“Stef, you don’t know how ready I am for you. I’ve been ready for weeks.” Lena found it hard to resist now that they were beginning this, the forbidden nature of the act seemed to accelerate both their dormant libidos.

Stef wasn’t always aware of the needs of her body, but once she became aware, the feelings overwhelmed her. “I need you too, my love.” And Stef captured those lips that had always intrigued her. They’d shared nothing but pecks for weeks. She deepened the kiss, wanting to meaningfully connect with her wife. She slipped her hand into the long dark curls that adorned Lena’s face, pulled her tighter to her. Neither had realized how desperately they’d missed this intimacy.

Soon they both realized that Stef still had her glasses on. Stef reached to take them off, but Lena interrupted again, “no let me.” She slipped them off Stef, marveling at all the things her wife was; smart, funny, loyal and oh so authoritative. Lena loved nothing more than deconstructing Stef, The Cop. She adored taking this brave, no nonsense officer and turning her into the vulnerable woman that made so few, rare appearances. If they were home, she’d take her time stripping each part of that uniform. Today, she’d have to settle for a few quick adjustments. Her long limber fingers could make quick work of all the buttons on that crispy blue shirt, but she decided on getting straight to business. Still seated across from each other, Lena quickly undid Stef’s thick black belt, the grainy leather feel adding to her desire. She could feel Stef’s breaths deepen. She lowered the zipper and knew that Stef’s underwear would be all business. This uniform was her armor, but Lena had long ago found all the weak spots.

Stef looked down and enjoyed how expertly Lena was unwrapping her. Soon, she felt and saw Lena’s fingers slide into her white panties. She tried not to moan or act surprised that Lena found her wet already.

Lena was surprised, “Oh Stef, baby.” Stef melted a little when Lena began stroking her clit. Stef’s clit rose in response. Lena teased with one finger, slowly stroking the underside from side to side, the way Stef preferred, but without the needed pressure. Stef responded by pushing her hips down, forcing a firmer contact, reminding Lena that they didn’t have much time.