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She arrived home and started dinner, wanting to surprise Tina. Marinated Lime Chicken on the grill, diced and placed on a spinach, grape, and feta salad with tomatoes. She was absurdly proud of herself, she had never done this before, never prepared dinner for Tina on her own.
Tina arrived home 30 minutes later, her brain still on work. The movie. Elena. Eric. Entering the house, she stopped in the entryway to watch as a barefoot Bette set the table. She was casually dressed, in yoga pants and a thin tight t shirt that revealed a hint of her taut abs and lovely breasts. Was she wearing a bra? I hope not, Tina thought. Her hair was tied back and as she turned to smile at her wife, Tina’s heart did a flip then a somersault. She sighed. That smile. That smile lights up my world.
“Baby…” Bette walked quickly towards Tina, noticing the way she carried her shoulders, the clenched hand around the handle of her briefcase, the worry in her eyes. Gently, she placed her hand over Tina’s and took the briefcase from her to place it on the floor by the door. She walked around the back of her wife, kissing her behind her ear, and removed her coat. She fingered the back of Tina’s neck gently as she lifted the coat from her shoulders. Hanging it up in the closet, Bette then returned to face Tina and take her hands. They looked at each other a moment, a small smile on Bette’s face. She looks tired she thought. Tired and emotional. She pulled her in for a much-needed hug.
Tina melted into her, some of the stress of the day leaving her body as Bette’s presence calmed her. They stayed that way for a long time, Bette holding Tina to her. Pressed against her wife, Tina allowed her brain to clear, relaxing in Bette’s arms drawing strength and feeling her stress start to drain away.
Bette spoke gently in Tina’s ear, “I am so glad you’re home. Go get changed, my Darling. Get changed then we can have dinner.”