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    I Need You Here -13

    Tina cursed the gods that decided to balance the cosmic scale so quickly.

    "Well, do you promise to love me forever and ever amen?" Bette asked, drawing ever so closer.

    Tina watched her with a mixture of trepidation, weariness, curiosity, and sheer want.

    "Do you know you haven’t kissed me since you got back?" Bette inquired, invading Tina’s personal space, but still maintaining a certain distance.

    Tina sighed. "Give me my keys."

    "Are you mad at me?" Bette asked in a small voice, recognizing Tina’s wary tone.

    "Where are my keys?"

    Bette sighed, dug her hand into her blouse, and extracted the keys from her bra. She laid it on the flat of her palm, and offered it to Tina. "Please don’t be mad anymore."

    "I’m not mad." Tina said softly, reaching out for her keys.

    Maybe it was the alcohol, or the hour, her exhaustion or her sheer naivete, but Tina did not see Bette’s age-old maneuver coming. As her fingers came in contact with her keys, Bette’s own fingers closed in, trapping her hand, and gently pulled her closer. There was again that split second before their lips met, that unspoken request for permission, and just like from the very beginning, there was no saying no.

    But unlike their first kiss, this one was not quick.

    Somewhere, in the darkest recesses of Tina’s brain, a small voice was screaming no, demanding that this was crossing the line, this was breaking all the rules. This was not the way to deal with this.

    That tiny voice was overwhelmed by the chorus that gave a hearty and sultry ‘yes’ as Bette ran her tongue along Tina neck, before returning her lips to Tina’s own.

    Ahh, *****. This was not going to end at a decent hour. Tina moaned both in frustration and arousal, but refused to pull away. There was no way she was going to pull away from this kiss. She wanted it too much. No, dammit, she needed this kiss. This contact. This…

    Bette continued her assault on Tina’s mouth, knowing fully well that it was when they started talking that things tend to fall apart. She too, somewhere in her brain, realized that this was wrong, that this was not the way she would win Tina back. But she also knew that when it came to Tina, the part of her brain that knew what it was doing has never really been of much help. Their attraction was instinctive, intuitive. It was so natural that they were better off when they didn’t think about it. Theirs was a natural chemistry and intellectualizing anything spelled disaster. Right now, that was what she knew. That, and there was nothing short of a natural disaster that would tear her away from Tina’s lovely mouth.

    The effects of the alcohol was wearing off quickly, their drunken passion being replaced with their drug of choice: each other.

    Bette moved to lean against the door, pulling Tina with her, before they finally broke away to take a deep breath. Bette held Tina’s gaze in a seductive and predatory manner. "Wanna dance?"

    "Absolutely." The breathless reply was out of Tina’s lips before she even processed Bette’s question. Before she could process her own answer, Bette’s lips were back on her own, her left hand on her shoulder, the other in her hair, holding her close.

    Only then did Tina realize that Bette’s hand no longer kept her own captive.

    Somehow, Tina’s multitasking skills got her to continue making out with the moccha-skinned beauty and unlock the front door.

    They stumbled slightly as the door gave way to their combined weight, forcing them to break apart.

    Perfect window of opportunity to stop.

    Tina gazed into Bette’s eyes. "Bedroom?"

    "Too far." Was the breathless reply, and with that they resumed their feverish liplock, and the window of opportunity was let go, and completely forgotten.

    to be continued.

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    Comments

    1. great chapter….it was so realistic…i love the tipsy/drunk side of bette and tina…and their undenying attraction to each other. can’t wait for another chapter.

    2. YEAH!!! Ms ‘Meat-tagged’ is getting herself some ‘Tina-tenderloin’!!! Yeah! (Now that the horny side of me has vented…I think this is just the thing to force Tina off the fence and pick a side…either stay with Bette or move on. PPPPPLLLLEEEAAASSSSEEEE let her stay!!!!!!)

    3. I know they need to talk before they have sex but damn just thinking about sex with a partially drunken Bette has me thinking outside my element. How could Tina resists. Shit after the NY bar scene I’m convince Bette may do it better drunk (Images from episode 9 flashes across my brain) OK, OK maybe she does her best stuff after a sonogram — but drunk sex with Bette is definitely hot!!

    4. Fantastic chapter!
      The gals are getting some finally. And to keep us waiting for the big payoff, whose a tease??
      Please post real soon as people are starting to ask why I have a big goofy grin on my face today.
      A Fan

    5. Well alrighty then! I’ll say it again, you are amazing! That was beautifully written…I think you get better with every chapter! Thanks.

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