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She crawled into bed with Tina, settling in on her back and Tina made her way to rest her head on Bette’s shoulder, her arm finding it’s way across Bette’s body and her leg going on top. It was another favorite position and one Tina liked because Bette was so close.
“Tee. In the boat, before the storm… you were upset about the letter that Turnup kept all these years, the letter from Boo.”
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“Sure. You know…. I think it probably turned out the way it was supposed to. I was not in a place to handle that news my senior year, I was lost but I didn’t know it at the time. It’s fine, Baby.”
Bette’s fingers trailed along Tina’s arm, the skin soft and warm. Was there anything better than this?
“At least we know where she is now, right?”
“Not really, I mean… it’s lost…”
Bette shifted, turning her body more towards Tina to look in her eyes. In the semi-darkness they looked like deep pools, warm and safe.
“What do you mean?”
“I looked for it tonight. I slipped it in your backpack when I got on the boat. It got soaked in the storm. It’s unreadable.”
“It had her address… Tee. This is devastating… Baby, are you ok?”
“I’m like a punching bag for the universe right now. Of course, the letter gets wet… of course…” She smiled at Bette, a weary, tired smile but beautiful all the same.
“You’re not a punching bag….”
Tina moved her head closer, her nose tracing circles on Bette’s cheek. “Yeah, that’s the thing though… I kind of am. But you gave me this marvelous gift that’s cooking in my belly and I have you, so the punches aren’t landing.”
She moved to Bette’s ear where her whispers made Bette squirm.
“More importantly, how are you?” Tina leaned back to pierce Bette with her eyes, not letting her look away or dodge the question.
“I… I was so scared, Tee. So scared. I’m not strong without you and having you injured… I realized that I am utterly, completely lost without you. I didn’t know what to do, how to help…”
“And yet, you did. You saved my life, Bette. You started the first aid, you asked for a fucking flag for the boat. Honey Baby Sweet, you did it. Was it scary? Fuck yes. But you, I… am so lucky to have you…”
Bette blinked, needing to hear these words, needing to know Tina was scared too. But in typical Bette fashion, she avoided the emotional talk and steered it back to practicalities.
“I’m sorry the letter is lost, I know you would have wanted to keep it.”
“We will find Boo, Babe. I can’t worry about that now. We have James, remember? He is probably hot on the trail right now….”
And in typical Tina fashion, she steered the conversation right back to where it needed to be. “I want you to know something, Baby. I was in a fog of hurt and confusion but it was your voice, your voice that was like a beacon for me to follow and anchor to. While we were waiting for Jerry to find us, during that exam by Yaya, all of it. Your voice, your gentle hands got me through all of it.”
The kiss that Bette placed on Tina’s mouth was so sweet, so loving that Tina whimpered and melted into the sensation. She wanted Bette, badly but knew that she was in no condition to take the kiss further. Bette seemed to be thinking the same way, pulling back to hold Tina gently to her, her body warm and soft and comforting.
“God, Bette… I want you. I want nothing more to be inside you right now, tasting you. But I can’t… not yet anyway. For now I just want to rest and get better and feel you up a little…” Tina’s hand made it’s way under Bette’s shirt to fondle her breast, her fingers finding the nipple, her palm warm against the skin. “So good…” she whispered, looking into Bette’s eyes.
“You must be feeling better” Bette chuckled, enjoying the attention, her back arching into Tina’s touch.
“I feel like shit but you feel like Heaven wrapped up in soft velvet and that makes me feel one thousand times better.”
“Does it now?” Bette leaned in for a lingering, blistering kiss, tasting Tina like it was the first time.
“Yes. It does. Love you Babe.” She moved her head to lay it down on Bette’s chest, sighing with contentment, yawning.
“Love you too, Tee…”