Bette waited a minute, loving the feel of Tina’s cheek on her palm and watching her carefully. “Qualms?” she asked quietly, not wanting to break the mood but knowing Tina had something on her mind tonight.

“Yes.” Tina opened her eyes but kept her cheek in Bette’s palm. “Doubts. Misgivings. Hesitations…for example, do we really want to pursue what could be the end of Jodie’s career? Do I…” she moved even closer, taking Bette’s hand from her cheek and placing it on her heart, above her breast, her own hand staying to cover Bette’s. “Do I really care what happens to Jodie now? I have you. There is nothing else I need…I have my wife, my best friend, my world…my personal chef” she smiled softly, arching one eyebrow.

“Oh” Bette swallowed. “Those kind of qualms…” she chuckled and moved her hand down to cup her wife’s breast over her t-shirt. Tina was wearing the Yale t-shirt that was actually Bette’s, but one that Bette never wore anymore because it was so undeniably Tina’s.

When they had separated, Tina had left the Yale shirt crumpled in the laundry bin and for some reason seeing it tossed in with the dirty clothes had made Bette cry for weeks. Weeks, sometimes in the middle of the day even. Bette had slept with it on her pillow. Then later, when it seemed like she should be moving on… she put her under her pillow. It smelled like Tina, she had vivid memories of taking it off Tina, or using it to pull Tina to her. Tina, above her in the shirt and nothing else riding her fingers… in the kitchen on a Saturday morning making coffee, naked underneath… Tina pulling it off herself in one fluid, smooth move…

She could feel Tina’s nipple harden through her shirt …her thumb slowly, leisurely traced circles over her shirt as they talked. Fuck she is not wearing a bra she thought. Lazy circles that made Tina arch her back slightly and lean in. I can’t keep my hands off her, Bette thought. She feels so good, looks so sexy. She could feel her nipple through her shirt … it was getting hard…harder.