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Chapter 19 Eleven
Bette rubs her tired eyes, she yawns and puts on her robe. She pours herself and Tina a cup of coffee, then lazily walks into Tina’s study room.
“What are you doing? Baby? It’s Saturday, I thought we agreed not to work on the weekend.”
“I’m sorry, baby, mm…” Tina says as she allows Bette’s soft lips on hers. ”I just saw the news and can’t help it.”
“Someday I will take that over luxurious…unbelievably expensive television down.”
“But I like to watch the news.” Tina protests.
“Fine…but not in the weekend, okay? I want you to have proper rest, you worked almost fourteen hours every day, you need to sleep.”
Bette’s face shows concern, Tina smiles at the brunette’s protective instinct, making her feel so special.
“Whatever you say, baby.”
“That’s my girl.” Bette gives Tina a long kiss. “So why don’t you join the bed with me? I feel kind of lonely out there, and…some parts of my body feels a bit itchy, I was hoping that you can help me with it.”
Tina makes a skeptical face. “Using the evil trick now, huh?”
“What?” Bette pretends innocent, her big puppy dog eyes look sadly at her lover. “I have no idea what you are talking about.”
“Of course, you don’t.” Tina playfully punches Bette’s nose, looking at those pitiful big brown eyes, she gives up almost promptly. “But, seriously, sweetie, there is something I want to finish first, I am guessing that someone will come for a visit later, and I want to be sure everything is well ordered.”
“Who’s coming in the weekend?” Bette makes a wry face.
“Who knows? can be anybody.” Tina shrugs, Bette pouts even more. “Oh…come on, baby, I promise, it won’t last too long.”
Tina pulls Bette closer to her, pressing several kisses on her face, neck and exposed chest, makes Bette giggles. The blonde takes advantage of the occasion, grabbing the brunette’s leg with her hand and opens a space enough for her hand to put in.
“And what do you think you are doing?”
“Attacking you, apparently.” Tina smirks.
“Are you implying that we are going to have sex right here? On your desk?”
“I can’t see the reason not.”