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Bette stood patiently, arms out wide as Tina stood in front of her with the straps for her knives. The boat rocked under their feet, closing the final leg of their long trip, entering the harbor before docking. Wearing nothing but her underwear and the chainmail shirt, the captain watched as Tina knelt and secured the first strap, the one around her left ankle. Kissing Bette’s knee, then her inner thigh, Tina secured another strap as she stood, placing a wet kiss on Bette’s lips.
The room was quiet, the ship too… a pregnant pause, suspense thick in the air. They could both feel it, had talked about it, resigned themselves to the course set before them. The course set by the Boy King who outright demanded Bette’s appearance in his kingdom.
“Is this overkill, Tee? They may strip me of my weapons anyway before they let me stand in the presence of his Worshipfulness, the Boy King. At the very least they will take my sword, those assholes.”
Her arms around the slim waist as she threaded the strap, Tina smiled fondly. “Don’t call him that to his face, Honey. We are giving them what they expect to see. Slayer of Souls, Death Bringer, Black Bette. They will respect power, Babe. And you, my Love, exude it.”
“Then they should have nothing but the utmost respect for you. You are the power behind everything I do.”
Smiling, Tina moved behind her, wrapping the strap carefully, making sure it was not too tight, one hand trailing over the firm ass as she rounded to face Bette again, hazel eyes lifting to make eye contact.
“It will be important to keep your temper in check, Honey… no impulsive moves. Stay calm. Be alert. Please, Bette, trust me on this.”
“My temper? What temper….” One elegant eyebrow raised, reaching for the front of Tina’s robe to pull her closer, planting a hard kiss on the smiling mouth. Then another, deeper, more tongue. “I don’t have a temper…and I trust you implicitly my Beauty…”
“Don’t distract me…” Tina admonished sweetly, granting another kiss, this one longer, wetter.
Jesus. Bette tasted of lemons and something so unique to the captain that Tina knew she would spend the rest of her life trying to figure it out. The kiss made her skin tingle, little fires lighting her gut, her center. She could see the desire in Bette’s eyes, but they would be in port soon and had spent most of the night making love, whispering long into the night. But…then again… this was Bette… and … her lips… her tongue… her mouth…