Tina was hers.  Really hers.  Their friends knew and soon Bette would go about the task of telling her father.

Her father.  Melvin Porter was a formidable man, but he loved his daughter the only way he knew how.  Bette had not wanted for anything growing up, aside from a true declaration of love from the man.  He bought her presents to show his love, unable to emotionally attach to his daughter. 

And his view on homosexuality was never an argument he backed out on having with his proud daughter.  He claimed to want his daughter to be happy and settled; maybe now that Bette had found Tina, the man would bend. 

Bette blinked back tears, knowing that it probably wouldn’t happen the way she wanted it to.  Instead of dwelling on it, she snapped back to the present and the gorgeous woman in her arms.

After all of the struggles, the fears, the doubts, the blonde had come and claimed her in a way that no one had.  Her confession yesterday….was it really only yesterday?… had thrilled Bette beyond no end.  The brunette had never felt this way before.  She was confident she would never feel this way again.  She tightened her hold, never wanting the moment to end.

“Whatcha thinkin’ about?”

Bette smiled upon hearing the soft voice, the slightest hint of a southern drawl in her tone.  “You,” she answered honestly, tenderly running her fingers through the blonde hair. 

“Mmm, good things I hope,” the blonde murmured, as her fingers began tracing random patterns on the tanned stomach, her touch light. 

“T?  I’ve never felt this way before.  I…I’m so into you..so in love with you.”  Bette’s voice was thick with emotion.  Tina raised her head, seeing the brown orbs glassy with tears.  The blonde smiled tenderly, her love for the woman simply overwhelming. 

“I get a little weak in the knees when you say things like that,” Tina said, smiling broadly, sliding her body up to kiss her girlfriend.  She slid her tongue into the eager mouth, running it on the roof of the brunette’s mouth, moaning softly into it.

Bette’s hand cupped the back of her head, holding her in place as she slanted her mouth, deepening the kiss.