Bette looked at her, eyebrows arched in a questioning look.  Sarah continued, “Can Tina here (she tapped Tina’s shoulder) be the one I bring when we start talking about the price, and discuss who pays closing costs and all that, as well as…” she held up her hand as Bette tried to talk.

“As well as check with the owners of the first two floors about all the work you want to do with the exterior, and the door.”

She continued to hold up her hand, “Otherwise, they will see right through you that you really want this place, and that will make them more comfortable about keeping their original price.  That will just weaken our negotiating position.”

She put down her hand, as if to signal Bette could speak now.

“I was just going to say that, yes of course, it should be Tina who’ll be out with you.  After all, this place will be in her name…” this time Bette held Tina’s hand to still the blonde.

“T…”

“Bette…”

“Okay, why don’t you lovebirds talk this through at home, and I will get things moving on this one with the agent, ok?”

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Later that evening

Tina was kissing her way up Bette’s spine slowly, occasionally licking the toned back of the brunette, which had began to regain more of the underlying musculature that Bette had lost when she’d been abroad.  A thin film of moisture covered Bette’s skin (and Tina’s, too, if she stopped to consider it).  The brunette was faced down, still breathing deeply, having just reached a climax.

Bette closed her eyes as Tina gently lay on top of her back, arms resting also on top of the brunette’s, and their fingers intertwined.

Sade was playing as they eased into an afterglow.

“Bette?,” Tina whispered. She resumed kissing the brunette, in the back of shoulder this time.  I’ll never get tired of this, she thought.  The taste of her, the feel of her soft, silky skin.

“Yeah?” Bette mumbled.   Could life be any better than this?  Tina kissing me, then lying on my back, relaxing into me.

“Those oils that you’ve been using…”

Bette smiled.  “Uh huh?”

“Umm…did you…and we really don’t need to go into this if you don’t want to…”

“What about it, T?,” Bette mumbled.