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Wordless, silent, their faces close they looked at each other. Their legs were entwined, Bette’s hand on Tina’s waist, the other on the blonde’s neck. Curled against her body, Tina’s shoulder injury prevented closer contact and she yearned for it, desperately. It showed in her eyes, in the positioning of her head, in the way her heart felt lodged in her throat. Bette made her feel safe, especially now.
“I’m just tired, Bette. That’s all. And I need you right now. Badly. But I can’t get as close to you as I want…”
That deserved more kisses, soft, soothing, kisses that stayed after her lips moved on… everywhere in reach, Bette’s head moving slowly so as to not jar Tina. Each kiss demanded a sweet word or two, each word demanded more kisses. An intimate bathing of love that neither had ever experienced before, a patience, a desire to understand, to soothe. To connect.
When she had adequately covered Tina’s face and neck and shoulders and arms, the palms of each hand kissed as well… Bette ended her journey with a probing, gentle kiss on Tina’s lips. And she could feel the blonde relax with each one, a smile tugging on the soft lips. “Bette…”
“SShhh, Honey. When you talk I can’t kiss you. And I want to kiss you, I want to love you and be with you on this day and all the days that follow… just promise me one thing?”
Leaning back far enough to see the slow nod, Bette smiled. “Wait until we get to the stronghold. Wait until then. Wait for healing, for strength, for clarity. Then I will do whatever you want… throw my sword in the ocean, ride off in the sunset… anything. As long as we do whatever together.”
“I love you Bette…”
“I love you more than you can ever imagine. Let’s sleep ok Honey?”
Bette laid one more tender kiss on Tina’s lips, a whimper escaping from the fragile blonde, only to be swallowed by her fierce lover, answered with a moan. Inching lower, snuggling in against Tina’s warm belly, Bette’s fingers unbuttoned the blonde’s shirt so her nose could press to the warmth and comfort of her girlfriend’s skin.
“You are all I need, Tee, all I need, Baby. I love you…”
Tina’s arm was able to rest slightly on the curly head, taking the pressure off of the need to keep her shoulder in line and upright. She suspected her collarbone was bruised and reminded herself to have a better sling made. With the pressure relieved, her pain was better, and she could only murmur a response, managing a “ve ou…”.
Bette’s eyes drifted closed, sleep claiming her as lavender filled her nose, and in this position they both felt the comfort that sleeping next to the one person they loved more than anyone else.
And the ship sailed on.