Bette lay on her side beside Tina, streched out on their queen-sized bed…graced with big soft fluffy white pilows. Tina’s head was propped by a couple of these while
she sipped her chicken soup and watched the 11 o’clock news. Bette had her own head ersting on T’s shoulder, her arm wrapped around T’s stomach…lightly. It seemed so
long since they had been like this, a domestic scene, the two of them winding down enjoying the evening. Except Tina was recovering from terrible cancer and chemo, her once-bald
head now a crop of stubbles. She was thin, much too thin, and tired…but other than that in good health. Wearing a Wife-Beater and those old blue pinstripe PJ bottoms Tina was
quite comfortable, finally in her own home. Bette was euphoric, for once, just once, in so long…her family seemed to be at peace, at least for the past couple of days. Work
was on track, legal ***** on track, hospital bills coming on track, Angelica seemed to have mellowed a bit…..Bette paused at the thought of her. Her, her daughter had certainly
curbed that attitude, saying “please” and “thank you” but when Bette was just getting worried she snarled when she asked Angie to pick up her clothes, Bette sighed at that…it wasn’t a total transformation, just a clean-up probably. Probably
wont last either, but Bette was expereinced enough to appreciate it no matter how lengthy or short it was. what was bothering her was the fact that Angelica still didnt really want to
socialize with Tina. She always came in to say goodnight but didnt make that much eye contact. It was normal and to be expected. Bette could tell T was hurt, but they didnt talk about it.
And Tina. Her beloved. Bette snuggled up more against the woman  who had been with her through thick thin good bad great and the horrible.

“Bette?”  “yea..”   “ummmm…”  “c’mon, what is it”   “have you like, been…nah nevermind”   “jesus T you cant do thta, build up and not like deliver”   “well, have you been a little
frustrated, i mean its been months since we made love”   “ahhhh…so thats it, well a little…but you know you mean more to me than that you kow”  “i know, im sorry-”  “dont
apologize you loser”  “you just called me a loser”  “loser!” 
 
 Laughing Tina poured a bit of her bottled water on Bette, who turned her face away and wiped it on Tina’s shirt. “o great, now some of the bed is wet” Bette said groaning.
Tina shuffled a bit and she moved over toa dry spot. Bette went back to he rlittle nook on Tina’s side, Tina played wit hBette’s hair which had grayed a bit…Bette was too proud to
go buy hair dye. T played a little with the hair then caressed Bette’s bare still firm and strong shoulder…then looking at her beautful profile Tina decided she couldnt deny her wife some
release….personally Tina had no desire, it was like it was konked right out of her. But she loved Bette and knew she was healthy, and sexual. Tina took the remote from the sidetable
and turned off the TV.

 Bette stared for a second at the blank screen then looked up at Tina who smiled softly. Communication between them was very smooth in certian situations and this was
one of those situations. At first Bette didn’t know what to do so she just looked up at Tina with a curious facial expression that made T want to laugh. But she didn’t, instead she leaned down
an dkissed Bette softly on the lips, and then kissed again until it was Bette who broke away. “are you sure?” Tina nodded but whispered in Bette’s ear that it was for Bette not her own, she…
couldn’t….but she could…assist. Tina kissed her curious lover’s lips once again and this time Bette melted on the bed practically and Tina knew how much Bette needed this. She was so
good, so strong, not asking…Tina kissed againa dn again until it felt her lips were busted. No response down there but when Tina slid her hand down under she marveled at how
Bette was….dripiping. Tina blushed at her choice of thought, Bette reached down and flowed her hand over T’s, directing….T’s fingers and palm cleanly fitted to the perfect mold
over Bette’s *****, years and years of practice. Still, Tina breathed deeply and kissed Bette’s neck, Bette’s hips moved rythmically, her hand still over Tina’s her lips nibbling T’s earlobe.
Aww the familiarity of it all…the ***** love!!! Bette swooned in Tina’s embrace and bit hard on that lobe when she came…after months…she came and came and came. And rested, the two
of them resting in each others arms. A deep musky ***** smell rose like smoke, Tina held Bette the way she loved to be held…her head resting against on curve of T’s arm, and her hand
between T’s ***** on the firmness of that sternum. Her skin listening to that pulse of Tina’s heart.