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San Francisco, present day
A plume of freshly heated air wafted down from the ceiling vent to warm the quiet, still bedroom, tickling the hairs on Bette’s arm as it rested atop the comforter. The sensation nudged her out of a peaceful sleep, and when she realized the furnace had fired up, she opened a single eye to gauge the time. It was still dark, which meant she had a little time before the morning alarm was set to go off.
Bette scooted toward the center of the bed until she felt her breasts and knees slide up against the warm sleeping body lying next to her. She then tunneled her arm underneath the covers and snaked it around her wife’s torso, underneath her tank top, until her hand rested on a breast. She scooted even closer and gently massaged the supple flesh and started laying soft feathery kisses along her wife’s neck. She got the response she was hoping for; a faint, drawn-out moan. Bette then whispered into her ear, “Happy anniversary, Avery.”
Avery turned slightly and craned her neck to toss her ruffled dirty blonde hair to the side, then softly replied, “Happy anniversary, Bette.” She then turned, facing her wife, entangled their legs, and shifted to press their bodies together. She grazed her fingertips down Bette’s cheek. “Love you.”
“I…love…you,” Bette replied in an agonizing, low husky tone as she ran a hand up Avery’s leg, over her scantily clad bottom, and finally settling on her narrow, well-defined back. She pulled her body in tight.
That body. Bette knew every inch of it; every curve, every blemish, every single flaw that made Avery so uniquely perfect to her. But it wasn’t just Avery’s toned bronze body that first attracted her; it was also the way she got all fired up when she felt slighted. Bette learned at their first encounter to never ever doubt her competency. Avery’s tongue could slice her to pieces one minute, but as she learned much later, as a lover, that same tongue could send her skyrocketing toward heaven the next.
She began running her own tongue along Avery’s full, round lips, teasing them until they parted and invited her in. The taste of morning didn’t bother her. She savored every opportunity to sample the tongue that had so much power over her. When they finally touched, Bette shuttered all the way down to her toes and felt her inner walls begin to contract. Every part of her was revved up and ready to take and be taken.