“Babe….what’s wrong?”

“I…thought…I…thought I was dreaming.”

“Me too, but it was so vivid. I have been dreaming of this for so long, and none of my dreams ever felt so fucking amazing.”

“I’m sorry,” Bette said as she rolled over on her side. “I didn’t want to rush into things. We still need to talk if we’re going to do this right this time.”

“Baby. It’s not your fault. I shouldn’t have gotten so carried away,” Tina said as she turned Bette over to face her. “However we do this, whatever it is we’re doing, is what is right for us. Thank you for having the integrity to stop; I know you thought that this was what I needed; but this,” Tina said as took Bette’s hand and placed it inside her. “This is what I need.”

“T,” Bette whispered as she felt her fingers enter Tina. “Oh, God,” she moaned turning her head to the side and bites down on her pillow. “You are so fucking wet.”

“Shhh. I need you. Only you.”

“Are you sure, ahhhh, God, T…that this is what you want?”

Tina responded by climbing on top of her and grinding up and down her body very slowly. As she took Bette in as deep as she could, she ground her pussy against Bette’s hand so that it made contact with her clit with each movement.

Any thoughts of insecurity Bette had about whether or not this was the right thing to be doing at the moment melted away as Tina gently slid her fingers into her.

What started out slow and sensual as each woman made full contact with each other’s body, turned fast and furious within seconds; their bodies so close, they moved as one.

Breast to breast, pussy to pussy. A dance they had perfected once, they remembered as if there had never been time and space between them. For a moment it was as if all of the pain and fear were forgotten; nothing existed except this moment.

Even if they weren’t talking about everything they had been through or the horrible things they said and did to each other. What was left unsaid was more poignant than anything they could ever express in words.

As their bodies slammed together and they climbed higher and higher towards the inevitable orgasm they would share, they weren’t fucking, they weren’t avoiding; they were reconnecting.  

Understanding.

Learning.

Loving.

Forgiving.

Themselves and each other.

Together.

"To burn always with this hard, gem-like flame, to maintain this ecstacy is success in life." Walter Pater