"I’m gonna.  Oh God I’m gonna…." 

Bette stilled her mouth, resting her head on Tina’s thigh, "Not yet."

"Wha?  Huh?"  Tina’s breathing was erratic, her heart pounding in her chest.

In a moment Bette was beside her, brushing the blonde’s sweaty hair from her forehead, "Come here."

Bette sat on the center of the bed, pulling Tina onto her lap, "I want to see your face when you cum."  Tina shuddered her response.   "I want to kiss you."  Bette leaned forward and did just that and Tina swooned from the taste of herself on the brunette’s mouth.

Bette guided Tina’s hand to her center as she did the same to Tina, each woman instinctively entering the other at the same time.  The feeling was electric, the feeling of their breasts as they rocked against each other, slow at first, picking up speed as they adjusted themselves comfortably.  They clung to each other with their free hands, hugging each other tight into their bodies. 

It was Tina who came first, followed by Bette shortly after, their bodies arching into one another as they rode out their orgasm, their chests slick with sweat.

"Oh my God," Tina groaned falling backward onto the twisted sheets.

"What are you doing?  You’re not done yet."

"I’m not?"  Tina watched as Bette attached her mouth to Tina’s center once more, "Ugh, fuck, Bette."

"I intend to.  All night."

***

Bette awoke to the smell of coffee and pancakes, her stomach rumbling violently in response.  She stood from the bed slowly, every muscle tight and sore from the evening’s activities.  Bette smiled at herself in the mirror above Tina’s dresser. Pulling on a tank top and pajama bottoms Tina had undoubtedly left for her, she wandered into the kitchen.

The brunette paused in the doorway at the sight before her.  Tina stood at the stove clad in nothing more than a tshirt and hipsters.  Bette couldn’t take her eyes off of the blonde.

"My eyes are up here.  I guess you have a problem with that, huh?"  Tina’s eyes crinkled as she smiled.

"Oh, I’m well aware of where your beautiful eyes are; however, this time I wasn’t looking at your breasts.  I was looking at your ass – a body part you seem to be fond of, Ms. Kennard." 

"Guilty as charged.  And you didn’t seem to mind me paying attention to your ass last night.  I’m just saying."

Bette stepped into Tina’s opened arms and hugged the blonde tightly, "Did you make me breakfast?"  Bette whispered with a grin.

"You like pancakes?"

"I love pancakes and that coffee smells like pure heaven."

"Sit down, sexy."

Tina busied herself with serving breakfast and the two ate in relative silence as they inhaled their food.

"This may be an inappropriate question," Bette started, "but if we don’t work out, you think you could find a way to stay on as my chef and sex slave."

Tina feigned disgust, "I can’t believe you would even pose that question.

"I’m kidding."

"I know," Tina smiled, leaning forward to grasp Bette’s hand on the table.  "What time is the show tonight?"

"Doors open at 8pm.  I thought I’d send a car around seven."

"You don’t need to send a car, Bette."

"I know, but it’s the least I can do considering I can’t pick you up myself."

Tina intertwined her fingers with the brunette’s, "What are you wearing?"

Bette sipped her coffee, "Probably a black suit.  You can wear whatever you’d like.  I’d prefer you’d wear nothing, but then again I’d understand why you might not want to go that route."

Tina climbed into Bette’s lap, wrapping her arms around her strong shoulders.

"I should go," Bette sighed.

"Yup"

"I need to shower and get back to the gallery."

"Mmmm. Hmmm," Tina swirled her tongue around the pulse point beneath Bette’s ear.

"Back…to…uh…where was I going?"

"Back to my bed," Tina ordered.

"Right.  That’s what I said.  I really needed to get you back to bed."