Lena Oxton leaned casually against the kitchen counter, one leg crossed over the other, her ever-present smirk dancing on her lips. She wore a loose gray T-shirt that hung off one shoulder, exposing a glimpse of a sports bra, and a pair of ripped jeans that clung to her legs perfectly. Angela Ziegler stood across from her, barefoot in a simple white tank top and soft cotton shorts, hair tied into a loose ponytail. The sunlight streaming through the window lit up her golden hair, making her look impossibly radiant.
The two were sharing a quiet afternoon, sipping on coffee, conversation flowing naturally.
“Y’know, Ange,” Lena started, tilting her head mischievously, “I’ve always wondered something.”
Angela glanced up from her mug, raising a brow. “What’s that?”
“How you’d react if I did… this.” Without warning, Lena leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to Angela’s lips. It was quick—barely a brush—but enough to leave the doctor stunned, her blue eyes wide in surprise.
Angela blinked, her breath caught in her chest. “Lena…”
Lena grinned, clearly amused. “What? Cat got your tongue?”
Angela’s lips curved into a slow, daring smile. “Do that again.”
That was all the encouragement Lena needed. She leaned back in, their lips meeting in a deeper, hungrier kiss. Angela’s fingers found their way into Lena’s messy brown hair, tugging gently as their mouths moved in sync. Tongues teased and explored, breaths mingling as the kiss grew more passionate by the second.
Lena’s hands roamed down Angela’s sides, fingertips brushing just beneath the hem of her tank top. Her palm slid over the curve of Angela’s hip before cupping her ass firmly. “Mmm, nice,” Lena mumbled against her lips, giving it a playful squeeze. “Been hiding this from me, huh?”
Angela laughed into the kiss, swatting Lena’s shoulder. “You’re terrible.”
“You love it,” Lena teased, pulling back for a second to catch her breath, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “You’ve got a really… grabbable butt, you know.”
Angela rolled her eyes but couldn’t stop the grin spreading across her face. “Is that your professional assessment?”
“Absolutely. Years of experience, love,” Lena shot back, her accent making the words sound even cheekier.
Angela shook her head, biting her lip. “Well, then. I think you missed a spot.” She grabbed Lena by the collar of her shirt, pulling her back into another heated kiss. This time, her own hands wandered, sliding under Lena’s T-shirt to trace the toned muscles of her back.
“Blimey, doc,” Lena whispered, breaking the kiss just long enough to catch her breath. “Didn’t know you had it in you.”
“Stick around,” Angela purred, “and you’ll find out I’m full of surprises.”
Lena chuckled, her hands slipping lower again, giving Angela’s ass another squeeze. “Oh, I’m not going anywhere.”
Lena and Angela were still locked in their kiss, Angela’s fingers tangled in Lena’s hair, while Lena’s hands stayed firmly on Angela’s ass. Things were getting steamier by the second when—
“Hey, Angela, have you seen—”
Fareeha Amari’s voice echoed from the hallway, her boots clunking against the floor.
Angela’s eyes flew open in panic. “Scheisse!” she whispered, yanking herself away from Lena so fast she nearly toppled backward. Lena barely managed to catch her, both of them standing awkwardly in the middle of the kitchen, faces flushed, trying to look casual—very casual.
Fareeha walked in, stopping just a few feet away, her brow raised. “Everything okay?” she asked, eyeing the two suspiciously.
Angela cleared her throat, smoothing her tank top with trembling fingers. “Yes! Of course! Why wouldn’t it be? Everything’s perfectly fine, Fareeha. Absolutely fine.”
“Yeah,” Lena added, wiping her mouth casually. “Just… you know… standing here… like normal people.” She stuffed her hands in her pockets, rocking on her heels.
Fareeha narrowed her eyes. “Uh-huh.” She looked between the two, noticing their red faces and slightly labored breathing. “What were you two doing?”
Angela froze. “Um… we were… taste-testing the coffee!”
Fareeha folded her arms. “Taste-testing the coffee?”
“Yep!” Lena nodded enthusiastically. “You see, Ange here made some new coffee blend, and, uh… we had to test how it tasted… with, uh…”
“…our mouths,” Angela finished, immediately regretting how that sounded.
Fareeha blinked. “Right. With your mouths. How else would you test coffee?”
There was a long, awkward silence.
Lena chuckled nervously. “Haha, yeah… weird, right?”
Fareeha stared at them for a moment longer, then shook her head. “You two are strange,” she said, turning to leave. “Anyway, let me know if you find my jacket.”
As soon as she was out of earshot, Lena and Angela turned to each other, barely holding back their laughter.
“Our mouths?” Lena whispered, grinning. “Brilliant cover, love. Really convincing.”
Angela buried her face in her hands, laughing softly. “I panicked!”
“You’re adorable when you panic,” Lena teased, pulling her hands away and leaning in close again.
Angela smirked. “You’re lucky Fareeha didn’t catch us. She’d never let us live it down.”
“Luck? Nah,” Lena said with a wink. “Quick reflexes. That’s what saved us.”
Angela chuckled. “Remind me to test more coffee with you later.”
“Oh, I’m always up for taste-testing,” Lena shot back, stealing another quick kiss before Angela could protest, both of them giggling like mischievous teenagers.