Tinas heart ached at the sight.  She pulled Shane
back into her arms and stroked her head. 
Oh.  Baby!  Im so sorry. 
I thought.

Shane tried to disengage but her need was
comfort was stronger than her need for avoidance.  I know what you thought, she said softly,
head down.  I mean, we both know what I
am.

  No! 
Tina tilted Shanes
head up with two fingers soft beneath her chin. 
No!  Not what you are!  What you were, maybe, but no more!  Now youre mine!

The fierce ownership in her voice took Shane by
surprise and she felt something tight in her chest release.  She sighed. 
Tina.

Enough, Tina whispered and pressed her lips
softly against Shanes, tasting her sweetness,
tasting her surrender.  Her hands moved
down the hollow of Shanes spine to the small of
her back and, slipping beneath her shirt, her fingers traced the lines of the
tattoo she knew rested there.  A violin.  The sweetest, saddest, most romantic of
instruments.  How it suited her.

Shane moaned into the kiss, swirling her tongue
around Tinas, and pressed her body hard against
her, rubbing the sleeves of the robe up and down her arms, making Tina
shiver at the frictionate sense of satin on her skin.  Tinas hands
dropped to grip Shanes small ass as she sucked Shanes
tongue into her mouth and ground against her, feeling the slight sting of the
zipper as it pressed against her pubic bone. 

Let me feed you something sweet, baby, Tina
whispered into Shanes ear, flicked her tongue
around its folds, nipped the lobe.  Let
me fill you up.  Her mouth moved along Shanes
jaw, tongue tracing the angular bone, tasting salt and adrenalin and desire,
lips moving down her long neck and back up again as she thumbed opens the
button on her jeans and pulled the zipper down.

Unh, Shane dropped her head back, eyes closed,
mind blank to everything except the pure sensation of Tinas
kisses and caresses, growing more urgent by the moment.  She felt Tinas
hand slip down the front of her jeans, inside her briefs, and linger in the
curls of her pubic hair.  oh god, Tina,
oh

Tina swirled her tongue in the notch between Shanes
prominent collarbones and murmured, oh yeah as her fingers found her wetness
and lingered there, the warmth and slickness unleashing a fiery wave of raw
need.  In a choreographed move worthy of
Balanchine, she began to slowly walk Shane backward toward the couch, stroking
her slick labia lazily with her middle finger while her thumb moved to the hard
nub of her clit, her other hand resting in the small of her back