She settled into Tina, smelling the shampoo from the shower she took just before bed. It never failed to arouse her, but few things didn’t when it came to her wife. She put the thoughts out of her head since she assumed Tina was sleeping and hoped to continue the dream she had been having of Tina before she was stirred awake. About an hour later Tina awoke with a jolt, practically jumping from the bed. She didn’t scream but she did gasp and it was enough to wake Bette again.

“T?”

Tina was sweating and breathing heavily but it wasn’t how she had pictured her in her dream. Tina was distraught.

“Tina, honey, you had a nightmare. You’re ok baby.”

“Bette! I…you were gone…and I couldn’t find you. You left us… but you didn’t want to. You were taken and…”

“Tina, I’m right here. See? It was just a nightmare, everything is ok.”

She tried to stop sobbing but it seemed so real to her.  She felt the loss as if it had really happened. It was as if Bette was gone.

Bette handed her some tissues and stroked her back trying to calm her. Finally she fell into her arms and held on for dear life. It frightened Bette to see her so gripped by fear. She continued to hold her until she felt her breathing go back to normal. Bette pulled away slowly and caressed her tear stained face. Kissing her gently all around her face, she could taste the salt. She could feel Tina giving into her kisses and soon she began to kiss Bette back, hungrily like it was the last time she would ever be able to.

Bette enjoyed it for a moment but then it started to feel…wrong.

“T, Tina…stop baby.” Tina was in a frenzy, kissing her deeply, using her tongue.

She stopped suddenly, looking at her. “I need you.”

“Because you want me or because of the dream you had.”

“What difference does it make?”

“I don’t want to make love to you when you obviously upset, T. Talk to me.”

Tina sighed in frustration. She needed something visceral to make the feeling of desperation go away.

“Bette, I didn’t have a nightmare. I had…a vision.” The brunette looked at her wanting to ask but afraid to interrupt. “I haven’t had one since I was a little girl. I had a vision of my father leaving us and he did. I had others after that but as I got older I thought I just lost the ability.”
“Are you sure, I mean how can you tell the difference between a nightmare and a vision?”