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Tina woke up with a splitting headache. She rolled to her side and the resulting nausea almost had her rushing to the bathroom. She lay still for a while, thinking about the previous night’s events as they swirled in her brain. Her bra was undone, and she couldn’t remember why but she wiggled out of it, groaning.
Looking around the room, she found her wife standing at the closet wearing only black dress pants and a black bra. She lay quietly, watching as Bette considered one shirt then another, her back muscles sleek and toned. She looked very sexy; Tina wished she felt better to take advantage of the half-dressed Bette Porter.
“Bette” she called hoarsely and was rewarded when Bette turned toward her and made her way over, slipping on a blue dress shirt as she sat on the edge of the bed near Tina.
Her pants were undone, and her shirt unbuttoned as well but her makeup was already on and flawless.
“Here…” she handed Tina four aspirin tablets and a large glass of ice water, helping her take the pills and placing the glass on the bedside table when she was finished.
“Are you responsible for my bra being undone?” Tina asked, raising one eyebrow saucily.
Bette smirked, “you know I like your girls to be free…”
“Why is there an elephant standing on my head? God, it hurts…”
Bette smiled sympathetically. “I warn you all the time about Alice and tequila and you never listen…”
“I just like to lick your neck before each shot” Tina responded, curling to lay her head on Bette’s lap, her nose touching Bette’s stomach.
“You don’t need tequila to do that…”
“huh…” Tina grunted, closing her eyes. Bette, as always, smelled wonderfully. It was a mixture of her soap and shampoo and perfume and… her. Just her. Like fresh laundry or the sea after a heavy rain. She smelled safe, like a warm blanket on a bitter cold night. Comforting.
Tina felt instantly better just breathing her in. She closed her eyes and leaned forward to kiss the spot in between Bette’s belly button and her panty line… the spot that if treated just right in just the right way would have the brunette writhing under her, begging for more.