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“I like having you cook for me, Honey…” she said, finding her wife very sexy, the wink she received floating her way like a kiss, making her wish she could catch it and hold it forever.
Bette timed the addition of feta perfectly, not even burning anything this time. Feeling quite proud of her culinary accomplishment, she found a tray and brought her bride a bowl of blueberries and the aforementioned panini, cut in two, which the would share.
“Babe. This looks amazing…” Tina cooed, making Bette smile as she settled the tray carefully over the growing belly and handed the blonde a napkin.
Bette drank her second cup of coffee while Tina had water, her eyes focused on her brunette wife as they talked. When Tina was done and the tray removed, out came the cocoa butter, Bette theatrically lowering the sheet to expose Tina’s nakedness, kissing her wife between the breasts before taking in the view.
“You look like dessert, Tee. So sexy. This will make you feel better. Less achy, less itchy and I get to spoil you so… win win…win…”
Bette sat on the side of the bed and gently worked lotion over and around Tina’s belly, the skin tight where it stretched over their baby… then under swollen breasts, gentle as she covered both, knowing how sensitive they were.
“Your body, Tina. If you could only see yourself through my eyes. Your breasts are so beautiful, I’m obsessed.”
Tina sat up, close, then closer, placing a sweet, soft kiss on Bette’s lips, once then switching so her nose was on the other side to kiss her again. Bette’s hands moved down each side of Tina’s ribcage, adding more lotion before working her way down each leg, starting at the hips. She took her time, no patch of skin ignored, her hands gentle as they talked.
And God, it felt good.
There was a certain special kind of intimacy to this moment, a trust, a vulnerability. Bette was careful, tender but also marveled over every little change, knowing Tina’s body, appreciating Tina’s body, seeing the changes being pregnant wrought. And Tina had nothing to hide from her wife, completely Bette’s and wasn’t that the essence of love? To accept changes, to be open, to trust? Tina thought so.