”You are late” Helena muttered.

Bette rolled her eyes, turning her head to look at Marcus, whose eyes pleaded her not to continue what Helena has started again. She shook her head and put on her aviators.

”Let’s go” She said, relaxing against the seat.

”Come with me” She heard Bette whispering into her ear behind her back. Closing her eyes, she felt Bette licking her earlobe. Her knees buckled, but Bette’s sudden grip on her pelvis prevented her body from falling to the ground. ”Come with me, beautiful” She heard Bette’s low voice. She felt the heat from Bette’s touch make its way up her stomach, filling it with butterflies, then up her waist, making its muscles strain, then up her breast and chest, making her nipples harden and her heart beat rapidly. She held her breath, when the heat reached her throat and finally she released it with a loud moan, falling back into Bette’s body. ”I’ve got you” Bette murmured. Turning her around gingerly, Bette pierced her with burning look. ”You’ll always be mine” Bette smiled wickedly and disappeared.

”Bette!” Tina jerked up from her dream, panting. Realizing that she’s just had the dream again, she throwed her blanket to the floor and got off of the bed with a huff. ”Fucking dreams!” She still felt the slight warmth and it frustrated her.

”What dreams?”

”Shit!” Tina jumped, placing her palm on her fast beating heart, fearing that it can jump out of her chest any second. ”Karen! Do not ever scare me like that again!” She started to breath in and out, like she was trained in physical culture’s lessons in high school.

Karen looked at her sister bewilderedly. ”You didn’t sleep well or something?” She asked, flopping on the bed.

”Understatement of the fucking century” Tina muttered, slowly walking out of the room. She went down the wooden stairs, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

”Look who is awake! My sweet muffin!” Amy Kennard beamed at her daughter, while praparing pancakes on the stove.

”Mooom, stop calling me that” Tina whined and sat down heavily on the chair.

Amy smirked. ”But you always loved this cute name”

”Yeah, but not this morning” The blonde grumbled. ”I love nothing this awful morning actually. Except maybe a cup of coffee would feel my love, but still not a fact”