Home is wherever I'm with You

I'm yours... and you're mine

Set after 4x04 and before 4x05. Enjoy.

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The sound of her alarm, woke Maya up. Still a bit disoriented, she rolled over to her bedside table to grab her phone and make the sound stop. Rolling back to her previous position, the blonde was disappointed when she didn't feel the warm body of her very hot Italian girlfriend. The sheets where not cold yet so that meant the brunette hadn't left their bed long ago. Maya let out a long, content sigh as she hugged Carina's pillow for a moment.

Their bed.

Carina's pillow.

Wow.

Those words still felt so weird but also felt so right at the same time. Asking her girlfriend to move in with her during a pandemic was not something Maya thought she'd ever do but she certainly didn't regret it.

Okay, sure, she freaked out a little bit at first but once she had talked to Carina – before a very quick session of shower sex before the doctor had to rush to her shift –, she understood. They lived together now, Carina was not just spending the night as she had done many times in the past, the brunette didn't just need one change of clothes and a tooth brush in the bathroom. It was now her home too and had every right to occupy the bookcases with her medical journals, the shelves with vagina art and the kitchen with as many Italian spices as she wanted.

Maya had waited for the brunette to come back to their apartment and showed the doctor, again, how sorry she was for the way she reacted. They fell asleep sweaty and breathless in each other's arms, happy they had gone through their first 'fight' and had solved the issue.

The firefighter would have loved to continue the activities from the night before but since the Italian was clearly not in bed, her plans had been ruined. She sighed again, this time in disappointment, as she sat up and started to look for some clothes to put on. She grabbed her clothes from the night before from the floor since it didn't make sense to grab clean ones if she was going to take a shower right after breakfast that, by the coffee smell coming from outside the room, Carina was already making for the both of them.

The blonde walked barefoot to the kitchen, running a hand on her tousled hair while the other covered her mouth as a yawn escaped her lips and the vision that greeted her when she opened her eyes was marvelous.

There was Carina, moving around the kitchen as if she had lived there forever, her disheveled, sex hair gathered in a low, messy bun, spreading some butter on a piece of bread and setting it next to one covered in jam, wearing nothing but a dark blue shirt which rose up a bit, revealing her black lace panties, when she reached for the sugar on one of the top shelves.

The thing was, the shirt wasn't some random shirt.

It was Maya's Seattle Fire crew shirt.

The Seattle Fire crew shirt was important to every firefighter worth their weight in salt. Yes, they wore it on every shift and they had as many as days on the week but its value wasn't monetary, it was sentimental.

To wear one of those shirts meant you're willing to do whatever it takes to save a life, even at the cost of your own. Seattle Firefighters wore that shirt with pride every day and embraced what it meant with every breath they took.

So it wasn't common for a firefighter to lend one of those shirts to just anyone. It had to be someone truly special for a firefighter to even consider doing that. Most only let their spouses occasionally borrow their crew shirts.

So when Maya saw Carina wearing it, her breath hitched and her heart raced.

Maya from a year ago would have demanded whoever her casual hook up was to take it off immediately.

Maya from six months ago would have freaked out about the Italian wearing her clothes and would've panicked at the thought of 'going to fast'.

Maya from two days ago would have felt slightly irritated about Carina invading her space, even when she was the one that asked the brunette to move in.

But Maya from the present didn't do or feel any of those things.

Her breath hitched and her heart raced, yes, but it wasn't over a bad feeling. She wasn't freaking out, she wasn't angry.

She was so fucking excited.

Not only did Carina look hot as fuck in that shirt, in Maya's clothes, but the meaning behind it, of someone who isn't a firefighter wearing it, didn't scare Maya.

It felt right.

Apparently, Maya had been staring at Carina too hard and for too long because the brunette felt the blonde's gaze on her and turned her face around to look at her lost in thought girlfriend.

"Buongiorno, bambina." The doctor said, turning her face again to see the mug in front of her as she poured some coffee. "Breakfast is ready. If you eat fast, we can take a shower together before you have to go to work."

The brunette set the Italian coffee maker, or just coffee maker to her, on the counter when a pair of arms slid from behind, circling her waist. She tilted her head to the side, giving Maya more room to kiss her neck, her mouth curving into a smile at the sensation of soft lips pressing into her skin. The light kisses became wetter and wetter until she eventually felt the blonde's teeth gently nipping at her shoulder.

"Are you not hungry?" Carina asked, repressing a moan as Maya's lips moved up to nibble at her earlobe.

The fire captain pulled away from her girlfriend only to turn her around, her fingers digging into her hips. She stopped for a second to admire the SFD red logo resting over Carina's heart before leaning into her neck. "Oh, I am hungry... just not for food." She whispered directly on the doctor's ear before capturing her lips in a passionate kiss.

Carina tangled her fingers in Maya's hair, further disheveling it, as her tongue danced along the blonde's. She smiled into the kiss at the feeling of Maya's fingers playing with the hem of the shirt.

"You can't wait to take my clothes off, can you, bella?" The brunette teased as she left feather like kisses all over the firefighter's face.

In a display of strength that made Carina so wet, Maya grabbed her by the back of her thighs, lifted her up into the counter, careful not to spill the coffee, and settled between her legs.

"Oh, you're not gonna take this shirt off, ever again." Maya whispered into Carina's lips before taking the bottom one between her teeth and gently pulling back.

The Italian grinned, closing her fist into Maya's hair and pulling from it, which earned her a moan from the blonde. "Ci sentiamo un po 'possessivi, vero?"

Another moan left Maya's throat at the sound of her girlfriend speaking on her own language. "I have no idea what you just said but yes, yes to everything you ask of me." Her hands, which rested at the top of Carina's ass, squeezed the soft flesh and pulled Carina into her, pressing her core on her abdomen, making her groan.

The Italian rested her forehead on the blonde's as she grinded herself into the other woman. "I'm yours, Maya... and you're mine." She breathlessly said before taking Maya's lips into hers once more.

Those words were the last ones either of them said during that morning, any other sound coming from the couple were moans and grunts here and there as they demonstrated their love for one another. By the time they were done, deliciously sore, throats a little hoarse and definitely late for work, the coffee was long cold and their breakfast barely eatable but neither care, they enjoyed their little bubble of happiness for as long as they could before going into the terrifying world waiting for them outside of their home.

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Translation from Italian:

Buongiorno, bambina - Good morning, baby.

Bella - Beautiful.

Ci sentiamo un po 'possessivi, vero? - Feeling a little possessive, are we?

Sorry for any typos and also sorry for not writing the sexy part hahaha I guess that's just like the show would do it xD