Tina (sighing): I think I’ll talk with her, invite her to the barbecue Sunday. Everyone will be there and…

Bette (tensing): One wrong move, she’s toast.

Tina (smiling): You’ll be over there so fast she won’t know what hit her.

Bette (nodding; nuzzling the side of her neck): Got that right..  

Tina (leaning back and kissing her; losing herself in their love and strength; moaning as Bette set her on the desk; hands caressing her sides; cupping her breasts; feeling Bette’s hands slide up her belly; unhooking her bra; tilting her head back as Bette cupped her breasts in her hands, teasing the nipple with her thumb): Bette (clutching her fingers in dark tresses) we don’t have much time (leaning back as Bette’s mouth sucked on her breasts.)

Bette (rubbing her face against Tina’s breasts): I don’t care. (Taking the other nipple in her mouth; Tina had perfect tits, so soft and full and a perfect handful; reaching between them she unbuttoned Tina’s cargo shorts) the rest of the world can go to hell (reaching up and pulling Tina’s tank top off; her eyes taking in the beauty in front of her; unbuttoning her own shirt, tossing it on the floor and stepping between Tina’s legs.)

Tina (pulling Bette down): You’re so bad (tilting her head back as Bette’s lips brushed her neck.)

Bette (shoving the pile of books and papers to the floor): You know it…

Shane and Carmen’s House
Helena (grabbing her keys and her purse): Come on Mummy, we’ll go visit with Bette and Tina for a bit then I have to get to work by two.

Peggy (hugging Carmen): Thank you for breakfast…

Carmen (laughing): It’s the other way around Peggy. I’ll see you tomorrow.

Peggy (ruffling Shane’s hair): Keep away from the rabbits…

Shane (biting her lip): I’ll try.

Helena (teasing): Do you need instructions, darling.

Shane (flipping her off): Right here Hels, right here.

Helena (laughing and waking behind her mother): Later.

Tina and Bette’s House Den
Tina (her nails digging into Bette’s shoulder; sweat covering her body; Bette’s fingers thrusting, her thigh pushing against her fingers at a frantic pace): Gods…

Bette (ignoring the burning sensation of her shoulder; thrusting harder): Fucking beautiful (pressing her lips to Tina’s; moaning into that sweet mouth as Tina sucked on her tongue; her thrusting frantic and hard, Tina pushing back, meeting her thrusts.)