They rolled. Luscious, silky black hair cascaded down bare shoulders. Ruffled blonde hair tangled with it as the one-legged surgeon rolled on top of her wife…

”Find the bleeder,” the doctor instructed as she donned her surgical mask and slipped her hands into the gloves that were held out to her.

”Way to remind me of my current situation,” the policewoman thought as she looked at the screen.

”I’m looking, Dr. Grey,” the panicked intern insisted, as the beeping sound echoed in the background.

”I don’t feel any rubbing,” the curly-haired one complained a few moments later.

”I’m not about to feel you up when someone’s having a bullet pulled out of their chest a few feet away,” came the reply.

Stef’s hand was still in Lena’s underwear. Admittedly, the scene they had just watched was hot, arousing…and brief. The sudden burst from the romantic titillation into an Operating Room in the middle of a crisis was not welcome in the Adams Foster household.

Lena wasn’t about to let anything else steal the show. After all, what were the chances they’d air another lady-loving scene on the same episode?

She slipped Stef’s hand out of her underwear and got up. The blanket flowed to the floor: they could generate enough heat between them to light the house on fire, if they had the proper kindling.

”Hey!” Stef complained, ”I can’t see the-”

Lena’s arms slowly went up her sides and her hands went behind her back when they had reached her ribs.

Stef raised an eyebrow. ”Are you-?”

She was.

Her bra came unhooked. One of her caramel-colored arms popped into her t-shirt and she slid its strap off. The other arm did the same action, as soon as the other one had re-emerged.

SNAP!

Lena Adams held her bra aloft, spun and cracked the material like a whip, and then made eye contact.

”We should probably just record the shows so we can watch them later,” the policewoman remarked, as the other one took well-measured steps towards her. Her hips swayed, and seemed to become curvier the closer she got.

Stef made a show of pressing a few buttons on the remote.

”Could you move a bit, babe, I can’t see the screen.”

Lena straddled her in reply and took her partner’s face in her hands. Their lips met hungrily, and the blonde’s back was pushed hard into the back of the couch. The curly-haired woman’s hands went round her neck and pulled her closer as their tongues wrestled for control of each other’s mouths.

Stef dropped the remote.

Lena took her lover’s hands and placed them on her chest. The policewoman could feel the teacher’s nipples harden under her t-shirt, as she stopped kissing to gasp for air, and the one who was astride began to maul her neck.

”Someone’s excited,” she smiled as her thumbs played with the erect buds.

Lena didn’t reply: she moved her hips so that their torsos were closer together and began to grind against her partner.

”Wow,” Stef gasped as her lover’s tongue descended to her collarbone.

Still no verbal reply. The curly-haired woman sat up, threw her lover’s hands off her chest, lifted the hem of her t-shirt…and threw it across the room. Stef got an eyeful of her goddess’ bare chest, before caramel-colored arms folded over it.

”Hey!” The blonde complained. ”I was looking at those!”

Lena stood, turned around, picked up the blanket and wrapped it around herself.

”You dropped this,” she remarked as she handed her lover the remote.

”Do you seriously think I’m interested in-”

”Shhh,” the teacher hushed her, ”I want to find out what Lizzie Bear’s up to in this next episode.”

”But I’m…excited…”

”You’re also on your period,” Lena shrugged, ”do you wanna get under this blanket with me or not?”

Stef’s nipples were rock hard when she moved to get under the warm cover.

”Fear not, girls,” she vowed, ”you shall be avenged.”

”Gosh I feel like we’re preparing to hibernate or something,” Lena remarked as she handed Stef the blanket.

”No complaining. We haven’t had a night to ourselves since the school year started and I’m not gonna-”

”The show’s starting!”

The blonde policewoman heard the urgency in her partner’s voice and anticipated the dive.

Lena had a set of ’dives’. One was towards her favorite snack – pizza – and one was for a comfy spot in bed or on the couch, which Stef was currently seated on with a large bowl of popcorn.

Officer Foster placed the bowl on a side-table before Lena landed. The spillage was minimal.

”We can pick them up later,” the Vice Principal insisted as she stared at the screen, ”this one’s going to be good.”

Stef attempted to raise the blanket higher. Lena caught it and they were both covered…while allowing the blonde one to move her arms around from the bowl to each of their mouths.

The policewoman was seated upright with her partner leaning back against her chest. It was one of their TV cuddle-positions.

”Why aren’t lesbians on television ever happy?” Stef complained as the married doctor-wives argued with each other.

”I guess joy doesn’t sell,” Lena stated as she savored the taste of the popcorn. ”Besides, they have to deal with an amputated limb and a toddler. I doubt their marriage would be rosy if-”

”Does that guy have a steel bar in his abdomen?” Stef gasped.

She was always awed by the show’s impressive use of special effects.

”It looks like 2 steel bars,” Lena raised an eyebrow: first out of curiosity as to how the EMTs had missed the other spike and secondly because Stef’s hand had settled on her knee.

”I thought you were on your period,” the Vice Principal lowered her voice to a whisper as her girlfriend’s hand inched slowly up her thigh.

