~~~~~

Tina was alone in a guest bedroom sitting on the corner of the bed. She wasn’t going home with Kate that night, or anyone else for that matter. She always made Bette out to be the dense one, when in truth, she still wanted her. She knew it when she broke up with Henry. She knew it every time she took Angelica over. She knew it when she was helping her get back with Jodi.

She knew it from their first night together.

Tina laid back on the bed and stared at the ceiling.

~~~~~

Fall, 1996 – Bette’s house, night

Even with her full weight on top of her, I can’t get close enough, Tina thought dreamily.

They were lying on their sides with legs entwined, hands roaming up and down each other’s bodies, admiring how their coloring complimented one another. Tina confessed in a whisper.

"I can’t stop touching you."

"I don’t want you to stop," Bette replied back in the same soft tones.

As she buried her face in Tina’s neck, time started up again – heartbeats slowed, sweat cooled and dried. The memories of sensory overload flooded back and the previous hour played clearer now in her mind.

They were kissing in the car, on the porch, through the house, until they made it to the bedroom. They removed their clothes with quick, unthinking movements. Bette’s body is strong and unlined – why wouldn’t it be? She licked her lips, Tina noted with pride, as her gaze devoured her hungrily – the thrill of someone new, something unexpected and unknown – to want and be wanted is a powerful aphrodisiac. Then came the initial jumble of sensations, the first hints of perspiration and desire, the hot flush and flutters that jolted through them as they grinded their bodies desperately to match their feverish kisses.

They slowed down and caught their breaths so they could properly make love to each other. Tina sat up and kneeled over Bette, running her hands through her soft, soft hair, then down her neck and shoulders, stopping to take in the suppleness of her beautiful breasts that contrasted with her stiff nipples. Her hands began spiraling downward but Bette reached the end of her patience and pulled Tina down for a kiss, then rolled her onto her back. They stopped kissing long enough for Bette to wet her fingers and thrust them into Tina, who nearly screamed as she threw her head back.