However, it was exciting.

Bette’s ‘What has gotten into you?’ was a phrase Tina repeated silently to herself before answering. “I would say YOU, but you haven’t tried yet,” Tina giggled, following her over on the bed. And when she saw that Bette was about to insist Tina give her time, she needed to ask again. “Pleeease? You’re my wife, and you’re laying there in hardly anything, and I’m supposed to just leave?”

“You’ve managed to control yourself before,” Bette teased, trying to keep the smile from infecting her otherwise serious composure. “I know, I know. I’m gorgeous,” Bette joked openly – always so truly modest that it only enthused Tina further.

Tina arched her brow as another moan escaped while she scanned the body before her. That perfect body. “Come onnnn. What harm can I possibly do? – Let me just … massage you.”

“Let me guess what you wanna massage.”

Bette’s dry humor had Tina laughing. “No, I’m serious. Just … your legs.” She had spoken it as a question.

“Oh, you’re serious. Well that changes everything. Let me just strip for you, your highness, and I’ll do whatever you want.”

Tina growled with laughter as she held on and straddled Bette’s hips. With a little finesse, she managed to steal away her love’s hands, and pin them behind her back to leave her partner utterly helpless. Well, for the moment.

It was a position Tina often enjoyed, just to feel dominant and to hear as her beautifully stronger partner reacted to the idea.

Bette laughed at the stunt, trying to take back the arms that Tina had brought behind her back. “Tina … T, I’m trying to work!” And when Tina started to tickle her, a little innocent glow touched her cheeks. “T …” she panted, finally wrestling free, “You’re terrible. I haven’t been able to read one thing since you came in, you know that?”

“Pleeease let me touch you?” Tina whispered, snuggling up close to Bette’s side. Desperate. “Pleeease?”

Tina’s pleading always won her over, as Bette could never deny that absolutely sexual desperation. It tore at her self control just to lay there, but she finally straightened and reminded herself of the importance of her work. It had to be done for the morning, but if Tina wanted to play … maybe that wasn’t a terrible idea. “You can put your hands on me for a massage, but don’t touch me to … distract me, okay?” Bette chuckled, finally settling on the bed with her pen once again between her lips.