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The next morning, blessedly, was a Saturday. Bette woke before Tina. And for the first time in a long time she had the opportunity to observe her wife sleeping. Bette was a notoriously bad sleeper but usually sleep eluded her in the middle of the night and she slept longer in the morning. She stirred and opened her eyes to see Tina sleeping beside her. Bette took a shallow breath in.
For a long time, months… agonizing months… she believed she would never see Tina in her bed again. Never again feel the warmth of her wife’s body next to her, never again feel the softness of skin that soothed and calmed. She was in the habit now of reaching for Tina in the middle of the night… and part of her expected to feel the cold, empty sheets that had welcomed her for so long. She listened to Tina’s gentle deep breathing, watched as her eyes moved under her eyelids and smiled tenderly at the memory of their lovemaking the night before.
Tina was on her stomach with her face turned towards Bette and her hand touched Bette’s upper arm. Her back was exposed, and the sheet covered her lower half to just where the curve of her butt cheeks started. Her back was smooth, her arms toned. With her leg bent Bette could see a hint of her breast underneath her. She was beautiful.
Her skin was pale against the slate color of the sheet and her hair covered most of her face. Bette lay there on her side and half dozed, secure in the closeness of her wife and watched Tina wake up slowly front of her. Tina stirred first in her leg, which straightened and prompted her hand and arm to tuck under her. She settled then next her head moved slightly, and her eyes flickered open but then closed almost immediately.
And like a bee to honey, a moth to a flame…Tina searched for her wife.
Her hand moved first and upon making contact, her body soon followed. Bette watched as Tina folded towards her, eyes still closed as she nestled in her neck and her arm snaked across Bette’s stomach to pull herself in. Her leg covered Bette’s and her warm naked body pressed against Bette’s side. It was like warm honey had been poured over her, slowly covering her and making her shiver with the sensation of being…enveloped, encased. It was delicious. Every part of Tina pressed into Bette, skin on skin. She was warm, she was soft, she was utterly fantastic, and Bette’s heart thumped in her chest.