A Perfect Love Story - Book 9

You Don't Think

LENA POV

I'm not sure what time it is now as Stef and I had fallen asleep at some point in the middle of us talking late last night. Between what happened at dinner, discussing what I was going to do about my job, and even talking about Denni and Stef's fears that I would change my mind about being with her, our brains were somewhat on overload as it seemed we were just working hard on communicating.

Our conversations over the last few months had been deep, and meaningful. They have been the deepest we have ever gone with each other which of course started prior to Redding, during Redding and now. Were they always easy? No, they weren't but the more we had them, the more I felt like we were connecting in ways that we never had before.

Stef and I were beginning to understand each other in many aspects, and we were listening in ways we thought we had, but never did. Sure we had talked a whole lot on base when we fell in love, but this was different. This was digging deeply into the core of who we are and why we did and said the things we did.

The last thing I remember saying to her was how much I loved being in her company before we both drifted off, and I had fallen asleep in her arms. I loved being this close to her, and it felt so natural, almost as if this was what it was always supposed to be like, and right now as I lay in her arms, listening to the crickets outside chirping and her even breathing, I feel so safe and possibly closer to her than I ever have since the day I met her.

Stef and I have connected on such a deeper level now, and I'm reminded almost daily how it all began back on base in 1969 when I was barely 19 years old. I smile now thinking back at that time...at how young we both were and those videos we had seen in Redding, at the time made me cry.

It was so easy to forget what we had, and in some sense witnessing it was rather jarring. We were never aware of how we appeared to others, and after we watched it, it was so very evident the love we had for one another, that never went away regardless of how horrible things had turned for us.

Sighing at the memory, right now her body feels both warm and inviting, and she is fully the Stefanie that I met almost twenty years ago, but even more. Her mind is now clear, no longer clouded by alcohol and anger, her heart and soul are so very soft and sensitive, and all those things combined are hot and sexy to me as I reach up and gently brush her growing, blonde hair out of her face.

I smile as I lean in and kiss her lips softly, but as I turn to roll onto my back deciding to let her continue to sleep, I feel Stef's grip tighten around me, and it does nothing but cause butterflies to form in my stomach.

"Where are you going, baby?" She whispers in a sleepy tone as I smile, now feeling wide awake.

Looking into her soft, now blue eyes, I grin for even if the sun is not fully up, I know what color her beautiful eyes look like at certain times of the day, as funny as that may seem. "I was just repositioning myself. I was gonna pull you into my arms next, baby love," I whisper back as she seems more alert now hoisting me up on top of her, as my legs fit neatly on either side of her waist.

Christ, Stef was beautiful as she moans softly, and I feel her hands run up and over my hips before she squeezes my ass very hard. "I think you should reposition yourself over my body instead. What do you think? Mm? I'd love nothing more than for you to run yourself all over me. I want to feel your naked body on mine," she whispers huskily as she stares hard at me and I stare back equally hard.

She is horny, big time, and she was always for me lately and I was for her. Plus, we knew since we were staying in the city tonight we would not be able to make love considering Frankie would be sharing a room with us.

As I stare back down at her, her words make me instantly hot, especially with how she is touching my ass as I lift off my tank top, revealing my breasts to her, and she smiles widely before sitting up and burying her face in my chest between my breasts. I easily throw my head back I hear her softly moan, her hot tongue swiping up in between my breasts as she grips my ass cheeks even harder.