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Tina woke to find the sun coming to peek through the blinds, lighting up the room and chasing away the night. She gently disentangled her legs from Bette’s and went quietly into the bathroom, then to the kitchen to get a large glass of ice water, her head hurting a little.
God, what an utter fool she had made of herself last night. So Fucking Childish. Worse, much worse… she had hurt Bette, her beautiful sweet loving Bette.
The alarm would be sounding soon, breakfast at The Planet was a requirement after a big event, the group loved getting together to rehash and dissect and process the evening.
Returning to the bedroom, she drank from the glass while she looked down at her sleeping wife. Bette was resting soundly, her chest rising and falling, her face peaceful. She had rolled on to her back, the sheet pulled down to just above the small patch of pubic hairs and Tina’s eyes moved up to take in the toned stomach, the thin tank top covering her breasts but the darkness of her nipples showing through. Her lips were slightly open, and she was utterly breathtaking. Tina swallowed thickly.
She thought back to the first morning she had woken up in Bette’s bed, the first morning after their first night of love making that is. They had been up almost all night, neither could get enough of the other and when they finally fell in an exhausted slumber, the first rays of sunshine had appeared on the horizon.
Tina’s internal alarm clock had woken her, she ran most every morning at 5:30am, so when her eyelids opened for the first time she had blinked at her surroundings, remembering the passion of the night before.
The first thing she had noticed was the warm naked softness that was pressed up against her back. It felt so deliciously good. Tina would later tell Bette that she never wanted to wake up without that feeling. Never Ever.
The second thing she noticed was how perfect Bette’s bare body melted into hers. Her thigh was just the right weight to cover her leg without feeling heavy, her arm from the elbow up was just the right length to nestle above her hipbone and end with her hand lightly cupping Tina’s breast. Her other arm fit like a puzzle piece under her head to rest out in front of her and her long curly hair was like a blanket on Tina’s shoulder and neck.