Tina pulled back and said, “I need chocolate.” she kissed Bette on the forehead one more time before she went into the kitchen to get some chocolate. She had unknowingly ignited a fire inside of Bette that needed to be sated, Bette walked down the hall and she could hear the foil crinkle as Tina took the chocolate out of the wrapper. Tina like Bette hated using a lot of medicine and she used whatever unconventional methods she could to get rid of her pain, chocolate always helped with an impending headache. So she popped a few Excedrin to aid the chocolate, before she took a bite of her dark chocolate that Bette always bought specifically for her.

Bette was standing in the doorway watching as Tina took a small bite and rolled the piece all across her tongue. Bette could see the movement from her jaw and watched as Tina closed her eyes and laid her head back enjoying how the chocolate melted on her tongue and slid down her throat. She easily slipped into the kitchen with Tina not noticing, she was so concentrated on her pain and the alleviation of it that Bette’s presence was not on her radar.

By now the piece she had in her hand started to melt but she liked being able to lick the remnants from her fingers, it was almost like a present after a treat. She brought the other piece to her lips and at the same time she felt Bette grab her wrist and bring her fingers back into her mouth. The feel of her fingers being rolled around and across her tongue felt to good to say anything. She felt Bette split her fingers in two and she dragged her teeth across the tips, as she moaned wrapping her lips tightly around her fingers. Somehow the sound traveled from Bette’s mouth to her hand, across her arm and right down her body, like a feather being dragged.

Tina opened her eyes to see Bette’s mouth still open and her tongue lick the split in between her fingers. Tina’s mouth hung open and she didn’t have the words to express the desire that just pooled at the bottom of her stomach tickling her insides like a familiar friend. She smiled at Bette and cleared her throat to speak, “That was mine.”