The Fosters: You Know Where You Belong
Fandom: The Fosters
Title: You Know Where You Belong
Rating: PG-13
Author: englishstrawbie
Beta: kennedysbitch
Characters/Pairing: Stef/Lena
Disclaimer: Here.
Summary: Post-Quinceanera, light and fluffy.
Author's note: Written for jjlolotte in return for making such pretty fanart.
Stef winced as she slipped her heels back on, her feet objecting to being squeezed into such a tight space again. The room was empty except for a few stragglers. Mariana had left, bounding off to meet her friends for an after-party on the beach. A pile of presents lay stacked up in one corner, waiting to be unwrapped in the morning. Stef took a moment to appreciate the peace and quiet, a stark contrast to the craziness of the last few days. As she did, she felt a hand wrap around her waist from behind and a chin rest itself on her shoulder.
“I don’t know about you, but I’m exhausted,” Lena purred.
Stef smiled. “Home?”
“Home,” Lena agreed. She scrunched her nose as she surveyed the room. “Do you think it’s okay if we leave without helping them clean up?”
“Yes!” Stef scoffed. “We’ve paid enough for this thing already, there’s no way I’m tidying up too.”
She felt a warm breath on her neck as Lena leaned in to place a kiss on her cheek. “Thank you for indulging me with this party. I know it was a lot of money.”
“I get it,” Stef said softly, spinning around to face her wife. “We’ll make the numbers add up, we always do.” She took a breath before adding, “just don’t tell me how much the tiara cost.”
Lena’s cheeks flushed with guilt as Stef looked around them.
“I haven’t seen your mom for a while,” she commented.
“She went home about an hour ago,” Lena said, hurt creeping into her voice again.
“Are you okay?” Stef asked with a tilt of her head, recalling their conversation from earlier that evening.
“Yes. No,” Lena answered, shaking her head with frustration. “I don’t know, but I do know that I’m not going to let it ruin the twins’ birthday celebrations.”
Stef responded with a slight nod, knowing that this wasn’t the end of their conversation. Still, they had planned a family lunch tomorrow for Jesus and the last thing either of them wanted was for there to be a bad atmosphere around the table. She reached out and grabbed Lena’s hand, squeezing it gently and eliciting the smile she wanted to see.
“Come on, let’s go home.” Stef paused, looking around the room once more. “Honey, do you have any idea where the rest of our kids are?”
Lena followed her gaze, surveying the empty space. “I got a message from Brandon saying that he was driving Mike home. I think he was knocking back the scotch a little too hard,” she said. She studied Stef’s face, watching as it darkened slightly. “Should we would be worried?”
Stef bit her bottom lip. “I don’t know,” she admitted ruefully. “What about Jesus?”
“Walking Lexi home. Callie?”
Their eyes met, feeling simultaneously worried and guilty that they didn’t know where their foster daughter was.
“She’s probably at the beach too, right?” Lena asked, trying to convince them both that there was nothing to be concerned about. “I’ll text Mariana and tell her to look out for her.”
“Maybe it’s time to get Callie a cellphone like the others,” Stef mused.
They both looked down at the sleeping form nearby, the last member of the family to count off the list.
“And then there’s Jude.”
He was lying across three seats at the next table, his jacket slung over his body as he slept peacefully.
“And Jude,” Stef said fondly.
“Stef.” Lena’s voice had a warning tone.
“What?” Stef asked, eyes wide with innocence.
“We agreed to give these kids a home on one condition...”
“...I know. Don’t fall in love with them. I’m not,” Stef denied, convincing no one.
Lena smiled, knowing her wife all too well. “Uh huh.” She shuffled in closer and caught her lips in a kiss. “Let’s go home.”
* * * * * * * * * *
Stef dropped onto the mattress, lying back with her legs hanging over the edge of the bed, and let out a loud sigh of relief on behalf of her feet.
