“So this is what love feels like?” Tina whispered, breaking the kiss as she caught her breath.

“This is what loving you feels like,” the brunette answered, resting her forehead against the blonde’s.

“I’ll never get enough.”  Tina’s voice was soft, husky, and filled with love, her eyes reflecting the desire she felt.

“My thoughts exactly,” the brunette breathed, claiming Tina’s mouth again. 

**

“I guess I’m nervous.  More excited though definitely.  I just can’t believe that I won’t have to fold panties anymore after Wednesday,” Tina said, reaching for her glass.  They were on the blonde’s patio, sipping iced tea and snacking on chips and guacamole.

After making love again on the couch, Tina finally gave Bette the quick tour of her apartment before they decided to take advantage of the weather and sit outside.  Throwing their clothes on, they grabbed drinks and snacks before settling at the table, lounging on her cushioned couch.  They sat next to each other, close enough to touch but with enough space that they could eat comfortably. 

“When’s your start date again?” asked Bette, dipping her chip before popping it into her mouth. 

“Not til the following Monday,” answered Tina, reaching over and wiping a bit of leftover guacamole from off of the brunette’s lip with her thumb and then sucking it into her mouth.

Bette watched the sight, licking her lips.  Tina glanced at her, unaware of the impact her action just had.  “What?”

“You’re so fucking hot.”

Tina arched an eyebrow, slow understanding taking over her features. She grinned and sucked on the pad of her finger seductively, her eyes never leaving the brunette.

“You keep that up, and I’ll take you right here and give your neighbors a show.”

“Is that a threat or a promise Ms. Porter?” asked Tina, leaning in to within inches of her girlfriend’s face.

Bette sucked in a breath from the mere nearness of the blonde.  “A promise,” she whispered, closing the rest of the distance between them and pressing her lips against Tina’s. The blonde exhaled through her nose, her moan so soft that only Bette could hear.  The brunette’s hand went to the back of her head, cupping it gently, pulling her close.  Their mouths moved slowly against one another, leisurely enjoying the taste, the exquisiteness of the feeling invading their senses.