Tina moved the two women backward toward the solid surface of the kitchen wall without breaking the heated contact of their lips. Bette barely sensed her back connecting with the firmness of the wall as she felt the years of her secret burden begin to slip slowly away. Tina’s mouth searched, probed and took hers with an unwavering intensity. Disbelief swept through her as she surrendered to the blonde’s love. It was as though Tina was pulling the pain from her soul, sharing it and changing it somehow. Gradually Tina pulled away from the kiss and using her lips began to kiss away the tears from Bette’s cheeks.

"Tina… why… how can you…?”

As she continued to draw the salty tears in with her lips Tina reached up and placed 2 fingers against Bette’s lips. Pulling back slightly she spoke firmly but softly, "Because I love you. You are the other half of my heart and soul. The past is just that my love–the past. It is not who you are now. For now hush, we can talk later, let me love you–let me show you that I am yours and you mine.

Not waiting for the protests that she knew were already swelling within Bette Tina reached up, placed her hand against Bette’s head pulling their mouths close enough to crush out the protests with the exploration of her mouth and tongue. A slow moan of desire and surrender escaped between Bette’s lips before she felt Tina’s hand moving to unbutton her shirt.

Every fibre of Tina’s being wanted to take Bette quickly, intensely and with no mercy–wanted to mark her as her own yet she knew that she needed to slow the pace of her desire to make sure that their lovemaking was not some misplaced show of ego or territorialism. Tonight she wanted Bette to feel cherished and loved not owned. Tonight she vowed she would do her best to heal some of the hurt that Bette’s confession had caused her.

With every button she released Tina drew slow sensual circles with her finger tips on the flesh she discovered beneath. Her tongue danced and teased the edge of Bette’s teeth, rushing forward and retreating. Bette felt her heart skip a beat with every new surge of Tina’s tongue. Somehow she managed to reach out and clasp Tina’s beautiful blond curls between her fingers. She was grateful for the wall behind her and the silken curls as they seemed to be the only sense of reality she could muster at the moment, without them she was certain she would slide to the floor.