”I am, but you aren’t.”

”Oh Stef. You know how much I HATE being solely on the receiving end of your-”

The teacher stopped talking to gasp as Stef’s fingers circled the fabric covering the inner thigh of her sweatpants.

”Do you want me to stop?” Stef whispered.

”I want popcorn.”

Mood-killer Lena struck again.

”Here,” the blonde huffed as she removed her hand and filled it at the bowl, ”mangia. Che fa bene.”

”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.

”What do you wish for right now?” The woman on the other end of the phone asked her girlfriend.

”Are you somewhere private?”

”You can’t answer a question with a question, remember?” Stef laughed ”But to answer your answer: yes I am.”

”Then I wish…” Lena dropped her voice to the seductive tone she reserved for their more intimate moments ”that my legs were over your shoulders.”

”Naughty,” the blonde smirked.

”Looks who’s talking,” the curly-haired one struck back ”I hate that you’re out of town!”

”Yeah?” The other woman asked as she went up the steps ”How much?”

”I hate it more than when you leave,” Lena stated ”no…more than when you have to work late. No, I hate it more than…the most hateful thing that can ever exist. That’s how much I hate that you’re out of town.”

”Then why don’t you open the door?”

Lena jumped off the couch the moment the bell rang, and looked through the peephole. She sprung the chain, fiddled with the locks and finally threw the door open to reveal the woman standing there in her police uniform.

”I thought you didn’t have to be back until-”

”Kiss me, woman!” The blonde commanded as she stepped into the apartment and wrapped her arms around her.

Their lips came together hungrily, and Lena had already stripped her lover’s jacket off by the time they had fallen onto the couch.

”Door,” Stef said as she pulled away.

Lena jumped off the couch and was all over her the moment the lock clicked shut.

”Easy there,” Stef laughed as her belt was undone and her shirt was pulled out. The buttons were being released at a really alarming rate and her stomach was becoming more exposed by the second.

”Lena!”

She was silenced by a deep kiss while her shirt was thrown off.

”Bedroom,” one of them moaned before the other could say the same thing.

The sanctuary had been lonely since the policewoman had left to provide security for the mayor when he’d left to go on some kinda-

”You’re wondering how I’m here early, aren’t you?”

”Yeah,” Lena admitted as she kissed her neck.

They knelt on the bed, facing each other.

”The mayor cut his trip short. Something about his daughter getting appendicitis and he had to hurry back to-”

Stef smiled and sat up. Lena moved back slightly to let her, then got pulled back into a deep embrace. They kissed, gently then passionately, and she felt strong hands moving down to her thighs. Before she realized what was happening, her groin sent a series of sparks through her body.

Their clits had brushed against each other. Whether it had happened accidentally or not…it felt amazing. So amazing that Lena had thrown her head back and moaned.

”You like that, huh?”

Lena moved her hips in reply…and it happened again. Stef gripped her hips and moved her own crotch up to meet hers.

”I think this would be easier if you lay back.”

Lena dropped eagerly, and Stef positioned herself over her girlfriend. Their clits met repeatedly, and their cores seemed to kiss when the motion became familiar. Each stroke made Lena moan, until she was saying Stef’s name repeatedly…and then went back to gibberish as she climaxed.

They lay entwined as they caught their breath.

”It’s like being in a river,” Stef laughed as her curious fingers explored Lena’s wet labia.

And then she realized that some of that wetness had to have come from her as well. The thought made her spine tingle.

”You’re amazing.”

”And you…are a quick learner.”

Lena freed herself from the embrace ”I’ll be right back,” and walked out of the room.

”She’s amazing,” the blonde thought as she watched her girlfriend walk ”ha. And she can walk around naked in her own apartment. Why haven’t I tried that?”

She moved to the middle of the bed. Their first lovemaking session had been towards the edge.

Lena returned with a bottle of something wine-like and one glass.

”Two glasses are more work to clean up,” the curly-haired woman said as she crawled over to her ”I figured we could share.”

”Or just drink straight outta the bottle,” Stef laughed.

”We’d wind up with wine all over the sheets,” her girlfriend laughed back.

”Speaking of which…” Stef ventured ”is it normal for women to be this wet, or am I-”

”I’ve never been so wet before,” Lena admitted as she poured some wine into the glass ”how about you?”

”Never. I mean…I get excited when you’re around, but…this?”

Lena laughed ”I have to wear dark trousers and skirts when I see you cos I’m afraid I might get noticed.”

”I wear a maxi-pad sometimes,” Stef admitted ”so hard to find panty-liners in this town.”

”I’m probably responsible for that,” came the confession ”ever since we met, I…I’ve had to stock up.”

Stef watched her sip the wine, then smiled as the glass was handed over.

Lena watched her drink, but had more to say.

”I kinda regret drinking that.”

”How come?”

”Cos your taste is gone from my mouth now.”

Stef’s spine tingled as she blushed.

”Well there’s plenty more where that came from. You can get the taste back, Ms. Adams…as long as I get to discover yours.”