“Thank you,” Tina said handing a Bette the carton of juice so she could put in the fridge, “it was, really nice.”

Thank you,” Bette said smiling at her pregnant ex-lover, “I really loved being there with you. I really loved it, more than you can imagine.”

Tina smiled at her setting down the bottle of olive oil that was in her hands, “come here.”

Bette closed the fridge and walked to Tina embracing her in a tight hug. They held each other for along time, simply enjoying the presence of one another.

Bette rubbed her hands over Tina’s back as Tina caressed Bette’s hair tenderly.

“You feel so good,” Bette whispered, her eyes shutting tightly willing her tears not to spill out of her eyes.

“You smell good,” Tina whispered. They broke the hug slowly, unwilling to part. Bette lingered on her Tina’s neck, taking in her sweet scent, their lips almost touching as they parted.

Then their eyes met in that solid connection that could tear down walls. Tina gently wiped a strand of hair off of Bette’s face, then moved her hand slowly to rub Bette’s lips as Bette smiled at her.

Then Tina leaned forward and pressed her lips against Bette’s. Bette let out an instant sigh and closed her eyes, passion running through her body as Tina lifted her hand and grabbed her cheek tenderly.

Bette exhaled sharply when Tina broke the kiss and looked at her again. Bette was at a loss for words, trembling, and with no control. Then Tina leaned forward again more forcefully as Bette’s hands settled on Tina’s waist.

Then Tina broke it again, passion running through her body as she pushed Bette’s hair completely out of the way and she felt Bette’s hands caressing her arms gently. Then, passionately, their lips met again, Bette gaining a bit of control by grabbing Tina’s face.

They parted once more, uncertainty in both of their movements, but the passion and lust evident in their darkened eyes as Bette brought her hands up to touch Tina’s lips. Tina opened her mouth touched the tips of Bette’s fingers with the inside of her mouth noticing Bette’s ragged breathing picking up it’s pace as their lips met again and Tina’s hands unbuttoned Bette’s jacket.