“I feel like I could sleep for a week,” she groaned, closing her eyes and sinking into the sheets. “What are the chances that the kids’ll let us sleep in tomorrow?”
Lena smiled, slipping out of her heels and shrugging her jacket off, tossing it to one side. She wandered to the end of the bed and lifted Stef’s legs one by one, sliding each shoe off and dropping it on the floor. Stef opened her eyes slightly, squinting up at the beauty at the end of the bed.
“You wanna give me a foot rub while you’re down there?” she said with a cheeky smile.
Lena grinned and dug her thumbs into Stef’s arches. Her wife sighed, eyes rolling back into her head and a soft moan of pleasure escaping from her lips.
“Oh, you’re really good at that.”
“Yeah?”
“Hmm. You’ve always been good with your hands.”
Lena chuckled, working the aches and pains in her partner’s feet. “And what do I get in return?” she asked flirtatiously.
Stef opened her eyes and smiled. “How about breakfast in bed?”
Lena pursed her lips, pretending to think about the suggestion.
“No? How about I make dinner every night for the next week?”
“Hmm, maybe,” Lena teased.
“You’re a hard woman to please,” Stef grumbled with a playful pout. “Ok, so what would you like in return?”
Lena smirked. She let go of Stef’s feet, ignoring her protests, and dropped down onto the bed. She slid in between Stef’s legs and, resting her hands either side of her shoulders, lowered her body gracefully on top of her wife.
“I can think of one thing I really, really want,” she murmured, their lips brushing together as she spoke.
“Yeah?” Stef’s hands found their way to Lena’s hips and underneath her shirt, running her fingertips over soft skin. “What thing?”
Lena answered her with a kiss, pressing her lips down hard. Another satisfied moan escaped from the woman underneath her and she smiled smugly into the kiss. Stef’s back arched as she lifted her legs, the bottom of her dress falling to the top of her legs. Lena let her body weight dip as she moved one hand down the bed, running her palms down Stef’s toned thigh. Their kiss deepened. It had been a while since they’d had a night to themselves and Lena felt months of desire beginning to stir, spreading across her stomach. Her chest tightened as Stef’s hands ran up and down her back, grabbing her ass and hauling her in closer; hips clashing. All the while, their lips stayed locked together.
If only the kids hadn’t arrived home earlier than expected.
The sound of arguing floated into the bedroom. Lena lifted her body up as rapid Spanish filled their ears, while Stef tipped her head backwards.
“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.”
“Is that the twins?” Lena questioned, a frown forming on her face. She rolled onto her side of the bed, lifting onto her elbows. They lay side by side as they listened to the fighting get louder.
“We should probably intervene,” Lena sighed.
“Uh huh,” Stef grunted non-committedly. She copied Lena’s actions and lifted up onto her elbows. “Ready?”
Lena nodded. They both raised one hand.
“Rock, paper, scissors,” they said in unison. Lena made a cutting motion with her scissors towards Stef’s flat paper hand.
“Ugh,” Stef grumbled. She shuffled down the bed, swatting Lena’s legs as she stood up.
“You’re lucky you’re pretty.”
Lena laughed as Stef walked out of the room, dropping back down onto the bed as she heard her wife berate their children for the interruption.
”The next person who yells is getting grounded for a month!”
She let out a deep sigh, hoping to vent her frustration with one big exhale. This wasn’t exactly the end to the evening she had been hoping for.
As she listened to Stef trying to diffuse the situation downstairs, she thought about the night they’d had. She thought about the kids waltzing and how grown up they had looked. When did that happen? When did they stop being her babies? She thought about the video montage that she and Stef had put together, hours spent pouring over videos and photos of the life and the family they had built together. Now that family was getting bigger and she knew that Stef wasn’t the only one who was breaking their rule. Her capacity to love had got bigger the day she had met her partner - her wife - and it had carried on growing every day since.
As her mind wandered, a smile spread across her face. Stef was right about one thing: she did know where she belonged.
