This story has been set to a rating of NC-17. Age verification is required to proceed.
Tina woke first, slowly adjusting to the morning light creeping in to chase away the darkness as night receded. She lay quietly for a while, listening to the sound of the waves coming in from the open balcony door.
She peeked outside, the sky was filled with heavy rain clouds, overcast and stormy. She wiggled further underneath the blanket; Tina Kennard absolutely loved sleeping during a rainstorm.
Rolling over to check on Bette, Tina shifted her position carefully so she could watch Bette sleep without waking her.
She loved waking up before Bette, usually it was the other way around. Bette was a notoriously bad sleeper, she told Tina she often found it hard to shut off her mind, the worries and insecurities of the day sneaking in at night to fill her brain with questions, assumptions, doubts.
She would toss and turn, either struggling to fall asleep or waking up in the wee hours of the morning unable to nod off until it was time to get up. When Tina started spending the night with her, Bette swore she fell asleep quicker and slept longer.
At first, this was because of the exhaustion brought on by the sex… then later because she either drifted off holding Tina or because the blonde held her. She still woke frequently during the night but now… now she would always reach for Tina and more often than not, the mere presence of her lover calmed her and lulled her back to sleep.
Bette looked so peaceful and, unsurprisingly, absolutely beautiful. How anyone could look like that first thing in the morning was beyond Tina, but she wasn’t going to complain. Bette simply took her breath away.
Last night, they had gone to sleep really early, before nine o’clock, the day’s events taking its toll emotionally. Tina gently moved a stray lock of hair from Bette’s face, her eyes traveling across the smooth forehead, down the elegant nose and across the full, sensuous rosy lips.
They were slightly open, Bette’s breathing deep and even. Tina wanted to kiss those perfect lips, feel them against her own and lose herself in the taste and connection they always gave her.