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    Prodigal Chapter 12

                Touch yourself, babe.  Touch yourself the way you want me to touch you.  Tina met Bettes eyes as Bette nodded slightly.  Bettes hand began its journey to her own core.  But Tina stopped her.  Really, baby, is that what you want?  Do you want it to be over that quickly?  Bette bit her lip in frustration and squeezed her eyes shut.  Tina wasnt about to make this easy. 
    Maybe we should change the rules, Tina suggested, adjusting her posture and sitting Indian-style at the foot of the bed.  Touch yourself where I tell you and how I tell you.

                I hate you a little right now, Bette admitted, voicing her frustrations.

                We can stop if you want, baby, Tina said, matter-of-factly, like it was even close to an option.  She was exceedingly proud of herself for neither smiling indulgently nor giving in to temptation and driving her fingers as deeply into Bette as humanly possible.

                No, Bette said simply, we cant.

                Do you need me? Tina asked, wanting to hear it.

                More than anything, Bette breathed.

                Good.  Run your fingers lightly over your collar bone, Tina commanded.  As Bette obeyed, Tina commented, Do you know thats my favorite part of your body?  The curve of your neck and the hard line of your collarbone make the most perfect hollow at your shoulder.  Bettes fingers instinctively felt the place of which Tina spoke.  I want to kiss you there.  Do you want me to?

                Bettes eyes closed and they stayed that way, imagining her hands were Tinas.  Yes.

                Lightly, lightly or Ill know and well stop, caress over your *****, barely graze your nipples on your way to your stomach.  Bette complied.  Did you miss me, Bette?

                Yes, Bette whispered, squeezing her eyes tighter.

                Use your fingernails and lightly scratch your stomach.  You can reach to the tops of your thighs but nowhere else.  Tina smiled to herself as she watched the effect she was having on Bette.  As she followed Tinas instructions, she sighed and shifted, opening her legs further, getting ready.  Not just yet, baby, Tina thought.  Tell me what you missed most about me while you tease your nipples.

                Holy *****, who was she and what had she done with Tina?  Bette fought the urge to open her eyes and ask that question.  Instead, she pinched her nipples as hard as she could.

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    Comments

    1. Damn fuck, damn that was so fucking hot and damn so amazing, love it. I need to drink something cold now after read this chapter. Please post soon, thanks! Great chapter!

    2. OMFG!!! There aren’t words to express the hotness and sexiness of this chapter!!! I’m getting in the very long line for a cold shower…please post soon.

    3. Ok, totally thought I was done commenting but I have a suggestion… wel not a suggestion so much as a request. I’d like to see how you think Bette would deal with her comment that she no longer ‘belongs to her.’ I like that you had bette notice this during their reconnection, that Tina was more confident, more forward, knew what she wanted etc. But I think it would still bother Bette being such a control freak. I think it would bring out her insecurities like wow. And I would love to see how you characterize that. Or I’m full of it, either way I’ll keep reading. Really proud of you, k.
      -b

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