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    Je t’aime (part 2 of 3)

    Tina chuckled, “I thought you might like it,”

    Bette cut her off, kissing her once again, hands fumbling beneath, Tina slid her arms around Bette’s back and deftly undid her bra, her hands running flat across Bette’s shoulders to grasp the straps and drop it free, both of them sighing with need as their skin finally touched, no barrier in their way.

    Bette pushed her back, straddling her belly as Tina lay back, waiting, no need to hurry as Bette’s hands ran up and down her front, gently rubbing her nipples and cupping the underside of her breasts, familiarising herself with the fullness and change. When they were younger, they were also smaller, but Angie’s birth changed them and watching her pump and feed just made Bette admire them more, and she felt saddened to have missed out on the little life experiences which transformed them from the way they were then, to the way they looked now.

    Tina frowned, looking up at her,

    “You’re body’s always changing,” said Bette, reverent in her reply,

    “In a good way?” Tina asked, unsure,

    Bette nodded, bending forward to cover Tina’s body with her own, “In an amazing way,”

    She slid her hands down Tina’s sides, kissing her gently, her face and neck as Tina moaned beneath her touch, their bodies writhing together. She knew the journey well, the subtle dips in Tina’s belly where there were sensitive spots set to tingle and ignite her on fire, making her moan and cry out for more. Her fingers hovered lightly beneath Tina’s bellybutton, heading south for the soft inside of her hipbone, the tiny hairs she would find as she slipped her hand inside, pushing her panties slowly down.

    Tina moaned, not looking, not needing to, just knowing that her body was in good hands with Bette, responding like it always had to the twists and turns and tiny surprises. Sometimes it made her think of Angie, of the way they were connected when she grew inside, the way Bette’s mouth lavished loving kisses upon her belly, making love to them both and cementing their need to forever be a family.

    Bette’s movements changed, her right hand quietly asking for permission, hovering lovingly in Tina’s perfect hairs, teasing them and asking her for more.

    Comments

    1. They have to work to be together. This can go on for a long time but sooner or later the world will find out what we know already, there is no other love like Tibette love.

    2. Incroyable!! You struck the right tone of their relationship and love. Not taking each other for granted but totally appreciative of what they have in each other. And not willing to lose it again. Just wonderful!! PPS.

    3. Babe, I think I love your conclusion most of all. Though there are so many parts of the story that I could point to as being just so lovely…your descriptions of those daily daily experiences, that human experience of being so in every moment (which is something I admire in you as a person and as a writer)…the way you weave the characters together through power imbalances and miscommunication to come to a place of harmony (which lets face it, is a natural place for us to live as much as it is ideal)…your ending really gets me, how when it comes to Bette, Tina’s sadness can live alongside being elated. Lovely work baby, and I promise always to inspire as much blushing as possible in you…not for its own sake, and not only because you’re so cute while blushing, but because you deserve every blush-worthy word and compliment I can give you;) xo

    4. “They weren’t that innocent loved up couple whose hands never parted, whose fingers and mouths kissed and touched long on into the night. Instead they were a family, and for Tina that was bigger, grander, and more touching than any stereotypical bunch of flowers.

    5. I’m breathless. That story was absolutely exquisite. I felt as though I was watching the two find what had been lost while exploring all that was new between and within them. Sofa, this is one of your best ever. So many wonderful parts — Bette falling asleep after her flight in Tina’s arms, the shared shower, Tina buying a new suit for Bette, Tina telling Bette she loved her in French… So much beauty and romance. Ahh…C’est Magnifique!

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