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    Rhymes With Looker (4)

     

    As Bette played the last note of the song, she opened her eyes to some light applause from one very pleased blond. The staff working in the area turned, but knew not to stare.

    "So you’re not only talented in bed," Tina smirked, and now heads were turning up.

    Bette ignored the desirous stares and looked back into Tina’s eyes, shaking her head. "I guess I’m one big cliche, huh?" She smiled gently, resting her fingers over the piano keys in a calming gesture.

    "Not to me," Tina chuckled, sitting next to her, "You’re the only incredibly beautiful, poetic, erotic, piano-playing woman I’ve ever come across."

    Bette chuckled again, hanging her head down with fatigue. She tilted her head up to Tina. "Yeah?" When she felt the girl’s hand on her thigh, she looked into her lap.

    "Yeah."

    Bette looked up with a smile as the boys hurried around, turning away as she met their eyes. Tina got back up, leaning back against the piano.

    "So, wanna go back upstairs?"

    Bette smirked and turned to the clean up crew, "Guys? Some privacy please."

    They nodded and nearly fell over themselves filing out of the room. Tina chuckled at how distracted and clumsy they had become, looking back to the commanding presence of the brunette. "Do you always get what you want?"

    Bette held the tie of Tina’s robe, and pulled her over, admiring the show of skin when she unwrapped the thick material and let the sides fall open. "Mmm," she purred quietly, moving her hands in and around Tina’s hips to draw her closer still – soft kisses painting over her stomach. Soft wet kisses.

    Tina tilted her head back and moaned, her hands placed on Bette’s shoulders. Then Bette’s cool fingers found the moisture between her legs and she gasped, looking down into the deep brown eyes that connected with her instantly. "I guess so," she moaned, spreading her legs apart a bit further. Just as she parted her lips to speak again, Bette got up from the piano seat and picked her up, placing her on the piano with a loud off-key distraction to their ears. They both smiled, and Bette got between her legs again.

    "You want this?" she breathed, tilting her head up into Tina’s hair. Her fingers grazed the inside of a creamy soft thigh.

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    Comments

    1. youre story’s are getting better and better, hotter and hotter, please keep writing them, you’ve got me on the tip of my chair every time!! Chapeau.

    2. Great post! Will we see Tina responding even more to Bette’s darker desires? This story has been so hot on both the giving and receiving ends – hope you have more planned and soon! Thanks for writing!

    3. I love the way Tina can sense Bette’s needs and meet them before Bette has time to reason herself into a panic attack. She balances out Bette’s serious introspective side with her optimism and lightness but she really gets Bette. She seems to be exactly what she needs.

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