Bette pulled up to her driveway and was pleased to notice a light in her usually dark and lonely house. She entered her home and was pleasantly surprised to find it brimming with life. Xavier was in the living room playing with toys that were strewn about. He welcomed her home happily.

Xavier: “Auntie Bette!”

Bette: “Hey there!”

She bent over and scooped up the small boy. She never knew why he was so drawn to her quickly but she was thankful he was.

Xavier: “I made you something today.”

Bette: “Really? Well can I get it in a minute? I’m gonna say hi to mommy.”

Xavier: “Ok.”

Bette placed him down and went to the kitchen to greet a busy Stevie.

Stevie: “Hey!”

Bette: “Hey yourself.”

Stevie halted her activity to greet Bette. She wrapped her arms around her neck and planted a quick peck on her lips.

Stevie: “Babe, come try this.”

She pulled Bette over to the stove as she dipped a mixing spoon into a brewing pot and drew it out for Bette to taste. Bette reluctantly went in to taste. She was a bit wary when it came to Stevies cooking but she figured she couldn’t hurt her feelings. How bad could it be, right? Her expression left it a mystery just how it really tasted.

Stevie: “So?”

Bette was having a hard time swallowing as she fought to find words.

Stevie: “Chinese?”

Bette nodded in the affirmative as she searched for a napkin to spit the contents of her mouth in.

Bette: “It was a good try. It really was.”

Stevie: “Yeah, yeah. I don’t get it. The eggs were so easy.”

Bette: “Maybe you should stick to breakfast.”

Stevie: “Oh great, make fun of me!”

Bette: “Awww I’m sorry. It didn’t mean that.”

Bette leaned in and enveloped Stevie in a tight embrace.

Bette: “Thank you for trying.”

Stevie: “Your welcome.”

Bette: “I’m going to change, Xavier has something for me.”

Stevie chuckled a bit. She loved how Bette made everything he did so important.

After Bette put her beautiful piece of art made by Xavier on the fridge the three enjoyed their takeout she miraculously got him to go to bed without a fight once again. Bette returned to the living room to find Stevie cleaning up. Bette just stood there and watched her beautiful figure as she moved around the room.

Bette: “Leave that for tomorrow, lets go to bed.”

Stevie stilled her cleaning and turned to face Bette as she slowly walked towards her.

Stevie: “Lets go to bed. As in us. I could get used to the sound of that.”

Bette wrapped her arms around her waste and pulled her closer.

Bette: “I hope you can. You know it felt great coming home today. Having you here and Xavier, it just feels good to not have a lonely empty house when I get off work.”

Stevie looked deep into Bette’s eyes as a small smile crept across her face. She knew exactly what Bette meant. She leans in a places a lingering kiss on her lips.

Stevie: “Well if I can help it you’ll never have to feel lonely again.”

Bette: “I love you Stevie.”

Stevie: “And I am so in love with you Bette Porter.”

They both leaned in and relished a hot kiss. A slight moan shocking Bette’s senses as it crept from the back of Stevies throat. Bette ran her tongue across Stevie bottom lip seeking entrance which she willing allowed. Their tongues met in a fervent haste as each dueled for dominance. Hands roamed free as they stood in the middle of the living room. Stevie was first to come back to reality.

Stevie: “Oh yeah definitely can get used to this.”

Bette laughed.

Stevie: “We better get to bed. We have work to do tomorrow.”

Bette: “Work? Its Saturday.”

Stevie: “Not physical work. How good of an actress are you?”

Bette: “Actress?”

Stevie: “Yes ma’am. We’re getting your baby girl back.”

Bette just shook her head and smiled as she led Stevie towards the bedroom.

Bette: “Should I be worried?”

Stevie: “Yes…and no. Depends.”

Bette: “Well I hope it doesn’t depend on sleep because you will be having none of that tonight.”

Stevie stopped at the door. She put on a faux scowl.

Stevie: “Babe I said we’re going to need rest.”

She punctuated the T and the end of rest for emphasis. Bette turned around and began placing wet kisses on her neck right before she got a hold on her pulse point.

Stevie: “Oh, alright. Damn you and your sexy tactics Porter.”

Stevie squealed with laughter as she was snatched from the doorway and into the bedroom, the door quickly closing behind them.