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    Tina had stirred gently in their embrace, slipping out of her dreams to murmur Bette’s name against her skin, then had tucked herself deeper in Bette’s arms. Her breath came out in soft sighs as light as a warming summer breeze and at first Bette had not been able to make out the words. 
    But there they were. Not to be ignored. 
    A hushed, drowsy declaration which struck Bette with sweet surprise but followed with a very unwelcome flurry of panic which started the unwelcomed and stinging racing in her heart. 
    Why would she love me? 
    How? 
    Bette had never thought herself worthy of being loved. She was a player. Loving her was the equivalent to throwing your devotion towards an inanimate object or something incapable of extensive emotion at least. 
    But still, the loving feathery whisper hung in the air, inescapable. 
    A sincere whisper. 
    Bette had remained awake all night, holding on tight to the blonde in her arms, breathing deeply to calm her uncontrollably fluttering heart.
     
    They had got up the next morning, getting themselves ready. No awkwardness, no brooding silence. 
    Instead, they were shy glances, lingering smiles, comfortable silence. A subtle touch here and there, meant to maintain their night time connection and confirm the obvious radiating happiness and peace. 
    And when Bette had tipped the sugar on the counter with unusual clumsiness, she did not flinched instead absentmindedly dipping her finger into the little mound of white crystals to spread it over a wider area as she studied the other woman in her kitchen. 
    Her finger circled around and around… just very much as this very same finger was doing right now over the hand of the blonde who had joined her by the side of the Koi pound. 
    An insignificant little act, one which could easily be disregarded expect for the figure it drew. 
    The figure of an eight, tilted on its side.
     
    A symbol of what Bette wanted with Tina.
    Infinity.
    The End 
     

    Comments

    1. Damn…..kins you come out of nowhere and just rock my world like this, only to leave for god knows how long. I don’t care just as long as you keep coming back. Now that is a characteristic of a player LOL ;@)

    2. I forgot my offering of the number 14. Thanks for including me. 14 is special to me because in a few short days my partner and I will celebrate 25 years together on September 14th. How appropriate that you would choose now to include my number. I know I have gushed over your writing before. I continue to adore you. T

    3. Simply FANTASTIC Kins, just beautifully, wonderfully and lovingly fantastic. Thanks for popping back in and bringing wonderful stories. Can hardly wait for the multi-chapter story you will bring us. Thanks again.

    4. Ditto to everything above, well, maybe not the marry me part since its not too appropriate at this time. But, damn girl, you write great stories. I loved the Savannah slip in there… still one of my favorite stories. Thanks for the update.

    5. Great kins – I came to your stories late but delighted I found you! A true storyteller with the ability in your words to make me laugh and make me cry – thank you.

      Do you think you might write some more Savannah some time?!?

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