“Oh God, we might never get any desert now.” Gabriel said as he watched the subtle exchange between them. Too tired and too full to get up and actually help them he just sat there instead.

Tina had the cabinet open and she was digging out her mother’s cake plate for the Red Velvet Cakes she’d baked earlier. When she heard the steps on the porch, the slow ascension almost seemed meticulous, either way they caused her to broaden her smile. The creaking sound of the screen door seemed louder and the snapping shut caused her pulse to race a bit more, it seemed as though Bette was moving slow just to watch her reactions. She felt Bette sweep her hair to one side and kiss the bend of her neck and shoulder softly. The feel of her warm and soft lips on her body caused Tina to take a deep breath in through her teeth. “I’m suppose to help you.” she said kissing her ear and feeling Tina’s rhythmic roll of her hips back into her.

“Well you’re not doing a very good job.” she said feeling every touch of her lips drip through her body with a tingling sensation pooling at her lower back.

“I think I’m doing just fine.” she said planting her hands on Tina’s hips with a grip that would hold Tina in place right where she wanted her. She pressed her body harder onto Tina and raised one hand up to capture Tina’s that was gripping the edge of the cabinet door, she laced their fingers together and placed them down on the counter to continue kissing her neck. “I love you.” she whispered.

“I love you too.” Tina softly said with her eyes closed anticipating more from her wife. Instead she felt the pressure move from her body swiftly and finally heard the rapid steps coming up the back porch, “Momma, Big Momma said there better not be a piece missing from one of the cakes.” Jacky yelled through the screen door.

“Tell Momma that we’ll be there in a second, Ok Sweetheart.” Bette said with a red face and her body on the verge of overheating. Tina was almost ashamed of herself, through out the day Bette had been teasing her and enticing her with the simplest of touches and she still couldn’t find her bearings enough not to get “caught” by their children or worse her parents.