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Angie fell asleep in the car on the way home, so Tina carried her into bed and unpacked the car then checked on Bette in Lottie’s room. She was rocking their baby in the dim light, Lottie sound asleep on her shoulder, her face buried in her Mama’s neck, Bette’s shirt open from nursing.
“I love these moments, Tee. She’s so sweet, you know?” Bette held the back of her daughter’s head, her hand gentle.
“I know, Baby. I know.” Tina kissed the top of her wife’s head, resting her cheek where her kiss lay, the curls smelling of sunshine and lilac.
“She is sweet. And you are sweet. Let’s put her to bed, Honey…” She nuzzled Bette’s ear, sucked her earlobe just the way she knew Bette liked it… ”I want you… yes ma’am I do… I want you badly… I got her, there… good night Charlotte…” she kissed their daughter, breathing in the scent of infant sweetness before gently laying her down in her crib, Bette coming up to circle the blonde’s waist from behind.
“She sleeps like you, you know. Surrenders to her dreams with the same determination you drink your first cup of coffee…” Tina said, and Bette snorted, her hands quickly finding their way under Tina’s shirt, one going up the flat stomach to cup a breast and the other inching towards the waist of Tina’s shorts.
“I do not sleep like that, Tee… she’s drooling…”
“You surely do… and if she’s drooling it’s because she’s thinking about your nipples…” She squirmed when Bette’s hand went under the top of her suit, squeezing hard, her fingers busy.
“Your nipples are center stage right now…” Bette breathed into Tina’s ear, her hand dipping lower, her fingers grazing over Tina’s clit slowly, then moving deeper. “And your pussy, Tee…”
“You talk in your daughter’s room with that mouth?” Tina teased, grinding her ass into Bette’s groin, her head back on the brunette’s shoulder, Bette’s fingers so talented, so knowing.
“I save my mouth for my daughter’s mother. She likes what I do with my mouth…”
Bette walked Tee backwards out of the room, pausing long enough for Tina to close the door quietly all while peeling off her shirt and disposing of the black bikini bottom and shorts as they made their way slowly down the hall to their room.
“How are you managing to undress me and finger me at the same time?” Tina asked, one hand going over Bette’s in between her legs, wanting it to never stop, never ever. “There… Jesus…”
“So sexy, Tee… parading around the beach in your skimpy bikini all day… I couldn’t keep my eyes off you…”
“There was no parading… maybe some sauntering back and forth, possibly a mosey or two… your fingers, Babe. Fu-ck…”
“Yeah? That feel good?” But Bette knew it did, she could feel how good it felt, feel the heat pooling to coat her fingers.
“Fuck yes. I’m wet for you…” Tee chuckled when Bette all but tossed her on the bed, clearing off Angie’s books and Lottie’s pile of clothes before quickly stripping off her own clothes, positioning herself in between Tina’s legs. With her hair covering one eye, Bette kissed Tina on her inner thigh, her hands gentle on the lower part of the blonde’s abdomen.
“So soft, Tee.”
Tina opened her legs, wide, her smile saucy. “It’s softer somewhere else, there… I think you found… oh shit, Babe…”
Bette’s fingers opened Tina gently, spreading her outer lips for a wide tongue, and Tina lost all composure, the heat of it, the wetness, the powerful intimacy. She reached for one of Bette’s hands, chocolate eyes lifting to meet her own, the silkiness of Bette’s curls moving against her inner thighs.
And it was this… all of it. The morning with Lottie, the afternoon with Angie and their friends who were family, the stolen moments in between. It was grocery shopping when they were so tired they couldn’t see straight and making noodles for a picky toddler who stopped eating anything else. It was late night feedings and early morning alarms, and it was them, making it all work. Together. It was beautiful. And there was no one else in the entire world either would rather do it with.