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They woke up the next morning and each groaned thinking about the impeding separation that work would bring. Bette got up first, already checking her phone and headed to the shower. “C’mon Tee, up and at ‘em” she called as she entered the bathroom. Bette started the shower and got in, calling again for Tina.
Tina dragged herself out of bed, her head hurting a little and her stomach protesting. “Why is the sun so loud”? she asked grumpily as she joined Bette in the shower. She weaseled her way in front of Bette, under the shower head to be directly under the hot water much to Bette’s amusement. She watched Tina tilt her head back and moan with appreciation, “that feels good”, she said. Tina closed her eyes and let the water run down her face as she oriented herself to the day.
The water fell directly on her upturned face to cascade down her shoulders and breasts. Bette got in to position behind her and began to lather her up, using that as an excuse to feel her up.
“That looks good”, she responded smirking, taking her time moving over Tina’s breasts and stomach.
Tina leaned into her and wrapped her hands behind her around Bette’s neck, enjoying the attention. They stayed that way for several long minutes, their bodies slick against each other and the steam making them feel like they were only two people on the planet.
“As much as I’d like to continue this”, Bette said reluctantly, “I do have an early morning meeting with Kelly.” She kissed the side of Tina’s head, looking down at the view and then stepped out of the shower.
“Kelly Freeee-mont” Tina teased, turning off the water and grabbing a towel. She went to get them coffee while Bette fixed her make up.
Bringing the coffee back to the bedroom and setting Bette’s on the dresser, Tina sat on the edge of the bed in her towel watching Bette pick out an outfit. She was wearing a white bra and panty set that Tina had given her a couple days ago and walked back and forth in front of their closet. Prowling, Tina called it.