Bette laid in Tina’s arms spent from their 4th go round of making love. Out of breathe, she looked at her lover in aww; in aww of the new woman she had become; almost sad and jealous that she hadn’t witnessed the birth of the more confident, take charge Tina. And even though Bette sulked over having missed the opportunity of being part of the new growth, she knew that Tina wouldn’t accept her rational. Forever Bette’s cheerleader, Tina would have said, ” Babe, without you being in my life and subconsciously pushing me to take control of my life, my career, do you think I would have survived seeing you with Jodi everyday.”

And Bette’s repsonse,”But how T? How do you figure me being apart of this new you?”
“That’s just it, Bette. You are apart of me. You are apart of eveything I do.”

Even though the conversation was happening in her active imagination, Bette knew that that was exactly how it would occur.

*****

“Babe?” Tina called for the third time.
“Huh,” Bette answered tilting her head up on Tina’s shoulder to look into her eyes.
“Were you starting to drift off?”
“I should be after the forth time,” Bette laughed.
“Interested in a fifth?” Tina asked using the hand that laid on Bette’s chest to gently stroke the woman’s breast.
“As tempting as that sounds, I don’t think I can.”
“I can’t believe it. The always insatiable Bette Porter can’t handle anymore of my incredible love,” laughed Tina.

Bette laughed along with Tina,making sure to distract her, as she snaked her hand lower on Tina’s body; cupping her sex.

“I didn’t say I was to tired to fuck you,” she smiled as Tina inhaled sharply.
“Mmm,” Tina moaned.
“What do you think?” she asked parting the already slick folds
“Don’t stop.”

Bette continued pressing forward, elicitng moans from the woman beneath her. She drew her fingers up and down Tina’s pussy, coating them in her juices.

“Aww,” Tina moaned from Bette’s touch.

It was enough to make her bottom wiggle closer to Bette’s retreating fingers.

“I need your fingers,” she breathed.
“And not my tongue?” Bette asked starting to move south.
“I want you up here with me. I want to see your face when I cum,” Tina replied looking Bette directly in the eyes.
“Your wish is my command.”

Bette returned by Tina’s side continuing to love her woman.

Her touch started out gentle as she lovingly stroked Tina’s clit. Up and down. Back and forth. Never once entertaining the thought of entering Tina…not until she begged. Bette loved the sound of Tina’s voice as it dropped an octave, laced with her arousal when she cried to be entered. And Bette didn’t have to wait long.

“Baby, baby…I need you in me. Please.”
“What T?” Bette asked.
“Please baby,” Tina begged in a southern accent, “Please.”

Bette grinned. She didn’t deny her love.

*****

Bette teased Tina’s opening with her fingertips, drawing slow winding circles. Bette saw Tina contort with pleasure.

“Tell me when?” Bette whispered in Tina’s ear.

The feel of Bette’s breathe against her ear startled Tina. She wasn’t aware of the nearness of her lover; of only her hand.

“Kiss me.”

Tina’s eyes dipped down to Bette’s mouth and the tongue peeking out moisting her lips. She was preparing for a battle and rightfully so. Their mouths came together like a crushing wave; never still. The fluid motion of their lips all but lulled Tina into the safe comfotable place that she hadn’t been to in two years.

Breaking the kiss, Tina looked at Bette.

“What?” Bette smiled knowing that something was on Tina’s mind.

She had stilled their lovemkaing for that moment willing to give Tina whatever she needed.

“I’ve missed you,” Tina whispered softly.
“I’ve missed you, too,” Bette replied, “I never want to feel that again.”
“I promise you never will.”

Several minutes passed as they stared at each other in silence; seemingly familiarizing themselves with each other again. They hadn’t had the chance to do that. To just look at one another and remember what it felt like to be in each other’s presence.

Tina’s eyes traveled from the delicate arch in Bette’s eyebrow to her strong but soft jaw. She couldn’t stop herself from reaching out and tracing the line. She frowned at the last memory she had of touching that jaw. She brutely lashed out and slapped her.

“T?” Bette questioned her expression.
“I’m sorry for hitting you that night. I will never raise a hand to you again,” she vowed.
“I deserved it.”
“Nobody deserves to be hit. Nobody,” Tina stressed stretching her neck foward and kissing Bette’s jaw.

*****

Of all the orgasms she had ever had, Tina couldn’t remember any one as powerful as this. Not even her first with Bette. Maybe because this one held a certain significance.

Bette curled her fingers instead of Tina, landing on the cushioned clif of her G-spot. Tina arched her back gasping as Bette played a piano concerto inside her body.

“Deeper. I want you deeper,” Tina cried and almost rose off the bed as Bette complied with her wishes.

Bette entered two more fingers, all coming together in a similar postion. She twisted her wrist giving her access to Tina’s clit with her thumb and began to massage it. The motion of Bette’s hand was quickly bringing Tina to orgasm. She needed this release. She needed it badly.

Bette felt Tina’s walls pull her deeper and knew that she was close. She retreated from Tina’s side to the apex of her body and tasted the love dripping from her.

“Baby,” Tina cried.

Bette replaced her thumb with her tongue and stroked the hardened nub. Tina bared down on Bette’s mouth wanting more contact. Bette in turn sucked on her clit.

“Oh God. Oh God!”

Bette sucked and rolled her tongue around the clit. Tina squirmed on the bed. Then stilled. Her mouth opened in a silent scream. Bette waited until Tina’s breathing calm down before moving her hand.

“No. Stay. For a little while,” she begged.
“Okay.”

Tina pulled Bette back up top to hold her.

“Shouldn’t I be holding you,” Bette smiled.
“You are holding me,” Tina kissed her lover on the lips as she settled beside her,”Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,”Bette smiled.
“Not for the amazing slap-your-mama orgasm…”
“You’ve been hanging around Alice to much,” Bette laughed.
“Maybe,” Tina laughed, too,” anyway…I intend to thank you later,”she winked. Taking a breathe, Tina returned to her serious face. “Thank you for returning to me.”
“Shouldn’t I be thanking you. I’m the one who fucked up. I cheated on you.”
“Even though you might not believe it, I forgave you for sleeping with Candace before Angie was born. What I did was a deeper level of betrayal. I doubted who I was; who I am. You helped me discover who I truly am and by me denying or doubting that I loved you, that I needed you in my life, I chased after Henry. If that were me, I don’t know if I would have been able to accept you back into my life. You are a bigger person than I am, Bette Porter,” Tina lovingly stroked her partner’s face.
“T,” Bette began.

Tears started falling down her face.

“It’s okay, baby. I understand,” Tina soothed with her own tears falling.