Bette would have lassoed the moon for Tina if she’d asked. She closed her eyes as tight as she could and groaned. They had never gone this long without talking, or seeing each other or touching each other. And they had especially not gone this long without making love to each other since they started making love to each other.

It was a slow, sometimes painful burn before Tina decided she was ready to take that step. Bette was patient. Her friends couldn’t believe how patient Bette was with Tina. But she’d never felt this way before about anyone. Bette confided to Shane that Tina scared her and excited her at the same time. All Shane could do was say, “That’s so fucking cute.” Bette rolled her eyes and smiled at her young friend.

After a month of kissing and cuddling and spooning, Bette’s body ached for Tina. Bette’s soul ached for Tina. She wanted to do all kinds of things to the cute blonde. All of which involved them being naked for several hours. She wanted to slowly and deliberately make love to Tina. However, she wanted to make sure she was what Tina sincerely wanted because Bette had never given her heart to anyone. This was foreign territory for both of them.

The tears streamed faster as Bette was driven through the streets of Vancouver getting closer to her hotel and farther away from Tina. Putting distance between them. But no matter the distance, Tina was never out of her thoughts. After what just happened in that apartment, she couldn’t stop thinking about the first time she tasted Tina.

It was 41 days before Bette was rewarded for her patience. Five weeks, six days and nine hours. Bette had enjoyed cuddling on the couch with Tina, talking and sharing things. Things she’d never shared with anyone. Bette loved playing with Tina’s fingers while listening to her tell stories about the way she grew up. She’d never experienced such emotional foreplay. The more they shared, the more Bette wanted to share. However that night, Tina wanted to go out to MILK of all places.

Bette remembered being disappointed because her favorite moments involved lying on the couch with her back against Tina’s chest. Bette loved it when the blonde’s legs wrapped around her and Tina’s hands got lost in her hair, slowly stroking her delicate fingers through the thick curls. Stopping from time to time to scratch Bette’s head or give it a little massage. It was Heaven and Bette relished in it because it felt like she was finally home. It was unlike anything she’d ever experienced before.