Taking another long sip from her wine glass, Bette remembered their first night together.  They had been dating for almost a month, and they had made their usual plans to get together for dinner on Friday night.  Tina had found some excuse to invite herself to Bette’s, suggesting that she cook dinner at Bette’s house instead of at her own apartment.  Since Bette had a late afternoon meeting, she had given Tina her spare keys so she could let herself in.  “I never did get those keys back,” Bette now remembered, smiling appreciatively.

Tina had cooked, and they shared a wonderful meal full of conversation and small, intimate touches.  They eventually moved to the sofa as they had done many times before, cuddling, kissing, and staring into each other’s eyes.  Bette had no reason to expect anything more that night.  Bette had been taken aback when Tina had started unbuttoning Bette’s shirt, and encouraging Bette to help her out of hers.  They had undressed each other slowly, Tina constantly reassuring Bette that she wanted to make love to her.  They took their time that night, exploring every part of each other’s body, memorizing the spots that elicited a soft gasp or moan.  When they finally did make love, after hours of kissing, touching, talking, laughing, and exploring, they both knew that they were meant to be together.  That night was the first time Tina had looked into Bette’s eyes and told her she was her first, last, and forever. 

Bette smiled, then frowned because she couldn’t remember exactly when she had allowed, or even caused, that Tina to disappear.  But, it didn’t matter now, because her Tee, the one she fell in love with, was finally home, and was waiting for her in their bedroom.  9:36. 

***

Tina had made it to the bathroom in time, and was able to deal with the inevitable rush of milk that would have soaked through her black lace bra, and probably Bette’s white shirt, which Tina was wearing, as well.  As much as she loved her daughter, Tina looked forward to the day when she wouldn’t have to worry about such things.  Tina wondered if she should check in with Kit. 

‘No,’ she thought to herself, ‘Kit has everything under control, and she knows how to reach us.’  Tina didn’t want Bette to think she had anything less than her undivided attention. 

She then shifted her focus to the bedroom, lighting the candles she had set out earlier.  As she worked her way around the room, Tina felt a sense of déjà vu, flashing back to the night she and Bette had made love the first time.  Tina recalled that night well, unable to fight back the smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.  Tina had always been able to read Bette like a book.  More importantly, Tina was very aware of her gift for getting Bette exactly where she wanted her, doing exactly what she wanted, all while making Bette think it had been her idea in the first place.  Tina had set the pace that evening, Bette freely yielding all control to her, and it was one of the most wonderful nights of their life together.  Tina knew it was time to recreate the magic from that first night.  She turned down the covers, and stretched herself out over the bed to wait for Bette.

(To Be Continued…and you do know what’s coming next. ;))