AN: I'm using this chapter as an experiment in playful characters in adult situations. The next few one-shots might be the same, but who knows.
Chapter Five
"It's different from the sanctuary," Stef admitted as she got under the blanket "but I like it."
Lena rolled over and wriggled to wrap her arms around her girlfriend. She kissed her cheek.
"I'm surprised Brandon isn't freaked out," the blonde admitted.
"He's still welcome to sleep between us if he is," Lena assured her "just cos we're in a new house doesn't mean we have to change."
"But I don't like sleeping with my clothes on," the blonde pouted "you got me so used to skin on skin contact that pajamas feel weird."
"I like having Brandon here with us," the curly-haired woman insisted "he's so small and cuddly."
"He kicks me in his sleep. And elbows you. Honestly, we should ban him from crossing the threshold. Or charge him with assault."
"Or wrap him in a swaddle," Lena laughed, and kissed her girlfriend's cheek.
"So...new house, new step..." Stef grinned as she stroked a lock of Lena's hair "new bed."
"New muscles for me," Lena smiled back "I don't think I've ever done that much heavy lifting in a day."
"I think you're owed a massage, Ms. Adams," Stef rolled over on top of Lena and their lips met.
They slowly pulled apart before Lena spoke. "I don't think my tongue did any lifting today, but it thanks you for that deep tissue stroking you just gave it."
"More?"
The curly-haired woman wrapped her arms around the blonde and pulled her down again. They kissed, and as their moaning became more pronounced, Lena's hands traveled to Stef's waist to pull the hem of her t-shirt higher.
Cold fingers met warm skin, and the policewoman gasped as her muscles contracted and the spark of protest went up to her neck.
"Did you put those in the fridge before you came to bed?" Stef joked as Lena laughed. "Hey!"
"It's just..." the curly-haired one gasped in between chuckles "the look on your face when it happened."
"Lena!" Stef growled.
"Stef?"
The question had been in a different tone. Inviting...not laughing. Very sexy.
"Brandon won't be joining us tonight," the blonde whispered into her girlfriend's ear before she bit it.
"And why ever not?" Lena whispered back while she moaned. Stef had descended to a particular spot on her long neck and slashed across it with her tongue.
"I sense some tension in your shoulders," Stef stated at a slightly louder volume as she sat back and Lena protested.
"Come back here."
"Sit up."
"No."
"Lena...come on."
"Why should I sit up when you're gonna have me on my back later anyway?"
She had said "have me"...
"You did a lotta heavy lifting today," the policewoman stated "you can handle sitting up for a few more minutes."
Lena made as if to rise, but she lifted her legs in the air as her hands sought out the waist of her pajama bottoms. She tugged them off and threw them across the room. They hit the bed and flowed to the floor.
Stef was not impressed. "You're still not sitting up."
The answer came in the form of a t-shirt being tossed across the room to join the trousers on the floor. Stef was always excited by the sight of Lena in her underwear, but she wasn't about to give in.
"Well?" The blonde drummed her fingers impatiently on her biceps after she folded her arms across her chest.
"W-ell," the curly-haired woman stated back as she unhooked her bra and dropped it carefully to the floor.
"It's those nipples," Stef shook her head as she thought to herself "it's a wonder we're never dehydrated by the end of our-"
"You're thinking too much, officer," Lena interrupted her
"I'm not budging til you're naked."
"Then you'd better get comfortable."
Her hand slipped down her bare torso and slipped into her underwear. Stef's eyebrow rose.
"What're you-"
"You've never seen me...touch myself..." Lena proclaimed as her index and ring finger spread her folds open slightly "that's a good thing. It means I've never had to. Not since we started to...um..."
"Show me?"
"Show you...?"
"How you do it," the blonde lay on her stomach and propped herself up on her elbows.
"I'd need to take these off first."
"Why don't you?"
Lena winked. "Cos that's YOUR job, Stefanie Foster."
Stef moved closer and stroked her girlfriend's thighs as her hands moved up to the elastic waist of the panties that came between her eyes and a vision of the most perfect, puckered-
"Overthinking again," Lena interrupted her with a laugh.
