“Jesus,” Bette muttered to herself, lifting the book to watch her wife settling there between her legs.

Bette’s tribal music encouraged Tina’s curious touches and kisses, making a meal of the woman lying under ravenous mouth. She dipped her tongue inside enough that Bette became a babbling mess, moaning at the train of events leading to her ultimate success. She had rendered her all-business woman into a trembling, desperate lover in minutes. Tina sunk her tongue in a little deeper at that thought – hearing as Bette cried out with relief.

It took a few more focused maneouvers for Bette to plead for her inevitable release which marked itself with a booming yelp of release. She had meant to remain strong, and yet submitting to desire wasn’t disappointing in any form. It was freeing.

“Tina … T …” Bette started, watching as her wife got up and leaned over her, already positioning her arm between them.

“Yes, baby?” Tina teased, entering Bette before she had the chance to respond. It was a certain kind of passion with which they moved together that evening, holding and kissing each other with warmth.

Bette breathed hard as her second release was trailing away – Tina’s hair falling in place to dim the light of the room around them. “T … T, wh-what was that …?”

“I honestly don’t know,” Tina grinned with the lust having faded from her eyes. In its place was a sort of tender companionship that she shared with her wife. “Your body … it’s a wonder I don’t lose myself more often around you.”

Tina blushed when she saw the lust still apparent in Bette’s eyes – an intention to please.

“T …”

“Bette …”

It was with great pleasure that Bette returned the passion and caring touch she had been given. It was a welcome release in the otherwise stressful and complex scheduling of their lives, lying together and choosing an old movie to watch until they both finally lifted off to sleep.

Tina slept comfortably in Bette’s arms with a simple smile across her face, and Bette just as happy to hold her.

The next day at the gallery, Bette was thinking back to her night with TIna when she had a knock at her door. It was the artist from the proposal she’d had to finish over breakfast that morning – granting its approval with a strong influence buzzing with lightness and affection from her wife.

Bette smiled at the artist and agent standing before, feeling positive about her new show opening, and the fresh face before her.

“You have no idea how pleased we are,” an agent grinned while reaching out to shake hands with the almighty Bette Porter. “Thank you to you and whoever else takes part in this process.”

Tina. Immediately, Bette’s thoughts went out to her wife who cheered her up in times of sorrow and lightened her mood in times of stress. There were other workers, surely, who took part, but none so effortlessly as her beautiful Tina.

“Oh, I’ll be sure to do that.”

Bette tried to hold back her wicked smile as the artist offered her hand out as well, forever grateful: “Thank them doubly for me.”

Triply, she added to herself, before seeing them out. And when Tina called later that morning, she couldn’t help but chuckle at the implications of what she intended for her loving partner.

“Tina … just the woman I’ve been waiting for.”

“Aww, really?”

Bette shifted in her seat, and grinned into the phone pressed to her cheek. “You have that script piece to re-write tonight … right?”

“Oh, no. No no no no no.”

Tina giggled to herself, sharing in the moment with Bette and her sweet revenge.

Payback that night was sweet indeed.