It wasn’t too long until their breathing had regulated. They both continued to lay contentedly side-by-side. Bette was staring at the ceiling, gently stroking Tina’s hair, while lost in thought.

Tina was chewing her bottom lip, her head resting on Bette’s rising chest as she idly played with the material of the brunette’s bra. She glanced up seeing Bette in a trance, clearly planning out the next two days. Tina’s eyes dropped back down, knowing it was best to stay still until Bette spoke.

Moments later she feels Bette’s hand stop and hears her exhale heavily. Her head is gently tilted up, seeing Bette looking down at her, a dark sparkle in the brunette’s eyes, followed by a mischievous grin.

“Bette, what are you thinking?” Tina asks apprehensively

Bette only needs to raise an eyebrow to remind the blonde of her place. “Sorry… I mean mistress”, Tina smiles pleadingly, encouraging Bette to relax her eyebrows.

“I don’t think I should tell you” Bette says seriously.

“That bad huh?” Tina asks a little concerned.

“I’m going to give you a reprieve, just for tonight.” Bette grins, “I think we’ve both had a tough week, let’s get some much-needed sleep. It’ll allow us to fully enjoy the rest of the weekend. What do you say?”

Tina raises an eyebrow suspiciously. “Really?”

“Yes, really.”

“That’s ummm, sensible of you Bette” Tina responds, still unsure if Bette were serious.

“Yes I do function as a sensible woman for most of the week T, it’s only around you that I regress.” Bette smiles.

“And of course that’s my fault” Tina teases, leaning up on her elbow to look over Bette.

“Yes, remind me to punish you for that too.” Bette smirks, squinting her eyes.

Tina pushes herself into a sitting position. “But not tonight”

“No, not tonight. Right, help me lift this mattress, then go get yourself ready for bed”

“Yes mam.” Tina responds mockingly, instantly remembering Bette’s dislike for the term. A hand quickly grips her arm. She looks down at the hand, then to Bette’s face. Smiling innocently.

“I can see from your face that I don’t need to remind you of my dislike for that word” Bette says firmly.

“It’s not because I think you’re old Bette, I mean mistress, I mean, shit.” Seeing no other way out of it Tina takes Bette’s hand and kisses it, smiling up sweetly.