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    A Night in the D — Chapter 17

     

    Bette reached and slid her arms around Tina’s waist, unzipping the skirt from behind. Cheap material, Bette noticed. So undeserving of this body.

     

    Tina inhaled slightly as warm fingers slid against her hips, pulling the skirt down with it. Bette crouched now, almost on her knees, but the grace of her movements was all Tina noticed. That and those fingers, which teased the back of one knee. Tina jumped and Bette laughed.

     

    “Sorry.”

     

    “Uh huh.” The blush intensified.

     

    “I couldn’t resist.”

     

    “I understand.”

     

    Tina’s voice, while betraying arousal, also betrayed endless exhaustion, and Bette couldn’t bear the sound. She felt such a pull of affection for this pretty blonde woman who she barely knew but liked so much. So much it was crazy.

     

    “I want you to lie down and sleep. You’re so tired it’s killing me.” She shook her finger playfully at Tina. “And we have promised, repeatedly, not to kill this.”

     

    “Or to parse this.”

     

    “Or to parse this. Yes, let’s not.” Bette grinned. “I know you’ve granted me permission to leave your heart in tatters, but right now I just want to know that you’ve rested, that I’m not one more demand on energy you don’t have. Yeah?”

     

    Tina was bone tired, and now Bette was comforting her, which was always less than comforting. “You’re going to make me cry.”

     

    Bette looked shocked. “Oh no,” she said quickly, reaching again to pull Tina’s body into hers, hugging her tightly. “You’re just tired,” she breathed into Tina’s ear. “I can’t take advantage of you when you’re this tired.”

     

    But the tears were there, Tina felt them. And pushed back. “I am,” she admitted again, her voice choked.

     


    “Ok then, everything else comes later. Sleep first.” Bette’s voice was firm and again she led Tina toward the fresh bed, the crisp sheets, the fluffy pillow.

     

    Though Tina felt a bit self-conscious, standing there in nothing but her panties, thanking god she’d worn a nice, ***** pair the previous day (god, it’s the next day, she thought), still something wasn’t quite right about the offer.

     

    She looked down and stared pensively at the sight before her, then turned to her right to face the other one. The unmade one. The one that she imagined must reek of Bette.

     

    She pointed vaguely in its direction. “Can I sleep there instead?” she asked.

     

    Bette’s face was a picture of surprise. “In my-?”

     

    “In your bed,” Tina finished. “Can I sleep in your bed?”

     

    Bette’s expression was blank but her mind started to buzz. “I just-”

     

    “I know what you just,” Tina said, cutting her off again and yawning widely. “And I just really want to sleep in your bed.” She paused, then shrugged. “Unless it makes you uncomfortable.”

     

    They looked at each other, and for the first time that morning, despite her undressed state, Bette couldn’t take her eyes from Tina’s face. “Of course you can,” she said, swallowing hard.

     

    “Good.”

     

    Tina moved a couple of Bette’s things aside, before lying in what she assumed to be the exact spot where Bette had lain, matching her impression in the sheets, and sighing as her head hit the pillow. She pulled the covers up over her and smiled lazily at Bette, who stared down at her, still looking slightly perplexed.

     

    Tina was so ***** tired she could barely get anything out of her mouth, but the temptation was too great. “Don’t look so confused,” she said, yawning again. “People like to be confused. It means they don’t have to do anything.”

     

    Bette raised one eyebrow.

     

    “And you have a lot to do when I wake up.”

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    Comments

    1. I am just SO inlove with this story! OK, Bette, climb in there with Tina and hold her while she sleeps. That’s just too sweet. Great writing, you’re doing. Definitely a ‘must’ that you continue. Please? With brownsuga on top?

    2. I am glad they waited. I know, I know they didn’t exactly wait. And I agree that they COULDN’t wait – not after how you led them there. But with that animal desire out of the way and some sleep (togther, hopefully), the momentum for something more momentous will build again in you hands, I am sure. I will wait to see where you take us – and them – next. Thanks.

    3. I love this story. Yet another take on how they met and I hope that Tina will go to California. Both of them have already understood that they do not want to say goodbye to each other. This has been really HOT so far and I can hardly wait to see where you take them on their journey and us watching them. Thanks for the post.

    4. Aw, that was sweet of Bette. Now she needs to get in and spoon Tina and they can both rest and then wake up in eachother’s arms and get all romanticky. Hmm…your story makes me like some anxious kid…”and then..and then!”… whee! I love it.

    5. Amazing…really love this story. Tina’s exhausted and still manages to leave Bette speechless. Bette should get in bed with Tina. Both need rest for what is about to happen. Please continue.

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