"But you’re jealous. Your eyes are doing that … thing … Helena?"

"It’s fine, Bette. Why don’t you just relax …"

"I am relaxed. And really, it’s just a crush – she’ll come to her senses. I don’t want you to over-react. I just wish you would … well … just react."

Helena pulled her wife close, licking a trail up Bette’s neck with a smile. "Well you’ve never let anyone else kiss you before … so she deserves my special attention, hmm?" She laid a kiss there, despite Bette’s squirming. "Don’t you think?"

To distract Helena from the subject, and hopefully burn off some of her wife’s dangerous lust, Bette gave in to her wife’s touches and kisses. She leaned back and tried to enjoy it – as untrustworthy as Helena was lately, she did enjoy her touch. The intensity never faded.

"But she wouldn’t know how to touch you, would she? … Not the way I can touch you."

Bette closed her eyes, surprising Helena when she turned in her arms. She took the teasing face in both hands, and pulled Helena in for another kiss – just as heated. If her lips were busy, that also meant a break from the cruel taunting that her wife so often enjoyed, and Bette was glad for the silence. She closed her eyes when Helena’s touch moved down her back, over her ass. And she moaned when it was kneaded in desperate hands.

The other surprise came when Bette moved her own hands down Helena’s sides, and then up to her chest. When Bette started touching her, Helena gently bit her tongue. Like earlier times when they really enjoyed each other’s intimacy, Bette gasped smiled up at Helena while she took a few deep breaths. "Still biting me?"

"You’re still an easy target," Helena growled, grinding Bette onto her leg before pushing her back onto the couch. Bette reached up just as Helena dropped on top of her, and their battle had begun. They always struggled for physical dominance, rolling over each other and kissing for persuasion. Helena often won because of her manipulative nature, but Bette preferred being on top. Either way, they struggled and pushed and pulled until they were naked, and would often be just as rough as ever.