Knowing that she wanted more than she could have in the front seat of a German sports car, Bette slowly and deliberately tried to reign in her hunger for Tina. It wasn’t working.

Bette let her mouth gently caress Tina’s breast through her shirt, eliciting another loud moan from Tina. “God, T, if you keep that up I’m not going to be able to stop.” Bette said, not sure if she had ever heard her own tone so fully convey the extent of her desire.

Bette brought her lips back to Tina’s for another tender kiss. She met Tina’s tongue one last time and then pulled back, breathing raggedly as she touched her forehead to Tina’s, trying to catch her breath so she could speak.

Tina found her composure first and still sliding her hands slowly up and down Bette’s arms asked “Why do we need to stop, baby, it feel so right when I am in your arms.”

“T,” Bette started finally finding her voice. “I want you more than you can possibly imagine, but going any further in the front seat of this car is not fair to you, and it’s not fair to us. I want us to build memories together and we deserve to have our first time together memorable.”

Tina smiled at how sweetness and lust could both fill Bette’s voice so completely. She nodded, biting her lower lip knowing in her heart that the physical release her body craved probably wouldn’t and shouldn’t come this night in the front seat of this car.

Bette brushed her lips one last time, a soft gentle kiss full of promise and full of promises. “Let’s go inside,” she said barely above a whisper.

Bette reached for Tina’s hand as they met at the garage door and brought it to her lips. “You are so beautiful,” she said and warmed when she saw the blush in Tina’s cheeks.

She leaned closer and letting her lips moisten Tina’s ear said “Do you know what it means to me when you blush at my words,” Tina knew she didn’t have to answer. She just sighed contentedly as Bette opened the door and helped her into the darkness of the house.

Bette turned on a light, and kissing Tina lightly on the lips said, “I’m going to go let Bailey man in.” Tina nodded and casually walked into the living room while Bette went to the back door.

She stretched, placing her hands on her hips and realized one of the cuffs she’d rolled on the pants Bette had loaned her had come loose letting the material drag on the ground.

Tina crossed to the table and placed her foot on a chair giving her easier access to the pant leg.

She glanced at the documents strewn about the table in a haphazard fashion. Bette struck her as meticulous in her work so she must have been looking for something in a hurry. Tina started gathering up the papers, using her hands to pat the documents into a manageable pile.

Her breath caught when her eyes found the details of three photos she had just picked up and placed on the top of the stack. She felt bile in her throat as she looked at the bloodied, broken bodies of the women in the pictures. Her throat tightened as her eyes met the cold dead stares looking back at her.

Bette was coming around the corner as she heard Tina gasp. “T, what is it?” she asked as she quickly crossed the room. Her eyes immediately spotted the photos in Tina’s hands as she turned around.

Bette’s heart sank because she knew anyone looking at those three photos and the woman standing in front of her would see the resemblance.

Tears fell from Tina’s eyes as she held the pictures up to Bette in her outstretched hands, “How long were you going to wait to tell me, Bette.” Tina’s throat was so tight she could hardly get the words out. “It was me,” she finally said. “It was supposed to be me.”

As her words gave the truth life, Tina let the pictures slip through her fingers and fall silently to the floor.

TBC