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“I think you were a bit too distracted last night to take notice,” Tina slyly said, smiling as she studied her handiwork.
“Well, it’s not like I’m innocent in all of this,” Bette whispered, looking across the blonde’s chest and seeing identical markings.
Tina shrugged, “I like it a little rough sometimes.”
“Oh?” Bette questioned, a small smile making its way across her face as she leaned forward- gently pushing the blonde back against the pillow. “I’ll remember that.”
“Don’t worry,” Tina smiled, kissing the awaiting lips that were hovering over hers- her legs intertwining with the brunette’s as she felt Bette completely lay down on top of her. “I’ll remind you.”
“I might need daily reminders,” Bette whispered as she grinded softly against Tina- her eyes closing as she felt Tina’s breath hit her lips.
Before the Headmistress could give an appropriate response- knocking began to repeatedly hit the dark wooden door of the brunette’s hotel room.
Bette lowered her head in Tina’s neck- disappointment filled her desperate body as she mumbled a quick ‘fuck’ before lifting her head to the side, “what?!” she shouted towards the door.
“Excuse me?!” Alice shouted back from the other side—her hands on her hips. “What’s got into you?!”
“Me,” Tina whispered as she gently ran her black fingernail down the brunette’s torso until it reached wet curls- circling twice before entering gently.
“Fuck,” Bette groaned into the blonde’s neck- she wasn’t with many women who had nails… so this was a different but welcomed experience.
“What?!” Alice shouted back- knocking again against the door.
Tina laughed softly as she stilled her movements, kissing the side of the brunette’s face, “ask her what she wants…”
Bette lifted her head to rest against Tina’s- clearing her throat, she turned briefly to look at the door, “what do you want?!” she shouted back- her lower body gently moving against Tina’s hand.
“Are you coming down for breakfast?” Alice shouted the question through the door.
“Give us an hour, huh?” Tina smiled- removing her fingers as she gently flipped the brunette over and began to lower her body down towards Bette’s wet center.
“An hour!” Bette shouted before her hands gripped onto the sheets; her stomach clenching as she felt Tina’s expert tongue on her.