”Grazie,” the curly-haired one laughed as she grazed from the handful in front of her face.

”We can’t keep doing this,” one of the quarreling women on screen insisted in a night-time scene, ”I’m not sleeping on that couch anymore.”

”Then use the guest room.” The other one was blunt as she sat on the bed and let her hair down.

”I’m not a guest!”

”Keep your voice down. I don’t want our daughter to hear us fighting.”

”Our daughter sees one of us sleeping on the couch already. She KNOWS we’re angry at each other.”

”Fine,” the one on the bed said as she got up, ”you don’t wanna sleep on the couch? I’ll go there. You can sleep here for the rest of the week.”

”Take the guest room. The couch won’t be good for your leg.”

”I’m not a guest!”

”Badum-tss,” the couple on the couch remarked almost simultaneously. Stef kissed Lena’s cheek for that shared moment.

The caramel-colored teacher’s smile widened. She handed Stef a paper napkin from the coffee table.

”What’s this for?”

”No more popcorn for me,” came the reply, ”and you’re breathing in my ear. That means you’re going to touch me. Might as well not get any oily substances on ourselves.”

She had said ”you’re going to touch me…”

The couple in the TV show were awkwardly trying to stay out of each other’s way as one tried to leave the bedroom and the other…didn’t want her to.

”What’re you…”

The slightly taller, more muscular surgeon pulled her wife towards her and their lips met. Hungrily.

There was cheering in the real-life living room.

”SAPPHO SINGS!” Lena added to Stef’s wolf-howl, as the on-screen doctors collapsed onto the disputed bed and mauled each other.

Stef kissed Lena’s shoulder, and the latter seized her hand…to lower it to her thigh.

”We’re not even ten minutes into the show,” the blonde one reminded her, ”you’ve been looking forward to it all week.”

”We’re women,” came the reply, ”we multi-task.”

A top flew off in the bedroom scene before them. Two women lay gazing into each other’s eyes.

”Calliope…” one of them moaned.

Stef raised an eyebrow and wondered how long the scene would last. She hated to think her hand would be in Lena’s underwear while someone was bleeding out in an OR in the next two minutes or something.

Lena seized Stef’s hand and tugged at it. The next thing her fingers felt were her girlfriend’s wet folds.

”Take your time,” the curly-haired wonder whispered, ”we have to celebrate their getting back together.”