There's a thunderstorm on the horizon. Trish is home alone with the kids and calling Ivy's phone to make sure she's safe but she isn't answering. She's just starting to worry when she hears hurried knocks on the front door. 

Before she can reach it, Jordan opens the door to a frazzled Ivy holding grocery bags and dripping wet. 

"Here baby, go out these in the kitchen please." She says as she deposits the bags into his hands. Calen also comes to help, bringing her a towel.

"Mama!" Mara screams running to the taller woman. Trish grabs her right before she dives towards Ivy for a hug.

"Ivy is soaking wet honey. Wait until she dries up to give her some cuddles okay?" Trish says with a kind smile before training her glare on her girlfriend.

"Where the hell have you been? I've been calling you!" She says with an edge in her voice but not wanting Mara to hear her anger.

Ivy runs a hand through her wet hair and looks sheepishly at Trish. "Sorry, pretty girl. My phone died and I got caught in the rain. I went to the store to get some stuff in case we're stuck inside for a few days" 

After drying off, she walks over to place a kiss on Mara's cheek before moving to peck Trish's lips. When the other woman turns her cheek, still annoyed, Ivy pauses before deciding on kissing Mara again instead. 

"Seriously?" She rolls her eyes at Trish's childish behavior.

"Hi, my pretty baby," she tickles Mara's tummy. "Go join your brothers in the kitchen, huh? I'll be right there." She puts the toddler down and chuckles lightly as she runs away. 

"She's getting so big." Ivy says wistfully. She turns to look at Trish whose arms are folded. Their eyes lock and while Ivy's is filled with a mix of apology and mirth, Trish's hold irritation and worry.

"You didn't give me a kiss," she says lowly, taking slow steps towards the shorter woman.

"You're soaking, I don't want to get wet." She mutters, annoyed, stepping back for each step the taller woman takes. She jumps slightly when her back hits the wall.
 
"I thought you liked it when I got you wet?" She rasps, blinking her eyes innocently, hooking a finger into the waistband of her pants and pulling Trish towards her. She slides an arm around her waist to cup her ass, easily lifting the woman and allowing for her legs to wrap around her waist before pressing her to the wall and grinding against her.

Expand in detail and flesh out the scenario and dialogue. Ivy's dirty talk is amazing and she knows that Trish has a praise kink so she uses that to her advantage as well.