Fluff fill for: Angst: Break-up for @stevetonygames
Extras: Tropes: Everybody is a Lesbian, Canon Ref: I remember, Kinks: Blindfolds, Kinks: Praise Kink, Kinks: Aftercare
Universe: Domain: Rule 63
Toni's laid out on their bed, her wedding ring shiny in the low light that glows in the room. She's biting her lip still, even though she's just come for the third time tonight and Stephanie is ready to let her, and herself, unwind.
She lets her fingers brush over Toni's cheeks, and then up at her temples, right over the blindfold keeping her blind to anything Stephanie's doing.
Tonight is special, it's Toni's 21st anniversary of sobriety. Her break-up with her old life, filled with even more breakups as alcohol consumed her, her days, nights and relationships one after the other. It is special, because it's the anniversary of how they met, in a bar emptied of all liquor, celebrating sobriety together.
"How are you, love?" Stephanie whispers, nuzzling Toni's neck where lines have started creasing her skin, licking a laugh line on her face, squeezing her thighs. "How are you after all this? After you did so well for me, baby?"
Even now, sweaty and obviously exhausted, Toni shudders in pleasure at the gentle words and Stephanie smiles, whispers more in her ear.
"M'good," Toni slurs after a while, her fingernails scratching the bedspread, looking for Stephanie. Stephanie takes her hands in hers, twists the both of them onto their sides, Toni's back to her chest.
"I remember, baby, how far you've come, how perfectly resilient you've been, how strong you are, do you? Do you manage that?"
Toni's silent, lets herself be cuddled even as she whimpers at the words.
Stephanie ghosts her fingers over the blindfold again, "Wanna take it off, or not yet?"
"N'yet" Toni shakes her head, so Stephanie just hugs her tighter, passes one of her legs over her wife's and kisses the nape of her neck.
"You'll always have me." she says, thinking of all the people Toni had dated before they met and who hadn't had the strength to stay, wrung dry by her relapses. "I'm not going anywhere." She adds, squeezing her wife even tighter. "You don't need it anymore, but I need you. My wife, my love, my sun and moon."
It's quite recent that they've started calling each other that, even if Toni's always been fond of cheesy nicknames. Has to do with the next instalment of their happiness, their search for a family of three rather than two, and Stephanie knows — they are ready.
