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Somewhere Over the Midwest
Saturday, May 28, 2011
The faint scent of lavender teased Tina as she glided her lips down the angles of Bette’s arched neck. The desire that had been smoldering just below the surface ignited at the carnal hum of Bette’s moans. Tina pressed her body against Bette’s, pinning her against the bedroom wall.
“T…,” Bette groaned in a husky tone.
Tina pulled Bette’s blouse open, then raked her mouth down the sheer black lace of her bra, down the soft mocha skin of her abdomen. She ravished the flesh just above the waistband of Bette’s trousers as she loosened the button. Tina quickly rose and captured Bette’s lips as she drove her hand down past the light fabric of the lace thong, past the protective fleshy folds. Tina’s breath hitched.
“Bette…,” she moaned.
A slight tug on Tina’s shoulder distracted her.
“Tina…Tina,” the male voice gently roused.
Tina opened her eyes. For a moment, she was confused. “What?” When the fog of sleep finally cleared, she recognized the hypnotic hum of the jet engines and remembered she was on the Peabody jet. Eric, hovering just above her, came into focus.
“Sorry to wake you, but Bette’s on the sat phone,” Eric said, offering her the handset.
“Thanks, Eric.” Tina uprighted her seat and wondered just how animated she was in her sleep. Slightly embarrassed, she quickly accepted the phone. “Hey, baby. I was just thinking about you.”
“Eric said you were sleeping. I hope you were dreaming something…,” Bette glanced toward the driver’s seat and saw a sly grin pasted on Cam’s face, “…umm, something nice.”
Tina blushed. “It was.”
“Good to know I still have that effect on you,” Bette said, but failing miserably at hiding her smile from Cam who was silently snickering.
“Wanna know a little secret?”
“Why, Tina Kennard. I didn’t know you kept secrets from me.”
“I think you’ll like this one. I started having dreams about you the first night after we ran into each other on the river walk.”
“My, my. You were a married woman back then.” Bette wanted to confess that she too had dreams and fantasies about Tina after their chance meeting, but her brother was listening.
“That should tell you the kind of hold you had over me since day one.”