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The collar on Bette’s shirt was tightening on her throat the more she moved, it caused her to wake up and pull on her shirt to adjust her position. She caught Tina looking at her, and she smiled back.

“What do you want?” Bette asked hitting Tina in the face with a pillow before she stuffed it under her own head. She knew that Tina needed to eat, but beside the necessity of eating, Bette really wanted to know what it was that Tina wanted at that moment. Her mentality seemed all over the place but she also seemed exposed and raw, a lot more than usual. When Tina wrote a story she always put a little bit of herself into one or several of the characters, breaking down contrasting characteristics within herself usually drained her. Or even made her unbearable to be around, but Bette knew that was all apart of her process. So she stayed away, only coming by when she felt Tina needed a break from her own mind. Whether that was a long conversation, a slow walk around the neighborhood, or cooking in Tina’s ridiculously underutilized kitchen, it didn’t matter so long as Tina was all there when Bette needed her to be.

“Champagne.” She answered. Bette’s brow questioned her response, but she couldn’t find the words she needed to ask what prompted that answer. “I want to watch you drink champagne.”

“Tina, we don’t-“

“I was just thinking about how much I love watching you drink champagne. That’s what I want.” Tina gave a half smile at the thought. “You stick the tip of your tongue out and suck on your top lip. Every. Time.”

“It’s not like I’m aware of that-“

“I know, that’s part of the reason why I like watching you drink it.” Tina said gathering Bette’s hair to put it behind her head. “What do you want?”

Bette laid Tina back and straddled her waist as she answered her “I want to feed you.” Tina ran her hands up and down Bette’s thighs. “Will you let me cook for you?” Tina nodded with her palms splayed cupping Bette’s ass.

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“I talked to Shane today.” Tina said as she put down her glass of juice. She still wasn’t in the mood to get dressed so she just wrapped the sheet around her chest and watched as Bette cooked for her.