Whit turned her wheelchair with her back to the bed and her wife feeling her face blushing.  It was true. Her heart filled with such love with Staceys arrival that it was awe-inspiring. How could someone else have such power over another?  It didn’t always have to be her wife coming home from work, either. Simple as Stacey leaving the room and returning that made Whit feel this way. Stacey just seemed to bring this hug smile to her face.  The smile was unstoppable and would not be go away. 

Whit’s cop buddys were constantly teasing her about it, calling it the fly trap mouth.  It could be the affectionate way that Stacey said her name that would make her eyes light up. There was so much that would fill Whit’s heart with utter joy, but when she really thought about it, when she truly tried to sum it all up into words, truth be told, it was just Stacey.  Stacey was her every dream come true.

“I dont giggle,” Whit said softly. She heard Stacey laugh under her breath. Glancing over her shoulder, she winked before removing her black turtle-neck. Her hazel eyes soaked in the sight of soft light warming her wifes naked body as Stacey slipped beneath the sheets into their bed. A happy sigh escaped her lips which did not go unnoticed by the blonde haired woman resting her head against the pillow.

Stacey smiled sleepily at her wife. She raised the sheets, welcoming Whit to join her while revealing her naked body in all its splendor to her wifes beautiful hazel eyes. “Come to bed.”

Stacey admired the sight of Whit removing her black bra before moving her wheelchair closer to the bed and locking it.  Whit grabs the bar that hung over their bed and pulled herself in.  Pulling her legs onto the bed further one by one.  Then reaching to slip off her sweats.

No underwear, babe?  Stacey smiled

Nope, I couldnt exactly ask Joe to help me into them.  The sweats were easy.  Whit grinned. 

Grabbing the bar again Whit moved her body closer to Stacey.  It was not long before her skin felt the heat of her wife against it. Whits gentle touch of her hand coming to rest against Staceys most intimate places threatened her need for sleep if it moved.  Instead, she found herself contented by the fact that she was now blissfully tangled with Whit’s body and presence. Staceys legs draped over Whits, their arms were embracing each other tenderly. Soon her battle with sleep became too much.  Her eyes closed peacefully and she thought she felt a kiss to her head before she slipped into a nice sleep.