Bette turned on the shower.  Her arms outstretched, she stood on her tippy toes; just trying to stretch every muscle Helena may have made her use.  She smiled at the thought of the night she just had.

She left the door open, smiling to herself as she turned the water on and stepped inside.  She regretted getting in the shower so soon—the water chilled her to her bones before it warmed up to a comfortable temperature.

She ducked her head under the warm water, soaking her long hair and face.

Helena laid her head back against the pillow.  She rolled into Bette’s pillow, smelling the scent of her hair.  She could hear the sound of the shower, so she got up.  The door was open and Helena took that as an invitation to join her.  She pulled the curtain slightly and stepped inside. 

She ran her hands along the length of her body.  Her fingers ran the course of Bette’s muscular sides—her taut ripples of tight flesh.  She wrapped her arms tightly around the taller brunette.

“You’re not going to be able to get rid of me.” Helena said against her neck.

“Who said I wanted to?”  Bette interlocked their fingers and brought one hand to her lips.  She placed a soft kiss on her knuckles.

Helena placed a soft kiss against Bette’s neck.  With one hand, Helena parted Bette’s legs.  She ran her fingers slowly against the curls there, dipping her middle finger to touch her clit.

Bette hissed softly at the attention.

“Bette, your body feels so good.” She said it aloud, but she didn’t mean to.  Off her lips, it sounded too tender.  She didn’t want to come across as some love-struck novice, even though that was exactly what she felt like.  For whatever reason, she couldn’t stop the words from spilling over her lips, “I just want to touch you for entire day.  Just me and you—all day long.”

Bette groaned, seemingly in agreement.

If only Helena could figure out what she was thinking.  She sensed Bette would allow her to take this further, so she slid her fingers inside, finding her to be still wet from the night before.