Tina had touched her like this last night in the shower, light brushes all over, barely touching her. The blonde had whispered, “You are  still so beautiful and sexy, baby….”

Tina had knelt in the shower and started to slowly rub her lips up her wife’s inner thighs. Bette had moaned into her hand, trying to keep quiet.

Now as then, the air was crackling with sexual tension and Bette felt like the air she was trying to hold back was busting out of her lungs like new year’s sparkles as the blonde’s fingers snaked down the heated front of her tight pants, searching for her mound.

The bang of one of the suite’s bedroom door interrupted their quiet moment.

“MOMMY!”

They sighed together.

“What were you saying just then? Something about sailing, going back from whence we came, and …” Tina pulled her hand out reluctantly from her wife’s pants.

Tina cut herself off when she felt her son tug on her robe, and then wrap himself around her leg.

“Mommy …”

“Something peaceful like that?” the blonde continued, trying to stretch the quiet, romantic moment a little bit longer. She dropped one last soft kiss on her wife’s bare shoulder.

Romance is over for the moment. Tina and I are about to be tackled.   Bette smirked, turned around and gave Tina a soft kiss.

Tina licked her lips. “Mmm… delish… where’d you score a mocha latte?”  She gave Bette a slow, knowing wink when she saw lust still burning in those large, brown eyes.

“About half a mile away. Spotted the café when I was jogging, ” Bette answered, grinning now.  “Here, you can have it, T.”  Tina accepted the offered 16 oz cup with a raised, questioning eyebrow.

Bette blew her a kiss as she bent to pick up TJ.

“This is good, Bette. Only you could find a Segafredo mocha  out here.  Are you sure?”  Tina sucked the latte down gratefully.

TJ was angling for attention. “Mommy … swimming today?” He giggled as Bette nuzzled on his neck.

“Of course, honey.”

Tina laughed lightly as she took more steps back, taking care to avoid TJ’s swinging arms as Bette pressed raspberry kisses on his little tummy.  “The mocha or the swimming?” The short chubby arms of her son finally settled down and circled her wife’s neck loosely, instead of squeezing her, as was his wont when he was excited.