In response Tina smiled warmly at Bette, and reached out to cup the brunette’s face tenderly between her hands.  She slowly stroked the soft skin of Bette’s cheek tenderly, traced the outlines of the brunette’s face with her fingers, over her forehead, to her eyebrows, her nose, across her cheeks, then finally, slowly across her lips.

She leaned forward to kiss Bette softly, slow, wet kisses on the top lip first, then traced her tongue around the brunette’s lips, licking the bottom lip.  She moved her kiss to the bottom lip, sucking it, tender licks back to the top lip.

Bette’s tongue came out, seeking Tina’s as it continued its gentle exploration of Bette’s lips.  Tina opened her mouth to seal Bette’s lips in a hot, searing kiss.  With long, languid, strokes their tongues slid over each other.  Their breaths were getting shorter, more ragged.

Tina moved to capture Bette’s tongue between her lips, then begun to suck on it gently, as Bette moved her arm around Tina to brace Tina’s back as she laid the blonde gently on her back.

Now on her back, Tina’s hands began to roam over Bette’s back, caressing the toned muscles it found there, applying feather-light traces to her ribs, then up and down the brunette’s spine.

Bette’s bent her right arm next to Tina’s left ear, to support her weight, as her left hand moved to cup Tina’s right breast, kneading and squeezing it gently. Then with her fingertips she circled the nipple area with gossamer-soft touches.  She squeezed the nipple, pulling and tweaking it, alternating this with squeezing and releasing Tina’s breast.

Tina was filled with a deep yearning for Bette.  She ached, with a deepness that she had never experienced with anyone else. How could Bette have worried about her being with anyone else?  She released the hold she had on Bette’s tongue.

She whispered, “You needn’t have worried, baby.  I would never have stopped loving you, wanting you, needing you.  Don’t you know what you do to me?”

Bette moaned, and slid a hungry mouth over Tina’s face, down to her neck, licking her with urgent, hot strokes.

“I was losing my mind without you, T,” she growled, then lay hot, open-mouthed kisses on the blonde’s creamy skin on her shoulder, licking the pulsepoint beating furiously at the base of her neck, moving up the delicious neck that she couldn’t stop dreaming about during the weeks they had spent apart.