Here.
Title: You Know Where You Belong
Rating: PG-13
Author: englishstrawbie
Beta: kennedysbitch
Characters/Pairing: Stef/Lena
Disclaimer: Here.
Summary: Post-Quinceanera, light and fluffy.
Author's note: Written for jjlolotte in return for making such pretty fanart.
Stef winced as she slipped her heels back on, her feet objecting to being squeezed into such a tight space again. The room was empty except for a few stragglers. Mariana had left, bounding off to meet her friends for an after-party on the beach. A pile of presents lay stacked up in one corner, waiting to be unwrapped in the morning. Stef took a moment to appreciate the peace and quiet, a stark contrast to the craziness of the last few days. As she did, she felt a hand wrap around her waist from behind and a chin rest itself on her shoulder.
“I don’t know about you, but I’m exhausted,” Lena purred.
Stef smiled. “Home?”
“Home,” Lena agreed. She scrunched her nose as she surveyed the room. “Do you think it’s okay if we leave without helping them clean up?”
“Yes!” Stef scoffed. “We’ve paid enough for this thing already, there’s no way I’m tidying up too.”
She felt a warm breath on her neck as Lena leaned in to place a kiss on her cheek. “Thank you for indulging me with this party. I know it was a lot of money.”
“I get it,” Stef said softly, spinning around to face her wife. “We’ll make the numbers add up, we always do.” She took a breath before adding, “just don’t tell me how much the tiara cost.”
Lena’s cheeks flushed with guilt as Stef looked around them.
“I haven’t seen your mom for a while,” she commented.
“She went home about an hour ago,” Lena said, hurt creeping into her voice again.
“Are you okay?” Stef asked with a tilt of her head, recalling their conversation from earlier that evening.
“Yes. No,” Lena answered, shaking her head with frustration. “I don’t know, but I do know that I’m not going to let it ruin the twins’ birthday celebrations.”
Stef responded with a slight nod, knowing that this wasn’t the end of their conversation. Still, they had planned a family lunch tomorrow for Jesus and the last thing either of them wanted was for there to be a bad atmosphere around the table. She reached out and grabbed Lena’s hand, squeezing it gently and eliciting the smile she wanted to see.
“Come on, let’s go home.” Stef paused, looking around the room once more. “Honey, do you have any idea where the rest of our kids are?”
Lena followed her gaze, surveying the empty space. “I got a message from Brandon saying that he was driving Mike home. I think he was knocking back the scotch a little too hard,” she said. She studied Stef’s face, watching as it darkened slightly. “Should we would be worried?”
Stef bit her bottom lip. “I don’t know,” she admitted ruefully. “What about Jesus?”
“Walking Lexi home. Callie?”
Their eyes met, feeling simultaneously worried and guilty that they didn’t know where their foster daughter was.
“She’s probably at the beach too, right?” Lena asked, trying to convince them both that there was nothing to be concerned about. “I’ll text Mariana and tell her to look out for her.”
“Maybe it’s time to get Callie a cellphone like the others,” Stef mused.
They both looked down at the sleeping form nearby, the last member of the family to count off the list.
“And then there’s Jude.”
He was lying across three seats at the next table, his jacket slung over his body as he slept peacefully.
“And Jude,” Stef said fondly.
“Stef.” Lena’s voice had a warning tone.
“What?” Stef asked, eyes wide with innocence.
“We agreed to give these kids a home on one condition...”
“...I know. Don’t fall in love with them. I’m not,” Stef denied, convincing no one.
Lena smiled, knowing her wife all too well. “Uh huh.” She shuffled in closer and caught her lips in a kiss. “Let’s go home.”
* * * * * * * * * *
Stef dropped onto the mattress, lying back with her legs hanging over the edge of the bed, and let out a loud sigh of relief on behalf of her feet.
