”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.”