Bette wrapped her arms tighter round the warm body beside her, burying her face in the blonde hair that still smelled of the same shampoo that it had years ago. She tried to block all thoughts of the real world out of her mind, tried to lose herself in Tina, but an overactive mind such as Bette’s could not be restricted. She thought of Jodie, a low pang of guilt burned in her stomach. But that guilt was soon overpowered by stronger feelings, the feeling of comfort that she found in the blondes arms. And more importantly in that moment, the feeling of guilt that she had fallen asleep without reciprocating the loving that Tina had shown her the night before.

The brunette glanced behind herself at the clock on the nightstand, which read "5.03". She smiled to herself. At least an hour before her whirlwind of a daughter would wake up.

She slowly and delicately moved her arms from around Tina, letting the blonde roll over onto her back. She always looked so peaceful when she slept, and Bette thought with regret of how she had stopped taking the time to admire her former lover in this state. The last times they had been together there had been so many distractions, so many other things recquiring their time. The brunette reached out a hand to touch the soft waves of blonde hair that splayed across the pillow, but pulled it back before she made contact.

Instead she slid a hand gently under the blondes back and unclasped her bra with one hand. She grinned proudly to herself. You’ve still got it Porter. Softly she removed the bra, sliding it down Tina’s arms with ease as the sleeping blonde offered no resistance. She bit her lip to suppress a moan at her first sight of the blondes breasts. They were so full and perfect and she longed to clutch at them, to fill her hands with the soft flesh.

Letting her eyes run down Tina’s body, she hooked her fingers under the waistband of the blondes yoga pants. She mentally thanked the blonde for choosing such easily removable clothing when she dressed to come over the night before. In one motion she slid down Tina’s pants and underwear, casting them aside with an unusual disregard for mess on the bedroom floor. The blonde stirred slightly as the last of her clothes were removed, making a soft murmuring sound, but she did not wake.