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    And it Started With a Phone Call Chapter 18

    Story written on August 7, 2005 by justkeepswimming.
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    “A good laugh and a long sleep are the best cures in the doctor’s book.” ~Irish Proverb

     

    Bette then walked to the dresser where she pulled out her pyjamas, for the second time that night, and entered the bathroom to prepare for sleep. She soon re-entered the bedroom as she rubbed lotion over her hands, walked to her own side of the bed, and crawled in behind Tina. She quietly scooted forward, careful to minimize the movement of the mattress as she molded her body into Tina’s. Bette lightly caressed over her thigh and hip, letting her arm rest over Tina’s waist as her hand moved to lay flat on the surface of the bed just anterior to Tina’s stomach.

     

    "Couldn’t you find the t-shirt?" Bette whispered into her ear.

     

    "I decided against it," Tina replied, barely awake, but with her eyes closed. "I hope that’s okay."

     

    "You’re sure you want to sleep?" Bette closed her eyes as well and let her remaining senses consume Tina’s presence in her bed. The warmth of Tina’s body rested against the length of her own. Tina shifted positions, silently inviting Bette’s legs to intertwine with hers. The taste of her skin, only a hint of spice, as Bette tentatively reached forward with her tongue and ran it up Tina’s neck towards her ear. The sound of her breathing, the pace becoming quicker with the contact of Bette’s mouth and hands on her body, though still quite innocent. The scent that was so much richer than the mere hint of her that had been left behind on the t-shirt.

     

    "Babe, I have to sleep," Tina said groggily as her breathing settled into a defined pattern once again. Tina reached down for Bette’s hand and brought it up between both of her own, placing a kiss on the fingertips before relaxing as she held it to her chest. Sleep claimed her as Bette continued to rain gentle kisses onto Tina’s back. Bette took in the subtle aroma and taste of her briefly, finally settling in to appreciate the calm that had fallen over them after a busy day. She soon fell into the rhythm of Tina’s breathing and drifted into her own peace.

     

    Tina woke first the next morning, and saw the light just starting to peek into the bedroom. The clock on the table read 5:58 am. A good solid eight hours of sleep. She felt truly rested for the first time in days. She still held Bette’s hand between hers. Neither of them had moved in the night, but she felt nothing but comfort in Bette’s arms. She tipped her head forward and kissed the end of Bette’s index finger, then licked at it repeatedly, moving over a longer length with each pass. Once again she felt Bette’s mouth on her back as they started to move against each other. Tina rolled onto her opposite side to face Bette and reached forward to embrace her. Bette’s hand ran the length of Tina’s spine and rested at the curve of her low back.

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    8. This story just keeps getting beter and better. The length was perfect, as was their interraction.. Excellent update….although if you wanted to re-introduce to ice cube at any stage…..!

    16. I’m so happy Tina stayed over. This is one step of them moving in together. So sweet! Bette must really love Tina in order for her to let Tina wear any of her precious suits. =) Kiitos!

    20. Don’t think you need to tweak anything. Length doesn’t necessarily equate with quality. Please continue to entertain my idle mind with your exceptional thoughts. Thanks!

    23. Well well, your story is like the purchase of a fine wine, the beginning – full of expectation and excitement, the wait – for it to warm and develop full body, …. Right now I think we are the stage of having decanted it, and the perfume is positively exceptional, and after sampling and pulling the flavours across ones pallet, no flaws are to be found. All that remains is to sip and nurture this superb flavour and scarlet hew as it swills in the crystal of your descriptions.
      Thank you.

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