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“How are you?” Bette asked, taking inventory of her wife, her bruised knees and chin. She looked better and cute as hell in one of Bette’s long sleeve yoga t-shirts and pajama shorts. Her toenails were painted a shocking pink which could only mean Alice was involved, and she appeared to be more than a little tipsy.
“I am perfect now that my sexy wife is here”
“Is that my shirt?”
“Yes, you smell good”
“Tell me about your day”
“Take your shirt off”
Bette chuckled and sipped more wine.
“Did Shane stop by?”
“She did. Your shirt, Bette. Take it off, I want to see your boobies”
“Maybe later. Have you eaten?”
“Yes. There’s pizza. You’re pretty”
“How long were you three drinking”
“Don’t be mad. All day. All day long. Kiss me.”
And Bette did.
“You look like you feel better”
“I feel great. We ordered pizza. Your eyes look sparkly”
“You ready for bed?”
“We have a plan…”
Tina came out of the bathroom and sat heavily on the bed as she watched Bette pull out her pajamas and take out her earrings. She liked these quiet moments, when they were doing simple, mundane things at home together… like laundry or grilling or getting ready for bed.
She swung her legs out to look at her painted toes, making a face at the bright pink color Alice had insisted on.
Bette removed her shoes as she glanced at Tina, smiling at the face she was making.
“They’re pink” she said. Tina looked up at her and rolled her eyes.
“It’s the IN color, according to Alice”
“In for who?” Bette looked skeptical.
“No one I know…” Tina flopped back on the bed dramatically, her arms out wide, her shirt riding up to reveal her stomach.
“Tee, tell me about your plans for Chicago…”
“Bette, come to bed. Naked…” She lifted her hand, beckoning…
“I’ll be right back…”
Bette went into the bathroom to finish up and then came out wearing just the top of her pajama set and her thong. She had only buttoned the middle button on her top and chuckled when she saw that Tina had crawled to her side of the bed and was laying there with her head on Bette’s pillow. The sheets and blankets were pulled back invitingly.