15 Years Earlier

            Tina quickly crossed the room in just a towel, her hair wet and yet to be brushed.  She swung open the door before Bette could knock again. 

            “I see you’re running a little late,” Bette smiled, walking into the apartment.  She was wearing her TenMart collared work shirt.  She and Tina had both taken jobs at the local convenience store over a year ago, and they managed to work nearly an identical schedule.

            “I know, I know,” Tina said, running back into the bathroom.  Bette walked after her, leaning against the doorframe.  She watched as Tina hurriedly pulled a comb through her hair.

            “Here, let me,” Bette said, talking the comb from her girlfriend’s hands.  She stood behind Tina and placed a kiss on the back of her neck before gingerly brushing the tangles out of her hair.  Bette met Tina’s eyes in the mirror and smiled.  She placed the comb back down on the side of the porcelain sink.  Slowly, she untucked the fold of Tina’s towel, pulling it completely away from her body and dropping it onto the lid of the toilet beside them.

            Tina tilted her head and smirked.  “We’re gonna be late,” she warned.  Behind her, Bette appraised her body through the mirror. 

            “You’re so beautiful,” Bette whispered, running her hands over Tina’s shoulders and down her arms.  Her fingers played across Tina’s hip bones and down the fronts of her thighs.  She bent her knees a bit to place an open-mouthed kiss on the soft skin between Tina’s shoulder blades. 

            Tina’s eyes closed instinctively, enjoying the physical adoration of Bette’s touch.  She felt hands climbing, climbing, climbing wordlessly up her stomach, encasing her breasts from the bottom, fingers stretching to manipulate her nipples.  She sighed, her hips grinding instinctively back into Bette’s crotch. 

            Feeling Tina’s hips press against her sex only served to spur Bette on further.  She hooked one arm around Tina’s waist, anchoring her ass into Bette’s body.  With the other hand she pushed Tina’s upper body forward.  Tina braced her arms on the sides of the sink. 

            Tina moaned, unable to stifle the sound.  She loved having Bette take her this way.  She craved the touch she knew would come, and knew that begging might only prolong it.  She tucked her head down and to the side, biting her own shoulder, needing to do something with her mouth.