"What are you reading?" a distant voice asked.

Tina looked up from her book and smiled when she felt Bette’s arms wrapping themselves around her body. She stretched, yawned and said: "A book."

"I had kind of figured you weren’t reading the toiler paper," the brunette smirked. "Your parents are away for the week, your brother is visiting his old friends – we have to enjoy this, for once we have the entire place to ourselves and also the time to use it… nicely."

"I happen to enjoy reading," Tina said with a playful smile. She was just teasing her girlfriend, knowing how she would want to spend this time alone. It actually surprised her that Bette had not made a move on her within the first five minutes.

"I happen to remember there are other pastimes you enjoy tremendously as well," Bette wiggled her eyebrows. She sat down next to Tina and slowly took the book out of her hand, being considerate enough to give her girlfriend the time to put her bookmarker between the pages.

Tina struggled for a moment – somehow she felt guilty to just close this book that was about such a serious, horrible event in history where people had suffered greatly, far beyond her imagination, to make out with her girlfriend. But how could she resist that sultry smile, those seductive eyes? She decided that the people that the book represented wouldn’t have wanted her to miss out on the joys of life like they had and surrendered.

Their lips made contact and before they knew it, they were in another world and there was nobody who could take them from it.

–

Bette stopped dead in her tracks, rubbed her eyes, pinched her arm.

Tina looked up at her innocently, as if nothing unusual was going on. She took another bite.

"Uhm, Tina – do you realise that’s an apple in your hand and not a burger?"

"I do."

"…"

"What? A girl can’t eat an apple?"

"Surely, you fathom the fact that the cup of coffee in your other hand works counterproductive?"

Tina’s face fell. "Baby steps," she muttered.

The reason Tina was eating an apple and not a burger was very simple – it was becoming increasingly ridiculous how two teenagers with such an appetite hadn’t made love yet. And Tina wanted to look good.

–

"Oh no. No, no, no."

"What?" Tina asked innocently, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Bette looked away – everywhere in the room but at her girlfriend standing before her. "You can’t do that to me. No way, Tina."

"I told you I was going to take a shower."

"You didn’t tell me you’d show up in your bathrobe."

"Since when is that forbidden? It’s not like you haven’t seen me in a bathrobe before."

"You’re not just in a bathrobe and you know it. I can’t handle this, you can’t do this to me."

Tina cocked her head slightly, smiling. She knew what that did to her girlfriend. She also knew that her girlfriend was right in saying she wasn’t ‘just wearing a bathrobe’. She was fully aware of the fact that the belt wasn’t very tight and the upper part fell open, exposing the swell of her breasts. A subtle hit of what else there was to see.

Bette walked over to the blonde, stood behind her and wrapped her arms around her waist.

"I know you’re peeping at my boobs, Porter."

But she didn’t answer – her lips had other stuff to do in the area of a certain someone’s neck.