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The next day, the alarm clock screams for a solid minute before Bette blindly reaches for her cell phone and turns it off. She tosses the phone back on the bedside table before she rolls around and snuggles up to Tina.
Tina: Mm baby, that was like your fourth snooze.
Bette: I don’t give a shit. I’m not getting out of this bed today.
Tina:(smiles) We have children.
Bette: I’m sure they can figure out this thing called life without us for a day.
Tina:(giggles) Bette Porter blowing off her responsibilities for no good reason? That’ll be the day.
Bette smiles as she pulls Tina in closer to her.
Bette: New plan. I say we get up, ship the kids off to school, and then meet back here.
Tina: That sounds amazing…. Then we can take my family sightseeing.
Bette’s eyes pop open.
Bette: Fuck…. I forgot they were here.
She then playfully tickles her wife.
Bette: You couldn’t let me live in bliss for a few more seconds?
Tina laughs as she turns around in Bette’s arms.
Tina: I’m sorry…. but I know something that will make you feel better.
Bette: Oh yeah? What’s that?
Tina slyly smiles as she grabs Bette’s hand and slides it into her underwear. Bette groans as her eyes close.
Bette: Shit……what the hell were you dreaming about last night, baby?
Tina quietly giggles.
Tina: Just woke up thinking about our last night in Palms Springs when you wouldn’t let me go to sleep.
Bette:(smiles) It was pretty fucking amazing….
Tina: The entire weekend was, despite the fact you picked a fight.
Bette: I did not.
Tina: Oh, but you did.
Bette: How about we stop talking now.
Tina closes her eyes and quietly moans when she feels Bette’s fingers inside of her.
Tina: Whatever you say, baby….
Bette climbs on top of Tina as they begin to kiss. Just as Bette presses down on Tina’s clit….
They both stop moving and then turn and look at their closed bedroom door.
Becca: Tina, are you up yet? Mama’s cookin’ breakfast and needs the cast iron.
Tina drops her head back on her pillow in frustration.
Tina: Yep, be right out!
They both listen to Becca walk away from the door before Tina groans into the pillow. Bette laughs and pecks her wife on the forehead before she rolls back to her side of the bed.