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“Please stay by my side for the rest of the evening. I need you. You are what I want, what I need”
Tina whispered, so softly she was barely audible. So tenderly it broke Bette’s heart, the underlying need and vulnerability revealing to her the fragility that was her wife tonight.
Tina kissed her under her ear, which she knew Bette loved, her lips staying then moving up to kiss her earlobe.
Bette let out a breath she didn’t know she had been holding and leaned back to look at Tina. They gazed at each other for a while. Bette searching, the eyes that looked back at her were full of remorse, anxiety, sadness.
“Ok, then…” Bette said gently, quietly, smiling softly. “I won’t.”
“Ok.” Tina mouthed, unable to speak any louder. She closed her eyes, sighing.
“I am very sorry I left your side”, Bette said gently, understanding Tina had asked that of her and she had not come through. That part she would own.
Tina’s eyes opened slowly, and she shook her head, dismissing the thought that Bette was to blame, still finding speech difficult, keeping eye contact. Both knowing there was more to be said about tonight, more to learn. Later. When they got home.
They gazed at each other for a while, until Bette placed a tentative, sweet kiss on Tina’s lips, pulling slightly on her lower lip as she broke away. She couldn’t resist, wanting to show Tina that she was loved before all others, all the time, no matter what happened.
Tina instantly reached out for another. One kiss wasn’t enough, it wasn’t nearly enough. She used one hand to guide Bette’s head back to her for a sensual, ardent kiss that spoke volumes of her desire, her regret and her angst. Her need. She didn’t care who saw.
She finally found her voice. “I am such a fucking idiot. I am so sorry Honey; you were right about everything. Everything you said… why do you put up with me?” she said softly, her mouth close to Bette’s as they ended their kiss. Her eyes reaching up to search Bette’s, hope mingling with tiredness.
“Because having you around doubles my wardrobe, you let me look down your top whenever I want, and I don’t know how to start the gas fireplace…”
Tina smiled sweetly, sighing. Her eyes closed briefly as she thanked God for Bette, thanked God for this amazing woman who found it in her heart to forgive her again and again, to love her unconditionally. Her battle with her anger dissipated as she placed a short, wet kiss on Bette’s lips, licking her under her top lip as she pulled away.
“It’s a little red button you know… for the gas, all you have to do is push the button to light the logs…”
“Why, Tina Kennard-Porter… are you asking me to push your little red button? Because, if so… I readily accept…” Bette teased, her hands roaming lower to briefly caress Tina’s behind as she chuckled sexily. Tina smirked, then got serious as the music ended.
“Bette… Honey, I am truly sorry. I hurt you, I hurt your feelings. Forgive me Baby, please…”
“You did hurt my feelings, but you are forgiven… provided you describe to me, in graphic detail, how your clit is doing right (kiss)… this (kiss)… very (kiss)… second…”
Jodie chose that moment to appear, bumping into Tina on the dance floor as she twirled her partner. Bette turned and then gasped as she recognized Jodie’s dance companion…
Next up: Tina tells Bette about the office environment, Bette makes a decision…