Tina bit her lip. Bette is killing herself trying to get this thing solved. Well, she won’t be working all night tonight, if I can help it. She has to take a break – and if we don’t make love to help her relax, at least I should give her a massage before she starts working.

Tina opened the bathroom door slowly, and then walked through it with legs that seemed to tremble all of a sudden.

Bette’s back was to her, and she was bent over, toweling her legs dry. As the brunette straightened up, Tina caught her breath, hungrily drinking in the sexy shape of her wife, as if seeing it for the first time. Bette was facing a wall, and probably hadn’t seen her yet, because they’d had the mirror that had been hanging there removed, and the wall sized mirror still hadn’t arrived.  The brunette seemed to be idly contemplating the wires jutting out of one side of the wall as she continued to towel-dry herself. The wires had been installed there so that they could connect the instrument panel that would be built into the mirror set, which would control the front gate, front door of the mansion, elevator to the duplex, and the front door of the duplex.

As Bette stretched, reaching up, Tina reached out to touch the muscles in the brunette’s back that moved sinuously beneath the silken skin.

At the blonde’s cool touch, Bette spun around quickly, audibly gasping in surprise. When she saw it was Tina she tossed the towel to the sink and opened her arms as Tina walked into them. The blonde ran her hands through the wet hair, whispering, “Should I call 911, report a sexy intruder who’s filled my dreams and my every waking moment, has materialized right under my nose tonight?”

“Mmm….,” Bette answered, moaning slightly, as she felt Tina’s warm body press against hers through the silk of the blonde’s pajamas. “Maybe the fire department, because a fire’s about to start …”

They kissed madly, as if devouring each other, lips crushing the other’s, tongues sliding across and over, desperately, knowing the kiss was not going to be enough.

Bette walked them slowly from the bathroom towards the sofa in her office as they kissed, bracing Tina’s back, until Tina bumped against the edge of the sofa.