Tina could feel the warm sunlight gently shine upon her face as she entered that limbo between being asleep and being awake. The next thing she became aware of was that scent, her scent, the most perfect smell in the world, the combination of every tiny thing that touched Bette, from the lime moisturiser, to the washing detergent they used to Bette’s own unique essence, the smell that made Tina’s skin tingle and heart beat faster. She then felt Bette’s warm toned wrapped around her, her leg resting on top of her, an embrace that felt so natural and so comfortable Tina could feel nothing but pure happiness. Her brain still in sleep land, she slightly opened her left eye to gaze at the Goddess who lay facing her, her eyes shut, her mouth ever so slightly open with the corners turned upwards. Instinctively, she bridged the gap between their faces and lightly pushed her lips against Bette’s, who began to respond, gently sucking Tina’s bottom lip, then slowly deepening the kiss as her tongue rejoiced in its reunion with its best tongue friend Tina. Tina could feel Bette’s hand begin to slowly move, from the small of her back, up to her hip, to the base of her torso into her panties, to the top of her mound, slowly grazing her clit, her middle finger drawing circles around her moist centre, teasing her with the promise of entry as her thumb gently stroked her pulsating clit. Bette slightly opened her eyes, breaking the kiss, her voice hoarse with sleep,
“Fuck T, that is some utter death breath you got going on there!” She smiled and resumed the kiss.
“Hmmmm..” Tina pondered “What the hell would my bre OH MY FUCKING CHRIST!!!” The memory of what had happened, where she was and why, hit Tina in a split second, and as panic and shock set in she twitched and fell completely off the couch. Bette, who had one arm around her and one hand virtually inside her, had no choice but to come tumbling down on top of her, which of course shocked her system in reality, memories of the previous night and her current life made all the more awkward by the fact she was lying face down on top of Tina, her legs spread apart in such a way that she could feel her own hand, through Tina’s pants and her pyjama’s, pressed against her own centre, which was now throbbing and begging for attention.
“Bette….” The sound of Tina’s voice made every bit of logic and reason run screaming from Bette. Suddenly, she didn’t care about anything, about fear that Tina still hadn‘t forgiven her, that they weren’t ready, about Jodi, about what would happen afterwards, all she wanted was Tina. Tina, Tina, Tina. She pushed her lips against Tina’s smothering her mouth and making as much contact as she could physically manage. She slipped two fingers into Tina, while her other hand struggle to rip her panties down past her knees, using her right foot to remove the completely, and then pulling her own bottoms down, determined to connect their lust. Tina responded to her kiss with equal hunger, the taste and feel of Bette being the most amazing sensation, as she pushed the jacket off and removed her bra with speed that would make light jealous. The only clothing remaining between them now was Bette’s top. The was only one thing for it. She ripped it open, spraying the buttons across the room as she had done many times before, knowing she would lovingly sew them back on later, exposing Bette’s soft erect nipples to hers. She pushed the top down Bette’s arms, and as her hand left Tina’s tender aching core, Tina thrust her fingers into Bette, leaning forward as her mouth moved away from Bette’s, caressing her neck, her collarbones, before it eagerly met Bette’s stiff right nipple, so velvety soft , her tongue slowly flickering and looping over its prize. Bette’s fingers re-entered Tina, as her other hand made its way up to Tina’s neck, supporting her. Tina knew how to please Bette like no other, her fingers moving decisively and skilfully inside her, she could feel how close she was, and could judge by Tina’s wetness and movements that she wasn’t far behind. She pushed herself up, breaking Tina’s contact with her nipples as she encouraged Tina up too, so that they were again face to face, she leaned in and kissed her. From that first connection of their lips on the floor, Tina’s head had gone from swimming in a vast mess of questions, regrets, feelings and doubts to a complete lack of awareness of anything that wasn’t Bette. Pleasuring Bette was automatic for Tina, she just knew exactly what to do. Surprisingly, it had been like this from their very first time. Bette had told her it was simply because she had released her inner lesbian, it had been dying to get out for so long it had formulated precise plans of exactly what would happen when it finally managed to emerge. What Bette didn’t know however, was that when she had been with Helena, Henry, and Brenda, that awkwardness and uncertainty she had felt with every guy before Bette, even Eric, the man she thought she was supposed to marry, had been right there, a little voice shouting in her head. Knowing she was almost there, she broke the kiss and locked eyes with Bette. The intensity of their shared stare brought them both over the edge, as Tina felt her whole body explode and melt, knowing Bette was experiencing the same thing.