Bette:  “I want to be yours.”

Harmony didn’t speak.  She knew what it meant.  They both filled a void for each other.  Bette knew the pain Harmony had from so many people in her love leaving her one way or another.  Bettte needed to belong to Harmony.  Prove she’d be the exception to the rule for Harmony.  She wasn’t going to leave.  She also needed to know that her past didn’t matter, her faults didn’t matter.  All that mattered was each other and their love.

  Harmony pushed Bette to the bed lying directly on top of her, their gazes never losing contact.  Bette spoke again.

 Bette:  “Make me yours.”

 Harmony didn’t completely understand why she said it again but she felt the urge to prove to her that she was indeed hers.  

She began to kiss her slow and deep.  She didn’t allow Bette to touch her as she placed her hands on either side of her body whispering,

 Harmony:  “Let me enjoy you.”

 And so she continued.  She placed hot wet kisses on every part of visible skin on her body and when it wasn’t visible she slipped whatever 

garment that Bette had on, off.  She slowly and meticulously worked her way from top to bottom.  

Bette writhed in ecstasy below her.  She look her time especially to suck on the most erogenous of zones, neck, breasts.  Then she finally came

 to rest at her destination.  Now was her chance to show her that she was hers.  This was permanent. 

 Her past didn’t matter and they were about to start a beautiful 

future together.  Words didn’t seem to help much so she would pour her heart and soul into loving the new Mrs. Porter-Scott.  

She drank in Bette’s aroma for a moment, inhaling and letting her senses bathe in 

it.  She slowly dipped her tongue into her folds and ran it from top to bottom never allowing a drop of Bette’s love to go to waste. 

 She spread her legs apart as to get a better view of her much wanted target.  She was a jungle cat on a deadly prowl tonight.  

She wanted to transcend the physical and touch Bette’s soul.  She began to slowly lick small tight circles around Bette’s clit.  

She then placed her tongue as far into her as it would possibly go.  Entering and exiting, entering and exiting.  

Bette’s back arched off the bed as she grabbed onto the back of Harmony’s head.  With the free hand the two women intertwined fingers, never 

wanting to lose the connection.  When Bette was close Harmony began to suck on her clit.  This sent Bette over the edge and she moaned out 

Harmony’s name.  Never once did Harmony stop slamming Bette from one orgasm into the next.  Only when Bette appeared to be spent did she stop.  

As Harmony returned to a more upright position to hold Bette as she came down to earth, she noticed she was crying.  Harmony stroked her face 

and kissed her tenderly.

 Harmony:  “Mines?”

 Bette:  “Forever.”

 That was the last time Bette ever had to wonder where she stood.  She never again had to feel insecure about her past and the results of her future.  

She and Harmony loved each other that night and every night of their honeymoon.  This marked the beginning of a very bright future.