stef is practically panting. Without hesitation, Lena plunges two fingers inside the blonde, soon leaning into the thrusts with her hip to give better leverage. She straddles Stef's thigh as she continues to work her closer and closer to the edge, all the while grinding herself toward the same end.
"Fuck, baby," Stef swears as she arches her back, gripping the blanket beneath her as she fights to hold on.
"Come for me, Stef," Lena pleads, "Come with me." This sends both of them into an intense orgasm that leaves them shaking, Lena slumped over Stef, each utterly breathless.
After they recover, Lena dismounts her wife and stretches out next to her on the blanket, grabbing another from the stack and pulling it over both of them. She leans in to gently kiss Stef on the nose before removing her blindfold and gazing into the most beautiful eyes she's ever seen. They remain that way for what feels like an eternity, before either speaks, not wanting to break the spell they seem to have fallen under.
"Well," Stef begins, "that was incredible."
"Mmm, four down, one to go," Lena sighs, winking at her wife as she tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
"I actually have an idea for that, if you don't mind," Stef says. She slowly gets up before helping Lena to her feet. They sway for a few moments to the sound of the fire, then walking hand in hand to the bedroom. Stef gets out sweatpants, boots, and jackets for both of them and begins to get dressed.
"Okay, I'm all for letting you lead, but this wasn't exactly what I had in mind-" Lena starts, but Stef cuts her off with a kiss.
"Just trust me," she says, now fully dressed. "Get a move on, or we'll miss it!" She leaves a bewildered Lena to get dressed as she retrieves one of the sturdier blankets from the living room.
To be continued…