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    Manipulate This

    "It’s not a game, it’s life as it could be," Bette said.
    Tina finished rinsing the soap from Angie and encouraged her to stand. Bette passed a towel over and they got her dried off and scurried her into her room for pajama time.
    "Lots of stories tonight," Angie said. 
    "Same number of stories, but we both get to read," Tina said. "Do you want a drink of water?"
    Angie shook her head in the negative.
    They each read one of Angie’s favorite board books before dimming the light and turning on a lullaby. They stood at her door and watched her fall asleep before making their way down the hall.
    "There are some more towels in the hall closet if you want to dry off your hair," Tina offered over her shoulder.
    "There’s a freshly drained bath tub if you’d like me to help you rinse off," Bette replied, reaching for Tina’s wrist much like she had in the bar a few days earlier.
    Tina wouldn’t go so far as to say she was expecting it, but to feel the grip of Bette’s fingers around her wrist wasn’t as much of a surprise this time. She turned knowing exactly what would happen next.
    Her arm went immediately up around Bette’s neck as their lips met in a hungry kiss. They’d barely made it to the end of the short hallway before they were making out like teenagers; Tina leaned against the wall, all hands wandering wherever they wanted to go.
    "Shower?" Bette interrupted their kissing for a moment.
    "Bedroom," Tina replied.
    "I have soap on my face," Bette said. "You must be tasting some of it…"
    "My mouth isn’t going to be on your face for long," Tina pushed from the wall and backed Bette up towards her bedroom as they continued kissing.
    "I thought you wanted to talk," Bette said as they pulled items of clothing off of each other.
    "Later," Tina said, pulling Bette on top of her as she leaned back onto the bed.
    "The last time we made love, you didn’t want me that much," Bette whispered.
    Tina took Bette’s hand and showed her exactly how much she wanted her at that very moment.
    And with that bold move, all conversation became focused on a new topic.
    "Oh fuck," Bette sighed at the sensation of wet heat enveloping her fingers. 
    They were both overcome by the intense emotional connection, combined with undeniable physical desire that they’d always shared.
    And Tina was right. Her mouth found many places on Bette’s body that night that reminded both of them why they always seemed to come back to each other.
    (the end.)
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