"It's the new place," Stef admitted "I'm not used to it yet."
"Neither am I. But I'm so wet."
The blonde's hands acted on their own. Before she realized it, she had pulled the panties down to Lena's knees, snapping the legs together as she did. The curly-haired woman laughed in surprise, and wondered just how her hand hadn't been hurt.
"Why aren't those fingers moving?" Stef growled as she tossed the underwear aside.
Lena began to stroke herself. Stef noted the position of the ring and index fingers. And how hard...sorry, soft...the middle finger was...wait, that's hard...no, soft...hard...
"You seem confused," Lena smiled.
"It's like watching some kinda complicated machine," Stef admitted "but it's fascinating."
Lena dipped her fingers for moisture and found that she was seriously wet.
"It's those lips," she thought to herself "my girlfriend's a hard-bodied woman with lips like silk. No wonder I'm-"
She painted the wetness onto her clit with her index finger and started to rub a bit faster. Stef could recognize the strokes; they'd been used on her several times before. And they were amazing.
Lena went faster, as if trying to prove that she could increase speed without going harder. Her finger seemed to glide over her wet flesh, and if it wasn't for the contracting that happened close to her entrance there wouldn't be any evidence that she actually was touching herself.
"Stef!" She gasped.
"Babe?"
"Wet?"
She didn't have to check to answer her.
"As a waterfall, Lena."
"Then why isn't your clit licking mine?"
They pounced on each other. Lena had stopped stroking herself and tackled her. Stef fell on her back and rolled over her girlfriend, whose hand went up to hold her shoulder. She took the hand into her mouth and tasted the curly-haired woman's sweetness as her hands and Lena's other hand worked to rid her of her clothing.
She could have torn her panties off if they weren't so darn resilient. But they finally slipped off to join her own clothes on the floor. And Lena finally sat up.
Their legs were woven together as their hips moved. They were both becoming more skillful. Lena had started out with more experience, but Stef was proving to be a fast learner.
"There! Right..." Lena gripped her lover and moved her hips to hit their mutual spot "yes! Oh...Stef!"
Lena started to shake. It was only fair...she had been pleasuring herself previously. But she wasn't about to get there without Stef.
The blonde pulled her closer as she shook even more and her arms began to buckle. Lena rode the waves of ecstasy as her body went limp. Stef's own climax was almost silent, but Lena could hear it anyway.
They stayed wrapped in each other for what seemed like forever as they cooled – and calmed – down.
"You said my name," Lena smiled as she kissed Stef's cheek.
"I always say your name."
"Not like that. I like it."
The blonde took a deep breath and felt a shudder of belated pleasure rock her body "I don't think I can do that without having an orgasm."
"Noted."
"I realize why it was important for us to do this tonight," Stef admitted "I'm sorry I didn't realize it before."
"Realize what?"
The blonde pulled away so that they could relax a bit. And so that they could talk while looking into each other's eyes.
"People like us," Stef went on "we love each other. We're devoted to one another. We can spend our whole lives together..."
"People like...us?"
"We don't have marriage," Stef sighed "we don't get to make our unions solid in church..."
"Stef..."
"Moving in together is our marriage, isn't it? It's the lesbian equivalent, right?"
"If you'd like to use that term," Lena replied "but we don't have to take it that far. We live together, we love each other. There's no pressure. I mean it."
"Oh? So does that mean we don't get to have a honeymoon?"
Lena laughed.
"A move-in-moon," the teacher quipped.
"How long do move-in-moons last anyway?"
"For as long as we want them to."
"Can I watch some more of your finger-magic tomorrow night?" Stef yawned as she asked.
"Only if you promise to come home early. We told Brandon we'd watch a movie."
Home...
They sluggishly got dressed again and pulled the blanket over themselves.
"I could get used to this," Lena said as Stef fought to keep her eyes open.
"Wuh?"
"I'll see you in the morning, my love."
"Forever," Stef mumbled before sleep completely took her.
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