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Bette loved mornings.
Well… to be honest, she was not a morning person per se… but she loved mornings with Tina. Early mornings, sleeping in mornings, rainy mornings, mornings where the air was crisp and cold or hot and sweaty. All the mornings if Tina was there beside her.
Before Tina, there was never an opportunity for a morning with someone. Bette considered that too much… closeness, too personal. Something she could not, would not allow.
So, her conquests never stayed the night, were always asked to leave or, more likely, Bette did the leaving… so she would always wake up the next morning in her own bed, alone. By design and yet, always…
… painfully, inescapably alone.
Hungover… cotton mouthed… with empty sheets next to her. More importantly though, she would wake up full of regret, guilt. Lonely. Dissatisfied.
The first night Tina stayed, she already filled a place in Bette’s heart that overruled her head. Bette was already helplessly in love. She just refused to accept it.
Bette remembered that night. She remembered standing in front of her bathroom mirror debating with herself, her head falling into old patterns of sending Tina home but her heart… her heart laughing at that silly notion. Her heart knew better.
Her heart knew that Bette would not be kicking Tina out of her bed anytime soon. And Tina… Tina effortlessly ended any internal debate Bette had with a simple, sweet kiss in the middle of Bette’s back that ignited what the heart already knew. And Tina did not even know she was doing it.
Bette woke up that morning, long ago, feeling… content, for the first time ever. Could it be?
It was a lovely, warm feeling and not in the sense that she had blankets and coverings but warm in that her heart was happy. Full.
It took a minute to recognize the difference, and when the blonde head next to her stirred then lifted… and when the cornflower blue eyes opened, the lazy smile played across a sleepy face… Bette Porter was done for.
She would never forget the drowsy way Tina pulled herself closer, the sweet way she cupped Bette’s face and the cuteness when she shyly whispered in her ear.