Tina awoke slowly, her eyes slowly focusing on the white sheets that smelled of fresh detergent.  She was on her stomach, finding it to be the most comfortable position to sleep in, but as her eyes traveled the length of her arm she found that she had, at some point during the night, invaded the other side of the bed.  Her left hand was resting on top of a slender but toned forearm that was the most beautiful mocha color Tina had ever touched.  Her fingers ever so slowly moved against that skin, careful not to disrupt its owner.

She could feel strong thighs making a sandwich out of her own leg, holding her in place. 

Her hazel eyes made their way up from their joined arms, grazing over the swell of the brunette’s breasts which rose and fell with each breath that she took while asleep on her back.

The brown eyes were shut, but the lids relaxed, her right arm thrown over her forehead, her left tucked against her cheek.  Tina was sure she had never seen a more adorably perfect sight.  Bette may be all alpha and in control when awake, but asleep she looked like an innocent child. 

Tine fought the urge to reach up and brush away the stray tendril that had fallen in her face.  She watched in fascination as it fluttered against her face with each breath the brunette took. 

Bette mumbled something indecipherable in her sleep, her right arm moving to Tina’s back, finding rest there once again relaxing.  Tina smiled inwardly, welcoming the tender contact. 

Unable to resist, Tina slowly rubbed her leg against the brunette’s, her smile growing hearing the soft moan escape those perfect lips.  Tina felt the pressure on her back increase as Bette’s hand responded to her touch. 

Bette’s fingers splayed across her back, pulling her closer.  Tina scooted in, snuggling against the brunette’s chest.  She inhaled deeply, admiring the natural scent of her sleeping partner.  She smelled amazing.  Tina couldn’t deny how good it felt to be in Bette’s arms.  Her brow furrowed momentarily as she thought about the implications of what that meant.  Determined not to ruin the moment by overanalyzing it, she nestled in further, her lips resting lightly against the gorgeous woman’s collarbone.