It was amidst winter’s late evening.  The cold night air prompted the responsive furnace to flame-up, dispersing its warmth to keep the small room comfortable. Its breath airily teased the blonde’s face, tickling her slightly awake from slumber. With eyes half-fluttering opened, she was slightly startled at first to feel someone else’s warmth covering hers. As quickly, her heart calmed by the familiar scent surrounding her senses.

She knew it was quite late in the evening seeing most candles in the room have been snuffed out. She closed her eyes, hearing only the rhythmic beating of Bette’s heart against her own as it lulled wandering mind. She must have fallen asleep sometimes ago in Bette’s arm after crying her eyes out like a baby. Tina felt a blush creeping up on her face as event of earlier coming clear in her head. She nudged her head deeper in the nook of Bette’s neck trying to suppress the upsetting thoughts from running rampage, to no avail as it teased her recollection.

Earlier in the evening, she picked Bette up from work at the restaurant and drove them both home to her apartment. A romantic evening filled with many anticipated first awaiting their commencement. A few candles and the roaring fireplace inviting their presence dimly lighted the room. In all honesty, Tina could not recall what they ate even though she was the one preparing the feast. The gentle heat radiated from the fireplace paled in comparison to the sparkles of desire mirrored in their eyes. Bette’s fingers were smoother than the delicacy she fed. Tina reluctantly let go of those slender fingers in favor of a more prized indulgence. Her lips, those succulent lips that seem more inviting with every pucker and lick as it engulfed Tina’s shaking fingers. Tina closed her eyes, envisioning those warmth lips gracing her fingers to change course, sensually brushing her lips, heating up her barren neckline, and leave blazing trail down between her….

Her eyes snap opened. Bette’s soft, warmth, and moist lips were one hers, urgently and undeniably sating her illicit thoughts. She didn’t know how but who was she to object. Those lips tasted so sweet, so supple, and so heavenly for her head to comprehend. It was doing wonderful and outrageous things to her body. Inflicting uncontrollable arousal of pleasure and doused her with a surge of hormonal adrenaline that brazens the next act.