“Horrible fucking day,” Bette groaned unbuttoning her work pants and slipping them off. Clad in her lace bra and panties, she sauntered over to the bed and plopped down next to Tina as Tina caressed her head gently.

“Dealing with dumbass artists again?” Tina said playing with Bette’s curls softly.

The soft touches were driving Bette insane and her body was already in a frenzy.

“Y-yeah,” she stuttered trying to hide her instant arousal and her wife’s oblivious touches.

“Aww baby, come here,” Tina said spreading her arms wide and allowed the brunette to settle in between her legs. She hugged her tightly to her chest and Bette was starting to have a hard time breathing.

She feeling the blonde’s heat underneath her was driving her insane and she was literally burning up from the inside out. With her head resting in Tina’s cleavage, Bette wanted nothing more than to motorboat her but she knew that would ruin the plan.

“Is this a bad time to tell you that Angie has a parent teacher conference tomorrow?” Tina said.

“Crap,” Bette said not surprised that her troublemaking daughter seemed to get herself into trouble again, but using the news to her advantage. “Oh T, this is so hard,” she added sitting up from the hug and looking into Tina’s eyes.

“That’s why I’m here baby,” Tina said leaning forward to take Bette’s lips with her own.

Bette couldn’t suppress a moan of pleasure as jolts of electricity were running down her spine and her dominant nature immediately took over.

She slipped her tongue into Tina’s mouth enjoying the sigh she released. Then just as sudden as it started, it was finished. Tina smiled at her, tapped her arm to get her off of her, and said, “good night baby.”

Bette rolled off in frustration as Tina rolled to her side and snuggled against her, pushing her hips directly against Bette’s. ‘Oh, you fucking tease!’

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The vulnerability tactic hadn’t worked. Bette had kept it up for a week, but she only ended out more frustrated then she started. She looked at Tina who was cooking in the kitchen, then to Angie who was entranced by the television.

“Hmm, tactic number 2,” Bette whispered to herself, “seduction.”