“I feel like I could sleep for a week,” she groaned, closing her eyes and sinking into the sheets. “What are the chances that the kids’ll let us sleep in tomorrow?”
Lena smiled, slipping out of her heels and shrugging her jacket off, tossing it to one side. She wandered to the end of the bed and lifted Stef’s legs one by one, sliding each shoe off and dropping it on the floor. Stef opened her eyes slightly, squinting up at the beauty at the end of the bed.
“You wanna give me a foot rub while you’re down there?” she said with a cheeky smile.
Lena grinned and dug her thumbs into Stef’s arches. Her wife sighed, eyes rolling back into her head and a soft moan of pleasure escaping from her lips.
“Oh, you’re really good at that.”
“Yeah?”
“Hmm. You’ve always been good with your hands.”
Lena chuckled, working the aches and pains in her partner’s feet. “And what do I get in return?” she asked flirtatiously.
Stef opened her eyes and smiled. “How about breakfast in bed?”
Lena pursed her lips, pretending to think about the suggestion.
“No? How about I make dinner every night for the next week?”
“Hmm, maybe,” Lena teased.
“You’re a hard woman to please,” Stef grumbled with a playful pout. “Ok, so what would you like in return?”
Lena smirked. She let go of Stef’s feet, ignoring her protests, and dropped down onto the bed. She slid in between Stef’s legs and, resting her hands either side of her shoulders, lowered her body gracefully on top of her wife.
“I can think of one thing I really, really want,” she murmured, their lips brushing together as she spoke.
“Yeah?” Stef’s hands found their way to Lena’s hips and underneath her shirt, running her fingertips over soft skin. “What thing?”
Lena answered her with a kiss, pressing her lips down hard. Another satisfied moan escaped from the woman underneath her and she smiled smugly into the kiss. Stef’s back arched as she lifted her legs, the bottom of her dress falling to the top of her legs. Lena let her body weight dip as she moved one hand down the bed, running her palms down Stef’s toned thigh. Their kiss deepened. It had been a while since they’d had a night to themselves and Lena felt months of desire beginning to stir, spreading across her stomach. Her chest tightened as Stef’s hands ran up and down her back, grabbing her ass and hauling her in closer; hips clashing. All the while, their lips stayed locked together.
If only the kids hadn’t arrived home earlier than expected.
The sound of arguing floated into the bedroom. Lena lifted her body up as rapid Spanish filled their ears, while Stef tipped her head backwards.
“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.”
“Is that the twins?” Lena questioned, a frown forming on her face. She rolled onto her side of the bed, lifting onto her elbows. They lay side by side as they listened to the fighting get louder.
“We should probably intervene,” Lena sighed.
“Uh huh,” Stef grunted non-committedly. She copied Lena’s actions and lifted up onto her elbows. “Ready?”
Lena nodded. They both raised one hand.
“Rock, paper, scissors,” they said in unison. Lena made a cutting motion with her scissors towards Stef’s flat paper hand.
“Ugh,” Stef grumbled. She shuffled down the bed, swatting Lena’s legs as she stood up.
“You’re lucky you’re pretty.”
Lena laughed as Stef walked out of the room, dropping back down onto the bed as she heard her wife berate their children for the interruption.
”The next person who yells is getting grounded for a month!”
She let out a deep sigh, hoping to vent her frustration with one big exhale. This wasn’t exactly the end to the evening she had been hoping for.
As she listened to Stef trying to diffuse the situation downstairs, she thought about the night they’d had. She thought about the kids waltzing and how grown up they had looked. When did that happen? When did they stop being her babies? She thought about the video montage that she and Stef had put together, hours spent pouring over videos and photos of the life and the family they had built together. Now that family was getting bigger and she knew that Stef wasn’t the only one who was breaking their rule. Her capacity to love had got bigger the day she had met her partner - her wife - and it had carried on growing every day since.
As her mind wandered, a smile spread across her face. Stef was right about one thing: she did know where she belonged.
Here.