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Bette, barefoot in the kitchen? Happily cutting up carrots and making a salad? Unheard of. Yet there she was, there they were, every night now – together cooking, baking, prepping.
She had appeared one night, dressed casually in yoga pants and her Yale tank top. It was a little big on her and her bra was clearly visible from the side if you were looking. And Tina was looking.
Her hair was back in a ponytail, beautiful. Sexy. She had leaned against the counter and fidgeted, watching as Tina boiled water and marinated the salmon. When Tina asked her to move so she could get something from the drawer behind her, she had asked to help. Tina had been surprised at first, but Bette had stuck with it, even coming up with recipes or ideas she wanted to try.
Bette found ways to touch and tease Tina while they prepared dinner, kissing her on the ear when she reached by her to get the plates out. Putting her chin on her shoulder to watch as she added to the dish on the stove, her arms around Tina’s waist and her questions whispered quietly in her ear. She would rub her foot on Tina’s leg or brush against her when she reached for something. Her hands lingered, running across Tina’s behind slowly or down her arms when Tina showed her how to cut something. Once she leaned over to try a couple bites of the stir fry, popping zucchini and carrots in her mouth and moaning her appreciation, her mouth…Tina watched that mouth as it savored the dinner, watched as Bette closed her eyes and moaned happily, licking her fingers….”That tastes good, Tee…”she said with a wink.
It was all so…distracting…so…lovely.
It made cooking dinner enticing, fun. Sexy. She would tuck her hand in the back of Tina’s jeans or reach over to tuck her hair behind her ear, all while carrying on a conversation about her day or Tina’s and doing little jobs to help. She was attentive, quick to turn on the cold water if Tina burnt her hand or mixing the marinate without being asked. Tina had found that Bette had a really good sense of taste, and she was starting to trust her when she said that something was missing from a recipe. She was so surprising in so many ways…