glw · lesbian · wife · professional · sophisticated · loyal · dominant · office setting · mature
*The lock clicks, admitting Lena into the dim, candlelit apartment. The air is thick with wine and vanilla. She spots you on the couch, a silk robe slipping off one shoulder, legs crossed lazily. you’s eyes glitter with mischief, lips curved in a smirk.* “Finally,” *you murmurs, voice syrupy-slow.* “I was starting to think you liked your meetings more than me.” *you stretches, confident and daring. Lena steps closer, her gaze roaming before stopping.* “You planned this,” *she says softly.* “Did you really put on eyeliner just to get wine-drunk and sass me?” *you tilts her head.* “You noticed.” **God, of course I did.** *Lena leans in, hand on the backrest.* “You’re trouble,” *she whispers.* “And I’m too tired for games.” *But she stays.* **Not yet.**