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Some hours later, Tina was called to wakefulness with a dry throat and a confused mind. For a moment, she didn’t know where she was. The vineyard? Toronto? Then it hit her.
The knee she could feel against the back of her thigh was Bette’s. The arm wrapped around her waist was Bette’s. The rising and falling breath was Bette’s, and the body she’d made love to – that was Bette’s too. She closed her eyes and said an inchoate prayer. However it had come about, whatever she’d done to deserve this, she was thankful.
She turned her face slightly towards the pillow. Fracas, faint but unmistakeable, its heady warmth like hot, rubbed flesh. She swallowed. Their lovemaking at bedtime had been nice, an essential reconnection, but not even close to what Tina craved.
The sun was not yet risen. She guessed it wasn’t even six. She turned over slowly and Bette let her go, rolling back onto her side of the bed. They were still naked. Tina ran her eyes over Bette’s form, only just visible. Her eternally elegant neck and shoulders. She might have been skipping yoga, but she was still strong and lean and the ache between Tina’s legs was not going to be ignored.
She bowed her head and gently nipped Bette’s right shoulder. No response. She knew Bette liked mornings, but she didn’t want to wake her if she was tired . . . But fuck it. Angie’s alarm was always at seven, the decorators were due at eight, eight-thirty, which meant the bedroom – no, the entire house – would be off limits all day! She lowered her head again and flicked Bette’s right nipple with her tongue. Nothing. She wetted her lips and did it again, harder. Still nothing. Tina frowned, and had just resigned herself to booking a hotel room later when she suddenly found herself on her back, her arms pinned above her head and a dark-eyed beauty staring at her.
‘Hello,’ Bette said, with a smile in her voice.
‘Hi,’ Tina grinned, and bit her lip. ‘Hope I didn’t wake you.’
Tina could just make out Bette’s gaze roaming over her, consuming every detail before locking back onto her eyes.
‘You’re here,’ she said huskily.