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They were spent.

Yet there was an energy that lingered and simmered. 

Much of it was because of the overwhelming feeling of how right everything felt despite the circumstances.  In part due to the meager time they were allowed. 

It was incredible. 

How fast things happened. 

How powerful the moment felt with all that weighed in its path.

The pounding in her chest had calmed.  It was bright outside but the softness of the light was as soothing as the presence of the body that pressed into hers.

“Angie will be here soon…” Her voice was barely a whisper.  Heard only because of how the women were positioned so intimately.

It was meant to gently break the spell.  To let reality seep into the desperate haze that took over so soon after the other woman arrived.  The one who lay partially over her and on a bed that visibly told of the urgency that besieged reason and propriety that afternoon.

Instead of acknowledging the reminder that their closeness was coming to an end she moved.  Upwards and a little to her left.  To be nearer.  Closer to her lover. 

‘My lover’ she thought and sighed quietly.

She murmured something then kissed the warm skin next to her lips.  Her hand trailed a familiar path, leading an index finger to trace just below the swell of flesh that welcomed her touch.  The blonde then caressed her lover’s breast, moving ever so slightly to stroke where a physical response was unmistakable.    

Bette moaned.  She wanted to return the contact but couldn’t.  Her body arched towards her companion and pressed into the duvet beneath their heated bodies.

Once more.  Just one more time Tina silently thought to herself. 

Please just once more…

She looked up to view the brunette’s face through glassy eyes.  Her flushed skin and the way her body lay wantonly was inspiring.  Because of her.  All for her.  

“I need you,” she admitted hoarsely. 

Tina burned with desire. 

Her voice was raw.  Her body wanted nothing else but to again reach the peak with an intensity that reminded of how it was the very first time.  How it was again.

Bette shifted her right leg.  She reached down to gently touch the blonde’s shoulder before her right hand clasped the other’s left.  The brunette held her breath and knew nothing could stop what was next as Tina moved lower. 

Tina kissed Bette thoroughly.  The moist heat was delicious and exhilarating.  She savored this softness, the unique flavor.  Tasting herself on her lover’s heated flesh.         

She touched her freely and felt Bette’s response, wanting every second of this experience. 

Once more she thought earlier. 

Yes, that was true. 

Always.

It would always be … just one more time.

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