Bette gave a small self-deprecating laugh.  I couldnt decide.  Besides, I thought we werent talking, she responded, finally, kissing Tina.  Their lips met gently at first.  Bettes tongue slid between Tinas lips and that was the end of gentle.  Bette was pressing so far into Tina, the backs of her hands grazed her own feet where they crossed behind Tinas back.  Bette left Tinas lips to kiss her way down her neck to her shoulder.  Her hands gathered Tinas shirt and she pulled away slightly.  Tina raised her arms to help her wife undress her.  Before the shirt was all the way off Bettes mouth was already back on Tina.

            To Bettes surprise, her ***** came into contact with Tinas.  She broke the kiss and looked into Tinas eyes.  No bra, huh?

            Tina bit her lip but smiled anyway.  Is that a problem?

            Yeah, right, Bette chuckled a little and gently pushed Tina back on the bed.  Kneeling over her wife, Bette trailed her hand down Tinas chest, between her *****.  Tinas hands brushed Bettes waist, hooking in the front of her jeans.  Before Bette could think about it, Tina had her jeans open.

            When Bettes eyes widened as Tina began to pull her jeans down, Tina smiled.  Well she drawled.  Help me.

            Bette smiled.  She got off the bed, stripping herself, and then reached for Tinas pants making quick work of those as well.  She crawled back onto the bed, over Tina, both sighing at the contact, skin to skin.  Tina kissed Bettes chin.  Bette kissed her way down Tinas chest.  She drew a circle with her tongue around Tinas nipple, her finger mimicking the action on the other side, before drawing her breast into her mouth.

            Tina coaxed Bette back up to her mouth.  But not before Bette dragged her teeth over Tinas nipple, causing Tina to moan just as Bettes mouth covered hers.  Bette pressed her thigh between Tinas legs, feeling her arousal.  God, Bette whispered, before kissing Tina more deeply, her hands on her hips to press her closer. 

            Tina flipped Bette over onto her back.  She paused for a moment, hovering over her wife, tracing the lines of Bettes face.  And, playfully, she winked, before lowering her mouth to Bettes neck, nipping and licking her way to Bettes *****.  Dragging her teeth lightly over one, she massaged the other arduously.  Bettes hands were in Tinas hair as she moaned her appreciation for Tinas efforts.  Tina smiled into Bettes skin as she switched sides, lavishing the same attention on Bettes other breast.  She kissed her way down Bettes stomach.  She could smell Bettes arousal, heady and deep.  Tina had missed that smell.  She separated Bettes lips, grazing, barely grazing, her *****.  Bette drew in a sharp breath.  Youre so wet, babe, Tina said, sliding one finger into her wife.

            Tina, Bette moaned.

            Tina thrust another finger within her, beginning a slow rhythm.  She lowered her mouth to Bettes center, laving her growing wetness and working that bundle of nerves, while her other hand continued to massage Bettes breast.  Tina could feel the tension beginning to build within Bette as her fingers began to move faster.  She added a third.  It wouldnt be long.

            Stop, Bette panted, causing Tina to look up in surprise.  Bette drew Tina back to her lips.  She could taste herself in Tinas mouth.  Tinas fingers continued to move within her, more slowly, languidly.  Bette grabbed Tinas wrist, stopping their motion.  She tore her mouth away from Tina.  She could only muster one word.  Together.

            Tina smiled, reluctantly withdrawing her fingers from Bette.  She guided Bettes hand to her core.  Bette found Tina was so wet she could immediately slide three fingers into her.

            Oh my God, T, Bette whispered.

            Thats for you, Tina said, biting gently on the skin behind Bettes ear, only you.

            Bettes fingers began moving as her thumb stimulated Tinas ***** to the rhythm Tina had already established.  Meanwhile, Tinas fingers found their way back to Bette, matching her, stroke for stroke.  Tina could feel that Bette was close.  She could see it in her eyes.  When Tina felt Bettes walls contract around her fingers, she swirled her thumb around her wifes ***** causing the explosion of Bettes *****.  Simultaneously, Bette did the same to her.

            *****.  Neither knew who said that as they came looking into each others eyes.  They rode it out together, eventually slowing, their fingers still within each other.  Their foreheads leaned together as they panted.

            Ive missed you, Bette said, sincerely.

            Tina nodded and kissed her, leisurely, exploring, as their fingers left each other and they concentrated on the kiss.  Ive missed you too.