"She was your sister Tina, she loved you more than you can imagine," Bette said.

"It’s not fair," Tina whimpered, "she worked so hard to escape that horrible life she got into, and she finally makes it. The clubs and cafe were a complete success, she finally gets married. She was happy Bette why did she have to go?"

"I’ve been asking myself that for the past seven hours since the blizzard started," Bette sighed.

"I can’t believe it," Tina sobbed, "it’s like a piece is missing."

"Isn’t it ironic though," Bette said bitterly, "so many AA meetings, so many DUIs, and all to keep herself and others safe, and when she’s finally free of them, she’s hit by a fucking drunk driver! He walks away without a scratch on him and my sister…"

"Bette," Tina stopped her pulling her into a tight hug, "shh, don’t speak anymore baby. Just sleep."

"I can’t," Bette said, "I haven’t been able to since before it even happened, I knew it was coming and I was powerless to stop it."

"No one could have stopped it," Tina sighed.

"Make me forget T."

"No Bette, just go to sleep."

"Please Tina, I need it, I need you," Bette sobbed, "you’re the only one who can make me forget all my problems no matter how bad, even if only for just a few minutes."

Tina sighed deeply held Bette tighter. Bette snuggled up to her wife, leaving a trail of languid kisses along her throat. Tina lowered her chin and their lips met. It was a soft kiss. Yet it had so many emotions: passion, anger, sadness, love, desire. Tina could taste Bette’s salty tears and wanted to stop but Bette’s soft pleads wouldn’t allow her to do so. 

"Please, please, please," Bette whispered lifting Tina’s shirt up. 

"Bette…"

"I love you," Bette whispered discarding the shirt and moving back to unclasp the bra, "I need you."

Her movements were slow and controlled, but there was still an obvious desperation in her eyes. Tina couldn’t deny her. She needed this.

Tenderly, as if handling glass, Tina undressed both of them until they were naked. Tina was on top of her, kissing her ever so gently on the lips. Their breasts were pressed together as well as their sex.

Tina was grinding into her slowly, rubbing their damp sensitivity together. Bette met her every slow thrusts, her breath heavy and her body starting to clench.

Together they rose to that plane where nothing else existed. There was no pain, no sorrow, no grief. Just love. Just Bette and Tina. Their soft moans and sweaty bodies writhed together in a sensual dance that could only be done by them. It was hard to tell which noises came from who, and who was setting the rhythm that was increasing in pace.

They were one. Just like two people back to back with their feet against each side of a steep cliff. Together they must support each other to reach the top, and if one falls so does the other. They were one. And as one they reached to ultimate level of bliss. Together they hurdled through the hardest of times and together they toppled over the edge and fell. They came back from that private plane, trembling, shuddering, and breathing hard.

Then Tina laid her head on Bette’s chest listening to her wife’s thundering heartbeat and the blizzard in the background. Bette listened to the raging blizzard as that memory came back to her again. 

She sobbed and grieved for loss of her sister as Tina held her all night, not letting her fall off that cliff they were both climbing.

As long as they were together, everything would be alright.