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    Round n Round We Go (Ch.9)

    Bette used her advantage in strength, she rolled herself up, pinning the blonde by her wrists. “You were saying?”

    Tina made an effort of counterattack, squirming under Bette’s body. And she almost got away when the brunette released her wrists and started tickling her. Screaming and giggling, she wriggled violently, begging for mercy. “Stop. No, no, no, stop! I surrender… I surrender!”

    “Hmmm, attagal. Now give me those.” She loosed her hands and laid out her palm, asking for the glasses.

    The blonde girl laughed more and struck up. “No way.” She pushed Bette and tossed the both of them over, overpowering the brunette. And of course, she learned, taking the girl by her wrists.

    “Ow, ow, ow.” Bette cried in pain, well, faked a cry in pain because she heard her joint cracked a bit. Her brows twisted but she secretly peeked through one eye.

    Tina immediately let go of her hands, startled. “Oh my god, are you alright?”

    “Fooled ya!” And another second, Bette tumbled themselves, again took charge on top. She tucked Tina’s legs in between her long, strong thighs and hissed feeling the accidental friction.

    The blonde was also panting under the stronger girl. She felt her world spinning and swirling. The rising temperature and the dizziness were desirable, though. Through the glasses, she saw the brunette’s eyes sparkling mildly. She loved those eyes. They were always warm, honest, and full of emotions. Tina wished nothing would ever, ever change the hue of those expressive eyes.

    Bette swallowed slowly, starting to say something. But as soon as she parted her lips, Tina brought her hand around her neck, bringing her down. Their mouths crashed together, and whatever she wanted to say, was forgotten. Her nose pressed on the cold material of her glasses. “Stupid glasses.” Bette growled, pulling away slightly and sliding the pair off, and she kissed the blonde’s delicate nose bridge. Then her lips found their way back to where they belonged and sucked slightly on every inch of skin they encountered.

    The mocha colored hand discreetly roamed down, arriving at the edge of Tina’s top, and her thumb smoothed over the little area of skin that was exposed. Bette smiled at the contact and instantly needed more.

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